Twenty-Seven
C in’s heart beat faster as Lorenz pulled him closer and pressed him down.
One of his hands fisted into Cin’s hair and he searched out Cin’s face and neck with his lips, nibbling and sucking and tugging at Cin’s skin as he fit Cin against the blankets.
It was so much, so sudden, that every little sensation welled to bursting inside Cin, pressing back against his skin as though Cin’s soul was shifting to meet with Lorenz’s mouth.
He searched the ceiling without really seeing it, tearing into his lower lip with his teeth.
Slowly he worked up the confidence to lift his hands. He placed one on Lorenz’s hip.
The little moan that Lorenz made had to be dramatized, but it gave Cin the confidence to slide his other hand into place, drawing them both up and under the back of Lorenz’s shirt.
His skin felt so perfectly smooth, muscles strong and tight beneath.
With each touch, everything seemed even more right.
Then, Lorenz found Cin’s freshly transformed nipple.
It wasn’t the same sensation that he’d had before the magic shifted his chest, but it was better somehow—righter.
He sunk into the feeling without the shimmy of discomfort beneath his skin that had always accompanied anyone—himself included—touching those tender places in the past. As Lorenz’s teeth sunk into him, sudden and sharp, Cin arched back, and over the top of his trousers, two fingers found the sweet spot between his legs so fast he thought they were his own for a second, before they began to move.
He moaned, and he wanted it suddenly to be his fingers, but his fingers inside Lorenz, to know how to do this to the person he loved.
A wave of heat rushed him at the thought.
“That’s it,” Lorenz cooed, teasing at Cin’s sweet spot. “Tell me you want me.”
The thought dragged a flush through Cin’s whole body, but he said it anyway, aching against Lorenz’s touch. “I want you.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“I need you.” Cin felt like he was begging, but he couldn’t put into words how true that was, now and forever, his fingers and his affection and his support.
Lorenz lifted himself up just enough that Cin could see the smirk on his lips. “Then touch me, my dove.”
Cin groaned. Still, his hands didn’t seem to know how to reach for Lorenz. He tugged awkwardly at his prince’s trousers. “Can I…”
“I will say no to nothing, remember.”
Cin did remember, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Between that and the ache spreading beneath Cin’s skin, the yearning for touch or to make touch, to make love , he pushed himself forward.
He had the prince’s trousers off in no time, his own somehow coming with them, and then Cin had his own mouth on Lorenz’s body, kissing his way down Lorenz’s stomach as he fiddled with his lower undergarments.
Lorenz stumbled the rest of the way onto his back and Cin pulled those free. His prince laughed, his elbows propping him up, his bent legs wide, and his cock so stiff it made Cin feel jealous. He looked awkward and disheveled and beautiful.
And Cin wanted him.
The lopsided grin on Lorenz’s face grew as he said, “You’re the first person to see this much of me in…” he shrugged. “Well, since before we lost Alwin, surely.”
The knowledge landed hot between Cin’s legs and that warmth seemed to travel quickly to his heart.
What they had was still special, even with the cage around Lorenz’s heart.
Lorenz had made that clear time and time again.
He reached for Cin, but Cin put two fingers to his chest. “I’m not done looking. ”
Lorenz settled back into place, his head tipped to one side. “You find me to your liking then, I take it?”
“Of course I do.” Cin snorted, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his lips as he slowly lowered his mouth to the inside of Lorenz’s knee. “Now hold still.”
“As you wish.”
Cin kissed his prince’s skin again, moving up his inner thigh.
With each press of his mouth, Lorenz’s smugness melted into pleasure, his body relaxing into Cin’s touch.
Somehow, Cin had not expected that—not expected, either, how sweet it would feel.
This was different than their previous times together, no less desperate, necessarily, but that want was made softer by their unspoken desire to stretch things out, to pleasure each other as deeply and fully as possible before this night and its beauties were taken away.
If he could, Cin was going to remember every inch of Lorenz’s body, draw forth every song of bliss his prince’s lips could produce, brand his fingerprints across so much of his lover’s skin that no touch could ever replace his.
And so he did, one tender kiss at a time, lips moving to tongue and then to teeth as Lorenz moaned, until finally Cin was between Lorenz’s legs, teasing his hard cock with the softest of sucking.
