Page 65 of The Prince and the Ice King

“Slower.” Jack barely bit the word out, afraid the young man, supposedly inexperienced, would cause himself to choke. He had unknown talents, because he didn’t gag as he swallowed Jack deeper and then pulled off. “What was that… about never frequenting brothels? Perhaps not as a client.”

“I-I’d never—”

“I know, but then you are a natural.” Jack dipped to Reardon’s lips again, and Reardon sucked him in past the tip without prompting, farther,farther, and then off again.

“D-does that mean I please you, Majesty?” His mouth looked sinfully red and shiny with drool still leaking from the corners.

“You could please me more.” Jack dropped his hips more insistently, forcing Reardon to take half of him at once, but from there he let Reardon control how much he was willing to swallow. Inexperience gave way to instinct as Reardon found a rhythm, taking Jack in and out,inand out, a little deeper each time.

No bath, no clothing, no covers had made Jack feel this warm in centuries, rocking down between the pliant lips of the Emerald Prince.

“Keep on… but touch yourself while you do.”

A grateful hum responded, Reardon’s left hand twisting into the sheets while the right found his length with practiced ease and started pumping madly.

“Slower. But suck harder.”

Reardon whined, so close to finishing, Jack knew, because he could see his hips stuttering and stomach clenching with the need that wasn’t being met. Jack needed it too. He was having trouble keeping his thrusts into Reardon’s mouth civil. How easy it would have been to fuck that mouth raw, willing and open beneath him—but Jack wanted this to last, wanted Reardon’s thighs quaking from a much better connection.

“Up. Forward on your knees. Now.” Jack lifted away to keep from listing to one side as he calmed the mad thrum in his ears and reached for the oils.

“But Majesty—”

“Now.”

The strain in Reardon’s face as he stopped stroking was pitiable, but he simply didn’t yet know how much better this could be. He listened,lifting with effort to get onto his knees, head pointing the correct direction now, as he leaned onto his forearms, keeping his ass up and his knees parted.

Jack squeezed himself to still the growing ache, made no easier by that stimulating sight. He’d leave Reardon a blissed-out, gibbering mess if he did this right—and he intended to.

The oil he chose was thick and moisturizing for after a bath and smelled faintly of cedar and roses. The large bed barely shifted with his slow crawl toward Reardon, but he knew when Reardon was aware of just how close he got, because he thrust his hips backward.

“So warm…,” Jack said, cupping Reardon’s ass while his oil-slicked fingers trailed down between his cheeks, teasing lightly at the puckered skin.

Reardon mewled and thrust back harder into his touch.

“So sensitive and desperate, but you have to be patient… so you don’t spill all over my sheets when I firstpress—” Jack reached the waiting entrance that flexed at his approach, giving way the moment he pushed in the tip of a finger. “—inside.”

“Jack.”

The utterance made Jack falter. He’d heard Reardon say it before, but not directly calling him that. In such a plaintive voice, it made him want to wring more sounds out of the prince.

“Is this what you envisioned?” Jack twisted his finger in deeper.

Unintelligible murmurs replied.

Jack took that as permission to begin a gentle thrust. Reardon was tight but open enough that a single finger found its way inside without trouble, discovering the slick curves that would soon encompass Jack. Reardon stopped trying to hold himself up and became a limp and submissive puddle, weak sounds of discovered ecstasy catching in his throat as he rocked back and back andbackto pull Jack in deeper.

Jack twirled a second finger over Reardon’s hole, picturing the way the prince’s lips had enveloped his head. He pressed a second digit inside.

“Ah!” Reardon’s head snapped up with a pained gasp.

Virgin, Jack reminded himself, returning to only one. “You’re tight.”

“Th-that’s… good?”

“It can be. But too tight hurts. I won’t be fucking you tonight, little prince.”

“But Majesty—!”

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