Twenty-Seven #2
“I may not do much intimate entertaining here,” he said, opening a chest against the foot of his bed. “But I do store a couple of fun things I’ve collected over the years. I’ve been waiting for the right person for this one…”
He drew a wrapped package forth, unbuckling the fabric around it as he sat, clearly delicate for the sake of his hard cock and wet hole.
It took Cin a moment to understand the contraption he pulled free.
Part of it was in the form of a cock—a fine one at that—but then the piece curved around, cupping downward from where the member would normally sit, only to rise back up in a small, bulbous— oh .
Heat flashed through Cin and his asshole tightened around the wetness still coated there as he realized: were the cock to be held between his legs, the end would have to be pressed up into him.
Cin should not have loved the thought of that so, having so little experience with how it might feel, but then everything in him was screaming that he did know, that he needed to know.
“You don’t have to,” Lorenz said, “if you aren’t—”
Cin cut him off. “If you put that inside me, I swear I am going to fuck you so hard that you’ll trade your kingdom to come.”
The little flash of powerless desperation that slid across Lorenz’s face was worth that entire kingdom and more. Lorenz dragged a bit more of Cin’s wetness over the bulb of the piece before lowering it between Cin’s legs.
Anxiety flared through Cin as the bulb pressed against his opening, clearly bigger that Lorenz’s fingers had been. He held his breath, trying to focus on his earlier want, on the thought of it already inside him, pressing against him, making him wide and full and—
Cin breathed out, and so gently he barely realized it, Lorenz forced him open.
His lashes fluttered as the sensation caught up to him—not pain, but something that sat between it and pleasure, sharp and rough but blissful too.
A moan slipped out of him, his inhales shaky as the bulb settled into place.
Lorenz pressed a little farther, and Cin could feel the piece’s curved length fitting beneath his folds, the nub at the end of its imitation of a cock sliding up to rub against Cin’s sweet spot.
It felt good, in an intrusive, delirious way, and it felt, too, of magic.
When Lorenz let go, it clung to Cin like magic too, the little nub against his clit humming subtly.
He closed his eyes and let the feeling tingle through him, as though his body were a different shape, stretched and pressed until his senses were all a beautiful mess.
“Look at yourself,” Lorenz whispered.
Cin almost didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be disappointed. But the way Lorenz cupped the side of his face, their thighs brushing, breathes intermingling, made it worth the risk.
When he opened his eyes, be found the carved piece between his legs, long and hard and lovely.
A thought flashed through his mind: he could have had this—the real thing, anyway.
When he’d gone to the woods, met with the monster there, he could have asked for more than his chest to be reborn.
But as he shifted up, helping Lorenz spread his legs, angling his hips until his wet, tight hole was there for the taking, Cin decided he’d made the right choice.
What he wanted, what he craved, wasn’t a cock between his legs—it was the ability to make his prince weak for him and see him writhe and beg as he was fucked, and now he had that.
Cin had everything he wanted.
From the physical, at least. With Lorenz on his back, Cin could see the outline of the cage around his heart where his shirt fabric draped across it.
The fire danced shadows over it, and Cin reached up.
He could feel the way his ornamental cock bumped Lorenz’s flesh one as he unlaced Lorenz’s undershirt further, then further still, until it hung beneath the metal. Lorenz shivered. His gaze met Cin’s.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “Please.”
Cin hovered over him, his skin inches away from his prince’s, and he felt like one half of a pair of magnets, his body wanting nothing more than to collide with Lorenz’s. Still, he whispered back, slow and silky, “Are you asking me ?”
“Yes, my dove,” Lorenz pleaded. “My Royal Highness, my l—” His body seemed to swallow the last word for him, misery crossing his face, and Cin took pity on him.
Using one hand to help—he didn’t want to get this wrong—he found Lorenz’s hole with the tip of the ornamental cock, and pushed.
That first pressure was almost too much against his clit, a taunting vibration spilling through the front of the magical fuck-piece and down along his tender, swollen skin.
But then the shudder ended up in his ass, and Cin could not help but buck into Lorenz.
They both moaned together, sloppy and tense.
“Please,” Lorenz said, his voice hoarse with want.
