Chapter Sixteen #2
He was beautiful to look at. Cormal supposed he’d been pretty back when he was sixteen, but Cormal honestly hadn’t thought about it back then. He was the sixteen-year-old prince, and Cormal had definitely been hung up on someone else. That attempted kiss had thrown him completely.
Now, Cormal felt like he actually knew Kinan as a person, as a man. His chest was broader, his thighs thicker, and his face without any of the lingering roundness of childhood. He was fully an adult, and it showed everywhere.
Of course, that still didn’t mean Cormal should be doing this with the heir to the throne.
He wasn’t altogether certain how you counted years where almost no one else knew you existed—only Kinan had clearly lived every moment of them, and that was in his eyes and his outlook on life as well as the mysterious growth of the body no one else could touch.
He wondered how you acquired muscle definition when you couldn’t touch anything.
It had happened somehow. Was it like the shirt, and Kinan had just imagined it being there?
Had he done the world’s greatest number of sit-ups and push-ups and other bodyweight exercises?
Did an intangible body even work like that?
But it wasn’t intangible to Kinan; Cormal could see that very clearly, because the nipple that he’d touched was furled into a tight nub, his fingers now splayed over that beautiful pectoral muscle. It might not be as defined as Cormal’s, but it was perfect.
“Suck your fingers.”
Cormal hadn’t even known the words were going to come out of his mouth, but there they were, stretched taut between them until Kinan, without ever breaking eye contact, raised his hand to his mouth and sucked two of his fingers inside. Cormal nearly squirmed in his seat at the sight.
“That’s so good,” Cormal told him roughly. “You look so good like that. Now rub those fingers along your other nipple. Tell me what that feels like.”
Kinan released the fingers with a pop of sound that was incredibly loud in the quiet room, where it was just them and the fire in the hearth. But he didn’t drop his gaze, and he did exactly what Cormal told him to do, brushing those wet fingers across his nipple.
He whimpered, and Cormal reached down to press the heel of his hand to his cock. Kinan’s eyes fell down Cormal’s body and then snapped up to stare at him again. He bit his lip, but he didn’t stop, still rubbing his nipple, his chest starting to lift and fall faster as his breathing picked up.
“It feels wet,” Kinan gasped out. “Shivery. It feels good.”
“It looks so good. Why don’t you follow that pretty trail I can see down your body.”
Kinan did that, fingers trembling visibly, but he never once hesitated. Cormal watched avidly as he saw the muscles tense and quiver visibly.
“Unfasten your trousers,” Cormal instructed.
His voice had dropped to a gravelly whisper, but Kinan clearly heard him, and he didn’t hesitate, even if his fingers fumbled a little. He unfastened his trousers, and then without prompting, he pulled out his cock.
It was beautiful: not too long, just the right thickness, and it made Cormal lick his lips. Kinan let out a strangled sound, and Cormal looked back up at his face to find that he was gazing at Cormal with helpless hunger, eyes glittering, his breathing hard.
“Wrap your hands around your cock,” Cormal told him. “Show me what you like.”
“I like this,” Kinan gasped out, even as he obeyed.
Cormal liked this, too. Cormal liked this better than anything he’d ever done, even if he’d never imagined anything like it before.
Kinan’s fingers still had a fine tremble in them. His cock was straining so hard it looked almost painful, but his hand was still, just waiting for the next instruction.
“Rub your fingers over the head. I want you to smear that pre-come all over, get yourself nice and slick.”
Kinan let out a groan and did exactly as he was told, fingers soon messy, his whole body arching into the movement.
“Oh!” he said, like it was a revelation.
“That’s right,” Cormal told him. “Just like that. I want you to get it all over your shaft. Really spread it around.”
Kinan obeyed, pumping his cock, swiping the flat of his hand over the head and then working the shaft up and down, his hips trying to flex into the movement.
“Does that feel good?” Cormal asked.
“So good,” Kinan managed to gasp, sounding breathless.
“Are you imagining it’s my hand?” Cormal wanted to know. “Imagining that it’s me touching you, my hand flying over your cock, making you feel good?”
Kinan’s gray gaze was still locked on his, and his nod was frantic as he stripped his cock. “Yes, yes, you make me feel so good.”
“That’s right,” Cormal whispered. “I’d let you fuck my hand. I’d hold you just right until you were thrusting up into me, and—”
That was all it took; Kinan did exactly as Cormal had asked, hips thrusting abruptly, whole body going taut as his cock spurted creamy liquid that…
disappeared. Cormal looked down, but there was no trace of anything.
