Something to remember him by

"Can I surprise you?" Naolin asked suddenly, his face tinged with red. That was fascinating; Naolin was never embarrassed. Curiosity warred with the desire to stay snuggled in the bed with him, but curiosity won like it always did.

"Please do," I invited him,and he shifted his weight and slid behind me, so I could no longer see him. He began by rubbing my shoulders, digging his knuckle in where the muscle always tightened between my spine and shoulder blade.

Naolin took his time, working his way up my spine. Then I could feel his breath on my neck, whispering in the shell of my ear.

"Are you feeling relaxed tonight?" he asked, one of his hands cupping my ass.

"After that? Yes," I mumbled, already content. Something slick dropped slowly along my back, warming almost instantly. Oil, the thought wandered though my mind.

Naolin's hand slid between my legs, pressing them apart as he began to work me open with one finger. His touch was deft, stretching me slowly and deliciously. We'd only done this once or twice, usually content to stick to mutual masturbation, but if he wanted to, I certainly wasn't going to deny him.

I could feel the warm oil still on his hands when he touched me. He went so slowly I thought I was going to lose my mind, one finger prodding and stretching enough until he added a second. The only thing saving my sanity was the fact that he'd already reduced me to boneless relaxation. I was simply too far gone to do anything about it except whine at him.

Which is what I did when he pulled his fingers out and then sat up, removing his weight where he'd been lying on top of me.

"Nao..." I whined again, and he just squeezed my ankle lightly.

"I'll be right back," he promised. "Stay right there for me."

I wasn't sure I could have moved if I needed to.

I heard his armoire opening and closing, and then another minute's pause before I felt his weight on the bed again. He wrapped his hands around my ankles and pulled me toward him, then hoisted me up and put a pillow under my stomach and hips.

"Naolin?" I tried to turn, to look at him, but Naolin's strong arms held me down, pinning me to the bed. He rubbed my back again.

"Do you still want a surprise?" It was easy to let my muscles go slack again despite my curiosity. "You've been such a good boy for me, Brennan, I want to try something new before I have to leave you."

"Don't remind me," I whined, arching up into his touch. "Just fuck me, please, that's what you're doing, right? Just fuck me before I lose my mind."

"You've been so patient. Just a minute longer." He put gripped both sides of my ass, fingers digging into my hips like he was studying his angle of approach. And then I felt something pressing against my ass that was definitely not any of his fingers.

I tried to say something intelligable, maybe "hey Nao what's that?" or "very nice surprise thank you" but the only thing I heard make it out of my mouth was a long, desperate moan. I was grateful for every inch of stretching he'd done beforehand as the—cock? I didn't know exactly but it definitely felt like a cock that slowly pressed further than his fingers had gone, and after an eternity of eroding my sanity, Naolin's body rested against my back.

"Good?" he whispered.

I keened in answer, my fingers grabbing at the sheets.

Naolin pulled back and the moved in again, faster, the friction creating more delicious pressure. This time he must have reached my prostate because I saw white for just a fraction of a section and then he pulled back again, adjusting his angle. I could hear myself making noise but had no control over the fact I was doing it.

The next time he pushed in, Naolin reached around between my hips and the pillow, his fingers brushing against my cock. That was enough to push me over the edge, spilling between my stomach and the sheets.

Naolin pulled back and flopped down onto the mattress beside me. "Good surprise, love?" What it became clear I couldn't speak coherently yet, he leaned in to kiss me. It was a challenge for me to move enough to properly kiss him back.

It took a few breaths before I recovered enough to form words. "Fuck yes, Naolin, that was incredible."

He leaned in against me and I felt that hard length poke into my hip. "What…" I trailed off, reaching down to wrap my hand around it. Warm, oiled leather, and when I slid my hand down the length of it, I could trace where it was threaded through a metal ring attached to a leather belt.

"New toy?"

"Only the belt is new." Naolin pushed up onto his knees, and I had enough of my muscle control back to roll onto my side and take in the view.

He was almost naked, wearing only the wrap binding his chest down and the belted contraption that held his leather dildo in place. It jutted out from his crotch proudly, and then he laughed.

"No, that was perfect," I insisted, joining in the laugher. "Peak masculinity."

"I'm glad you think so."

I pushed up onto hands and knees, prowling toward him. "Does it feel right?" I asked him, curious. "Like, wearing it and fucking me… It felt so good for me, but how did it it feel for you?"

"Honestly? Watching you come apart without having to worry about my hands being everywhere at once? It was so good, you looked so good."

My mouth twitched up into a grin as I looked at him, the confidence in his pose, the way his eyes were blazing as he looked down at me. I leaned in and reached the leather dick, wrapping my lips around it.

Naolin made a choking noise. "Bren–"

Oh yeah. That was what I wanted. I took it into my mouth, bringing it deeper, and I dug my fingers into Naolin's thighs.

"Brennan, that's… how is that so good?" he groaned. "I want you to fuck me, Bren."

I pulled back, looking up at Naolin. He'd never—we'd never—"Really?"

"If you want? You don't have to."

"Naolin, I want anything you're willing to share with me," I said. "But it's gonna take me a minute to get it up again, you fucked me so well."

He unfastened his belt and let his dick fall into the sheets. "Let me help with that, hm?"

"Are you sure you don't need to sleep?" I didn't want to ask, but I couldn't help the practical question.

"I'll sleep in the saddle." Naolin's voice was hungry. "Let me have this."

"Of course, Nao, anything you want."

I didn't want the night to end any more than he did, but it was inevitable that I wound up falling asleep spent and satisfied, curled into Naolin's side.

The early promise of dawn was trickling through the window of Naolin's bedroom when I woke. I dozed, comfortable and relaxed, and tracked the way the morning sun seemed to hug the planes of my boyfriend's naked body. The evidence of the night before still littered the bed, bumping against my leg when I stretched and snuggled back into Naolin's side.

"Wish I didn't have to leave today," Naolin mumbled.

"Me too." I trailed kisses across his stomach. "I'm going to miss you."

He sighed and dug his fingers into my hair. "I'm gonna miss being around someone who really knows me."

I continued kissing him slowly, working my way up toward his lips. Suddenly I put together a thought about what he'd said, as if my brain had just now gotten around to waking up. "What if you just introduce yourself as a man, Nao?"

"What?"

"Where's your orders? We'll smudge your name on there, then you're good."

He made a choking noise. "Then what? Tell leadership to change everything about me?"

I shrugged and kissed his shoulder. "You could show up and say your name's misspelled, and let everyone assume it's a clerical error."

"I can just do that?"

"I spent a summer at Athebyne helping my father fix the records when I was eight because the scribe actually assigned to the place had gotten killed six months before and they hadn't gotten a replacement assigned. You'll be fine."

He laid there silently, thinking. Or maybe speaking to Tairn? I wasn't sure. I kept on pressing my lips to his skin, like I wanted to make sure he knew I was still with him.

"I... okay... yeah. I can do that. I can do this." Naolin looked relieved.

"You can do this. And I can't wait to get letters from my boyfriend."

Naolin picked up the leather dildo and handed it to me with a smirk. "Here, why don't you hold onto this for me, Bren? Keep it warm."

I felt myself blush a little as I took it, weirdly embarassed about it now that we were in the morning light. Not that that would keep me from playing with it later. "I'm pretty lucky, you know."

"Oh?"

"Most people trying to make a long distance relationship work don't get to hold onto the guy's cock while he's gone."