Love Is Always Write Volume 4

are celibate," Darien grunted, pulling more fabric toward his lap.
    It didn't escape Kekoa the way Darien studied him. How Darien traced with avid eyes his face and his chest, visible through the open folds of his robe. It had been a good move to leave Darien naked but keep some covering on himself. The young explorer had never been touched, but that didn't mean he wasn't burning to know another's skin. Kekoa could smell the desire spiraling from him like toxic gas from a fissure in the ground.
    "So you're a priest then?" he teased; hoping that wasn't the case because then his battle to obtain the boy's heart would become a war. Oh, but I have all kinds of weapons even against gods.
    "What makes you think I'm a priest?" Darien spat with contempt. "Or celibate, if that is what you're inferring."
    "I can smell a virgin from a thousand klicks," Kekoa growled. "Nothing has defiled your body, not even a kiss."
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    The man with white hair traced Darien's lower lip with his thumb, disarming him. The edge of the wide sleeve of his robe caressed his right nipple, drawing an involuntary moan from Darien. So much for trying to act like he was unaffected by Kekoa's raw sensuality. In the back of his mind, Darien chanted, It was my choice, my choice, my choice.
    "Then what am I, a freak?" Darien couldn't be quiet. His pride demanded that he rebel against that insinuation, but he didn't want Kekoa's thumb away from his lip either.
    "I would say a fortunate anomaly, instead." His eyes bored into Darien's. "That can be swiftly remedied."
    That was what Darien needed, a quick pounding to get rid of his damned virginity and become a complete man. "Yes." Gory purple byotch! He was following his brother's steps to whoredom. Are you proud, Ben?
    "Not so fast, my pretty explorer. I want you to remember your first time always."
    And Kekoa covered Darien's mouth with his. First a brush of lips, then suction and poking; Darien opened his mouth for Kekoa to enter, and his head spun. Forget absence of gravity, this was absence of matter.
    "Your tongue."
    "What?"
    "Give me your tongue."
    As Kekoa sucked his tongue, Darien's cock grew harder than it already was; and in the moment his hand moved to take care of it, he remembered the man making him dizzy was the enemy. Not just that, he had offensive white hair and—according to him—was older than the oldest person Darien knew.
    He pushed Kekoa abruptly away. "I cannot do this."
    But by the Seven Planets, his body craved it with desperation.
    CHAPTER 4
    Kekoa understood his reticence and offered Darien food when his stomach protested. He gave Darien garments made of dark and sinful material. Although quite fitting and not outrageous, it was a liquid caress, richer than the most exquisite silk of his planet. It was an absolute pity when Kekoa appeared dressed in a similar fashion, depriving Darien of the fantastic view he had earlier. However, not everything was lost since the muscle-hugging pants and contour-adoring top gave him a constant reminder of all the concealed goodness.
    Darien didn't have a clue as to how long he'd been there, but his hungriness gave him a close idea. They ate making small talk, and Kekoa insisted in veering the conversation toward sexual topics.
    "To use the words of a wise man from your first expedition, I can fuck many, but I will only love one. " Kekoa enjoyed his drink as if oblivious to his blatant statement.
    "You were there with them? There is no record of any interaction with a local." Darien acted nonchalant, but his big mouth got in the way as always. "And we don't use that word anymore."
    "What word?"
    "Fuck," he cited succinctly. "But do tell: how?"
    "I know whatever happens on this planet." Kekoa shrugged elegantly.
    "That's not the answer to my question. I want the mechanics." Darien wanted to be harsh, but Kekoa's handsome face kept sidetracking him.
    "This planet has more secrets than a Mustafarian whore." This time the white-haired man winked.
    "Can you hear my companions now?"
    "Of course."
    "Show me."
    They walked to a control room, and Kekoa punched commands on a keypad.
    Frederick's concerned voice surrounded Darien. "What are we going to do, love?"
    "Standard procedure is seventy-two hours," Jacques simply quoted. "He's most likely wandering around."
    "How? His transport remained at his site; all his androids were deactivated. I don't like this."
    "Don't worry, sweetheart. We are the only living beings on this planet. He still has twenty