Little Moments: Little Moments, #2

By Megan Derr

A collection of ficbits initially posted on Patreon, short tales of life after the happily ever after of the official stories. This volume contains shorts for:

 

Three Goats
The Soldier
Of Last Resort
Blood in the Water
An Exception
The Matchmaker
The Engineered Throne
Gorgon Boy
Rasnake
The Royal Inquisitor

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Derr
• Release date: Apr 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393587217

Megan Derr

Megan is a long-time resident of queer romance and keeps herself busy reading and writing it. She is often accused of fluff and nonsense. When she’s not involved in writing, she likes to cook, harass her wife and cats, or watch movies. She loves to hear from readers and can be found all over the internet.meganderr.compatreon.com/meganderrmeganderr.blogspot.comfacebook.com/[e-mail]@meganaderr

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Little Moments

Volume Two

By Megan Derr

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.

Edited by Sasha L. Miller

Cover by Megan Derr

This book is a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.

First Edition April 2020

Copyright © 2020 by Megan Derr

Printed in the United States of America

A Warm Welcome

THREE GOATS

Cornelius laughed as he sat down with his just-made cup of tea and saw that both Billie and Matt had fallen asleep in the middle of eating their pie. He clucked his tongue. Silly goats.

Sounds like they had a long day, Robbie said, and set aside his own empty plate to pick up Billie, slinging him over one shoulder and then climbing the ladder to the loft. When he came back down, he nudged Matt, who sleepily heaved to his feet and shuffled off to the loft himself.

Robbie, predictably, finished off their half-eaten slices of pie before clearing away all the dishes to be taken out and washed in the morning and ensured the house was locked up tight for the night.

Then he strode right over to Cornelius, took away his tea, pulled him out of his big cozy chair, and stole the seat, dragging Cornelius down into his lap. I've missed this—you—so much.

I don't recall this ever being a thing, Cornelius said dryly, but went easily when Robbie pulled him into a kiss that tasted of apples and cinnamon and home.

Robbie nuzzled his cheek as they drew apart. Always wanted to do it, sit right here like this with you. Never worked up the nerve.

Cornelius gave into the urge to drape his arms around Robbie's neck and leaned into him, more delighted with this new arrangement than he would ever, ever admit. Learned some boldness in the city, did we? he asked teasingly. Pretty boys and girls teach you a few things?

Yeah, that city folk are loud, demanding, and rude. Robbie stroked and caressed him, so much like he had every time they'd cuddled beneath an apple tree and exchanged kisses. I had a few offers, especially a couple of interesting ones from some fancies. But I told every last one I had a sweetheart back home, and he was a forest lord, and they couldn't compare.

You did not, Cornelius said, face flushing, warmth filling him that had nothing to do with the fire and everything to do with the silly goat boy holding him. I'm not a forest lord.

Forest lord enough, and definitely my sweetheart. Robbie tilted his head up and kissed him again. Though I admit I thought I'd have to work harder to get back into your good graces.

Cornelius squashed his nerves like he would an insect invading his stores, and murmured in Robbie's ear, You'd better work hard. The children are asleep, it's been three years, and I'm tired of only having my hands.

You're an evil brat, Robbie said breathlessly, though there was no mistaking the sudden interest that Cornelius was sitting on. Want to finish your tea?

I don't care about the stupid tea. Cornelius kissed, hard and messy and eager, suddenly desperate now that he'd finally voiced what they'd been dancing around since the other two had fallen asleep.

Robbie heaved to his feet, still holding fast to Cornelius, who clung for dear life, and headed off toward the bedroom. Cornelius called out the words that activated the spell for putting out the fire, and for lighting the lamps in the bedroom. Being a half-human wood sprite who studied magic had its benefits.

Mercy. You couldn't manage that before.

I worked hard to get all these fine new muscles, Robbie said smugly. Couldn't come home all soft and useless, could I? Once in the bedroom, he set Cornelius on his feet and kissed him, cupping his head and feasting on his mouth like it was a second dessert.

Cornelius keened and clung tightly, still unable to believe that Robbie was home, had willingly come home, had kept his promise. He pushed, breaking the kiss but sending Robbie toppling onto the bed, and made short work of his own clothes. Robbie's eyes widened, trousers tenting obscenely. Cornelius…

You've got a lot of time to make up for, Cornelius replied, and knelt to remove Robbie's socks and tug at the ties of his trousers. He pulled them down, intending to pull them off, but was distracted completely by the bared cock, hard and red and wet-tipped. He swallowed, tried to tamp down on the resurgence of nerves.

They'd only been together once like this, before Robbie had left, and they hadn't really done much that time, both too eager and unsure. But Cornelius had done a great deal of reading in the past three years, and he was determined.

Robbie chuckled softly, and carded a hand through his hair. I can't tell if you're scared or delighted. But if it's the first, get up here so I can do some of the things I've been thinking about.

I'm right where I want to be, Cornelius replied, and with a deep breath braced his hands on Robbie's thighs and slowly swallowed his cock. He couldn't go far, and Robbie stretched his mouth nearly to the point of pain, but the way Robbie moaned his name, the way the fingers in his hair tightened briefly, almost pulling, made it all worthwhile.

Cornelius pushed up on his knees a little more, took him a little deeper, sucked a little harder, using his right hand to stroke and tease what his mouth couldn't cover.

He probably wasn't very good at it, but Robbie seemed pleased, to judge by the moans and cries, the way he thrust into Cornelius's mouth when he forgot himself. Cornelius flushed, pleased and excited that he must be doing something right. He really wanted to see if he could get Robbie to come, as last time they'd wound up just thrusting messily against each other.

Then Robbie abruptly pulled out, pulled away, and Cornelius rose, backing away in mortification, face still hot but no longer from excitement. Sorry. What did I do wrong—

Robbie surged up, dragged him, and kissed him so thoroughly that Cornelius swore his lips were left tingling. Wrong? He