WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conscience

              Rivek was relieved. At last, he could cure the fascination that had sprung up since this distracting pair had shown up in his life. Thank the ancestors they showed all the signs of being ready to humor his interests with equal desire. The scent of spicy arousal was a clear indication of that.

              When they continued to sit at his table however, neither recovering from surprise quickly, the Imdiko decided it was up to him to get things moving. It amused him that such decisive males as Ospar and Jol could be shocked into stillness, but he managed not to chuckle at their hesitation.

              He stood, untying his corded sash with practiced ease. Stepping to the wall peg where he hung his things when exercising—or enjoying an impromptu liaison in his chambers—he swept each layer of his robes off.

              As he peeled down to his training shorts, he pointed to the freestanding cabinet in the corner. “If you care to look in there, I am fine with the use of any of those instruments—giving or receiving.”

              Ospar blinked at him, apparently still too surprised to move right away. Or perhaps he was in no hurry, his gaze fixed on Rivek as the priest took off his clothes. It was much the same enthralled expression the Dramok had worn the time he’d come upon Rivek stretching.

              Ospar knew how to make someone feel good about his physique, Rivek thought with a pleased glow settling in his emotions. A gaze that said he was enjoyable to look upon was worth a thousand compliments.

              Though Ospar seemed frozen for the moment, Jol wasted no time jumping up with a devilish grin. He didn’t run to the cabinet, but he didn’t waste time either. His look was one of hopeful anticipation.

              Ospar finally remembered how to move. He stood slowly, and it was Rivek’s turn to peruse. In his clothing, custom-fitted to his body to show it to advantage, he was a mouthwatering sight. Allowing himself to see the Dramok as a sensual being instead of a person in need of counsel, Rivek could no more help the surge of desire that pulsed through him than he could help but smile at Ospar’s charm.

              The Imdiko stepped up to him and ran his hands over Ospar’s chest, feeling the firm body beneath the expensive clothes. “Did my request surprise you, Ospar?”

              “I somehow didn’t think my interest in having sex with you would be welcome.” Ospar didn’t touch him back, though his hands twitched as if he wanted to.

              “Is your hesitation because I’m a priest?”

              “Your profession does seem to be above such earthly cares. I know priests enjoy themselves, but I still thought—well, with all the tranquility and higher consciousness—sex just seems so, so beneath it all.”

              Jol’s choked cough reminded them he was there. Rivek looked over, again quelling the urge to laugh because the Nobek had been silent before his cabinet for at least a minute. The hilarity that wanted to spill from Rivek pushed hard to do so as he took in Jol’s shocked expression. The man’s eyes were wide as he looked within the open storage.

              With effort, Rivek was able to keep his tone noncommittal. “Yes, Nobek? Don’t worry; we don’t have to use anything you deem too extreme.”

              Jol didn’t respond to the teasing jibe. “Is this a temple or a pleasure club?”

Releasing Winter 2017