“You did what you needed to do.” Lonan gripped my hand tight. “To protect yourself. You didn’t ask for any of this.”
“No,” I murmured, then looked at him and smiled. “I’m glad, though. I found you.”
I leaned over the edge of the bath and kissed him, my gut lurching with arousal when his lips parted and his tongue slicked into my mouth. I shuddered, gripping the edges of the tub tight. God, I’d missed this, even when I hadn’t remembered him. His taste. The feel of his mouth.
The water splashed softly against the sides of the tub when Lonan shifted, raising a hand to thread his fingers through my hair. He smiled against my mouth, pulling back.
“Your hair is so much longer now.”
I chuckled, reaching up and ruffling my wild curls. “Yeah. I need to cut it.”
“No.” Lonan’s eyes flared. “Don’t you dare.”
I laughed and leaned back to grab the washcloth. “Okay, I won’t. I promise. We should probably actually get you clean before the water gets cold.”
I dipped the cloth in the water and dragged it over his skin, trying not to stare at his long, lean body stretched out in the tub, his branch leg still cocked over the lip of it.
It had been a little jarring at first, seeing his pale skin in the yellow-white fire of the forest. I was so used to seeing it in the blue-white flames of the unseelie. Fire on seelie land burned orange-red, and it was hotter than unseelie fire.
I lathered up the cloth with soap and started with his neck, rolling my eyes when he flushed as I soaped his armpits. His breathing had sped up a little, and he sucked in a sharp breath when I dragged the cloth down his chest.
I swallowed when I noticed his cock was already long and hard against his lower stomach. His skin gleamed from the few drops of oil in the bath, making my mouth water.
“Sorry,” Lonan mumbled, gripping the edges of the tub tight.
I let out a rough laugh, my hand stilling on his sternum as I stared at his cock. I licked my lips, my gut clenching with want.
We hadn’t done anything more than kiss since reuniting as Lonan healed. But now, I couldn’t stop myself from abandoning the cloth and sliding my hand down his stomach.
“Why are you sorry?” I rasped, and Lonan’s breath hitched when I slid my wet, soapy fingers around the hard length of him and squeezed.
“I—” he got out, his cock bucking in my fist. “I don’t expect you to—”
He cut off with a gasp when I slid my fist up and back down, my own cock already straining in my leathers. The soap made it slippery, but it was quickly dissipating, so I let go to fumble with the bottle of oil, coating my hand.
Lonan let out a low groan through clenched teeth when I slicked up his cock, gliding my fist from base to tip. My mouth watered again as I stared down at his length, gleaming with oil. The head was flushed and pink, and a little drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip as I stroked.
Lonan’s head tipped back against the edge of the bath, his chest heaving with his panting breaths. When I slid my hand down to cup his balls, he let out a choked moan.
“Shh,” I whispered hurriedly, fighting a smile as I glanced at the closed door. “You’ll have to stay quiet.”
Lonan’s white teeth sank into his lower lip as he nodded frantically, his hips bucking when I fisted his cock again and stroked fast.
I wanted to suck him into my mouth, but the angle would have been too awkward with me leaning over the bath. The slick sounds of my oily fist pumping his cock filled the room alongside Lonan’s heaving breaths.
His flesh-and-bone leg twitched, water splashing as he tried to spread it wider, his knee pressing hard into the side of the bath. His branch leg was still draped over the lip, spreading his thighs wide. I was breathing as fast as he was as I pumped his cock, and when I leaned over the bath in a rush to kiss him, he moaned into my mouth.
The kiss was frantic, our tongues thrusting hungrily as Lonan’s cock grew as hard as diamond in my fist. He broke the kiss and panted against my mouth, his fingers clenched tight in my hair.
“I—I’m coming,” he whispered, his body starting to shake.
He’d learned that word for it from me, and a wide fae grin stretched my mouth as I looked down the length of his body to watch. Lonan’s other hand was still gripping the edge of the bath, his knuckles white as his hips jerked up into my fist, splashing water.
He let out a choked sound as his cock started firing long ropes of cum over his twitching stomach muscles, his branch leg jerking against the lip of the tub. My own dick pulsed with envy at the sight of him coming so hard, leaking into my trousers.
He sagged back into the bath when it ended, breathing hard as his cock still pulsed softly in my fist. I slid my hand up to thumb the slick, sensitive head, smiling when he jerked and shuddered with a hitched moan.
His black eyes were sated but wild as he stared up at me and croaked, “Ash,” in a needy voice.