Chapter Nineteen #2
Kinan looked at him in surprise for a moment, and then he dropped to his knees, eyes bright, expression both eager and wistful.
“You don’t know how much I wish I could taste you,” Kinan whispered, facing Cormal’s cock.
Cormal couldn’t feel the man’s breath. He wrapped his own hand around his cock.
“I wish it too,” Cormal said roughly. “So much. You’d feel so good, your mouth so wet and hot as you sucked me in.”
Kinan whimpered and edged closer, repositioning himself and opening his mouth. It didn’t feel like it, of course, but it looked like Cormal’s cock was in Kinan’s mouth.
“Oh, that’s so beautiful,” Cormal praised him. “You’re so beautiful.”
He pumped his fist, ignoring the way this dispelled the illusion a little. It took Kinan a moment, and then he managed to catch the rhythm, bobbing as though he really were sucking Cormal, eyes fixed on Cormal’s face. Cormal was gazing down avidly at the picture that Kinan made, so eager to please.
“Touch yourself,” Cormal told him. “I want to see you come.”
Kinan’s hands moved frantically, unfastening his trousers and then diving inside, and Cormal knew the exact moment that his hands wrapped around his own cock based on the pleasure on Kinan’s face.
Kinan matched his strokes to Cormal’s, so they were climbing together.
Cormal couldn’t get enough of the look of his cock disappearing into Kinan’s mouth, even if it wasn’t the same as if Kinan were solid.
Kinan was gazing up at Cormal like he was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen, which just couldn’t be right, but it was a heady feeling nonetheless.
“That’s it,” Cormal groaned, starting to pump faster, his hips stuttering a little in his rhythm. “Come for me, Kee.”
Kinan came with a moan that he managed to cut off before it became too loud, and Cormal jerked forward, destroying the illusion of coming in Kinan’s mouth since his cock went right through his head, but he was coming, shooting onto the floor.
He pulled back. “Oops.”
Thankfully, Kinan let out a somewhat sex-drunk giggle.
Cormal sacrificed a small towel to cleaning up and then tugged on his sleep trousers and shirt and flopped onto the bed.
He slipped under the covers, and then Kinan joined him.
They might not be able to touch, but they could still get as close as possible.
“That was wonderful. Thank you,” Kinan said, his expression soft and open.
“Thank you,” Cormal corrected. “With you looking so incredibly appealing, it’s impossible not to come harder than I’ve ever come before.”
Kinan looked a bit embarrassed but very pleased.
Cormal wasn’t totally used to talking about this sort of thing, but he was trying, because Kinan had been deprived of the words of so many people for so long. And he knew that Kinan had concerns that they weren’t doing enough, that Cormal could have so much more if he were with someone else.
That might be technically true, but it was so far from the actual truth that Cormal didn’t really know how to explain it. He just did his best to make sure Kinan knew how much he was enjoying this.
He fell asleep feeling very satisfied, and thankfully, Kinan still seemed to find it amusing to sneak out in the morning, like this was a grand adventure and not something tiresome.
They rode for another day, Kinan teasing Cormal so much that he actually stopped at one point, ostensibly to let Fireball rest and to stretch his legs but really so that he could back Kinan up as if he were leaning against a tree, Cormal braced around him so they could come in one another’s arms, fingers tangled on cocks that were sharing the same space.
“You are altogether too tempting,” Cormal told him.
Kinan beamed.
They resumed their ride and then spent another highly enjoyable night at another inn.
This was one Cormal hadn’t been to before, as they were now heading more south than the second watch station.
He still had a private room and asked not be disturbed, and tonight, Cormal got Kinan to finger himself open, telling him exactly what he’d like to do with his cock until they had both come to very satisfactory orgasms.
As they lay panting together, both recovering their breath, Kinan admitted, “I never thought that I’d be so attracted to someone’s voice before.”
Cormal laughed. “I didn’t expect any of this, really, but it’s the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Kinan’s breath caught, and his eyes went glassy.
“Me, too,” he whispered. “And I didn’t think anything wonderful was going to happen to me again. Not like this. Not just… normal wonderful. I mean—”
But Cormal understood what he meant.
“I feel the exact same way,” he admitted. “You swept into my life at my lowest point and made it so much better.”
The tears spilled over Kinan’s cheeks, but he was smiling and nodding. “Exactly that.”
The next morning, they arrived in the small town Cormal had been aiming for and found out the exact location of the estate.
Kinan seemed a little surprised that Cormal knew all about the fake name.
“It was cute,” Cormal told him, barely refraining from rolling his eyes. “It was a good way to ensure that I could easily pretend to ignore it. But please don’t tell me you really thought I didn’t notice where all those letters were going?”
Kinan wouldn’t meet his gaze, and Cormal laughed. He was so glad he’d decided not to interfere. He’d half-expected all Brannal and Perian’s friends at the castle to be ostentatious and flaunt that they were writing to Perian, so it had been easy by comparison to pretend this wasn’t happening.
And now they were simply riding out to the estate, that feeling of impending doom a lot stronger than it had been before.
They made it all the way to the stables, and Cormal left Fireball with the stable hand. He asked that his luggage be set aside, since he wasn’t sure he was staying.
By the time he emerged from the building, Brannal was standing in front of the house, a chaos of elements whirling in front of him but not yet unleashed.
He looked every inch the Mage Warrior, like no time whatsoever had passed.
Cormal wondered if anyone had considered trying to take his armor away from him.
Apparently, no one had dared, because he had it now.
Perian was not in sight, which Cormal assumed was intentional.
Moving with deliberate slowness, Cormal lifted his hands out to the side and then placed them behind his head, clasping them together.
He could still summon fire, but this position drastically reduced the chance of him reacting without thinking if he lost his temper.
Still moving slowly, he sank down onto his knees.
“What are you doing?”
Cormal twisted slightly at the concern in Kinan’s voice.
“Prince Kinan?”
Cormal twisted back, to see that Brannal looked… confused, especially when Kinan immediately put himself between Cormal and Brannal.
“Kinan, could you—” Cormal started.
“This is literally why I’m here,” Kinan hissed. “Do you really think I’m going to stand aside while you’re kneeling in the grass looking like you’re waiting to be killed! I thought you were going to talk to him!”
He sounded incensed.
Oh. Cormal hadn’t realized his actions could be interpreted like that.
“I’m certainly hoping that Brannal and Perian will talk to me, Kinan, but they’re definitely not going to do that if they think I’m going to attack them. This was the best way I could think of to show that I’m not going to do that.” He tried to peer around Kinan, but he moved every time Cormal did.
Cormal suggested, “I mean, if you’ve got a bathtub or a body of water, you could put me in there.”
“No!” Kinan snapped.
“Up to my neck,” Cormal clarified. “Kinan—”
Kinan whirled back to him, eyes huge, and tension in every line of his body. “Stop talking! You’re doing this all wrong!”
Cormal was pretty sure this was his apology, and therefore he couldn’t be doing it wrong, but Kinan was practically vibrating with tension.
“We came to talk to you,” Kinan told Brannal. “Just talk. I promise. Could you—could you maybe not attack Cormal while we talk?” His voice was shaking. “I can’t do anything to stop you, and that’s killing me.”