Chapter Seventeen #4
William panted. He didn’t argue. Looking Iver straight in the eye, he jerked his cock. “Oh, fuuuuck…”
His hand was a blur.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
Iver’s insides tightened as pleasure soared. His cock jolted on his abdomen, precum seeping from his slit. William’s every touch took him higher, his passion condensing to a white, hot ball of burning desire in his core.
William was gorgeous like this, his muscled body as taut as a bow, ready to snap and unleash what was collecting in his swollen balls. He groaned and hissed and lowered his pelvis onto Iver’s, rubbing his cock on his, holding them together in one hand.
Their gazes locked. William’s mind lay like an open book before him, every emotion and intention clear to see. Iver knew everything William did a split second before he moved.
They were finally, irrevocably, one.
William ground against him, chasing his climax. The friction on Iver’s cock was divine. William’s dick glided wet and hot across his frenulum, and an ecstatic jolt propelled them over the edge.
Iver’s first contraction was an earthquake. He could’ve sworn the castle walls shook with the force of his inner muscles clenching. His entire being came apart.
“Iver!” William’s eyes were wide with shock. He was feeling it too, the riotous power tearing into them. “Fuck!”
They erupted in unison. Their cocks shot volleys of cum, the white liquid splattering Iver’s front in long streaks.
Nothing separated them. They were one being inhabiting two bodies.
Two bodies that convulsed in orgasm, clinging to each other as divine spasms shot through their cocks, drawing hot cum from them.
Impassioned moans filled the room along with the violent slap of flesh hitting flesh in the throes of ecstasy.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” they cried out, unraveling in an explosion of sexual energy.
Another world-shattering contraction ripped into them, leaving them panting and moaning as they continued to unload in bursts.
When they had nothing left to give, they continued coming dry.
Every time Iver thought his climax was ebbing off, a muscle deep inside William would give the smallest twitch, sending them into a new round of deep, orgasmic waves.
They were a pulsating bundle of limbs and lust, climaxing together until even their supernaturally powerful muscles gave in to exhaustion and could clench no more.
Gasping for air, William slid off him, sweat plastering a strand of hair to his forehead. “Fuck,” he muttered. “We came so damn hard.” He still hadn’t caught his breath.
Their hearts hammered. Iver sank a hand into William’s curls and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Are you all right?” William asked, his voice a little weak.
“Fine.” Iver’s lips curved. “I haven’t been better in a long time.”
“I’m glad.” William’s eyes raked over Iver’s cum-drenched torso. “We’ve made such a mess.”
He glided down Iver’s body, bringing his mouth level with his cock. A violent shiver rattled Iver when William flattened his tongue and licked across him, collecting the cum that had landed on his cock. William’s cum. Iver groaned.
He watched through lowered lashes as William slid north, his eager tongue cleaning first his lower abdomen, then the ridges and valleys of his stomach.
He couldn’t help the muscles moving under William’s lips.
William was so damn keen, dutifully swiping up every speck of cum.
He licked at Iver’s sternum, at the curves of his pectorals, before taking a cum-drenched nipple into his mouth, sucking it clean.
He swallowed, and the suction on Iver’s nipple shot straight into his groin.
Between his legs, his spent cock gave an interested twitch.
William stayed on his chest, licking and biting.
His pretense that he was simply cleaning Iver lost all verisimilitude.
He took Iver’s other nipple between his lips, drawing a keen from him.
The tender patch of skin pebbled, and as Iver’s nipple cinched, a deep, aching need bloomed in his loins.
His hips rocked on their own accord, matching their rhythm to the lazy play of William’s tongue circling his erect nipple. Something inside him stirred.
William’s lust was rising alongside his, their desire invariably linked.
But as arousal crested, William’s kisses turned from ardent to reverent.
He sought the place above Iver’s heart and pressed his open mouth there, Iver’s heartbeat reverberating through both of them.
William was kissing the place where the iron had lodged itself in Iver’s heart, where it had almost killed him.
A prickling went through Iver, the memory of the pain blending with the pleasure of the present.
He held William’s head to his chest, hands running through that thick, black hair.
In his darkest hour, William had been there for him.
