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“That is not the case,” the King said softly.
“I just want you to keep me,” Salas said softly, knowing the moment the admission left him that again, the words sounded too subservient, too much like a Susconian bird.
But Jareth didn’t correct him, and instead pulled him close so that Salas was draped in his lap. “I will.”
Salas’ head was tilted up so that the King could steal a kiss. It was gentle, patient, with the King handling Salas as though he were something precious and to be cared for. Jareth’s hand crept over the skin of his neck, tightening around his throat for just a moment, before smoothing out into a caressing motion.
Salas simply wanted to be kept and taken, and as the King acquiesced, Salas finally understood what he meant. Perhaps his way of thinking would someday change, and his urge for these reassurances that he was an object to be kept and coveted would cease. But wherever that endpoint was, there was no rushing toward it. Perhaps, if there was a part of him that would never change, that would be okay, too.
When the kiss ended, Jareth rested his forehead against Salas,’ both of them breathing heavenly. “You want me to take you, Salas? Is that what you want?”
Salas, that timid fear of revealing too much hovering, nodded.
The King laid Salas out on the bed and stripped him slowly, like unwrapping a gift, until he was naked. He’d changed into night-ware some time ago, and it peeled away easily enough.
Jareth, still fully clothed, began planting kisses over his prize, taking extra care to Salas’ neck. Whenever Salas grasped, the King’s throat would rumble with a growl, and tiny nips would come, gently, but sharply. It took Salas a moment to realize that the King’s beast teeth had been extended.
He shivered, both in fear and excitement, when those teeth found a nipple andtugged. Salas bit his tongue to keep from screaming, and what came out was a sort of squeak that had the King chuckling deeply. He then placed kisses in the area sweetly, as though apologizing for the rough handling.
The King moved away from the bed, and the moment he did, Salas hand immediately shot between his legs to grab at his own stiff, neglected erection, stroking it several times with his new arousal, thinking of Jareth’s mouth on him.
The moment the King returned, his wrist was grabbed by the King’s great fist and tugged away. Expectedly. Irritable King.
Salas whimpered.
Instead of shushing him sweetly, the King flipped him over so that he laid on his stomach, his movements aggressive and firm, no kindness to the motion, simplytaking. Just like Salas wanted, though Salas couldn’t help but to note that once he was on his stomach, the pressure had been relieved from his injured back, as perhaps been included in the King’s intentions.
Then, without preamble or warning, something cool and slick poked at his entrance.
Salas’ head whipped around to see the red-jeweled, golden toy-phallus nestled between the cheeks of his ass. He watched in interest as the King twisted and prodded, easing the phallus in so that it slid into place, finding a place deep inside him.
Salas let out a deep, elated groan.
The King’s eyes flashed to his face. Perhaps noticing for the first time that Salas was playing the observer, he narrowed his eyes on Salas. The King reached to place a hand to his neck, pressing Salas’ face brutally into the bed.
“Head down,” the King snapped, slapping Salas’ ass. A bloom of red probably blossomed there, and it ached deliciously. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in heat.”
Salas groaned again, reaching around to play with the toy now inside of him.
His hands were, expectedly, restrained. When another hand locked his wrists, he let out a cry ofneed. Something needed to happen, and quick, or Salas feared he would simply combust.
The King’s other hand, dear thankfully, finally found the toy again. It was pulled out, then pushed in again slowly. The King fucked him with it at a smooth, unhurried pace, all the while Salas writhed and squirmed, pleading to the King for more.
It seemed to take forever, while the King teased him and opened him slowly, but finally, the toy was pulled out.
Salas bent his knees again, arching his bottom up eagerly, knowing what was to come next.
The King chuckled again and slapped him once more. “Eager, are we?”
But then his patience was rewarded. After some shuffling to perhaps free his cock from his trousers (Salas obediently didn’t look to see), something much larger than the toy phallus was being pressed into him.
The King groaned when he slid home, his member digging deep into Salas, making a path to plunder inside of him.
Salas was shaking as he changed his positions to lift onto his hands and knees, his limbs feeling loose and detached as he attempted to breath out his pain. “Too full,” was all he could manage as an explanation.
The King didn’t move, holding himself gratefully still, though he petted Salas’ back in a gentle, soothing motion.
Finally, the pain seemed to ease and Salas relaxed.
