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“Do you want me to call you baby? Or baobei?”1 He sucked Jin’s earlobe into his mouth, earning a soft cry. “I thought about this for days now, Jin. Xiao Long.2 Long-di. So many options.” As he talked, West kissed his way across Jin’s collarbone and then down. He licked and nibbled on one nipple, relishing each of the noises escaping Jin. Only when it was diamond hard did he move to the other, repeating the process.
“Wh-which name do you prefer?” Jin panted as West kissed his flat stomach.
West rolled onto his side, careful to avoid the beautiful cock that was pushing up on the dark-navy briefs Jin was still wearing. He lowered one side of the material and licked the inside of his hip bone, wringing a moan out of the prince. “A favorite? Mmmm…” He hummed against that hard dick then shifted to the other hip. “I think I like baby. Definitely like mine. Oh, and ah-Wei.3 It sounds like I’m crying out for you.”
Fingers tangled in his hair and pulled, sending pain shooting through his scalp. He allowed Jin to pull him up to his lips, but not before he paused to run his open mouth across that hard cock. His sweet prince groaned and thrust up at his lips, yet still continued to tug until their mouths met in a needy, sloppy kiss that had them rolling across the bed and rutting against each other in a bid for more contact, more friction.
“I need you,” Jin said. He reached between them and grabbed the waistband of West’s boxers, slipping his hand inside to grip his cock. West clenched his eyes shut as pleasure raced white-hot through his veins.
“Is it too much to hope that the crown prince is prepared for sex?” West growled, pushing his last two working brain cells to do something productive prior to dying a blissful death in the orgasm Jin was shoving him toward.
Jin’s hand stopped moving, and he blinked wide eyes at West. “Prepared?” He looked lost. Apparently, West was the only one with any working brain cells between them. Not a good sign.
“Condoms and lube, baby. Condoms and lube.”
“Oh!” Jin’s head dropped on the pillows, and he fell into an almost breathless laugh. “Thought you meant something else. Top drawer of the nightstand.” West crawled across Jin while his lover moved his hand from his dick to stroke up his stomach and chest. “Qin said he got me some supplies after it was clear that you were not using the other bedroom at night.”
West located both items in a second and tossed them onto the bed. He wrapped himself around the prince and rolled onto his back. “He had so little faith in us.”
Jin braced his hands on the bed and glared at West, his hair sliding down about them. “I had no faith in us. I thought we would have had sex by now.”
“Am I not worth the wait?” West inquired with a jut of his bottom lip that would have made Alexei so damn proud.
The prince sighed and rolled his eyes. “Evil. I don’t know why I didn’t realize you were so evil.”
He wrapped his arms around Jin, pulled the man to him, and rolled him onto his back. He kissed him deeply while settling between his legs. With just a small thrust, he rubbed his hard cock along Jin’s, wringing a long, low groan of pleasure from him. Yes, he’d show this adorable prince exactly how evil he could be.
He shifted his weight to rest on one arm, deepening the kiss while sneaking his free hand between them. There was a growing wet spot on the front of Jin’s underwear, thanks to his dick leaking pre-cum. He ached to rip those tight briefs off and suck Jin down his throat, to make him lose all control again, but he was so fucking close, he was going to be coming on the sheets if he did that. Every little whimper, each tug on his hair and brush of that lithe, muscular body beneath him was chipping away at his sanity. He needed to be buried so fucking deep inside of Jin they could never be separated.
West lifted enough to shove away his underwear and toss them across the room. He attacked Jin’s briefs with the same speed, throwing them off the end of the bed. Just as he was about to launch himself at Jin, he froze. The handsome prince was stretched out on the bed, his long black hair spread beneath him while hard muscles clenched under pale skin against the navy sheets and duvet. His eyes trailed from those kiss-swollen lips to hard pecs and defined abs that dipped into a hard cock rising toward his stomach.
In short, Crown Prince Jin Long Wei was a fucking wet dream of perfection.
