Page 33 of The Beauty and His Beast

God preserve him. Everild bit back a moan as the scenario played out in his mind—Camdyn, rocking back on his well-oiled fingers, stretched and ready and begging for him. He gave the base of his cock a squeeze before replying, “Don’t worry about that now. Today is about your pleasure.”

“Okay,” his husband whispered. He fiddled with his hands. Everild guided him onto his back. Another kiss to Camdyn’s curls seemed to calm him somewhat, but he had to be certain his husband was ready—that he wanted this.

“Are you comfortable, Camdyn? We can stop at any time. Just tell me. Do you want to stop now?”

“No, no, please—I’m just nervous. I don’t—I’ve—I’ve touched myself before, but never…” He swallowed. “I’m not sure if I know how to be good for you.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Everild said again. “I want to see you. I want to feel you. I want to watch your reactions to everything I do so that I know what you like. So I know how best to pleasure you.”

“Oh.” Camdyn bit his lip. “How do you want me?”

“Just like this.” Everild ran a calloused hand up Camdyn’s hips to the side of his ribs, marveling at his pretty, smooth skin. “I’m going to keep kissing and touching you, okay?”

Camdyn nodded and settled against the blankets and pillows, his arms on either side of his head, eyes closed, lips parted in anticipation. He moaned as Everild ran his tongue along his lower lip, and when Everild moved on, he sighed.

One day, he would cover Camdyn’s entire body with his own, worship every bit of his lovely form with his own rough, scarred one. But for now, Everild gladly roved over his husband’s figure, exploring him with his mouth, his kisses increasingly desperate. First his jaw. Then the freckles on his neck. When Everild brought Camdyn’s nipples to his mouth, his husband shivered beneath him, but he barely had time to gasp before Everild moved down to lick at his stomach. The younger man must have anticipated what would be the next focus of Everild’s adoration because he slowly parted his legs so that Everild could crawl between them.

His cock was hard and pink, and Everild wanted nothing more than to taste this part of his husband, but as he shifted, Camdyn began to tremble once more. “Everild?” he asked. He reached for Everild, and so with one hand, Everild gently rubbed his hip and with the other, he clasped Camdyn’s hand.

“I’ve got you,” Everild murmured, sucking on the inside of Camdyn’s thighs, his beard brushing against his skin. It made Camdyn tremble in a different way; the remaining tension left his body as he broke into a fit of giggles.

Everild grinned. “Laughing at me?” he asked. “I thought you liked it when I did this.” He shook Camdyn’s thigh and pressed another kiss to it.

“Ha! Oh, I do, but you’re tickling me.”

“How? When I do this?” He rubbed his beard along his leg and was rewarded with another round of giggles.

“Yes! Your beard—“

Then Everild tightened his grip on Camdyn’s hand and hip and asked, “What about when I do this?” and pulled his husband’s pretty cock into his mouth.

Camdyn threw his head back against the pillows and screamed. He writhed on the blankets as Everild held him tight and sucked the precum from the head of his shaft. The drops on his tongue and the sweat on his husband’s skin were hot and slightly salty, his soft whimpers and gasps were sweet, and it was all absolutely delicious, completely divine.

Everild moaned around Camdyn’s cock, and Camdyn shivered and cried, “Oh, God, oh, God, oh my God—“ and he thought, dazed with lust and passion,This is the first time I’ve heard him pray.

With some reluctance, he released his hold on Camdyn’s hand, but it was fleeting. The grip on his husband’s hard, leaking shaft was even better as he immediately and seemingly unconsciously thrust into his fist, moaning. With his breath puffing against Camdyn’s cock, Everild asked, “Does that feel good, Camdyn?”

“Yes, God, please, Everild, please—don’t stop—“ He keened as Everild tongued at the slit on the head of his cock,wailed when Everild took the entire length of him in his mouth. “Everild!”

The entire castle must have heard them. The thought was intoxicating. Everyone would know now. He had been the Beast and had maimed and broken men’s bodies, including his own, but here in this bedroom, he was Everild, Camdyn’s husband, a man who could bring ecstasy to his lover, who could evoke his high, rapturous cries.

Suddenly, Camdyn scrabbled at his hair. “Everild—Everild, I’m going to—“ It was a warning that he paid no heed to, opting instead to bob his head along Camdyn’s cock, determined to wring every single drop of cum from him.

Camdyn arched his back and spilled down Everild’s throat. He swallowed it greedily, stroking Camdyn’s thighs as he shuddered through his orgasm. Only when he was sure that his husband was completely spent, softening and over-sensitive in his mouth, did he gently pull away. The younger man was flushed and panting and so completely gorgeous—Everild could not resist trying for another kiss. Camdyn smiled and softly sighed, turning eagerly to him. Everild tasted Camdyn’s cum and Camdyn’s spit and felt his husband shift to embrace him, and it was bliss—and he ached.

Camdyn noticed, too. “You, Everild?” His fingers tentatively stroked the side of Everild’s cock.

Groaning, Everild said, “Not going to last. Can I—“ He stopped, uncertain and not a little embarrassed.

“What is it?”

“Let me—“ He swallowed. He didn’t have the words for this. “Let me—finish against you?” He brushed his hand up Camdyn’s thigh and stomach.

“Oh, yes, please. I want to feel you, too.”

He crawled over Camdyn, kissing him again, and pressed their hips together. His husband's soft skin was delightfulfriction against his long-neglected cock. Their foreheads touched; Camdyn’s eyes were dark, his expression one of hazy satisfaction. The thought that he had done that—that he had given his husband such pleasure—spurred the heat in Everild’s cock. He rolled his hips frantically against Camdyn’s, dripping precum, panting and grunting.

“Can I?” Camdyn asked, and Everild had no idea what it was he wanted—but always, always, always, he would give it, he would allow it, anything for Camdyn, and so he nodded and then moaned as Camdyn reached between them and took him in his hand and stroked.

---