Gannara had actually spoken
to Atzana, before and she’d informed Minis that he had an extra rest day and
should probably go up to the Winter Palace to be with his wife and alesinasae. “But… but I… but…”
“Your healer concurs,
Imperator,” she said tartly and gathered up her papers into the desk, folded it
up with a triple snap.
“Oh, Minis,” Gannara said as
he stood there, gaping after his welcomist as she wheeled her desk into its
spot against the wall. They were in the
Scarlet rooms, rather than the High Offices and he could barely hear as the
rainstorm began outside.
“Hmmm?”
The door clicked behind
Atzana and Minis felt himself seized in one of Gan’s enveloping hugs. “You planned this!” He turned in the circle
of his arms. Both of them had filled out
in the last year and Minis was still startled to find that he was tall enough
to look Gan in the eyes, or nearly.
Gannara was a full handspan taller than Chevenga and nearly as tall as
Kallijas, though broader across the shoulders.
“Of course I planned this,
you wool-knot!” He grinned and leaned forward to kiss him. Minis turned his
head a bit to catch the kiss on the corner of his mouth so he could still
speak.
“But…”
Gan drew back a little. “You
and Ky and Farasha and I were so focused on the ‘making babies’ kind of sex
that we mostly neglected us. The girls are
having time to themselves and so are we.”
“We are?” Minis began
smiling then, tucked his head into his neck, relaxing into his arms. He set his
lips on the pulse just under Gan’s jaw, felt his smooth, freshly shaven
skin. “We are,” he whispered without
moving away, so his breath and words fluttered against that softness.
“I was thinking of growing
my beard out,” Gan said and Minis could feel him smile. “But Farasha told me she liked my face
smooth.”
“You have the option, you
son of a fuzzy mammoka,” Minis muttered,
letting his hand slide over Gan’s chest.
“I’m still giving peaches a run for their money!”
Gan’s hand came up to cup
his cheek and pull his face up for a full kiss.
“Lovely peach,” Gan husked and turned him so that his hands cupped him,
pulling him up and full length against him.
“So…” Minis had no words for
a long time until they broke apart for panting breaths of air. “Here or do we…”
“Here’s more private, even
all the spy holes have been filled in over the centuries.”
Minis grinned and began
unbuttoning Gan’s shirt. “And no others
made in those centuries?”
Gan swallowed hard as he ran
his fingers over the tattoos of waves over his chest, circling his nipples. His
own fingers worked the waistband down Minis’s back, thumbs circling and pushing
the silken underclothes down at the same time so when the trous fell down on
his thighs his hands grasped bare flesh.
“My love… I think…” Minis
realized what he wanted almost the instant he did it, frantically pulling at
each other’s clothing, a button popped off and Gan had him wrapped up tight in
his hair, arms pinned, wrists tight, wound just above the Imperial seals, pulling him back against him. The hair wrap left him a hand free and he
reached around to gently cup Min’s testicles.
Minis shuddered and nearly
fell, collapsed back against Gan and he ran his penis up his spine, just
pressing, as he let go the hair and used both hands. “I… give myself to you. I
want you, Gan.” He could feel his sweat, slick between his thighs and his
buttocks and his wrists, slowly being released as his hair relaxed. “There’s a lovely couch…”
One of Gan’s hands let go
and pushed against his shoulders, he found himself stretched across the couch,hair-wrapped
hands pinned against the silk, hard against Gan’s hand clasped tight around his
penis. “Ohh, yes, yes. Oh yes!” It was a
position that they’d found set off furious sparks of lust in both of them. He
thrust into Gan’s hands, helpless to stop himself, mouth open panting wildly.
“Maybe… maybe I shouldn’t be
this fast?”But he didn’t slow down at all. Rubbing, rubbing hard.
“Don’t stop, don’t!”
Gan chuckled and laid the
head of his penis at the top of Minis’s crack, where he couldn’t get him inside
no matter how he writhed and moaned. “Beg
me, my love.”
“Please! Oh, please!” He could feel the orgasm like
the rainstorm outside, sitting at the bottom of his spine, welling up from
every thrust, every clench of Gan’s fingers.
“Please, GANNARA!”
Gan’s hand pressed him even
more firmly against the couch and then he slid down and with a drop of scented
oil, slid into him. “YES! YES!” Minis bit the couch in front of him, bucking
wildly against his love. “Harder, lover!
I won’t BREAK!!!” Gan bucked as well, almost shrieking as he came. Minis came a
moment later, matching his cries.
It went on and on for wave
after wave of shudders, each wave gradually subsiding, until Gan set his elbows
on either side of Minis and they slithered around to end up both lying on the
couch. Minis shuddered again, felt the
shudder echo back from him to Gan, gradually worked his hands loose from coils
of his hair. A long curl of Gan’s hair dangled down over Min’s face, trembling.
“Oh My Great God,” Minis husked. “Oh my.”
“Kahara, Kahara.”
“You… were right, Gan.”
“Hmmm?”
“We needed that. I needed that.”
“Mhm. We'll go up to the girls when we wake up.”
There was a distant, muffled
rumble of thunder outside and the winter rain chilled the stone, pouring down
the cliff, cooling the sun-heated marble.
Minis vaguely grabbed the red silk blanket that had been on the couch
and half dragged it over them, Gan reached to pull it the rest of the way and tuck
it in. “I love you, you idya.”
“I love you too, you jerk.”
Gan snorted a giggle. “Not a jerk when I can
have sex with you.”
“Yeha. Idya.”
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