As he did, he plucked the feathers trapped in his hair clip to flutter them across his prince’s family jewels before exposing the head of his cock to trace them across the especially sensitive skin there.
Lorenz seemed to be fighting back little bucks of his hips as he whimpered.
He shifted his shoulders, his hands opening and closing at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull Cin’s mouth closer or push him back into the blankets and take him fully.
“Are you not going to let me have my fun too, dove?”
“If I must.” Cin smiled, and let Lorenz’s cock free. Instead of surrendering, though, he climbed over top of his prince to kiss him properly. He groaned as Lorenz gripped his ass, and wove a hand through Lorenz’s hair beneath the ring of his circlet.
“We can take that off,” Lorenz grumbled between Cin’s lips. He reached to remove the crown, but Cin shooed his hand away.
“I like it.”
“Then it stays.” Lorenz gave Cin’s still-clothed ass a squeeze that seemed to tingle its way deeper into him, tightening his hole with a greedy ache. “But these underthings must go.”
“You did promise to take me for everything I’m worth,” Cin reminded him.
Those words seemed just enough to unleash the restraints Lorenz had been putting on himself.
He pushed Cin back, settling him onto the blankets—still soft, still slow, but his want clearly bundled beneath as he drew Cin’s undergarments off him, gazing at Cin’s bare form with unbridled lust, and something more—not love, perhaps, but pride, and joy, and awe.
With no fabric to cover him, Cin could feel his wetness leaking through the barrier of his curls. Lorenz took full advantage of it, slipping his fingers in and dragging them up. When he hit Cin’s sweet spot, Cin’s hips jerked against him.
Lorenz looked devilish, his eyes alight and his hair shifting in that magical breeze that seemed always upon him. “Now, now, not yet . I did say I’d have all of you.”
This time when he cupped through Cin’s wetness, he pulled his fingers back entirely. Cin couldn’t see what he was doing, and for a split second his confusion overwhelmed his desire, until suddenly Lorenz’s fingers brushed over the delicate, tightened skin of Cin’s asshole.
Even though he’d only touched Cin from the outside, that single swipe brought a flash of want with it, and a desire that Cin couldn’t explain—a sensation of emptiness and the need to be filled, to have Lorenz spread him apart then and there and push into him just to see what would happen, what it would feel like.
Before Cin could fully make sense of the desire, Lorenz’s fingers returned with more of his silky wetness, massaging the slick substance against Cin’s opening.
Cin arched back, wanting almost to moan, but his breath caught in his lungs instead.
“You like that, my dove?” Lorenz teased.
Cin felt his blush as though it had struck between his legs as well as across his face, hot and tingling.
When Lorenz pushed his thighs a little farther apart, he had to stop himself from whimpering.
Lorenz seemed committed to cleaning him out and soaking every last drop of that slickness into his other hole, but Cin could feel himself only growing more wet with each touch, his lower regions heavy and swollen with need.
As Lorenz worked the outer ridge of his hole again, he said, “I asked, do you like this, dove…”
“Yes,” Cin moaned, and the end of the word was dragged out of him as Lorenz ran a finger in, then out, and in then out again.
Cin inhaled so sharply it felt like a sob.
The ache inside him thickened, burning deeper, like if Lorenz only pushed a little more, a little more, he’d light a spark all the way through Cin.
“Do you know how handsome you look?” Lorenz whispered as he pushed further in, enough to make Cin want for more and more again.
He arched, burning with need. He didn’t feel handsome—he felt desperate and undone, small and hungry and a little frustrated in the very best way. “Do I?”
“I can show you…” Lorenz said.
And Cin wasn’t quite sure what he could mean by that, until he scooted back, enough for Cin to see between Lorenz’s legs again.
He lifted two fingers drenched in Cin’s wetness, grinning, then brought them to his own hole.
As he pressed into himself, his princely arrogance shattered into whimpers of need.
To watch him spread himself open, Cin felt raw.
A part of him begged to reach forward, to push Lorenz’s fingers farther and make him gasp and groan and writhe, but he was still too frozen, locked in his own feelings as Lorenz repeated the motion, thrice over, until he had three fingers inside himself, Cin’s wetness dripping between the crack of his ass.
Lorenz’s cock twitched as he pulled out.
A sloppy smile on his face, he struggled to his feet, and Cin could do nothing but blink at him.