Page 87 of Blinding Light

Cyprian huffed out a laugh. He felt fucking euphoric. “Please be quick.” His own dick was pulsing with need. He was enjoying this new role.

A cold, wet finger pressed against Cyprian’s crease. Moargan reached up, leaving a trail of kisses on Cyprian’s nape, and he sighed in contentment when he felt those lush lips tracing his earlobe. “Look at you,aeon.” He added a second spit-lubed finger. “Look at how you’re going to take me like a good boy.” They circled and stretched Cyprian’s hole, and Cyprian couldn’t help but gasp at the sting of his tight channel being worked. When they hit his prostate, he jolted. Moaning, he rocked his hips, seeking more friction. More ache. Good light, he needed the ache to soothe the other ache he’d felt today. He needed this to fuckingsting.

“That’s it,” praised Moargan. He removed his fingers, slowly easing his cock in. “Just breathe, myaeon. That’s it.”

Cyprian panted at the intrusion. He felt so full, completely impaled now, slowly replacing his earlier feeling of loss.

“Fuck yes, I needed this,” Moargan rasped.

“I feel so good when I’m with you,” Cyprian breathed. “It’s like it’s meant to be.”

Moargan pulled back, eyes blazing with heat. “Well, you aremy chosen one.” He rolled his hips in a slow dance that made them both moan. He leaned up and kissed Cyprian’s nape and throat. Cyprian tilted his head back, giving him more access. His toes curled when he felt him touch the sensitive spot on his flesh.

“So this new throne…you told me it’s big, but is it warm as well?” Moargan teased.

“Scorching,” Cyprian said, reveling in the heady attention his prince gave him.

“It makes me want to stay here.”

“Fuck, lover.” Moargan exhaled on a heavy shudder when Cyprian rocked his hips, increasing the rhythm. He lit a red cinder cigarette and leaned back against the seat. “We should make this your one and only private seat.” He brushed a lock of black hair behind Cyprian’s ear, then continued to smoke and stare out of the window with flared nostrils. His mouth parted, and a growl spilled from his throat, spurring Cyprian on in his efforts to make his prince come. White hot sparkles lit up behind his fluttering eyes when Moargan brushed a hand over his cock. The cigarette was terrifyingly close to his erection. It didn’t stop Cyprian from bucking his hips and moaning. Moargan’s arm curled around his waist, and the prince started guiding his movements, matching them with his own rolling groin.

“You’re falling apart for me lover,” Moargan rasped. “And it’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” With every thrust he hit Cyprian’s prostate, making Cyprian mewl and writhe in Moargan’s hold.

“Moargan…”

“You want to come,aeon?”.

“Yes,” he whispered, head tilted back.

The cigarette was flicked away and Moargan let out a feral snarl as he lunged forward and went for Cyprian’s neck,sucking and nipping as he steadied Cyprian’s hips so he could thrust up more urgently.

Cyprian cried out when Moargan’s hold around his cock became firmer, stroking his slicken shaft faster until it matched the rocking of his lovemaking. He was so close, his balls so heavy, ready to spill.

“You see that, lover?” Moargan sucked on the spot on his throat, his voice a hum on shivering skin. “I can have you when I want you. I can have you all the time. Sitting on my dick like the delicious treat you are, fucking yourself on me. Because my body, too, craves you. My body chose you.” He sped up his hand, and Cyprian’s shaking in pleasure, eyes rolling back as he howled in ecstasy with his orgasm.

The tightness of Cyprian’s channel made Moargan climax, dick spurting inside Cyprian’s ass, filling Cyprian as he squeezed him tight and panted in his ear.

They stayed like this, enjoying the afterglow, before Moargan gave him a peck on his lips. “Beautiful. Now, let’s go. We’re here.”

“Where are we?” Cyprian gazed outside as he pulled off Moargan’s softening cock, accepting the towel to clean himself. They were no longer driving. “Is this your father’s house?”

“Yes. He wanted to see us.”

“Why?” Cyprian straightened his jacket and let a hand go through his hair. His stomach tightened with tension. “Is something going on?”

“Let’s find out.”

“Wait.” Cyprian grabbed Moargan’s arm before he could get out of the car. He stared into those amethyst eyes, insecurity and a sense of rejection battling inside him. Finally, he licked his lips, forcing himself to be strong. “Never mind.”

Moargan hooked his fingers under Cyprian’s chin and lifted it up so they faced each other. “None of that, lover. My father isa good man. You don’t have to be afraid of him. And I’m with you.”

Always.

The word lingered in the air.

Always.

They got out of the car.

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