Cin’s smugness tried to work its way onto his face, but he wasn’t sure whether it would make it between his moans and gasps as he pulled back and pushed in again, feeling the same wave of pleasure rush through his lower regions.
The final thrum of it spurred him faster, harder.
Lorenz released a sound like a sob, his head tipping back.
Cin tried a slightly different angle, and this time Lorenz’s response was a gasp and a tremble.
He couldn’t tell if that was right or not. “Where is the best—”
“I don’t want the best.” Lorenz breathed, grabbing Cin by the wrist and holding on, holding tight through Cin’s next thrust, and the one after, as he kept talking.
“I want your worst. I want you to keep—just keep—until I come apart.” He seemed to be doing just that, his fingers curling and his neck arching.
“Don’t let me walk back into that ballroom,” he pleaded. “Make me yours.”
So Cin did. He focused only on the ragged speed of his thrusts, bucking into Lorenz like he was trying to widen the space between his love’s legs permanently.
Lorenz screamed and writhed, but between his pointed sobs were mumbled sounds of yes and please and oh God , until he was tense and shaking, and Cin was shaking with him.
Each pressure into Lorenz sent a fresh rush through Cin, growing until not even the moments he took to draw back would let his body rest. As they began to overlap, his wetness contracted in bursts of ecstasy, turning his motions even more erratic and forceful.
He pushed through them, biting his lower lip while a white hot burn of need grew steadily between his legs.
Lorenz seized so suddenly it caught Cin off guard, this scream different from his others as his body went stiff and his cock emptied in a splatter of white.
The sudden tightening pressed Cin’s magical fuck-piece against him harder, its vibration writhing through him.
A shock of bliss followed it, starting from his sweet spot and rolling through his pelvis, settling deep in his ass as every muscle between pulsed in pleasure.
He seemed suspended there for so long that he thought he’d break apart, his consciousness sliding into a heavenly state.
Then, suddenly, the rush subsided.
Cin pulled back with a gasp, slumping against Lorenz’s hips, barely holding himself up with one hand. His worn nether regions twitched and thrummed as he slowly pulled Lorenz’s magical fuck-piece out of himself. He set it to the side, and leaned against Lorenz.
They were both still breathing hard, and Lorenz was staring at him, so many emotions tight across his face that Cin could somehow see them all, yet distinguish none. So gently that it felt more like a breeze than a touch, Lorenz ran his thumb across Cin’s cheek.
“My dove,” he whispered.
Cin stared back. Something wet and terrible slid across his vision, and he didn’t know why. He tried to smile through it, and it just pushed free a single tear. “Yes, Ren?”
“Thank you,” he said, softly, smiling back at Cin through shining eyes. “For more than the pleasure, I mean. Thank you for seeing me, for listening, for staying with me regardless of whether I can keep you, whether I can love—” He drew in a sob, looking away.
Cin cupped the side of his face and a single tear to match Cin’s own spilled out. Before Cin could comfort him though, Lorenz kept speaking.
“You are so very perfect. How— How are you everything I could ever want and I still can’t—” He cut himself off in a hiss, and his fingers flew to the metal exposed in his chest.
Magic sparked through the air.
Hope seemed to collide with Cin’s heart like the impact of a hammer, taking the breath out of him. He watched, more desperate than he had been in all the needy, lustful minutes before. In his head, he begged—the magic, God, Lorenz— please, let it work, let this have been enough.
Lorenz pulled at the bonds jutting from his skin, heaving with each breath. Tears streamed down his face. But the metal didn’t budge. With each frantic failure, the ragged edges of it cut into Lorenz’s fingers, leaving bloody smears across his hands.
Cin’s heart caught. He rushed to stop Lorenz’s tugging, shushing gently. Between Lorenz’s sobs, the spark of magic still hung in the air though. Waiting. Anticipating.
“Please ,” Cin whispered, and wrapped his own fingers through the bonds.
The metal pinched his skin as he pulled. He felt something move and, bracing himself, he tugged harder.
Lorenz cried out in pain and he grabbed at Cin’s wrists. “Stop!”
Blood trickled from around the sides of the bonds.
Cin sniffled, then sobbed. He let Lorenz scoop up his fingers, squeezing tightly as they both cried, forehead to forehead until it seemed that all the love in the world had to be soaked in salt.