a Pleasure Rites, #1

exploring the query from all angles. Dain never demanded that Khial say those three little words. Khial would never say them, had never said them. Would never need to.
Dain pulled Khial's head down. Their kiss was brutal. Khial plunged his tongue into Dain's mouth and Dain allowed the claiming. As his tongue explored the familiar crevices, Khial's hands reached for Dain's pants and briefs.
Dain broke away from Khial's mouth. "How's your leg?"
Khial quirked an eyebrow. "The little witch's ointment relieved all the pain."
"She's not a witch," Dain protested.
Khial's hand found Dain’s dick. "Stop talking about her."
Dain went mute as Khial's thumb dipped into the crevice at the head of his penis. Coming away with precum, Khial circled the head round and round until Dain arched off the mattress.
Satisfied that he had his lover's full attention, Khial scooted lower on the bed. Stopping his ministrations, Khial waited until Dain's eyes opened to figure out what happened to the pleasure. When Dain's eyes connected with Khial, Khial gave him a wicked grin before licking Dain's dick from base to tip.
A shudder traveled through Dain, exploding from his mouth in a growl, just as Khial reached the tip. With Dain's eyes hooded, but still avidly on his own, Khial planted a chaste kiss on the soft pink of Dain's dick head. And then, without warning or preamble, Khial dropped his head, and sunk his mouth down.
A deep growl burst from Dain's chest.
"Shh," Khial admonished. "Or you'll wake her and she'll want to join."
The thought of Chanyn's lush curves uncovered hit Khial in his gut. Though he was already hard from wanting Dain, the image of Chanyn spread out before him made his dick ramrod straight.
For a second, the desire knocked him off kilter and he stumbled off Dain's dick. Women had never aroused anything more than wariness and fear in Khial. He decided to chalk the errant thought up to the painkilling brew the girl put in his system. He shoved the idea, and the girl, out of his mind. After all, Khial had a pliable man in his bed to please. The only person he ever wanted beneath him, on top of him, inside him.
Khial straightened and discarded his briefs. He reached into his pack and quickly found the small bottle of oil. Rubbing some on himself, he placed his own dick at Dain's entrance. Dain wrapped his legs around Khial. Completely entwined, Khial entered Dain in one thrust.
Dain groaned, forgetting once more to keep his pleasure quiet, else the girl down the hall became curious, or worse, aroused.
On another thrust, Khial decided to reverse his position on loud lovemaking. The girl should know that they were a bonded pair. Dain was Khial's and Khial had no intention of sharing. With that thought, Khial increased the speed of his thrusts.
He'd made love to Dain hundreds of times. It never got old. Khial knew exactly how to bring his man to the heights of pleasure.
He'd studied Dain's smile for over a decade. Learned what kept the sadness away, what quieted the nightmares. How to heal Dain's one and only wound. Khial was a model student. Keeping up his thrusts, Khial gave a firm hand to Dain's dick. A thrust of his hips. A pull of his hand.
Thrust. Pull.
Thrust. Pull.
In a matter of moments, Dain was close.
With that knowledge, Khial released his breath. He always held his breath until Dain's pleasure was eminent. Not until he was sure his lover was close would Khial spare a moment for his own release.
And so Khial began to thrust deeper, harder.
Dain reached up to Khial. Strong fingers caressed either side of Khial's face. Green eyes filled with passion and desire. Khial's breaths quickened, his heavy heart feeling light.
Dain came first. His body jerking and convulsing spurring Khial's own release; a release that took his breath and made his heart pound in his chest.
When the shaking calmed to tremors, Khial withdrew from Dain and collapsed beside him. Dain pulled Khial onto his chest, laying Khial's head at his heart. He peppered Khial with feather-light kisses on his brow.
It was Khial's intention to stay awake, to keep watch like a man was supposed to do for his mate. Protect them, after they pleasured them into bliss. But Khial couldn't keep his eyes open under Dain's caresses. The sound of Dain's heart beating strong, the best sound in the world, lulled Khial into a sense of security. Feeling protected, in moments Khial was asleep.

3
The sound of something large falling brought Chanyn from her room and back down the hall. In hindsight, she should've asked herself what she could've done that two large men couldn't handle. But then she'd remembered the boar that now filled her belly, and she hurried down the hall.
It was the groans of pleasure that stayed her hand on the glass door of her mother's former bedroom. Chanyn had never heard such sounds. She'd heard the pain of an animal clinging to life. She'd heard the angry cadence of her mother's voice when she'd found Chanyn reading romance novels, instead of the approved nonfiction-reading list. She'd even heard the cooing of baby animals as they played with their parents and siblings.
Pain, anger, and joy. None could compare to the guttural sound of pleasure and aching need that reverberated from the glass lined room.
Chanyn knelt down and peeked into one of the holes left by the tattered curtains. She'd often looked through this hole to spy on her mother on the days when the older woman became too engrossed in her books to leave her room. Chanyn knew from experience that entering without her mother's permission would get her an angry shout. So instead, Chanyn would peer in to make sure she saw the rise and fall of her mother's chest before going about her day.
When Chanyn peered through the hole this time, the two bodies inside were stark naked and definitely alive.
Khial's mouth hovered over Dain's... private parts. From his prone position, Dain watched the