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at him. “Of course not. But I figured you’d appreciate the bit of privacy for your modesty’s sake, if nothing else. I’m only thinking of you.”

Ravi narrowed his eyes at the man, almost certain Daks was laughing at him or lying… or both.

The instant Ravi sank into the steaming, scented water, he forgot all about any worries over modesty or irritation with Daks. Not caring who heard, he let out a long, low moan as every tight muscle in his body seemed to melt into a puddle all at once. He hadn’t had a hot bath since that last winter with his family more than a decade ago. He’d forgotten how good it could feel.

“You keep making noises like that and I’m going to have a hard time respecting your finer sensibilities,” Daks said huskily as he climbed into the tub with him.

Ravi tried to think of something clever or cutting to say in return, but his mind had apparently melted as well.

Daks let him float on his own for a while before tugging Ravi into his lap and murmuring smugly in his ear, “Told you you’d love it.”

Ravi let his head fall back against Daks’s shoulder as he allowed the man to support him in the water. Daks was right, though Ravi wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud. Ravi relaxed in a pleasant dreamlike state until Daks began to gently wash him with a soaped flannel that smelled of lavender and spices. He tried to voice an objection. He really did. He was perfectly capable of washing himself. And they might have a reed screen between them and any other patrons or staff, but someone could still hear. But Daks’s ministrations felt so good, Ravi couldn’t seem to get his voice to work or his mouth to utter anything but quiet, breathy moans. He squirmed in Daks’s lap as the man soaped between his legs, his big hand sliding over Ravi’s hardening cock teasingly before dipping lower to massage his balls and then farther back.

Ravi let out a little whimper when a soapy finger ghosted over his hole, and Daks’s hand returned along the path it had taken.

When he regained enough control to speak, Ravi hissed, “We need to go to our room now.”

“You sure?” Daks asked, that stupid smile in his voice. “We haven’t used the full hour yet.”

With a monumental feat of strength, Ravi pushed himself off of Daks’s lap and spun in the water to face him. He narrowed his gaze at the man and gritted out, “Yes. Now.”

He’d waited ten Rift-blighted years for a night of unbridled sexual hedonism. He wasn’t waiting any longer.

Despite the teasing in Daks’s tone, Ravi had felt the man’s hard cock pressed to the small of his back, and Daks’s pupils were blown so only a narrow ring of blue circled the black. The man wasn’t as in control as he liked to pretend, and that somehow made Ravi even hotter. He needed to get to that big soft bed Daks had promised before his legs wouldn’t carry him anymore.

How they got up to the room, Ravi couldn’t say. He vaguely remembered Daks murmuring something to the ladies who worked there as they clumsily dressed in the robes, collected the rest of their clothes, and stumbled toward the inn proper, but that was all.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Ravi launched himself at Daks, kissing him and tugging the robe from Daks’s shoulders. Daks chuckled into their sloppy kiss as he yanked at his own belt, freeing the knot, before doing the same to Ravi’s. Naked, smelling of herbs and the first pungent musk of need, they fell on the bed together in a writhing heap. It was only when Ravi’s chest twinged, reminding him that he wasn’t completely healed, that he remembered Daks’s injuries too.

“Are you. Okay? I’m not. Hurting you. Am I?” he gasped between kisses.

Daks rolled on top of him, covering him with that big body in a way Ravi knew he’d never get enough of. After bracing himself up on his elbows, Daks gazed down at him with an achingly tender smile as he brushed Ravi’s unruly damp, curling hair out of his face.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Daks burrowed his arms under Ravi’s shoulders, slid one palm down to grip Ravi’s ass while the other moved to cradle his neck, pulling him into another long, teasing kiss. Ravi hooked his heels around Daks’s thighs and writhed against him, seeking friction for his achingly hard cock even as he clutched at Daks’s back.

When Daks finally broke their kiss, Ravi whined and tried to pull him back again, but when he began moving down Ravi’s body, kissing, licking, and caressing as he went, the whine turned into incoherent sounds of encouragement. He arched into each touch, shaking with need and anticipation, moaning and gasping. Every nerve was on fire and starved for attention.

When Daks’s hot mouth closed over the head of his cock the first time, Ravi nearly shot off the bed. Daks chuckled around his length, sending vibrations of pleasure that had Ravi flopping back onto the plush mattress. With one palm flat against Ravi’s chest, pressing down even as he caressed him, Daks began working his way up and down Ravi’s shaft, licking, sucking, and gently nibbling, until he took Ravi’s entire length inside.

With a cry, Ravi exploded into Daks’s mouth mortifyingly quickly. He’d tried to hold on, but the teasing in the tub, followed by all of Daks’s ministrations since then, overwhelmed him. This wasn’t the first time someone had used their mouth on him, but what Daks could do with that mouth of his far outstripped any of the youthful fumblings with the boys in his childhood village. He now understood why so many people made such a big deal about it.

Still, as he came down from his orgasm and Daks settled on top of him again, brushing the backs of his fingers along Ravi’s cheek and peppering