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bath foam, it still had the power to discomfit him.
    He looked down in embarrassment. “I thought that perhaps you’d fallen asleep,” he murmured by way of explanation.
    Dylen chuckled. “I’m not in the least bit sleepy.”
    Riodan dared to glance at him. “Still tense?” At Dylen’s nod, he said, “Ah, I just realized, I didn’t thank you for what you did for me.”
    Dylen gestured dismissively. “By the way, apology accepted,” he lightly added.
    For a moment, Riodan was confused. And then he realized Dylen was referring to the litany of apologies he’d mentioned earlier. “Which one?’’ he asked with a crooked grin.
    “All of them.” Dylen waited for Riodan to recover from his surprise before softly saying, “Care to join me?”
    Riodan caught his breath at the invitation. In that instant, he knew Dylen was offering him more than a companionable soak. Suddenly feeling dizzy, he began to strip nevertheless.
    Blushing brightly after he shed his drawers, he walked to the tub. Dylen held out a beckoning hand, and he slipped his own into it. Dylen gently pulled him into the tub and down between his legs. Riodan gasped slightly as their limbs and other sundry body parts touched.
    Half-cradled in Dylen’s arms, he wondered what the other Deir would do next. He did not wait long. A hand snaked behind his nape and pulled him close. Their lips met for the first time. Riodan moaned almost upon contact.
    Never before had he known the pleasure of the leisurely slip and slide of bared bodies as they came together in love-play, the thrill of naked limbs unashamedly entangling or the slow-burning build-up of sensation where each and every burst of bliss could be savored to the hilt. Least of all did he know just how potent a kiss could be, let alone the titillating hot-tongued caress Dylen was treating him to with the confident finesse of a practitioner of the love arts and the thrilling passion of an eager lover.
    To his surprise, Dylen broke their kiss and slightly drew away. But, even as he started to protest, Dylen smiled and gently shifted him about to lean back against him. He caught his breath when he felt Dylen’s shaft hard against his backside. Again he opened his mouth to question the hethar, but no sound issued save for a long, low groan. Dylen
    had reached down with both hands to cup his seed sac and take hold of his shaft. Dylen proceeded to stroke his shaft to straining, thrumming hardness and fondle the tender pouch beneath until it tingled and tightened.
    His whole body shaken by pleasurable tremors, Riodan let his head fall back onto Dylen’s shoulder. A moment later, he was moaning helplessly as lips pressed against the side of his throat and Dylen trailed searing kisses up and down its length. A hand smoothed over his abdomen, kneading the firm flesh before it continued its upward journey toward his chest. Riodan’s trembling increased as agile fingers rubbed and pinched his nipples until they tensed into little rose-brown peaks.
    With sensation threatening to overwhelm him, he wriggled in an unconscious bid to escape. But Dylen held him fast while he continued to play with his nipples and stroke his shaft even as he nibbled on the side of his neck. Riodan wanted to rear and thrash, but trapped in Dylen’s embrace, he could only shudder in ecstasy.
    “Dy, p-please,” he croaked as the pressure in his groin built up to a nigh unbearable degree. “I can’t-I can’t—hold it—off…”
    “Then don’t,” Dylen whispered. He gave a few firm tugs to Riodan’s shaft.
    Riodan sobbed harshly as his orgasm crashed through him. His hips bucked forward while his seed spurted over Dylen’s fingers into the soapy water. As the last of his climax played out, he sagged into Dylen’s arms, his head lolling onto the other’s shoulder. It was several seconds before he could think lucidly, let alone speak.
    He turned his head dazedly and gazed into Dylen’s eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like