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To couple that is. I’m not that innocent.”
    Given Riodan’s fairly sheltered upbringing, Dylen was not surprised when the youth admitted most of his previous forays into carnality had been with Deira as inexperienced as he or with household servants who were only too willing to accommodate the heir of the house.
    “I know it matters little to others, but I don’t care to tup folk in my family’s service,”
    Riodan said. “It’s simply not meet. And I don’t dare entrust myself to others who know little more about rutting than I do. I should think that would only prove disastrous; maybe even put me off the whole business for life!”
    “But surely you know Deira who are seasoned lovers,” Dylen pointed out.
    “Well, of course, but I can hardly accept their invitations to warm their beds if I don’t trust their motives, now can I?”
    Dylen could not disagree. “You could have paid for the experience,” he murmured.
    “Quite a number do.”
    “You mean prostitutes?” Riodan snorted. “Call me maudlin, but I’m too much of a romantic to want my very first bedding to be a mere transaction. I want an emotional connection at the very least, Dy.” He leaned back, smiling wryly. “So there you are. I’ve never gone further than let others use their hands or mouth on me. I dare say it’s quite satisfying, but I don’t like how it leaves me feeling, well, discontented. Here.” He pressed his fist to his breast.
    “So you want me to teach you more,” Dylen cautiously said.
    Riodan grinned. “I want you to teach me everything.”
    Dylen frowned. “Why, Rio? Why would you want your first bedding to be with someone like me?”
    “I wouldn’t were it anyone other than you,” Riodan said. “I like you, Dy. Indeed, I…” He hesitated then forged on. “I’m in love with you.”
    Dylen stared at him. He shook his head. “You know that lovers are forbidden to us.”
    “Your father had a number of lovers in his youth,” Riodan reminded him. “Your sire was one of them.”
    “They were brief affairs, and none of Adda’s lovers expected more. But you do. You would want me to yourself, Rio.”
    “Yes, I would,” Riodan promptly agreed. “And why shouldn’t I? It’s only natural that I would want my beloved to belong to me alone.”
    “Which I can’t do for you even if I returned your affections.”
    Riodan snorted. “Say rather that you could only if you returned my love. I’m no fool, Dy. I know that I can’t ask that of you. But it doesn’t change how I feel about you. Nor does it change my wish to experience my first coupling with you.”
    “Rio—”
    “I’m not demanding you comply this very night. I only ask that you consider my request.”
    Dylen looked away to pensively stare at the fire.
    The majority of his bed partners were long time patrons of the Seralye who desired the thrill or release of reversed sexual roles. But he’d also had his share of patrons who enjoyed the challenge of bedding someone equal in strength to or even stronger than themselves. Seldom however were innocents among these. In their inexperience, they were easily intimidated by a partner with Dylen’s confidence and commanding personality. Unless they wished to play the sheath their first time, most neophytes to the love arts chose to be initiated by the gentler and more submissive of Dylen’s peers.
    A Deir of Riodan’s social stature, and one who was an only child as well, would be averse to spreading himself for another of lesser station, let alone doing so on his first bedding. Indeed, if Riodan ran true to form, he would yield himself only to his lawful spouse. Therefore, were Dylen to give in to the youth’s wishes, he would likely do the
    yielding. Dylen flinched at the thought.
    He very rarely engaged in sexual communion and the sharing of his body for any reason other than as a service rendered for the right price. Casual couplings were few and far between, and he always dictated the nature and