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dropped his head back against the grass and choked on his own sounds. His whole body spasmed, and Myrddin arched up off the ground and pressed against as much of Kas as he could.
    Heat pulsed inside him, an accent of sensation, an unnecessary addition to what was already beyond bliss, and Kas slipped his hands around Myrddin’s body, from his hips to the small of his back, then up along the high, tight curve of his spine to hold him close. He relaxed a little at a time, but Kas’ hands did not. He lowered Myrddin to the ground, but descended over him even as he did so—held tight, then tighter, as if he had no intention of ever letting go.
    The grass was cool and comforting against Myrddin’s oversensitive skin. His nerves felt raw, rough, ravished. He slid his legs down his lover’s back by inches, tangled them with Kas’ legs and turned his head into the crook of Kas’ shoulder. The minutes passed slowly, and he savored the freedom from his own internal burdens for a long while—until he wanted to move and couldn’t.
    Kas held him against his chest with lean, strong arms, his fingers occasionally moving over Myrddin’s shoulders, up the back of his neck and into his hair. More than that, Kas’ cock was still inside him, a pleasant intrusion that had him breathing faster the moment he was aware of it.
    As if he, too, only became aware the moment Myrddin did, Kas hitched his hips closer, bent his head to lick at the pulse beating in Myrddin’s throat. His mouth traveled slowly along the line of his neck, up to the curve of his ear.
    “More, love.”
    The hush of his breath roused a whole new set of shudders, but Myrddin shook his head and pulled back as much as Kas’ hold on him would allow. “Lover, Kas. Not love , lover.” He was uncomfortable with even the thought of love. They’d only just met, and that was fine for some things, these things, but love? Not love . “Lover…”
    He lifted his mouth, and Kas kissed him, twitched his hips forward again, tightened his arms around Myrddin’s back and brought him back down, skin to skin, almost completely on top of him.
    When he finally pulled his mouth away, Kas smiled. “My lover.” His voice was husky with heat, and Myrddin grinned, relieved, but Kas wasn’t through. “My lover, my love. Mine .” The soft promise of it stole Myrddin’s breath—and then again, “More, love.” Kas took him by the waist and moved him the rest of the way on top, settled him down on his cock.
    “Kas, no— no…no… nn…nnng. Ohhh .” He was so full, and he could feel Kas getting harder inside him, stretching him more .
    “Kas, I—” But Kas took him by the waist and held him still so he could thrust up, once, twice, enough to jar all the breath from Myrddin’s body and start those stars falling inside him again. “Aren’t you…aren’t you ever satisfied? I c-can’t…”
    Kas leaned up on one elbow, reached out and took Myrddin’s chin in his hand. He had no choice but to meet that dark gaze while Kas spoke chidingly, shaking his head, reminding him, “Sounds. Sounds , love.” He moaned, and Kas made a soft hmmm of approval, started thrusting up again.
    Myrddin choked on a curse, leaned back to balance himself on Kas’ thighs, and gave in to the inevitable—gave in completely.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Myrddin was trembling with exhaustion when Kas finally stopped. He lay shivering in Kas’ arms, every nerve overstimulated, teased and sated past endurance. Kas took one more kiss from him, though his lips were parted with panting, then laid Myrddin back in the grass and only touched him gently, soothing, easing. His hands were warm on Myrddin’s back, his arms, Kas’ fingers warm on his cheek, his lips, across his collarbone.
    He made soft sounds, dozed for some hours, then startled awake and stretched slowly, slowly , before he lowered his arms around Kas’ waist again. “Still here, Kas? Or are you sleeping?”
    Kas bent to his cheek, nuzzled