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Garin didn’t collapse in shock again, perhaps having expected another blunt declaration, but his pupils dilated, and his breath hitched. “Yes, I have.”
Sazahk bunched the sheet in his fists to stop his hands from shaking. “Are you still interested?”
Garin searched Sazahk’s face. “I’m only interested in kissing men who want to be kissed.”
Sazahk nodded slowly. “That aligns with my understanding of you.”
“Sazahk.” Garin inched his hand close enough to brush their fingers together and the warmth of Garin’s skin sent lightning up Sazahk’s arm. “Do you want to be kissed?”
“As a general rule and by a general partner, no.” Sazahk caught Garin’s fingers in his, afraid his honesty might drive him to break the contact. “But by you, yes.” Sazahk nodded vigorously. “Yes, I do.”
“Fuck, Sazahk.” Garin surged forward and captured Sazahk’s lips.
Sazahk froze, paralyzed by Garin’s fervor. The heat and urgency of his lips on Sazahk’s stuttered his brain to a standstill. Desire swept through him, both his own for Garin and the undeniable desire Garin had for him.
“Sorry, I—” Garin broke the kiss and pulled back, but Sazahk chased after him, slotting their mouths together again.
He tasted rich.
It was an odd adjective for the flavor of a human man’s mouth, particularly one who had received his sustenance from an intravenous drip for three days, but it was accurate. Sazahk swept his tongue along the seam of Garin’s lips and Garin parted them with a groan. Musky and decadent and addictive.
Garin ran his hands over Sazahk’s jaw and up into his hair, and Sazahk smiled against his lips. Garin loved his hair. Goddess knew why, but he did.
“Is this okay?” Garin breathed into the space between them.
“Yes.” Sazahk stared at the man’s glistening lower lip and didn’t fight the urge to lean back in and nip it. Garin gasped and pulled Sazahk’s hair, so Sazahk followed up with more nips and kisses, exploring all the different ways Garin’s lips molded against his own.
Garin melted before him, and Sazahk kissed him back against the bed.
“Can I touch more of you?” Sazahk’s hands shook with the pent-up desire to feel Garin’s body beneath them again.
“Yeah, fuck, get up here.” Garin dropped his hands to Sazahk’s hips and hauled him onto the bed.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Sazahk straddled Garin gingerly, not knowing where else to fit himself on the small hospital bed, but not wanting to jostle the injured man.
“I’m not in pain.” Garin ran his hands up Sazahk’s flanks to grab his chin and pull him down for another kiss.
Sazahk dove in enthusiastically, enjoying the novel sensation of the angle and Garin’s panting as his breath quickened. But after a few moments, he pulled himself together and broke his lips free. “Your lack of pain is likely due to topical and intravenous painkillers, not because my position isn’t harming you.”
“I know you’ll be careful.” Garin took his lips again and Sazahk closed his eyes and gave in. He would. He would be careful, but, goddess, he didn’t want to stop kissing this man. And he wanted to do so much more than kiss him.
Sazahk shifted his hips to make room for his hand to trail down the length of Garin’s shorter body. He tasted the man’s gasp as his fingers brushed down the bandages around Garin’s abdomen and paused at his waistband.
Garin whined and arched his hips off the bed, so Sazahk immediately skated his hands into his loose pants and gripped his bare length. He swallowed Garin’s deep moan, amazed a sound could have a taste and that it could be so intoxicating.
“Orgasms release hormones in humans known to aid in the healing process,” Sazahk panted in Garin’s mouth when Garin broke the kiss with a groan. He rubbed his thumb against the vein on the underside of Garin’s cock, just the way he knew he liked it. “Can I bring you to orgasm, Garin?”
“Please.” Garin nodded so forcefully he almost knocked their foreheads together. “Please, Sazahk.”
Thank the goddess. Sazahk didn’t know what he would have done if Garin had declined. Well, no, he knew what he would have done. He would have stopped, and his chest would have caved in.
Sazahk pulled his hand out of Garin’s pants to lick a broad, generous swipe across his palm before Garin’s wide eyes. He didn’t care if there were better lubricants. He didn’t know where they were, and he didn’t want to stop long enough to find out.
He couldn’t stop. All the terror of the past few days, and the mounting horror at the possibility that he might never see Garin again, flooded out of him in a torrent of need to touch, to kiss, to pleasure, to prove to himself that Garin was still here and still pliant and needy under Sazahk’s hands.
Without conscious thought, the tentacles embedded in the bed’s base snaked out to wrap around Garin’s arms, legs, and torso as Sazahk wrapped his hand around his length again.
“Oh, shit.” Garin stared at the metal spiraling loosely over his body and his cock pulsed against Sazahk’s palm. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
