Chapter Twenty-Eight
Boraleashe
A Gift to My King
Boraleashe slumped against the glass, the surface cooling his skin, while he gasped to catch his breath. He was still shuddering from his orgasm, from his cock being inside Theodor’s hot mouth, from having his hands buried in those silky, chestnut waves. He stood there stunned, amazed… in love.
Theodor leaned into him, his dick still swollen and leaking on Boraleashe’s belly.
He took his king in his palm, smearing the ample lubrication from his slit down his hard shaft.
With the roof open to the night air, Boraleashe couldn’t resist pulling on his wind and making it glide across Theodor’s exposed chest, the chill caressing his nipples until they were hard peaks.
“Boraleashe.” Theodor clutched him, throwing his head back and allowing his element to snake up his long throat with specific intent. “Mmmm.”
“Let me take care of you,” Boraleashe whispered, stroking him faster and twisting his fist with each pass over his sensitive head.
With extreme regret, Theodor gripped Boraleashe’s forearms, shaking his head. “Not right now.”
Boraleashe shot a gust of freezing wind racing past Theodor and letting it ripple throughout his hair. He didn’t allow Theodor a chance to react, sending the two thick braids on the side of his head to wrap around Theodor’s wrists and yank them backward.
“What in the fucking gods, Boraleashe?” Theodor panted, unable to free himself.
“Nor will I be denied what is mine.” Boraleashe squeezed his braids tighter, his freezing wind weaving through his hair and up Theodor’s arm.
“That’s a pretty sexy trick you have there,” Theodor whispered, staring at his arms where Boraleashe held him. “I’d love to see it used in our bedchambers.”
“I’ve had a long time to practice.” Boraleashe cupped Theodor’s balls, rolling them in his palm while he continued stroking his sex with his other hand.
“Fuck,” Theodor groaned while he watched Boraleashe jerk his leaking cock. “You’re making this very difficult.”
“I thought we were done resisting.”
“Mmmm.” Theodor widened his stance despite his objections, and Boraleashe seized the opportunity.
He pushed air through another thick swath of his hair and slid it underneath Theodor’s sac.
“Your hair is so goddamn soft.”
“I’m glad it pleases you, my lord.” He licked the side of Theodor’s coarse jaw, his fiery taste bursting on his tongue.
“Boraleashe. The next time I spill my seed… I want it to be deep inside of my husband,” Theodor breathed, “with my heart pressed against yours, our bonded winds hovering in the atmosphere above us.”
Boraleashe stopped his persistence and released Theodor’s wrists, his palm stilled at the base of his cock.
“Yeah, you want that too, don’t you?” Theodor groaned against Boraleashe’s throat as if his orgasm had been seconds away from making him soar before he was yanked off the ledge.
Theodor wove his warm fingers up the back of Boraleashe’s neck, soothing his impatient wind. Boraleashe opened to Theodor’s kiss, his tongue belonging against his. He leaned on his king and slanted his head, his body pliant and in full submission.
They were still wrapped in each other’s arms, mouths making slow love, when an explosion almost knocked them to the ground.