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He dropped his head back. “Oh gods, Arin, yes…”
He clutched my arm, gripping so hard it hurt. I tucked his ass back, angling my cock deeper, and watched as his mouth fell open, his body quivering like the strings of his violin. I had him now, he was mine. He panted; heat flushed his chest and neck, and threads of silken cum dribbled from his cock, slicking my belly and his. If I touched his cock, he’d come, but I had his ass propped up and my cock pumping, and it was all I could do quicken my pace and hammer hard into him, making him chase that brilliance.
“Touch me,” he whimpered, his voice shattered. “Squeeze my cock.”
I pulled my right hand out from under him and wrapped his dick in my fist.
“Arin, harder.” I pumped him so hard my hand ached from the strain. “I think… I…”
I kissed him, bit his lip, and he stuttered, his whole body shuddering around me. His brilliant eyes blew wide and speared right through me as spasms of cum betrayed his climax at my hand. “Come in me,” he growled. “Now.”
I dropped his dick, shoved him down onto the bed, and lost myself to the feel of being inside him, chasing the high, feeling pleasure spool tighter and tighter. My thighs slapped his ass and the thick length of my cock slid in and out, then all at once, the pinnacle of ecstasy snapped and unraveled. I cried out, although I hardly heard it, since I was somewhere far away, burning up in a trance as my climax took me.
“Yes.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me down on top of him, both of us slick with oil, sweat, and seed. His breaths sawed at my ear and his heart thumped against mine.
I turned my head, expecting to see his smile. A tear escaped the corner of his eye and slipped down the side of his face, disappearing into his hair. Another tried to follow it. I wiped it away and braced over him. “Lark?”
“Yes,” he whispered, eyes shining in the moonlight. “Thank you.”
“Gods, don’t thank me.” I kissed him messily and mumbled into his mouth, “It wasn’t a chore.”
I was still inside him and liked it, feeling connected and close, as close as two men, two souls could ever get.
“Do you think the bath is still warm?” he asked, after a moment of comfortable silence.
“Probably.” I leaned sideways, propped on an elbow, with him still trapped under most of me. He gazed at the ceiling, his eyes dancing at some thought in his head. The tears were close, still there, in his eyes. Happy tears, I hoped. His smile seemed satisfied, as did his body. I skipped my fingers down his cock, making him hiss and laugh, then took advantage of the distraction to withdraw.
He gave a shudder, then looked over, sleepy-eyed and satisfied. “You liked it.”
I shrugged. “It was passable.”
“Passable?” he gasped. “You wound me.”
“Ah, but I didn’t wound you.” I rested my head on my hand and skimmed my fingers in lazy circles on his chest, watching his face. I hadn’t hurt him, not like he’d assumed he’d need. I didn’t know what that meant, just that it was good, if his smile was any indication.
“No, I wasn’t hurt. Yet I did come. Which was… a first, for me. You must be pleased.”
“Naturally it takes the Prince of Love to make his lover come with a few strokes.” I mimed pumping his cock in my fist.
“Naturally.” He laughed, then sprang and wrestled me under him until there was nothing but laughter and his mouth on mine, the kiss so desperate it stole my breath. “I love you, Arin. Always. Never forget it.”
“I know.” I fought to keep from grinning like a fool even as my heart tried to deafen me.
He snorted and rolled away, then got to his feet and sauntered to the bath. “Of course you do, Love’s Prince. Or are you a king now?”
“King of Flowers. I like it.” I propped myself onto my elbows and watched him dip his hand in the water. “Would you be my King of Storms, if I asked?”
“Are you proposing?” He smirked over his shoulder, naked and temptation personified. Mine for the taking.
I’d meant the proposal as a jest, but wecouldjoin. Would he want that?
He laughed the idea off before I’d had a chance to reply. “Come, bathe, and I’ll tell you a tale of how the King of Flowers mends the King of Storm’s broken heart. How does that sound?”
I might have told him yes, if the emotional knot hadn’t choked off my voice. I didn’t want this moment to end. It truly was special, like a dream come true—one of the good ones. And there were so few good dreams left. If I stayed awake and cherished every moment of this night, perhaps I could make it last forever.
He offered his hand. “The King of Storms was a powerful man, feared by all. He spent his days and nights in darkness and shadows of his own making, but few knew he sought the one thing he could not have. Love.”
I climbed from the bed and made my way over. “Does this fantasy tale of yours have a happy ending?”
