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.He shut the door to his chambers and leaned back against it with a long sigh.He shut his eyes as the tensions of the day—of the past weeks, if he were honest—slid away.Conall came and pulled at him, hands curling into his shirt.“Come on, lad,” he said gently.“Before you fall asleep on your feet.”Luke stumbled to the bath, shedding clothes with each step.He climbed in, hissing at the sting of hot water on his sore flesh.The bath was big enough to hold the both of them, but when Luke invited Conall in, he shook his head.“You go ahead.I want to take a look around.”Luke watched in bemusement as Conall strolled about the room, studying the sculptural work in the legs of his desk, the murals on the walls, the cluster of personal mementos upon a table, as though they were in some marvelous, exotic locale, and not the bedroom that Luke had slept in every day of his life.“What’s so fascinating?” he asked at last, as Conall ran his fingertips over the gilt rim of his lamp.Conall was quiet a moment, then shrugged.“If I’d ever managed to get my hands on loot like this, I’d have been set for life.”“Well, it belongs to both of us now.” Luke leaned his head back so the water soaked his hair up to his scalp.“You’re welcome to it.If there’s something particular you like, let me know.I’ll make sure it gets moved to the new rooms.”Conall made a quiet sound but didn’t answer.Luke glanced at him, then picked up the soap and scrubbed it through his hair, working up a thick lather.He ducked back under the water to rinse the suds out, then quickly scrubbed his skin clean of the dirt from the road.While he washed, Conall settled himself gingerly upon the edge of the bed, as though he feared to dirty it.Eventually, as Luke was stepping out of the bath and drying off, Conall flopped down onto his back with an immense sigh.“If I never had to move again, I should be happy,” he declared to the ceiling.Luke smiled and wrapped his towel about his hips.“Your turn,” he said, crossing to the bed.But halfway there, his feet stilled and he found he had to just stop and look at Conall, head angled to the side, emotion fluttering beneath his breast.Conall pushed himself up onto his elbows and shot Luke an uncertain look.“What is it?”Luke gave a crooked smile and shook his head as he closed the distance between them.“Do you know, there’s never been anyone but me in this bed? Not once.”Incredulousness washed over Conall’s face.“No one?” He pushed himself the rest of the way up so that he was sitting again.“Dear gods in heaven.”Luke laughed and came to stand before him, hovering his hands over Conall’s shoulders.“Don’t act so disingenuous.I told you I was an innocent.His cheeks burned at the memory.“You made me tell you.”“An innocent, sure, but I didn’t imagine for a moment… Oh, heavens.” He took hold of Luke’s wrists and pulled him forward until Luke climbed up into Conall’s lap, straddling his legs.Conall framed Luke’s face in his hands and drew him in for a greedy kiss.Luke’s laughter died beneath a wave of heat.Conall slid his hands up to cup around the back of Luke’s neck and drew Luke with him as he lay back upon the bed.He rolled, putting Luke beneath him, and kissed him, devouring him.“Oh, lad,” he groaned, hands dragging down Luke’s chest.“I’ve such an urge to do the most wicked things to you all of the sudden.”Luke laughed breathlessly, arching up into his touch.“Here? In the bed I grew up in?”“Yes.” Conall’s fingers curled into his shoulders.His weight bore Luke down on his back and pinned him there.“Here, in the bed you grew up in, the bed you’ve shared with no one before now.” He groaned and closed his mouth on the skin of Luke’s neck.“Gods.I’ve known entire families who lived in tenements smaller than this bed.It’s a crying shame that you’ve hoarded it to yourself for so long.”“Ours will be—bigger,” Luke gasped.He lifted his hips off the bed and Conall tore the towel away, baring him completely.“I cannot even imagine.” Conall slid down, closing his mouth over Luke’s nipple and sucking at it mercilessly.Luke shuddered and cried out beneath him, twisting at the sharp stabs of pleasure that arrowed through him.“Conall.” He groaned and grabbed at his shoulders.Conall raised his head and looked down at him sternly.His thumb slid over Luke’s wet flesh, another torment
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