Page 63 of Courting the Dragon King

Konrad was so hard to read. Wraith was used to Konrad angry or disgusted by him. Or at least annoyed and wanting Wraith gone. When they had sex, it had been enjoyable, and Konrad had been kind during and after. But then Konrad had gone back to being mean.

But this Konrad, the Konrad who’d talked to him like he was a person, who’d asked him questions about Umbra, who’d apologised for how he’d behaved, well, Wraith was not displeased with this Konrad.

Still, Wraith would not let his guard down completely. What if Konrad switched back?

“I can leave for a little while, to give you some privacy whilst you bathe.” Konrad stood.

“No.” Wraith held up a hand. He stared at it for a second, surprised he’d spoken. But truth was, he did not want Konrad to leave. Not when he was behaving like this. His gaze darted to the steaming bath.

And he’d enjoyed sex with Konrad. A lot. If he was honest, he’d like to do it again. Even if he doubted he could trust Konrad to continue being kind to him.

“I mean— Is the bath even big enough for the two of us do you think?” Wraith asked.

“I think so. And if it isn’t, maybe I can just assist in washing you.”

Wraith’s cheeks heated at the thought of Konrad’s big warm hands, covered in suds, running over his wet body. Wraith’s skin tingled.

Konrad held out his hand. “Although, if we bathe together, I can’t promise that you won’t feel dirty by the end of it.”

Is this flirting?

He’d heard of flirting and seen others do it. But Wraith did not know how to flirt. The ghosts he’d had interactions with hadn’t expected him to. So Wraith just said, “Okay,” and took Konrad’s hand. He rose and stepped over Umbra, who lay sleeping on the floor.

Walking backwards, Konrad led Wraith towards the bath. Steam rose, and the smell of vanilla floated in the air. Piles of shiny bubbles glistened on the water.

Konrad dipped his fingers into the tub. “Still nice and warm.”

Then he slid his hands down the front of Wraith’s body. Wraith sucked in a breath.

“Would you like help getting out of these clothes?” Konrad asked.

“Yes, please.”

“You’re very polite.” Konrad undressed Wraith, placing each garment on a stool by the bathtub until Wraith stood completely naked.

Konrad looked him up and down. “You’re very beautiful.” He cupped Wraith’s bare hip. He stroked Wraith’s hip bone with his thumb.

“Thank you,” Wraith said softly.

Konrad began to remove his own clothes.

But Wraith reached out. “Let me. Please.” He wanted to be an active participant.

“Of course.” Konrad dropped his hands.

Wraith’s heartbeat quickened as he undid the emerald-green buttons of Konrad’s tunic. His fingers shook slightly. He hesitated before pushing the fabric aside, revealing the muscles and bare skin of Konrad’s torso. Konrad shrugged the tunic from his shoulders, and it fell to the floor.

Wraith’s cock filled, bobbing in the air. Then he reached for the lacing on Konrad’s hose. The fabric stretched across Konrad’s erection. It seemed that Wraith was not the only one affected. After a moment’s pause, he rubbed Konrad’s shaft through the fabric.

Konrad groaned, tilting his head back. Wraith undid the lacing. He reached in and wrapped his fingers around the thick, long length. It felt heavy in his palm. He tugged Konrad’s cock free. He stroked, and Konrad gasped.

Then Wraith dropped to his knees. He tugged the hose down to Konrad’s ankles. Then he removed Konrad’s boots. Konrad stepped out of his hose. The scent of Konrad’s arousal lingered in the air. He stared at Konrad’s flushed dick.

Wraith’s mouth watered. He remembered Konrad sucking his cock. Wraith wanted to do the same. But his nerves got the best of him, and he stood.

Completely naked, Konrad stepped into the bath. As he turned to get in, Wraith stared at his rounded arse and thick thighs. But then that delicious vision disappeared beneath the suds and water.

Konrad settled in and spread his legs wide. He gestured between them. “There is plenty of room for you here.”