Epilogue
One Year Later
Nuri slammed into the door, the Emperor quickly following, his front sealing against Nuri’s back as his cock found his entrance again. A laugh bubbled out of him, quickly turning into a long, drawn-out moan as Silver started thrusting.
“They’re going to hear you,” the Emperor teased, grabbing a fistful of Nuri’s hair and using it to pull his head to the side, exposing his throat.
He nipped at him and trailed his tongue up to the spot beneath his ear, all the while continuing to pound into him, the momentum causing the thin wooden door to rattle on its hinges.
“Me?” Nuri rolled his eyes and then sucked in a breath when those teeth bit at him a second time. “You’re the one throwing your weight around.”
“Would you like me to stop? I can if—”
He pulled away from that hot mouth and sent a pointed glare at the Emperor over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”
Silver grinned wolfishly. “Whatever my Royal Consort commands.”
It was a fairly new development, not even officially announced to the public, but ever since Nuri had agreed to becoming his Royal Consort three days ago, Silver hadn’t missed an opportunity to call him by that title.
Nuri grunted. “Pretty sure at the start of this I commanded you to keep it down.”
“I’m being quiet.” He moved to Nuri’s shoulders, biting him hard enough to leave indents but not break skin. When Nuri squirmed and let out another gasp, he chuckled. “You’re the one who can’t seem to.”
“Whose fault is that?” Nuri’s eyes shut as Silver angled his hips, the thick crown of his cock bumping against his prostate, sending waves of electricity piercing through his resolve.
The bathroom they were currently doing it in was tiny, small enough that when they’d arrived and he’d seen it, Silver had suggested they relocate his siblings to a larger apartment. He’d even offered to buy them a house outright, but all three of the Nareks had refused.
Neve had recently moved in with her boyfriend, but she’d come back for the weekend to spend time with Nuri during his visit, and now that he had the Emperor balls deep inside of him, he was reconsidering his earlier stance.
They may all be adults, but that didn’t make the thought of his siblings hearing their brother take it up the ass any less mortifying.
Silver clicked his tongue and reached around him to play with his right nipple. “You’re the one who came onto me, pet. I was going to behave, shower, and go have breakfast like a proper guest.”
Then Nuri had snuck into the bathroom, stripped down, and kissed him before he’d even made it under the spray.
Typically, they stayed at a fancy hotel with loads of security when they visited the planet, but the two of them had wanted to keep things relaxed this time and had even surprised Neve and Nate.
Because of that, their only option was a blowup mattress on the floor of the living room.
Nate had offered to give up his room instead, not wanting to force an emperor into that kind of sleeping situation, but Silver had rejected it.
At the time, Nuri had thought it was sweet that he recognized that them randomly showing up on his siblings’ doorstep, while a surprise, was still in a way putting them out.
But as soon as they’d gone to bed and he’d realized being out in the middle of the communal space of the apartment meant they had to keep their hands to themselves…
“You’re incorrigible,” Silver said, pressing a kiss over the spot he’d bitten on his shoulder. “I love that about you.”
“Yeah?” Nuri lifted a brow. “What else do you love?”
“The tight way you clench around me and beg me for my cock?”
He snorted. “One of us is severely lacking in the romance department.”
“I bought us tickets to the Mab islands and got you a diamond necklace for our anniversary,” Silver reminded. “What did you do?”
“I finished my work early so we could get home sooner.” He smirked. “And I let you give me a different kind of necklace later on that night, if I remember correctly.”
“You do,” he nuzzled the back of Nuri’s neck fondly, the movements of his hips slowing somewhat, “and so do I. It was so sexy. You were so sexy.”
“Harder,” Nuri demanded, reaching back to grip Silver’s ass and force him forward.
They both moaned.
Silver grabbed Nuri’s wrists and pinned them to the flimsy bathroom door. “Hold on.”
He rammed into him, practically crushing him between himself and the door as he quickened his thrusts, their conversation over as they were both lost to sensation.
Silver tightened his hold on Nuri’s wrists, dropping his forehead to the back of his skull so that his hot breath as he groaned tickled the short hairs there.
Nuri shivered and cried out from both the friction of his hard dick caught between his stomach and the door and the stretch and burn of being filled. His toes curled and he opened his mouth to say something, anything really, but lost all ability to talk when the orgasm hit him.
He didn’t even care about how loud he was as he came, leaning into Silver when the Emperor peeled him off the door and wrapped his arms tightly around him as he chased his own release.