Maybe that was just as well, but Cormal had kind of been hoping for…
something. Maybe a tangible record of what they’d done.
He wanted everything, and while he wasn’t ever going to get that, he was sure he could be content with moments like these. Kinan’s eyes were closed now, his body slumped back against the chair, his hand still on his cock, not moving. Slowly, his heaving breaths slowed.
He opened his eyes. He looked kind of stunned and kind of… sated, just as Cormal would wish for him.
“Wow,” Kinan said, and then looked embarrassed.
“I hope you enjoyed that,” Cormal said softly.
“How could I possibly not have enjoyed it?” Kinan scoffed. Then his face fell. “But I didn’t get to do anything for you.”
“Are you kidding me?” Cormal huffed a breath. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever had the privilege of witnessing. It absolutely worked for me.”
A shy smile lifted the corner of Kinan’s mouth. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” Cormal answered truthfully.
“I’m glad,” Kinan said softly.
He seemed suddenly to realize that he was still draped there, a beautiful sated mess, and he started to tuck himself away. Cormal just watched, because he could hardly beg the man to remain a perfectly debauched mess forever.
Once he was tucked back into his trousers, Kinan said, “I really—That was really great, thank you.”
“Thank you,” Cormal assured him.
Kinan bit his lip, looked away, and then his gaze skittered up to Cormal’s again.
“Would you… maybe want to do it again sometime?”
Cormal almost laughed, except that he knew that would be misunderstood. This was no doubt a terrible, terrible idea, but there was only one possible answer.
“I’d enjoy that very much.”
Kinan went almost boneless with relief, and Cormal wished desperately that he could press a kiss to that pretty mouth—that he could cover his face with kisses and reassure him with soft touches just how much he wanted this.
Instead, he’d do his best to make up for it in other ways.
Between one blink and the next, Kinan was fully dressed again.
“How does that work?” Cormal couldn’t help but ask.
Kinan shook his head. “I still don’t know.
I’m usually in a sleeping outfit at bedtime.
My clothes grew with me as I got older. I’ve never been able to change them consciously before, like if I wanted another style or color.
But apparently, I can take the shirt off.
I never… I never actually did that before.
But I wanted—” He broke off again, shrugged once more, and managed to sound more controlled when he spoke again.
“I thought I went through every phase of wanting things.” He swallowed visibly and met Cormal’s eyes again.
“But it was worth it, being able to do it now, when I really needed to.”
A full-body shiver ran through Cormal, and he couldn’t look away from those big, soulful eyes full of so much wanting.
“It was exquisite to watch,” Cormal assured him.
Kinan smiled at him, eyes soft and… fond. Cormal would say fond, because he didn’t think he should try to put any other word to it. That would be even more unwise.
Cormal made his mouth move. “I should probably get to bed. Lots to do tomorrow.”
Kinan nodded and rose to his feet. “Oh, yes, of course.”
This was definitely when Cormal would normally touch someone for reassurance. Since he couldn’t do that, he stepped right up to Kinan and did his best to cup his face.
“Thank you so much for this. It was wonderful.”
Kinan covered his hands with his own, fingers hovering over Cormal’s. His eyes were a little bit glassy, but his smile was more genuine.
“Yes, it was. Thank you. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Cormal watched him go, staring after him long after he’d walked through the closed door. He wished so much that he could touch, just once, could pull the man into a hug and feel the two of them pressed together.
Instead, he went to get ready for bed thinking about how careful he needed to be to make sure that Kinan didn’t get hurt. He deserved every good thing, and Cormal needed to be that good thing for him.
It certainly felt like an amazingly good thing for Cormal.
He’d loved being able to bring Kinan so much pleasure.
He didn’t think he was normally a totally selfish lover, but he’d never before been filled with so strong a desire to make the other person happy.
His own reaction hadn’t mattered as long as Kinan was content.
But he had reacted. How could he not, when Kinan was so very beautiful?
Cormal’s hand slid into his sleep trousers, and he tucked the cloth beneath his balls as he slowly jacked himself off, imagining that Kinan was doing it, that it was his large palm wrapped around Cormal’s cock.
Eyes closed, he relived the scene they’d created together, envisioning Kinan’s hands and Kinan’s face and Kinan’s beautiful chest, imagining those big hands on his cock, smearing the pre-come around, stroking faster and faster—
Cormal came shooting all over his fist and torso, gasping for breath and wishing that he’d given Kinan a show.
One thing at a time. Kinan had said he wanted to do this again, but Cormal would give him the chance to sleep on it and make sure that was still what he wanted and not just the orgasm talking.
But he knew what he hoped Kinan would choose, wise decision or not.