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groaned, reached for his cock and got Kas’ hand instead, long fingers tangling with his and holding him back. “Oh— no please . Let me touch—please, I need more—more—”
    “ More ?”
    Kas slipped his fingers out, and that was an instant reminder of what he had said, what he had promised. Eagerly, Myrddin drew himself up, felt the wet and heat and thickness of Kas’ cock opening him. A low, sharp cry slipped out of him as he sank all the way down, and then Kas’ hands were on his hips again, urging him up, lifting him.
    He made a sound, not a moan, not a whine, something strangled in between. Kas never waited, never, never .
    “Kas I— Kas , I—oh please, please—” Kas rolled his hips, thrust up with sharp, short jerks that stroked just right inside him, made him scrabble at Kas’ chest. He’d thought he’d remembered this, the feeling, the pleasure, but he’d been wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, because this was better, so much better, his skin tingling with a hot buzz of need.
    Myrddin got his knees under him, pressed down on Kas’ chest with both hands and pushed himself up, almost all the way off Kas’ cock, then sank down again. He leaned forward and bit at Kas’ collarbone, fastened his mouth around a nipple and felt Kas’ quick inhalation under his mouth.
    Kas thrust up once more, harder, then lifted Myrddin and turned over him at the same time, twisted inside him, all the angles changing, pressure still perfect. Then he was on his back, Kas staring down at him. Myrddin wrapped his legs around Kas’ waist and reached up to pull him down against his mouth. “Lover…lover, take me. Take me.”
    A shiver moved through Kas’ body, a soft shudder that added layers of heat to Myrddin’s lust. Kas might have found words, somehow, somewhere, but he still didn’t seem intent on using them, not now, not here . The desire that lay over them, between them, was soft and heavy as the night…but it was silent, too.
    Beneath the pressure, beneath the pleasure, Myrddin could feel within himself the waiting flood of green power that told him Kas was right.
    He had tried to ignore it, repress it, let it unfold some other way than it had last time. As if, by pretending not to notice, he could keep the truth from being true. But the winter had come today, and though the night was cold, and he had slept, it had been badly.
    No deep sleep had come for him, no hibernation…just like the previous year. Had he misunderstood the purpose, the need? Had Kas understood better than him? Not just once. Our rite…
    Kas drove suddenly deep, wrapped a hand around Myrddin’s cock and started to stroke in counterpoint to the rhythm of his thrusts. Sensation startled a gasp past Myrddin’s lips, and thoughts deserted him. He moaned, tightened his legs around Kas’ back and urged him on, turned his head against the pillows and lifted his hips.
    “Kas— Kas , just like — nnnng .”
    He heard himself moaning, reached back with one hand and braced himself against the wall as Kas thrust harder, slammed into him until Myrddin’s groans turned into cries. He tried to say Kas’ name and couldn’t, tried to say please , to beg for the little bit more that he needed, wanted, needed , but Kas’ mouth was on his then, swallowing all his cries, his moans, and if there were words mixed into the sounds, made into sounds, neither of them cared.
    All of them meant the same thing— yes and please and more . Myrddin’s pleasure came to its sharp, sudden peak without warning. He arched up against Kas’ body as he felt the heat of him spilling inside. “Kas…oh, Kas.”
    “ Merlin .”
    Slowly, Kas sat back from between his thighs, pulled out of him and left Myrddin empty, grasping at him, trying to pull him closer. Warm laughter fell like rain onto his mouth, and soft kisses with it, but this time Kas made no move to take him again.
    When his thoughts cleared, Myrddin pushed himself up, sat with his back against the wall and