He’d sent Charlotte after Silenia. He would’ve ripped the healer’s head off, had she not saved him.
And when Iver, stubbornness losing to pain, had lowered his defenses and opened their connection, William had vanquished his agony, replacing it with the euphoric bliss of a flourishing bond.
Urgency grew in a dark, intensely private place.
“We should stop,” William said, his erection pressing into Iver’s thigh.
Iver’s insides throbbed with need.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” William said, looking up. He placed his hand on Iver’s heart, then slid it to his stomach, where the majority of the iron had aggregated. “You’ve just healed.”
The heat in his cheeks and the small, damp spot where his swollen glans pushed against Iver’s legs betrayed how hard he was fighting to control himself. Iver knew what William wanted. What they both wanted: for William to brutally shove inside him and consummate their marriage.
Every part of them was screaming for them to unite.
The bond didn’t care how fiercely they’d just come.
Iver was painfully hard, and his hole… He needed to be filled like never before.
He’d enjoyed it in the distant past; he’d enjoyed it with William, but now it was paramount.
He had to be taken. It was eating him up, burning away his reasoning.
“I need you,” Iver said, legs wrapping around William. “I need you inside me.”
He felt the words impact on William, the stiffening of muscles in surprise that Iver would give voice to this most primal urge, the desire of a man to be penetrated and consumed.
Iver’s hole clenched around nothing. “I…”
He was going to beg for it. If William wouldn’t do it because of concerns for his health, he was going to get on his knees and beg for it.
William’s resistance melted, and relief sagged Iver’s shoulders. “You should ride me. That way you can control how deep I go, how fast we… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Stretch me,” Iver said, pressing the faerie oil into his hand.
William nodded once, and, his eyes never leaving Iver’s, he slid down on him. Iver’s legs parted, giving William access.
The familiar floral scent filled the air as William applied fresh faerie oil. When his slick fingertip came down on Iver’s exposed rim, they both sucked in air at the tingling heat. Iver’s legs widened further.
William rubbed him, coaxing him open until that little muscle slackened and he pushed past its resistance, sliding into Iver. Iver moaned as William entered him, a wave of prickling warmth rolling through him.
“Yes!” Nothing had been inside him for so long. William washed his loneliness away. He was dilating him, readying him for penetration. Open and trusting, Iver unfurled, body and soul embracing William. “I want you so badly.”
Deep inside him, untouched, his prostate pulsed, yearning for attention. The bond must’ve transmitted it because one moment, he was aching with need, and the next, William’s fingertip settled against him. Iver cried out in relief. “Right there!”
The featherlight touch sent Iver soaring. William wasn’t moving, wasn’t exerting pressure, but his presence was enough to pull an ecstatic contraction from him. His entire groin rejoiced.
Iver choked on his protest when William withdrew.
But then he came back, adding a second digit, turning the small stretch into a significant one.
Iver’s entire being was pleading with William to touch him, and William answered, settling his fingertips on Iver’s special place.
Another contraction. Iver shuddered violently, and a small sound dislodged from his throat.
His inner muscles squeezed William, holding him against that one most precious place.
“I want your cock there,” Iver muttered, drunk on lust. “I want your fat glans to press against this spot and make love to me.”
William pushed into Iver’s love knot, and pleasure smacked into him like a whip. He almost came off the bed. He threw his head from side to side, every muscle tensing as William took him to heaven. William thrust a few times, then spread his fingers, pulling Iver’s inner walls apart.
Iver shrieked. He could come like this. Thanks to the faerie oil’s magic, his balls were full and taut again, his cock throbbing and twitching.
One more touch to his prostate, and he’d explode into a mind-numbing orgasm.
William knew this and did nothing. His scissored fingers were holding Iver open, his eyes boring into him.
William was carefully preparing him, ensuring he wouldn’t hurt him, making him feel cherished and taken care of.
Iver convulsed. His hunger for release escalated.
William had stretched him like this the night of their wedding, had brought him to orgasm by the sheer strain on his prostate.
“I’m here for you,” William said. “I’m sorry we had to wait so long to do this. I’ll let you come on my cock as many times as you need to. I’ll stay so fucking hard for you.”
William withdrew his fingers, leaving Iver achingly empty.