Page 56 of The Beauty and His Beast

“No, Everild, it doesn’t hurt, I promise,” Camdyn gasped. The head of Everild’s cock was in him, teasing him as Everild held him up. “It’s just—it’s just different. Please?”

Everild stared up at him, brows furrowed, but then he nodded and relaxed.

He eased himself down, inch by inch, until Everild was fully inside him and Camdyn was clenching around his husband’s cock.

Camdyn buried his face in the crook of his neck, gasping and shivering in his husband’s arms. Everild let out a hiss. His hands circled around Camdyn’s waist, fingers digging into his hips. “Oh, fuck, Camdyn—Are you alright?”

“I—” Camdyn swallowed. He felt a bit dizzy. Everild was fully sheathed inside him, stretching him out, filling him up, and holding him so sweetly and tightly. He smelled of sweat and lust and passion, and it was— Camdyn lifted his head. He pressed his lips to Everild’s before pulling back and panting, “You feel so good in me. I didn’t know you would feel that good. Just—just wait a moment, please? I just—”

Everild’s rasp was full of gentle affection. “Of course.”

They stayed like that, nestled against one another, as Camdyn’s breathing calmed. His husband stroked his back in long, soothing movements, his calloused hands rubbing pleasantly against Camdyn’s skin. Camdyn sighed and then slowly, tentatively rolled his hips.

His husband’s long, thick cock pulsed inside him, rubbing against his inner walls. It felt so good. The noise that Camdyn made was half a gasp and half a sob.

Everild choked out, still worried, “Slowly. Go slow—fuck—” He broke off into a groan as Camdyn tried another experimental roll of his hips. And then another. And another.

“Yes, Everild,” Camdyn moaned, “Oh, yes—yes, I—oh, Everild—”

His moans grew louder each time he rocked against Everild’s body. When he pressed his hands to Everild’s shoulders and lifted himself up—just a little bit—to fall back down on Everild’s cock, their skin slapped together, and Camdyn began to cry out. He covered his hand with his mouth, blushingfuriously—but his husband grabbed his wrist and then sharply thrust up into him, forcing a strangled scream of pleasure from Camdyn’s throat.

“Don’t hide your sounds,” Everild rasped into his ear. “Let me hear them. I need to know you’re enjoying this. That I’m making you feel good.”

His next thrust sent Camdyn shaking. He kissed his husband’s neck and panted, “E-Everild—you are the only one who ever—you are so good, no one has ever made me feel like you do—Oh! I love you, I love you, I love you—”

Everild growled another curse. “Fuck.” It made Camdyn’s cock twitch. It was trapped between their stomachs; each time Camdyn ground against Everild, it rubbed against his stomach, smearing his abs with precum.

His husband thrust inside Camdyn with a slow, steady rhythm—as if he were savoring the feeling.

Camdyn’s toes curled. His nails dug into Everild’s back. He closed his eyes and tossed his head back, gasping for breath. Everild’s hands moved from his back to his hips, and suddenly Camdyn was no longer the one moving—it was Everild, lifting him up and pulling him back down onto him.

“Camdyn…” He gasped his name like a prayer, his voice full of love and longing, hands gripping him tight, cock impossibly thick inside him—

Camdyn came with a cry, spilling onto Everild’s chest as he embraced him. He shivered in his husband’s arms, feeling himself clenching around Everild’s cock as each wave of his orgasm rolled through him.

Everild flipped him onto his back. Camdyn’s legs spread wide and high in the air as Everild crawled on top of him. Never once did he stop moving his hips; his thrusts became even more frantic as he fucked Camdyn through his trembling bursts of pleasure. It was all too much and yet not enough—Camdynnestled into the crook of Everild’s neck as his husband moaned. It was a good feeling—to hear his lover’s noises of pleasure, to know that he was the one drawing those sounds from Everild. That all he could do was hold tight and be taken, such was the intensity of Everild’s desire for him. He wanted more.

“Everild,” he murmured, “Everild—inside me, please, I want to feel you come inside me—”

His husband had always given him everything he ever asked for.

Almost as soon as the words left Camdyn’s lips, Everild gave one final deep thrust, tensed, and groaned. Then Camdyn felt himself being filled with his cum. Everild collapsed on top of him, panting, his hips still rocking against Camdyn’s.

It was always hot and sticky when it hit his skin, but inside him—another shiver of pleasure flowed through his body. This was Everild in the best of ways: his husband touching him, covering him, wrapped around him, inside him, filling him. Camdyn was absolutely and utterly surrounded by his love.

Did he make Everild feel just as adored? Just as happy? To be certain, he nuzzled against his neck, pressed kisses to Everild’s cooling skin beaded with sweat, and said, “I love you. That was wonderful, and I love you so much.”

The much-abused bed creaked as Everild sat up to look at him. He was smiling, but there was worry in his eyes. “It wasn’t too much? I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, Everild, you felt—amazing.”

“Wanted this to be perfect for you,” Everild mumbled, blushing. “But I kind of… lost control there at the end.”

“I liked that. I like feeling you like that. I like that you want me.”

Everild stroked his cheek. “I always want you. Was it really all right? Did you enjoy yourself?”

Camdyn teased, “Your Majesty, now I think you’re fishing for compliments.” But he enjoyed giving them, especially to Everild, who hadn’t received nearly enough of them in his life. And so he continued, “When you were in me—you felt so good, I didn’t want it to end. But—but when you came inside me—I liked that. I want you to do that more.”

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