Happy Lunar New Year! A Westin & Prince Jin Short Story #3
“West,” Jin panted.
His lover said nothing as he dropped to his knees and started attacking his belt and pants, fighting to get them open. All the blood had been flowing to his groin since West’s first kiss, but just enough remained behind to make him aware of what was happening.
“West!” he now hissed in panic. “You can’t!”
“I believe his highness will have to call for his guards if he wishes to stop me.”
Jin opened his mouth to argue, but the words became trapped in his throat as West lowered his briefs enough so that his cock sprang free. The devil licked him, his wonderful tongue swirling around the head before taking him into his mouth.
The few words of resistance Jin had tried to cobble together dissolved into a loud moan.
His hands flailed about him, searching for some purchase to hold him upright because his legs were turning into useless noodles.
He settled on one hand holding the doorknob while the other tangled in West’s hair as he watched his head bob up and down on his dick.
His hard flesh disappeared into the wet, hot cavern of West’s mouth.
The rest of the world vanished. There were no more plans for celebrations, no appearance or obligations. There was only his beautiful fiancé driving him toward orgasm with a single-minded dedication that threatened to melt his heart.
He didn’t let himself think about how quickly West brought him to completion.
As much as he wanted to wallow in this blissful, stolen moment, he knew the clock was ticking.
The rest of the world would come pounding on his door once again and he’d have to return to being Crown Prince Jin Long Wei, heir to the dragon throne of Gaoxing.
But for now, his orgasm overtook him in a mad rush that left him shouting at the top of his lungs as West drank him. Pleasure scorched every nerve ending, and the world went fuzzy, blurring out all the hard edges.
When his mind was clear, he sat on the floor, facing a fiancé who was grinning smugly at him, his lips swollen and his face flushed.
“Will you tell me now why you looked so sad at the luncheon today?” West inquired.
Jin stared at him, all words leaving him. “How…how did you know?”
“Because you might smile for everyone to see, but your smile doesn’t reach your eyes when you’re sad. What was bothering you?”
Jin shook his head. “Nothing. Just feeling selfish.”
West snorted. “I don’t believe that for a second. Crown Prince Jin Long Wei doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body.”
“After that orgasm, I don’t feel like I have any bones,” he joked, but West didn’t let him off the hook as he continued to stare at him.
With a weary huff, Jin rested his head against the door and grabbed his fiancé’s wandering hands.
“Because until now I’ve been excited about everyone learning that you’re my fiancé, and soon you will be my husband.
Now that it’s happened, it’s hitting me that we’re going to see each other less.
I’ll have more obligations governing, and you’ll have more obligations as my consort.
It feels like we’ve had so little time together, and what time we have going forward is going to shrink.
I…I don’t want to let you go. Don’t want to share you now. ”
The beautiful man in front of him grinned, his eyes sparkling in the glaring overhead light.
He leaned closer and gently kissed Jin’s lips.
“You don’t have to let me go. Yes, as your fiancé and future consort, I want to go out into Gaoxing as your representative and do things to support our people, but my first job is to be Long Wei’s husband.
And eventually, father to our children. That means that I want to share a bed with you every night, have breakfast with you every morning, and have dinner with you every night.
Even if that means sharing our dinner with your cabinet of ministers, so be it.
I’ve already talked to your father, expressing my wish for you to have a minimum of one full day a week with no meetings.
We will carve out our private time, and I will defend it like a dragon with his hoard.
We will have our time together, and no one is going to take it. ”
A lump grew in Jin’s throat at West’s words and fierce tone. He believed with all his heart that West would fight for them. “I love you so much, Westin St. James.”
“And I love you so much, my darling prince.”
Jin leaned in for another kiss when a very soft knock shook the door. “Dianxia?” Qin inquired, his voice almost trembling. “It’s been ten minutes. Please come out. If you’re late, the emperor will be very cross.”
He rolled his eyes. He doubted his father would be all that cross if they were a few minutes late to the festivities.
West chuckled and bumped the tip of his nose against Jin’s. “Let’s go ring in the new year and start celebrating the next phase of our new life,” West murmured.
“Yes. I can’t wait.”
1 Dianxia – (Mandarin) Your Highness
2 Baobei –(Mandarin) baby, used here as an endearment