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Tobi’s heart sings with joy as they ride off through the tracks and hollow ways of the forest.
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JEMEL
Jemel works diligently on the new plans for the Empire with Umbert and Princess regent Ferra. His days are long. Damon wants him to rest but there is so much to do, arranging the rebuilding, dealing with the petitioners with their claims of damage done during the riot.
The sun is starting to set outside, and Ferra has long taken Umbert away for his supper when Xan walks in. “Baraboo,” he says. “I have come to drag you away from your papers to my bed.”
Jemel lets Xan walk over to where he sits at one end of the paper strewn table, and bend to kiss him slow and deep on the lips. But when the kiss breaks Jemel gestures at the table and says, “I have so much work to do.”
“This work will still be here when you have eaten and rested and screamed out your pleasure in my bed, Baraboo.”
“Xan,” Jemel says roughly. He knows he will not be able to resist this. It has been this way almost every day since they returned. Xan has let him spend his mornings and afternoons working, but when the sun starts to set, he appears, and he always succeeds in drawing Jemel away from work to his bed.
As Chancellor of Azuria, Jemel has such fine rooms — and so many of them — he isn’t sure what to do with much of it. But he has found use for the grand high bed, dressed with green silk and curtained with gold lace.
He climbs upon it, and Xan follows, easy and familiar. Jemel lies back and Xan climbs atop him, leaning down to kiss his lips, softly sweetly. And how strange it is that he can have this? That it can be simple and commonplace.
Xan kisses Jemel until he is squirming, reading him easily, with little need for words. He pulls back, making the space for Jemel to shed his robes and hip cloth. Xan pulls off his jerkin and breeches, before surging forward and rolling Jemel onto his belly. Jemel yelps at the suddenness of it, but quickly finds himself sprawling out on the bed silks, stretching out gloriously. He can imagine how he looks to Xan, splayed out naked, skin lit gold by the candlelight glittering through the bed curtains.
Jemel is shivering in anticipation of pleasure, even before he feels Xan’s hot tongue nudging at his hole.
Xan kisses him there, in his darkest, most secret, most sinful place. As if such a place is a great treasure to Xan.
Jemel is shaking with desire when Xan moves to cover him. Xan’s familiar cock always feels as intense as it did that first time. In the library, with foribunda in his blood and no oil to ease the way. Jemel gasps through it, delights in it.
Jemel spends with Xan’s cock inside him. It took a few experiments to find a way to do that and Xan had told him it did not matter whether he did or did not. Xan was always happy to give Jemel his mouth or his palm to complete his pleasure. But Jemel had seen a book Tobi had in Urynwud, see pictures of the one that the Solwen called the kushir finding his pleasure peak with the ereyek inside him. He had read the Ambolk instruction on how to lie and move to increase the sweet sensation and now, if he moves just right and angles his hips the way he has learnt, he can find his spend quickly and easily when Xan fucks him. If he is the Scholar, he will learn the ways of pleasure from books.
And if Xan is in the mood he can take it slow, wringing the pleasure from Jemel with easy, long thrusts that leave Jemel shaking.
He has borrowed the book from Tobi, planning to make a copy in his own hand.
When Xan reaches his own peak he pulls out. Then slides himself down. He places his mouth back on Jemel’s hole.
Jemel props himself up on his elbows. “Xan, what are you doing?”
Xan lifts his head. He props his chin on Jemel’s belly and smiles. “Shush, Baraboo. Let me enjoy the sweetest taste of you. Your sinful hole, filled with my seed.”
Jemel is speechless at the idea. But he says nothing as Xan returns his mouth to Jemel’s well-used hole and licks and sucks his seed from it. The pleasure rolls through him, warm and soft.
Mouth glistening, Xan moves back up Jemel’s body and kisses him. His mouth tastes like the darkest pleasure. More sinful than he could ever imagine, sweeter than anything he dreamed possible.
They kiss for a long time. Jemel drifts on it. He feels almost as if Xan could kiss him to sleep. Kiss him into his dreams. But when the kissing does end and Jemel rolls over, pleasure taken, skin sheened with moisture, Xan says,“Baraboo, I have something to tell you. On the morrow, the Plumians from the Imperial Army will travel back to my home.”
Jemel feels his whole body seize. He knew this day must come. Xan has freed Pluma. He must return. “And you with them?” he says.
Xan shakes his head. “Trysta will go with them. Lukas too. I will stay here. With you.”
“You will not return to Pluma?” Jemel doesn’t believe this can be true.
“I would like to one day, but more than that I would stay here with you, my love. In the seat of the vile Empire.” He laughs.
“Oh, Xan. Truly? You would stay?” Jemel stops himself from crying by leaning in and kissing Xan hard. His mouth still tastes filthy. Jemel feels his cock twitch. But then, he pauses. “Lukas? Why is Lukas going?”
“Apparently, he wants to deliver a personal message to Harwin Underlia and his wife before they leave.”
Jemel smirks. He has got to know Lukas well over the past days and he can imagine what Lukas plans to say to Elric’s father and step mother. “And you would miss that?”
