Page 28 of The Pastel Prince

“Amazing it lit at all as damp as everything is,” he said, the first words spoken between us since we’d left his cousin’s home.

“Is it always this wet here in the valley?” I asked, closing the door and staring at the bubbling pool of water in the center of the hut. Stone seats surrounded the smooth rock pool where hot water burbled.

“It can be this time of year,” he answered as he sat down to remove his boots. I did the same, my tongue pressed to the back of my teeth, unsure of what to say as we timidly undressed in front of each other. I’d never shown him much of my body, other than that flash of a buttock. Beirach had no qualms about baring himself. I watched the floor beside my now bare feet fill with his dirty clothes, item by item, until his small clothes hit the pile. I swallowed loudly while fiddling with a wet sock stuck to my foot. “The clouds tend to cling to the forest and the sides of the Witherhorn, locking the moisture in, which is good for the rice patties as they require a great deal of rain to keep them filled.”

“I like rice,” I replied.

You are a dolt.

“I recall your admiration for rice that night when we had some served with flame-roasted green squash and those spicy peppers.”

I had eaten more than my share that night. I smiled and peeked through my braids to see him standing at the edge of the spring, his back to me. My mouth went dry. His ass was within touching distance. Firm and high, with a small beauty mark resembling a wild pear. My finger was just about to touch the mark when he stepped down into the warm waters. I jerked my finger back.

“Kenton, you must get in. This is…well, it is marvelous.” He sighed as he sank down into the bubbling water until only hisshoulders and head remained dry. “I know this is a luxury we should not be taking, but the horses are spent and—”

“Life is short,” I murmured, standing as if possessed and shedding my clothes. Each inch of pale green skin that was exposed grew warm, either from the steam or shyness, I could not say. Perhaps both?

His head fell back to rest on the rounded stone lip as I wiggled out of my damp underclothes. My skin rose in gooseflesh as his sight landed on me and never wavered. My cock began to fill as he moved slowly, easing around in the water to face me.

“Kenton…” He seemed lost as to what to say.

“Tezen says that all the time.” I held my hands in front of my genitals, my yearning for him rampaging over my timidity. “We…I’m not sure if you…there are so many other things that take precedence that…is this wrong? Is it uncaring of us to think of our passions instead of our people? Please, tell me that it is not selfish.”

“It is not selfish,” he softly replied, his gaze moving down from my face to my hips and to my toes. When it returned, I saw the fire in his eyes, felt the want in his veins. His desire and mine burned like a fire moving through a dry wood. “I do not think you possess a single self-centered bone in your beautiful body. You are one of the most altruistic men I have ever met. It is one of a thousand things that pulls me to you.”

I could not stop the smile that broke free. “I am pulled to you as well. Would you help me…” I stammered a bit, for what I was about to ask was highly intimate. Doing so among my people was considered an erotic and bonding act. “Would you help me unbraid and wash my hair?”

He blinked as if taken aback. “I…yes, of course. I would love to help you unbraid your hair and wash it. Come sit here with me.”

He offered me a wet hand. I took it, letting my other hand drop so that he could see all of me. His eyes never left my face as he guided me into the water. It was hot enough to make me gasp slightly when it hit my balls, but then, once I sank down into it, the heat was glorious. I sat beside him, his thigh and mine touching, and sunk down until my nose and eyes were all that could be seen. Beirach grinned, plucking a floating braid from the pool to untie the thin cord that held the plait in place. I rose, water dripping from my chin, and moved to face him, eager to watch as he undid the tight pleaches.

“I am honored that you chose me,” Beirach whispered as plait after plait fell free. I sighed over and over, my eyelids growing heavy, my body vibrating with hot waves of need and want each time the back of his fingers skimmed my cheek or bare shoulder. I was so hard, it ached. “I know what this means to your people when they choose the person to undo their braids.”

The final plait fell open, my white hair now wet, free, and warm on my back.

I opened my sluggish eyes. “I want you to be the man who braids my hair.”

He shuddered before brushing his lips over mine. I moved closer as one strong arm encircled me, my hair undone, my mouth moving under his. Seeking, tasting, and exploring. His tongue touched my lower lip. I opened for him wantonly. He swept in. The kiss was deep, wet, and powerful. His lips tasted of pumpkin ale, tart and heady. I dipped in for a longer taste as I angled myself over his thigh, sliding my leg betwixt his, and felt his rigid prick brush mine. A whimper floated out of me as his fingers moved to my face. He tipped my head. I licked into his mouth as I rolled my hips experimentally. My cock rubbed over his. He grunted. The thin tethers that had held me back snapped like kindling wood.

“I want you,” I panted between one sweet kiss and another. I stroked his rough cheek, his beard rough on my fingertips. “I wish to know your love this night. If you do not wish to share yourself with me, then please forgive me forward—”

He stole a kiss, a hungry one, slick and wet, as he ran his hands up my sides to lever me out of the water. His mouth slid over my chin to my throat, where he laved the hollow between my collarbones and his hands slipped over my hips to cradle my ass. My cock throbbed unmercifully. I sighed at the pleasure his lips brought and hissed at the tug of his teeth as they found a pine-colored nipple. He clasped me to him, his grip on my ass tightening, as he suckled wantonly on one tight bud before moving to the other. He moved lower. My prick rested under his whiskery chin. The rub of short auburn whiskers on the head now freed from my foreskin made me whimper shamelessly.

“You are delicious,” he murmured into my belly as he hoisted me up further, so far that I had to place my knees on the wet, warm stones around the lip of the hot springs. “Never have I tasted flesh so sweet. Your skin rivals the meat of a fresh summer peach warm from the sun.”

I arched back, giving him access to my navel and then to my needy prick. He tongued at the slit. I cried out at the sensation. He held me tightly, safely, his fingertips resting on the crack of my ass as he licked at my cockhead. My eyes drifted closed. I let myself drift on the sounds of the water bubbling, the scent of the minerals on the moist air, and the pleasure of being in his arms.

“Would you spend in my mouth?” His thick voice drifted up to me. I opened my eyes and lowered my chin to see my cock resting on his lower lip, the blue in his eyes swallowed up by his pupils. He massaged my ass, pulling a low moan from me as he waited, his tongue darting out to gather each droplet that appeared.

“Yes,” I gasped, and he made a sound much like the hungry sand pumas that paced their cages in the Renedith menagerie. I clung to his head, carding my fingers into the dark auburn locks as he swallowed me down. A cry ripped from my core. My hips flexed. He choked, eyes watering slightly. I tried to pull back, but he held me in place with strong hands kneading my ass. “My release is…I cannot hold…”

My orgasm washed over me with the force of a spring storm. It was a good thing he held me so I didn’t fall back into the hot water. My fingers dug into his thick hair, my hips pumping firmly or I would have toppled. He moaned as I emptied down his throat. The tremors lasted forever it seemed, my cock pulsing strongly until finally, thankfully, I floated down from the stars. Beirach stared up at me with a mouthful of cock.

Words failed me, so I eased out from between his lips, took a seat on his thighs, and cupped his face.

“You taste divine. More delicious than the richest yellow clover honey or mulled wine. Sweeter than butter cakes or sugared pudding.”

I laughed and placed my mouth over his, eager to taste my spend on his tongue. Sweet was not the word I would have used, but if he found my essence pleasing, then I was happy. Truly, I was more than happy. I was joyous. I sucked on his tongue as he settled me on his lap, long strong fingers still massaging my ass. I rolled my hips. His stiff prick slid up and down my belly under the burbling water.

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