Free Poison by Megan Derr Page A

a ragged, husky laughed. "Inside pocket of my jacket." He started to stand up to get it, but Gael pushed him back down and bent over him to find the small vial himself.
    Moaning, Noire settled himself more comfortably across the back of the sofa and spread his legs as far as he could manage with his breeches down around his thighs.
    Gael opened the bottle, catching the scent of primroses as he slicked his fingers and slipped one inside Noire's entrance. He bit back a groan, cock throbbing. It had definitely been far too long since he had been able to take Noire to bed—since he had been able to enjoy his lover properly at all.
    Whatever it took, he would have to make the time. He loathed his nightmares, his fear, himself, with every fiber of his being. The sweet sound of his name in a hitched, breathy tone drew him out of his dark thoughts and dragged him back into the sweet depths of his lover. He pushed in a second finger, stretching Noire slowly, enjoying the heat and tightness, the way Noire pushed back against him seeking more.
    By the time he withdrew his fingers, he was not certain which of them was more desperate to feel his cock sink into Noire's body. Undoing his breeches, quickly slicking himself, Gael curled one hand around Noire's hip and guided his cock to the entrance, and slowly pushed inside.
    "Gael ... " Noire said on a long groan, head falling, hips pushing up. Gael curled around him as he finally sank all the way in, drawing in unsteady breaths while he waited for Noire to adjust to an intrusion not felt for months. "Please, Gael."
    Kissing his neck, Gael obediently drew back, grabbed Noire's hips, and began to fuck him. He started slowly, pulling out slightly and pushing back in, but as Noire made increasingly desperate noises he began to move faster, harder, pulling nearly all the way out and then thrusting back in, eliciting a cry every time. He rode Noire hard, fucked him thoroughly, world narrowing only the body clenching around his cock, the sight and smell and sounds of his lover.
    Reaching down, he grasped Noire's cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts. Noire cried his name as he came, shuddering hard, and the feel of his climax around Gael's cock drove Gael over the edge, and he cried Noire's name as he came.
    He groaned as passion finally eased, and the rest of the world returned around him and his softened cock slipped free of Noire's body. Turning Noire around, he pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned them both up, then set Noire's clothes to rights. He looked decidedly rumpled and all the more desirable for it.  "You are perfection."
    Noire flushed at the words, but smiled. "You're biased."
    "Happily so," Gael replied and cupped his face to kiss him softly. "I do love you, kitten. More than life itself. Only your safety keeps my silence."
    "Does my safety also—" Noire stopped and turned his head.
    Gael frowned. "Does your safety also what?"
    "Nothing."
    He gripped Noire's chin, forced his head up, and said gently, "Tell me, kitten."
    "You still—with your—with them—" His eyes filled with tears and he jerked free, then shoved away, but not quickly enough for Gael to miss the way he trembled.
    The words were a fist to his gut, guilt souring the wine in his stomach. He looked at Noire, hating the betrayal, the hurt, the tears he was barely holding back. Crossing the room to him, Gael hugged him tightly. "I've never loved them, not as I love you. It's a tradition I've been locked in and did not know how to find my way out of until I saw you. It was something I always thought I wanted, and then I thought there must be something wrong with me because I did not want it—but you're right, that does not excuse it. I keep telling myself that I will finally confess everything, end the relationship with them, and declare ours when the ceremony is over. It seemed the most logical, the easiest." He drew back, squeezed Noire's shoulders, and cupped his face. "But easiest for me is not easiest