CHAPTER SIXTEEN #2
“Are you sure?” Kentario asked. “If we do this, there’s no going back. I’m not exactly sure what the penalty is for defiling a prince, but it can’t be good.”
“Then they should have damn well let me meet my soulmate long before now,” Ryu said.
Kentario mouthed his neck again. “If this is the result, then I’m kind of glad they didn’t.
” But he didn’t bite down, not yet. Instead, he trailed a line of kisses down over Ryu’s collar bone, across his nipple, then further down his chest. He didn’t stop until he reached Ryu’s hip.
Then he looked up, his body a weighty shadow in the dark.
“I’ve never done this before,” Kentario admitted. “So tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
It was all Ryu could do to squeak out a faint acknowledgement, then he felt a warm wetness engulf the tip of his erection.
“Oh, Goddess…” He rolled his hips upwards, legs scrambling for purchase on the sheets.
Kentario cupped one hip in a large hand, steadying him as he took more into his mouth.
Ryu felt suction, then a faint vibration as Kentario moaned.
Goddess, how many nights had he imagined this very thing?
Gentle fingers stole around to his entrance, then Kentario paused once again.
“Um… Is this… Is it okay? Or do you want me to…?”
“I want you inside me,” Ryu admitted, feeling himself blush at the idea of it.
Perhaps he should have put up more of a protest, tried to behave more like an alpha.
But the idea of lying beneath Kentario’s weight, of having his body thrust against him, was a sinful temptation.
He felt himself harden further, his groin tingling in expectation.
But then another thought intruded, unwelcome, but unfortunately necessary. “Lube,” he blurted out, pulling away a fraction as one thick finger teased his opening. “We need lube.”
Kentario swore, sitting up abruptly. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s what Oris meant when he said we could ask if we needed anything.”
“Maybe he keeps some in the bathroom?” Ryu suggested, glancing hopefully at the open ensuite door. Maybe that was just desperation talking. “Or maybe there’s something else in there we can use?”
“Yeah… hang on…” Kentario slid off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. The light came on, and Ryu heard him rummaging around in the cupboard.
“You jammy bastard,” Kentario muttered, a moment later. The light flicked off, and he strode back out the doorway, something in his hand that showed up as a pale flicker in the dim light. “He actually keeps lube in the spare bathroom.”
“We’re going to have to give him a pay rise, or something,” Ryu said, stomping down firmly on the knowledge that he could only do so if he still had a kingdom come morning. But there were far more pressing issues to deal with right now.
Kentario slid back into bed, and Ryu waited while he fiddled with the cap on the tube. A moment later, something cool and wet touched his entrance, and he flinched.
“Sorry,” Kentario apologised, but Ryu was having none of it.
“It’s fine. Keep going. It’s just cold…”
“You really want to do it this way? ‘Cos we can switch, if you…?”
“I want this. I want… Aaah!” Goddess, that felt good, a thick, slick intrusion that was entirely welcome. He spread his legs wider, one hand gripping the sheets to keep himself grounded. He felt like he was about to blow apart into a million pieces.
“Harder,” he encouraged after a few minutes, one finger becoming two, Kentario stretching him gently but insistently.
Then the fingers were removed and Kentario knelt up between his legs, the blankets tumbling to the floor.
Something far bigger than a finger pressed against him, and Ryu drew back instinctively.
It was the first time for both of them, and fantasies aside, he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.
But Kentario was the epitome of patience, though his rapid breathing confirmed how eager he was to continue. He pressed in slowly, Ryu concentrating on every single inch of his skin where it was touching Kentario’s.
“Goddess, you’re tight…” Kentario’s voice sounded strangled, his breathing quick and uneven.
Ryu gasped out a moan, tilting his hips up to take Kentario deeper. He dug his fingernails into his shoulders, unable to help a small cry of pain as that huge cock stretched him wide.
Kentario stopped in an instant. “Sorry,” he muttered. “You want to stop?”
“No! Keep going!” Ryu insisted. “I love you. I want to feel you all through me.”
Kentario leaned down to kiss him, their chests hot and sweat-slicked against each other.
He rocked his hips forward again, more gently this time, and Ryu swore, heels pressing against the mattress to push himself harder against Kentario’s body.
His hand stole down between them to stroke his own cock, and after only two or three strokes, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“I’m going to come,” he murmured, eyes squeezed tight shut.
“Ah! Goddess, yes…” came the urgent reply.
Then suddenly, Kentario’s face was looming above him.
“Bite me,” he ordered, baring his neck. The scent of him was the most erotic thing Ryu had ever smelled, like cedar and spice, and he mewled helplessly.
To be offered such a thing from a man as powerful as Kentario…
Cautiously, eagerly, with his heart hammering in his chest, he leaned up, fixing his mouth to that small gland.
Then his teeth bit down hard, and he heard Kentario’s moan fill the darkness.
Scent flooded his senses, all through his mouth and nose, like ambrosia from the heart of the temple.
Kentario moaned again, his body shaking, then he muttered a curse, his hips thrusting forward, and Ryu felt a surge of pride and satisfaction as he realised he’d made Kentario come, just from a simple bite.
“Goddess above…”
Suddenly there was a heavy weight pressing him down, as Kentario buried his face in Ryu’s neck.
He felt a sudden, sharp pain at the base of his throat, and then a burst of ecstasy as the sensation shot straight to his groin.
Wetness spurted between them, Ryu’s senses shorting out as his climax burst through him in waves.
He wrapped his arms around the massive shoulders holding him down, riding the waves of pleasure until the very last trickle made its way out of his body.
His legs collapsed to the bed, his breath coming hard and fast, while he could feel the hot puffs of Kentario’s breathing against his skin.
He waited, half expecting a wave of guilt or regret to assail him.
This, more than anything else, was something that crown princes were not supposed to do, not until they’d met their soulmate, and even then, generally not until his partner had walked down the aisle in the temple and they’d pledged themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.
But instead, he felt only peace. Sorrow niggled at the back of his mind, but he ignored it.
After a long moment, Kentario pulled out, staggering – yes, staggering – over to the bathroom to fetch some toilet paper to clean them both up, and Ryu felt another self-satisfied burst of pride that he’d managed to put Kentario Amagarda in that state.
Some hasty fumbling around followed, as Kentario tossed the tissue in the bin and dragged the blankets back onto the bed.
As he climbed back into bed, Ryu snuggled up close against his shoulder, smiling as a warm, firm arm snaked around his back, pulling him tightly against his bodyguard.
Regardless of what was going on out in the city, he felt entirely safe here, warm, protected, and more right than he’d ever felt before in his life.
He closed his eyes and knew nothing more until morning.