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And he hadn’t cum yet. Jari swiped his hand on the tablecloth, and before Aurelius could do anything, he shoved the Prince back and into the chair. His eye was hazy with lust, and something in his face dared Jari to take things a step further. He was a mess with his shirt riding up and his trousers partially down. His cock stuck up, and the foreskin had pulled back. Pre-cum beaded on the slit to drip down and mingle with Jari’s streaked on his shaft.
“I guess that’s all I get,” he said with a hint of his old sneer.
“I didn’t say we were done,” Jari said as he took Aurelius’s hips to pin him, dropped to his knees, and wrapped his lips around the crown.
Aurelius sucked in a breath, jerked, and said something incomprehensible. Jari tasted his own cum as his tongue lapped at the underside of the head. He’d finally gotten to touch the lust that burned beyond the gate, and he wasn’t doing anything else until the Prince came. As his lips slid down the veined shaft, Aurelius squirmed.
Jari looked up at him, disheveled and so fucking gorgeous. He’d pushed his head back against the cushioned backing of the chair, and he was gripping the arms tight enough to whiten his knuckles. All the tension was entirely right. He wanted it, and the pleasure had to be nearing the snapping point.
Jari took him down until he couldn’t breathe, and his nose brushed the short, golden hairs at the base. Aurelius groanedand arched his back. He threaded his fingers in Jari’s hair and pulled just enough to give a faint edge to the pleasure.
Jari pulled back enough to breathe and ran his tongue along a vein.
“Please-” Aurelius’s whisper was faint.
Jari withdrew to mumble around the head. “Please what?”
“Don’t stop.” Aurelius’s chest heaved, and he tightened his grip while pushing down. “I fucking need it.”
Jari sealed his lips around the crown and allowed his head to be pushed down. His cock, smeared and mostly flaccid, threatened to take an interest again while he let the Prince control the pace.
Jari worked his tongue and was rewarded with Aurelius’s quickening breath. The Prince’s hips strained against him as he gasped and gave a sudden jerk.
“Fuck!”
Salty cum flooded Jari’s mouth as he sucked like his life depended on it. He should have known the Prince would be one to swear as he came.
“Fuck, Jari-” Aurelius held his hair and squirmed in the chair like he was both trying to get away and seek the hot, tight mouth sealed around his cock.
Jari moaned around him, which only seemed to damn near send Aurelius up a wall. He hooked a leg around Jari as he growled and swore again. He would remember that sound until he died and even afterward. That, and every other gasp and moan he wrung from the Prince. He watched Aurelius’s tense face as he came undone in the chair with his arms locked, his fingers tight, and his pink lips slightly parted.
Jari swallowed the best he could as the tension eased from Aurelius’s body bit by bit until he was completely limp. His hazy gold eye locked on Jari.
“Elira, how I wanted to see those green eyes again.”
His voice still had a slight rough tint, and whether it was from Mammon or desire, Jari didn’t know, but his Prince was here. That was all that mattered, and Jari was never letting him go. He finally released the Prince’s hips and laid his cheek on Aurelius’s pale thigh, desperate to keep some kind of contact. The high, emotions, or whatever one wanted to call it, had been running hard and fast with too much happening until something had to burst. It was ebbing now, but as soon as Aurelius, with one leg still over his shoulder, could move, they’d go together.
They’d get the fuck out of this Kingdom and away.
The Prince tipped his head back and stroked Jari’s hair for several seconds. “Even though it tells me to gild, all I really want…” He cut off.
“What?” Jari reached to touch the smooth little rise of his hip bone.
“I can’t have it,” he whispered as he stared across the Hall.
“I’ll get it for you. I promise. Anything you want.”
“Don’t you make promises you can’t keep.”
Fuck that. Jari would keep it. He fixed his trousers.
“We’ll take the items, and we’ll destroy them.”
Aurelius suddenly tensed under him, and his eye flicked across the table toward the doors. Boots clomped, and Jari jerked back just before Aurelius jumped out of the chair.
The guard at the head of the group paused at the sight of Aurelius with his cock still out and still blustered on. “Step away from the table, and keep your hands where we can see them. No magic.”
Jari brought fire to one lowered fist as Aurelius yanked up his trousers to fix them. “Why?” The guard started to speak again, but he cut the man off. “Am I supposed to let you arrest me with my cock out?”
