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slipped away. It would be very, very good to take a lover again.
    Dit’s face fell slightly. “Can’t blame me for trying, eh?”
    Tarn had obviously hesitated too long. Quickly, he reached out and curled his wide hand around Dit’s hip. It was warm through the cloth, yielding slightly in the way that promised soft strength in bed.
    Soon, he would be gathering his new hoard and building a fresh citadel in the hot depths of the desert. This boy would never submit to the rules of the hoard; he was too magpie-quick and restless. The hoard, though, was in the future, and right now Tarn was tempted.
    “There is one I will be courting soon,” he said carefully. “My heart, it is not on offer. I wish no bad blood among my fellows, for the sake of one night’s pleasure.”
    Dit’s grin flashed out, bright and open. “No trouble on my side. Consider it a welcome to the fold.”
    “Then my pleasure is yours,” Tarn said and leaned back a little, making sure to flex his shoulders so his muscles rolled. “Name your time and place.”
    “Do excuse us, ladies,” Dit said, not looking away from Tarn’s face. “You—with me, right now.”
    “Hasty,” Tarn commented.
    “Do you know how bored I’ve been waiting for this caravan to set off?” Dit asked. “If I have to sit here and watch these two make eyes at each other for one more minute, I shall go mad. No offense intended, ladies.”
    “Then I am glad to entertain you,” Tarn told him, reaching forward to cup his hand around the back of Dit’s neck and brush his thumb across the pulse in Dit’s throat. “Lead on.”
    “Gladly,” Dit breathed, looking more delighted by the moment. “’Bye, girls. Hello, dragon king.”
    Tarn bowed his good night to Ellia and Jancis, who were both laughing again, and let Dit pull him away.
    Dit clearly knew his way around Sethan’s compound, because it only took a few minutes of stumbling along wide corridors before they were tumbling into a dim, crowded little storeroom, where stacked pallets were heaped with canvas and piles of sacking. Dit hooked their lamp on a bracket by the door, casting swaying shadows across the room as he kicked the door shut.
    No sooner had it slammed than Dit was wrapping around him, pushing himself forward until his groin was pressed against Tarn’s. The hard line of his cock was hot through the cloth, throbbing against Tarn’s own erection as he tried to grind close, his hands locked on Tarn’s shoulders for balance.
    Tarn groaned, locking his hands around the man’s ass to pull him nearer. It felt so good to have someone warm against him again, and he smoothed his hands over the firm curves of Dit’s ass with a murmur of appreciation before dipping his head to take his mouth. He hadn’t met with such easy enthusiasm for a long time, and he planned to take advantage of Dit’s hunger until he was utterly satisfied himself.
    He slid his tongue in to plunder, and Dit arched against him, letting him take what he wanted. It wasn’t quite the challenge Tarn would have liked, but it still felt so very good, so he took what was so blithely offered.
    He kissed steadily until Dit was boneless and clinging, little whimpers bursting out of him with every thrust Tarn made against him. Then, as he had no intention of coming in his clothes, Tarn picked the man up, his hands tight on his ass, and began to move away from the door.
    Dit groaned, bringing his legs up to lock around Tarn’s waist. “Don’t stop.”
    “I’m not,” Tarn promised and set him down on top of the sacking. He stepped back and began to peel his clothes off. The air was warm in here, close and muggy, and it was a pleasure to feel it against his skin. When he kicked his hose away and pulled off his breechclout, he groaned with relief as his cock sprung forward, flushed and full.
    A noise from Dit pulled his attention back, and he looked down to see the youth gazing at him with glazed eyes, his breath coming fast as his hand moved