Tanish lay asleep to his right, and Sorran admired the long line of his spine, the golden tone of his skin. His slow, steady breathing was the only sound in the room. Outside, Sorran could make out birdsong from the royal garden.“Good morning.”Sorran gave a start at the sound of Feyar’s voice, quiet though it was. He rolled onto his side to regard his lover. Feyar smiled at him and put his arms around Sorran to draw him closer, kissing his forehead softly. The touch of his lips brought back sweet memories.“Good morning.” Sorran stroked Feyar’s beard, dark against his creamy skin. The feel of Feyar’s strong arms around him was another warm reminder of their time together. Sorran closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensation, but opened them and caught his breath when Feyar moved his hand slowly down his back to cup his buttocks and squeeze. When Feyar eased a finger between his cheeks and rubbed over his hole, Sorran shuddered.“Are you sore, dorishan?” Feyar gazed at him steadily.Sorran smiled.
