“You-” Balder’s look turned somewhat helpless as Aegil threw him under. “When a woman asks you to dance, you must dance my friend.” He’d already stipulated that Karnilla might like for him to dance, and he was hardly going to offer up an excuse for the other man to decline. “I had not thought I … are you certain,” he questioned, “that it would be appropriate? I am not exactly familiar with the dances here, and what I do know is … I’d thought it ill-suited.”Īt Balder’s glance Aegil shrugged, shaking his head and offering empty hands up to the ceiling. Balder was looking particularly luminous this morning. “If you must,” in fact he would rather that they did. He was already pink about the edges from the love making in any case. His expression hedged on polite expectancy as Balder opened the door, face flushing a deep shade of crimson as he noticed the splotch he’d left on the blanket that he used to cover himself. Much as he liked Balder, it irked him beyond measure whenever anything was hinted at – anything that he had desired but now would never have, since Balder seemed Karnilla’s new and eternal favourite. There was a furious amount of movement beyond the door, and Ægil found himself rolling his eyes, on the edge of fondness, as he listened. “We just need some time to wash,” his face heated as he hastily turned his covering to keep the mark out of sight. “We–ah,” he coughed, trying to keep most of his form behind the door still, “–we’ll be a moment,” he reported, only belatedly realising the part of the blanket at his hips that was visible had a clear white stain of ejaculate left on it from when he had tidied. He stood, brushing what he could off his own person as he approached the thick door, wrapping the fur-lined blanked over his person before he opened it a crack to see Aegil’s face just outside. The proof of their lovemaking dripped off the end of the divan to the floor, and Balder leaned with his long reach to the bed to draw off the top layer of blankets for Karnilla, mopping up what he could with one while he handed her the other to cover herself. “Me? But–” Balder halted his argument as she searched the room, and he reluctantly rose up from her form and withdrew from her. “Tell him you will be a moment,” she suggested, “we need to wash.” She moved a little, shifting, searching for something to cover herself. “He probably heard that we were,” she murmured back at Balder. The desire to do as she had suggested still tugged at him, but the thought of the implications should Aegil grow impatient … He flushed at the thought of being seen, one leg off the divan still to hold his hips in place, face buried between two breasts and his penis clearly inside the queen.
He glanced up at Karnilla from beneath the hand she had brushed over his hair. “What do we do?” he asked in a whisper. Balder had hardly touched down on the soft mound with his lips when the knock startled him from the contact.
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