Page 78 of Drown Me Gently

“I need to hear it spriteling, or I might just end it here.”

Ulric removed his fingers, as though to tease. But he should have known better. Should have known that it wasn’t a fawn perched upon his lap, but a wolf.

Auren let out a desperate sound, a mix between a moan and a growl, before digging his fingernails into Ulric’s skin and biting the side of his neck so hard that Ulric shouted in alarm.

“If you try to play games with me, old man, you’ll find I am not very forgiving in this moment.” Auren hissed, immediately licking the place where his teeth had been. And like an obedient lover, Ulric returned his fingers to that oil-slick crevice.

“Yes, my prince.”

He explored further until he found the core of Auren’s need. He circled the tight muscle with one finger, teasing, testing Auren’s limits.

“Please…” Auren cried, grinding down.

Ulric pushed the first finger inside.

Auren jolted in his lap, letting out a high, breathy moan that had Ulric’s own cock throbbing painfully between them.

“Good boy,” Ulric murmured, stroking him with his free hand to keep him calm. “Take it.”

He worked the finger in and out slowly, letting Auren adjust before adding another. Stretching him wider, deeper. Auren whimpered. Rocked his hips greedily into the sensation.

“Gods above,” Ulric grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Auren only moaned in response, leaning his body back, eyes fluttering shut.

Ulric couldn’t resist—he leaned forward, biting gently at Auren’s exposed nipple as he worked a third finger inside. Auren’s whole body jerked, hands clawing at Ulric’s shoulders.

“U-Ulric—I⁠—!”

“I’ve got you, spriteling,” Ulric soothed, even as his fingers moved in deep, scissoring motions, dragging cries from Auren’s lips.

Auren ground down hard against him once, twice—and with a helpless, gasping sound, he came, spilling hot and fast over their stomachs and chests, body convulsing around Ulric’s knuckles.

Ulric held him through it, murmuring praises into his hair.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s it, my sweet sea-sprite.”

He didn’t pull away. Didn’t rush. He held Auren, blissed-out and trembling in his arms, soothing him through the aftershocks.

They sagged against each other, both slick with sweat. Somewhere below, the stage descended into chaos—no longer the clean acts of performers, but pure, primal carnality. Men slid inside women, bodies gleaming with oil and desire. Moans and the wet slaps of skin against skin filled the air like distant applause. Ulric wasn’t sure anyone was truly watching anymore. The performers weren’t acting now. They were indulging, feasting on pleasure like ravenous creatures.

“Ulric…” Auren’s breath was a ragged whisper against his throat, his sweat-soaked hair clinging to his flushed face.

“The men… with the women,” he gasped between breaths.

“Yes?” Ulric murmured, fingers still stroking lazy circles against Auren’s sweat-slick back.

“Can such a thing be done… between two men?”

Ulric closed his eyes, battling the raw surge of need that threatened to strip him bare.

But Auren was sharp and caught the hesitation.

“Can it?” Auren pressed, urgently now.

Ulric swallowed, his cock throbbing with each stuttered heartbeat.

“It can,” he admitted hoarsely.