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Adoring. Affectionate.
More.
“Your Rudy never did that?”
Zel laughed. “No. And I am glad,so gladthat my first time was with you.”
Ulrich laid Zel down from how he had lifted him by the hips. As Zel rested there, still with Ulrich sheathed inside him, he reached to stroke himself. He was still hard. Still unfinished. Ulrich couldn’t have that, pleasant as it was to watch Zel’s fingers slide along his shaft.
Ulrich pushed Zel’s hand aside.
“Come for me, little cabbage,” he said, but rather than stroke Zel, Ulrich slid out of him finally and shifted lower to swallow him like before. He sucked harder than earlier. Firmer. Fervent. He knew Zel was on the brink and wanted to swallow everything Zel had to give.
“U-Ulrich!” Zel cried when he spilled, and that cry may have been the sweetest sound from him yet.
Ulrich drank every drop and licked lower, beneath Zel’s sac to clean up some of his own spillage.
“Oh… how I’ve fantasized about that,” Zel murmured.
“These past few weeks, so have I.”
“I think I could drift off to sleep like this.”
“Then do so. I will take care of the mess.”
“I may have to take you up on that.”
Ulrich had never seen such peace on Zel’s face before, like the peace he felt in himself. He was still bound to Zel by some of that golden hair wrapped around his wrist, but as Zel began to drift off, the hair unwound itself and became limp.
He would never let Zel see just how much the loss of the hair’s touch pained him, somehow greater than it used to feel, having known reprieve. But he couldn’t remain tethered to Zel every moment. Ulrich’s curse was his to bear until it rightfully ended.
Soon.
He had decided. He was not going to offer Zel up to the terrible fate that would have awaited him if he hadn’t passed Ulrich’s tests. Yes, Zel was a killer. A thief. He had faults like anyone. But he was not vile, nor cruel, nor deserving of the condemnation Ulrich had been ready to dispense.
So no, he was not going to enact that part of his plan. What he’d expected of a child raised by thieves and murderers was not what he had received. But he was going to complete the main part of his plan and allow his assassin, his darling little cabbage…
To kill him.
Eleven
ZEL
Zel blinked awake slowly. He had slept more deeply in Ulrich’s bed than he had in his own since coming here. Perhaps better than in his bed back home. The room materialized slowly as he opened his eyes, and although he assumed he was alone now, the memories of last night, of finally giving himself to someone fully and having all his desires fulfilled, would keep him company until—
“Finally awake, little cabbage?”
The bed dipped as a body rolled toward Zel, with long arms wrapping around him and tugging him flush against the powerful figure behind him. Zel almost didn’t believe it when he glanced over his shoulder and found the violet eyes and starlightcurls that framed Ulrich’s handsome face. “You stayed,” he said breathlessly.
“This is my room.”
Zel snorted. “But you don’t need to sleep. Do you?”
“I do not, but your warmth made it difficult to want to leave the bed.” Ulrich lifted up enough above Zel to coil more possessively around him and claimed a kiss. It was a slow, indulgent, deep kiss that made Zel twitch between his legs with ripening hardness, just as he felt a similar reaction from Ulrich against his hip.
Zel deepened their kiss further, clinging to Ulrich just as greedily.
There were no secrets between them now. None from Zel anyway. He didn’t have to pretend anything anymore. But that didn’t mean he was free.
