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“I’m not spoiled, but you are a tease.”
Kansas placed his hands under his lover’s thighs and pushed them up toward his chest. “It’s not teasing if I plan to follow through, and you’re the only one who can stop me from doing that. Now hold your legs up like this, nice and wide so I can see all of you.”
The king turned a pale gold and Kansas stroked his lower lip with his thumb. “You taste so good. I want to kiss you everywhere. Trust me.”
The man shuddered and slid his hands beneath his thighs.
“That’s right. God, yes, just like that.”
Kansas bent his knees and nuzzled the king’s inner thigh, hands caressing the hard, velvety-smooth ass. “I didn’t like seeing Lenard with his mouth around your cock.”
He licked the king’s shaft with one broad stroke of his tongue. “I wanted it, wanted you, all to myself.”
“Then why…ahhh…why did you say no to me?”
Kansas smiled, slipping the head of the king’s shaft out of his mouth to answer. “I don’t like being told what to do.”
“And you think I do?” His voice was shaky, but still defiant.
Kansas dragged the king’s hips closer to the edge of the bed. “Yes, Your Majesty. I do. I think you love the idea of letting me handle your pleasure. Putting me in charge.” And without another word he spread the king’s cheeks apart and licked a trail of fire to the tight ring of muscles that clenched at the feel of his tongue.
“Fuck— Kansas, what are you doing?”
He lifted his head. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes. Makers help me, it feels amazing.”
“Then just enjoy it.”
He loved this. Loved the king rocking desperately against his mouth, the feel of those muscles tightening around his tongue as he pushed inside. He pressed his painfully hard erection against the mattress, determined to make the king climax before he saw to his own pleasure.
He slid his index finger up to the soaked hole, pressing in, stretching the tight ass that he
knew instinctively had never taken a man before. “Do you use toys?”
“What? Please, don’t stop.”
Kansas licked his cock again, leaning back to watch his finger disappear as it thrust in deep. “When you’re alone, do you ever touch yourself like this? Use anything in this tight, golden ass and imagine someone taking you from behind?”
The king moaned, his head shaking back and forth on the mattress.
“No?” Kansas slowly added a second finger, watching his reaction. “Are you really going to lie to me now?”
“Yes,” he hissed, the muscles in his neck straining as he lifted his head to meet his gaze. “When I’m alone. I imagine it. I’ve always imagined it.”
His gut tightened, jealousy and possessiveness giving his words an edge. “Anyone in particular?”
Any golden warriors I need to kill?
“I never saw his face,” the king admitted breathlessly. “His eyes were like the sea, but I never knew… Kansas, let me touch you. I need to touch you. Please.”
“If you touch me now I’ll lose control.” He was already too close. “I want to make this good for you.”
The king jerked when Kansas found that special spot and rubbed. “I wondered if you Crows had one of these. I shouldn’t have. She made you perfect. A real live boy.”
“Fuck,” the king’s shout echoed through the bedroom. “I’m no boy. I’m no—Kansas what are you doing to me?”
“Claiming you.” He caressed the prostate with his thrusting fingers until the king was moaning unintelligibly, his body nearly lifting off the bed. Kansas bent his head to lap up the pearly liquid dripping from the head of his thick cock.
