“Then again,” Jisten said when he came up for air. “At the moment, I am deeply dissatisfied.”
“How so?” asked Rak, startled.
“Your wings are covered in cat hair,” Jisten said. “I cannot live another second with it so.”
“I guess you will just have to oil them then,” Rak said once he finished laughing.
“After the bath,” Jisten said. “Good bathing, heal that cut and anything else that is hurt, then oiling.”
Rak pulled Jisten into the bathroom, impatient now. He stripped on the way and was naked by the time he reached the tub. Jisten stripped off his jacket and shirt. He hung them on the towel rack.
Rak’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “You should remove the boots and pants next. Unless Valers bathe with their boots on?” He sidled closer. “Want help?”
“I do,” Jisten said, expression mischevious.
Rak undid Jisten’s belt and the buttons holding up the pants. He slid them down Jisten’s long legs, kneeling in the process. Then he tugged the boots off, one at a time, in order to finish pulling the pants down. “Hmm,” said Rak, and nuzzled Jisten’s package through the thin cotton. “I remember this.”
Jisten’s knees buckled a little. “Oooh, so do I.” He stepped out of his pants. Rak pulled the shorts down, too impatient to mess with the flap. He caressed Jisten’s balls with his tongue a moment later. “S’Rak, your bath,” Jisten said mildly.
Rak kissed Jisten’s cock. “Are you saying you do not want me to do this?”
“Uhmmm, how about we get in the tub? Your fuzzy wings are really bothering me.”
“Very well.” Rak gave Jisten’s cock a last languid lick before he stood up and slipped into the tub. “Now you sit here,” said Rak, patting the edge, “and dangle your legs in. You can wash my wings while I service you.”
“Service? Ah, wait.” Jisten pulled his shorts up. “We can’t just--what about the prince? What would Jethain think if he found out?”
“You are a free man,” said Rak with a shrug. “It is not Jethain’s place to say who you can or cannot sleep with.”
“I don’t think that he would take kindly to me…to his brother…” Jisten looked like he wanted to sink into the ground. “I hadn’t really thought this through before.” He knelt beside the tub. “I can’t risk it.”
“Captain, leave that to me. I will deal with Jethain if need be.”
“It’s not just that. I’ll not be the cause of someone being collared. I won’t risk doing that to you.”
“So I have no say in the matter? Your mind is made up and your heart is sealed against all intrusion?”
“It wouldn’t be fair,” Jisten said. “It wouldn’t be right.” He poured water over Rak’s wings and brushed cat hair off with his hands.
Rak moaned in desire as Jisten’s hands caressed his sensitive wings. The fires were surging now, growing with every beat of his heart. “I would risk it, to have you.”
“You don’t know, not really. All you see is this exterior. You don’t know what’s inside. What’s wrong with me.” Jisten sighed and sat on the edge of the tub, dangling his legs in the water as Rak had asked.
“There is nothing wrong with you,” said Rak. He pulled Jisten’s shorts down again and stroked the semi-erect cock, causing Jisten to gasp.
“Male couples take turns. I can’t give you that. I’m sorry. I’mwrong somehow.”
Rak flushed. “Oh, Jisten. Is that all that is keeping us apart?” He closed his eyes. “I cannot top. Physically, I cannot. It hurts when I try. You know about the slave potions, and you know I have been dosed. You are worried about something that will never be an issue between us.”
Jisten kissed Rak lightly, almost hesitantly. “You shouldn’t be ashamed, it isn’t your fault. It’s what was done to you. But me, I have no one to blame but myself. Is it cowardice? Sheer selfishness? Ugly domineering raising its evil head?”
“ Ix, it is none of that,” said Rak. “You are shy and inexperienced. That makes you understandably nervous about such things.”
“Shy, inexperienced,” Jisten sighed. “
Pure.
” He twisted the last word into a spat-out curse.
“I know all about hated nicknames,” Rak said. “One of my owners used to call me pet. His lethal little pet. I hated it.”
“A trained swords-master and gladiator, very lethal. But little pet?” Jisten shook his head. “Not in the least bit accurate.”
“I am short,” Rak pointed out. “All Loftoni are, and my owner delighted in reminding me of that, but still, many of my opponents made the error of underestimating me based on my size.” Jisten’s warm, calloused hands felt delightful as they stroked Rak’s slightly rustling wings smooth against his back. Rak leaned into those hands. “I want you,” he said.
“Lucky me,” Jisten said. “But are you sure? Shy...inexperienced.”
“I am sure,” said Rak firmly. He floated between Jisten’s legs and once again addressed the man’s delectable shaft with his tongue and mouth.
“What about Scorth?” Jisten asked suddenly. “It’s one thing to oil wings, to aide you, it’s quite another thing to ah… you know.”
Rak’s wings flared, splashing water everywhere. “Scorth likes you. He has been positively pestering me to screw you, as he learned to say.” He slid Jisten’s shaft into his mouth, massaging the underside with his tongue as he suckled. Jisten gasped softly as Rak moved from licking and caressing to full fellatio. Rak hummed softly, vibrating the shaft in his mouth and followed this up by deep throating it. His head bobbed as he pulled up to breathe, and then back down to the base of the enormous, thick pole. His hands gently cupped, rolled, and occasionally squeezed Jisten’s balls.
One of Jisten’s hands stroked Rak’s short hair, the other stroked the leading edges of his wings. No more protests or objections emanated from the captain, not with Rak fully engaged on his cock. The tension in Jisten’s body gave Rak warning, and he backed off so just the head of Jisten’s cock remained in
