Harem

Sixteen

"Please don't think I'm complaining at all, but you're certainly insatiable today!" Scott huffed, yielding to Avi's insistent kisses along his shoulder blades. He rolled onto his back and Avi's heart stuttered as he blinked those blue eyes up at him.

"I'm trying to make up for last week," Avi replied, aiming his kisses at Scott's chest now. "I didn't realize how the whole week would feel different without having two whole nights with you."

"But you and Emmelia, you had a nice little carriage ride to the coast, right?"

"Oh, yeah. We had a great time," Avi said, trying to control his grin. Once the sun had gone down, they'd pawed at one another like teenagers all the way to the docks. His girl was full of surprises.

"And what exactly were you picking up at such a weird time?" Scott fished.

"Nice try. Don't you worry about it."

"I'm not worried," Scott insisted. "I know you have some sort of surprise planned, I just can't nail down the where or the when. Or the why, actually."

"Well, I'll tell you the why," Avi said generously. "It's because it's driving you nuts and we enjoy that!"

Scott growled and started to argue, but got distracted when Avi's kisses to his stomach demanded attention. It was partly true, what he'd told Scott. He did feel off kilter this week, and part of that was surely the time together they'd missed out on. But Avi was not short on affection. He was starting to feel like Scott must feel with all of his careful juggling.

Emmelia was understanding and patient, but even she had her limits, insisting that they spend at least one night together each week. Then there was Mitch, who he wasn't sleeping with, but that was becoming little more than a technicality. Over the last week, they'd met up in various hidden places in the palace to make out fiercely and feel one another up. On Saturday, after Alex's little photo shoot, things had gotten very out of control and ended up with Mitch on his knees using his expert mouth while Avi bit down on his knuckles to keep from waking the whole palace with his scream of pleasure.

Although this was within Scott's parameters, they both felt a bit guilty for letting it get that far, when the goal was to experience such things with Scott present. They'd agreed to back things off until after the gala, which apparently translated to still attacking one another whenever possible. Avi seemed to be walking around at all times in a state of semi-arousal, either trying to cool down from one of Mitch's hot-sweet kisses or gearing up for the next one.

And then, there was Alexander. It had been such a relief to really speak to him, to feel connected to him again. The consequence for this, however, was the onslaught of memory from that very strange period of his life when he'd felt like he was flying, or maybe dying, or possibly both. Whatever Alex had been serving back then, Avi couldn't grab at it fast enough. Scott might be calling him insatiable now, but that barely registered compared to how wild he had been then.

"Avi," came the soft cry, and a hand tangled in his hair. It was a gentle tug and not a painful grasp, reminding him of who he was dealing with here. As though he could forget, with his lips exploring the familiar stretch of fair skin just below Scott's navel.

"What do you need?" Avi murmured.

"Don't stop," Scott begged. "Please, please don't stop!"

"I wouldn't dream of stopping now," Avi assured him, moving to lay between Scott's legs. Scott responded with a hum of approval, stretching his back and arching his hips upward in invitation.

Soon they were wrapped up in a sweaty tangle, pushing and pulling at one another until that sweet wave of release broke over them both.