Silver pounded into him a few more times, holding him steady and upright even when Nuri went limp in his arms. A guttural sound escaped from him a moment later, and he bit down on Nuri’s shoulder again, the gasp that caused Nuri to make only seeming to heighten his pleasure as he emptied into him.
“What are the odds they didn’t hear any of that?” Nuri asked as soon as the two of them had come down enough for him to recall how speech worked.
Silver was busy licking the curve of his neck and peppering the spot between it and his shoulder with butterfly kisses. He always got like this after, clingy, as if a part of him feared Nuri was just using him for sex and would up and vanish the second they were finished.
The irony of that wasn’t lost on him. Nuri had worried that was all Silver had wanted from him in the beginning too, after all.
He understood sometimes those doubts could creep up without any prompting, and so whenever the Emperor got like this, he typically ate it up and just let him do as he pleased.
But today was different.
“We’ve already been in here too long,” he said, tapping Silver’s arms to indicate he needed to release him. “Sir.”
He made a sound of protest. “That’s not what you call me.”
Nuri huffed. “Sir.”
“Nope.” He ground against Nuri’s ass, his cock already starting to grow semi-hard again. “We aren’t at the office, pet. I’m not the CEO or the emperor when we’re together like this. I’m just—”
“Silver,” Nuri gave in, smiling even though he knew the other guy couldn’t see from where he still stood behind him.
The Emperor hugged him closer, pleased.
“Silver?” he made his voice saccharine sweet, and then once he was sure he had his full attention, stated more firmly, “Let go.”
He let out a whine but finally released him, stepping away to collect their clothing from where they’d tossed it over the edge of the tub and the sink counter.
Without having to say it, they both understood they no longer had time for a shower and were super late to breakfast as it was, so he helped Nuri dress and then threw his own clothing back on.
When he reached for him, Nuri slapped his hand away and held up a finger. “Behave.”
“How did I never realize what a tease you are?” Silver asked, winking when that earned him a glare.
Nuri opened the door and stepped out into the hall, pulling at the ends of the plain white dress shirt he was wearing in an attempt to smooth out the wrinkles they’d just created.
As he headed down the short hallway, he started concocting all sorts of lame excuses he could give to his siblings, but when he turned the corner, he paused with a frown.
The kitchen was empty.
“Didn’t we agree to eat together?” Silver asked when he arrived, scanning the room for any signs of them, as if there was even a remote possibility they could have hidden in the tight space.
“There’s a note.” Nuri went to the kitchen table and pressed the button on the communication strip that had been left there.
The device lit up a light blue color and then a second later the sound of his siblings' prerecorded voices came directly from it, filling the room.
“Gross,” Nate said. “You’re so loud, I bet you guys can’t even hear us leaving this message.”
“But we can certainly hear you,” Neve’s voice came next, mumbling the words but doing nothing to contain her mocking disgust.
“Since you guys are clearly already eating—”
“Ew! I can’t believe you just said that!”
“—We’re going to go on ahead without you. And try to keep it in your pants when lunchtime comes around. This isn’t very royal of either of you.”
“Technically,” Neve corrected, “they’re both Imperials.”
“What? But his title is literally Royal Consort.”
Neve sighed in exasperation. “I swear. How did you even graduate?”
“No, but seriously,” Nate’s rising voice told them Neve was most likely walking away, “explain how that works! Hey!” He grumbled something unintelligible and then his last sentence was meant for them again. “Anyway, when you’re done meet us at The Pier!”
The message ended and the device shut down.
Sort of like Nuri’s soul.
He groaned and dropped his head into his hands, mortified.
“Come on,” Silver said, “it’s not that bad.”
“We drove my siblings out of their house because we were fucking too loud. What part of that isn’t that bad?”
Silver spun him around and lifted him onto the table, settling himself between Nuri’s thighs. “The part where now we’re alone.”
Nuri blinked at him. “We are not having sex on my siblings’ kitchen table.”
He cocked his head. “Want to play for it?”
Even though he was mostly joking, Nuri paused and thought it over before he found himself glancing at the orb that had silently been following them from the bathroom.
He locked his gaze on Silver and licked his lips suggestively.
“N.I.M.,” he smiled when Silver grinned, “roll the dice, please.”
Before either of them could bother to check, Silver’s mouth captured his, and in a flurry of greedy hands and fervent kisses, they started up a different sort of game.
One where they’d both come out the winner.