Heat Rating: Bonfire

Content Warnings: Graphic homoerotic (m/m) sexual content, Light BDSM

Lovers Shelinn MacNamara and Bradford Thorne Celebrate Valentine's Day fae style.

Linn sighed and lowered his head to kiss his way down Brad's chest. The tip of his tongue flicked across the tiny bud of sensitive skin and Brad gasped at the contact. The soft cry of pleasure sent a wave of lust, of pure need through Linn and he moaned as that wave hit his groin, sending a blaze through his balls, his cock. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around Brad, holding him in place as he laved his tongue over Brad's nipple. He grinned when Brad arched into the touch, his head falling back, lips parted on a soft cry of desire.

Linn sat Brad up, removed his shirt and gazed on finely defined musculature of his lover's upper body. The arch of his pectoral muscles was deeper than when they'd met. Brad had elected to work around the ranch for his daily exercise rather than employ machinery in an effort to keep from developing the notorious ëauthor butt' he worried about.

"I think you've got to be the most beautiful man I've ever met."

Brad shook his head in a fervent denial, but he was grinning. "Just like a fae, glib tongued liars all of them. Bad as the Irish, and the Scots. Must be the fae blood in them that accounts for the stereotyping."

Linn couldn't help himself, he broke out in deep, rolling laughter. "Aye, me boyo an' don't ye be forgettin' it."

Brad smacked him on the shoulder. "Goof."

"Aye, an' no mistakin' it." He leaned in close and whispered right in Brad's ear, "An' ye love me this way."

"I freely admit that I love you just the way you are," Brad replied. "With all your warts and imperfections."

"Warts is it? Are you intimating that I started out as a frog and it took a kiss from a prince to transform me?"

"I thought it was a toad that got kissed," Brad remarked.

Linn chuckled. "Smartass."

"You did fall in love with an author," Brad reminded him. "So ësmartass' comes with the territory."

"And it's such lovely territory," Linn said and kissed Brad. His lover melted into his embrace with a contented sigh. Linn resumed what he'd been doing before they'd gotten sidetracked by a moment of much needed silliness. He caressed Brad's body, deepening the kiss until the hard rod of Brad's cock pressed against him through the confines of Brad's pants. He could feel the beat of Brad's heart in the rock hard erection, the pulse of life, of a body driven by need, beating against his belly.

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