Page 80 of Drown Me Gently

He pressed in. Slowly, his tip strained past the resistant ring. The intrusion dragged a strangled gasp from Auren’s throat. His shoulders bunched up, muscles rigid with resistance.

Ulric soothed him with kisses to the back of his neck, murmuring praise against his skin, even as he clenched his teeth at its tightness. “Good boy. That’s it. Take me in.”

Bit by bit, Auren’s body surrendered, muscles yielding.

Ulric pressed in deeper, stopping only when Auren’s knuckles whitened against the railing. He waited until the prince’s body melted around him. They moved like that—inch by inch, breath by breath—until Ulric was fully sheathed.

“There,” Ulric panted against his spine. “That’s it. You’ve got it all, my prince.”

Auren whimpered, legs trembling so violently that Ulric had to wrap an arm around his hips just to keep him upright.

“Stay strong,” Ulric grunted. “I’m going to move now.”

He pulled out slightly, watching the way Auren’s stretched hole clung to him, the dark length of his cock shining with slick. Ulric pushed back in, then again, and again, as Auren’s body adjusted, as resistance turned to welcome. Each slow thrust tugged at his cock as it glided through the tight, gripping ring of Auren’s entrance.

Every movement tore a desperate moan from Auren’s mouth.

“There you go,” Ulric whispered hotly into his ear. “Now you’re doing it. Taking me so well.”

Below them, the stage roared with noise: cries and grunts and wet flesh colliding. Ulric forced Auren to look down, tilting his head toward the chaos.

“Watch them,” he rasped. “Watch how they fuck. Know that I’m doing the same to you.”

Auren let out a broken sound that wasn’t quite a moan, wasn’t quite a sob.

“That’s it. My beautiful sea-sprite. My prince.”

Auren was shaking so hard now Ulric was half-carrying him, holding his hips steady as he drove into him, the slap of skin against skin lost in the riotous noise of the theater.

“Is this what you wanted?” Ulric demanded. “To be filled? To be claimed?”

“Yes,” Auren gasped. “Yes, gods—Ulric, don’t stop⁠—”

“You’re mine,” Ulric growled against his ear. “I’ll fill you, spriteling. I’ll spill myself deep inside you and you’ll keep it.”

Auren cried out wordlessly, back arching, fingers clawing at the wooden railing.

Ulric felt the finish racing toward him, felt it building in his spine, coiling at the base of his cock. He reached around and grabbed Auren’s dripping length, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me,” Ulric demanded. “Now, Auren. Now.”

Auren came with a choked cry, spilling hot and thick across the floor, his whole body spasming in Ulric’s arms.

The sudden, tight clenching of Auren’s body was too much.

Through clenched teeth, Ulric drove in until his hips met Auren’s ass and spilled inside him, wave after wave of thick, molten release. He ground in deep, locking them together, shaking from the force of it.

For a few stunned seconds, there was only the sound of their panting.

Then—

A hush. The sensuous music had stopped, as had the sound of slapping bodies. Ulric lifted his head blearily, just in time to see the stage performers, still panting, staring at them from below.

A long moment.

Then they burst into raucous laughter and applause.

“Oh, Poseidon fuck me,” Ulric groaned, yanking the velvet curtains closed.