Page 74 of Pining for the Prince
Hyax leant over and kissed him. “Now be a good boy and drink your magic potion.”
Gwil uncorked the vial and gave it a sniff. “Strawberry?”
Not the reaction Hyax was expecting but then he’d had no idea the effect the elf blood would have and there was nothing to say it wouldn’t have improved the smell. “There’s no strawberries in it, but magic potions are not known for following the normal sensory pathways.”
Hyax scanned the book again and prepared himself to be ready to cast after Gwil had swallowed, and then again when he swallowed a few minutes later.
“Here goes,” Gwil said, and saluted Hyax with the vial before knocking its contents back in one shot. “Not that bad, it’s got a bit of a strange aftertaste… urgh… I take it back it’s like rotten mushrooms.”
He handed Gwil the hipflask. “Best not to think about it.”
Gwil guzzled down the French 64 with much more appreciative noises and Hyax began the simplistic chant that accompanied the potion while concentrating on Chase’s signature that sat safely in his pocket.
Hyax got on his knees, ready to move to the next part of the ritual. Gwil made a low keening noise and from the bulge in his trousers he wasn’t going to have any trouble with his part. “Feels nice does it?”
“Super tingly in places that are very happy to be tingled.”
Hyax placed his hands on Gwil’s knees and felt the frisson of magic, but different from what he’d expected, the energy calmerand condensed and he couldn’t help but think what other things they could do together.
“Get your cock out. I’m not doing all the work here.”
Gwil was quick to obey, and moments later his cock stood to attention. It would be no hardship to suck Gwil. He enjoyed giving head and once they were home, he’d bury himself in Gwil’s arse as he’d have no time for reciprocation, and he didn’t want to fuck Gwil in Flume’s house.
Given the excellent state of Gwil’s arousal, there’d been no need for gentle teasing and the low hiss Gwil let out as Hyax swallowed him down made him think this was not going to be a protracted affair. He needed Gwil to come as soon as possible and he was still getting to know Gwil’s triggers when it came to getting him off; all but two of the men he’d been with had loved blowjobs, and learning how to repress his gag reflex had been a huge hit.
But Gwil was his boyfriend, and he didn’t want it to be too clinical, although he was using him in a technical sense, Hyax didn’t want him to feel like it. He fondled Gwil’s balls as he bobbed up and down. Gwil had been vocal on their previous sessions, but here he was trying to keep the noise down.
His vampire physiology meant Gwil ran slightly cooler but he bucked and moaned like any other man and Hyax suspected the potion had heightened his sensitivity. He sucked harder and sped up, Gwil’s fingers in his hair. He panted, getting more erratic. Hyax hummed and that sent Gwil over the edge with a strangled cry.
Gwil’s release hit his tongue, it was spicier than usual and made his mouth fizz. He sat back and muttered the words to link Chase’s signature to the energy from the filtered potion. The pulse flew through him and burst in an explosion of magic as he collapsed backwards and stared up at the ceiling, his vision blurring with a golden shimmer.
He went willingly as Gwil gathered him into his arms and his vision returned to normal. “Are you okay?” Gwil asked, stroking his hair.
“Yeah, bigger discharge of energy than I was expecting.” He was surprised he was fine, nothing awry with his magic and the residual tingling had abated. “I’m good.”
Gwil helped him to his feet. “Do you think it worked?”
“It did something, exactly what we’ll have to see, but I’m pretty confident it did as it should. When will we hear from Copperpipe?”
“As soon as he knows something? If it worked he could pop up anytime.”
“He’s never been the most reliable, have you got a way to get hold of him, rather than him coming to you.”
“Look, it’s just the way it is. I’ve tried to give him a mobile phone but he dropped it in a waste pipe, and he ate the carrier pigeon we tried back in the beginning of the twentieth century.”
“So wait and see.”
“He really wants the opera tickets, enough so that if they find anything they’ll keep watching and tail anyone who leaves the location.”
They didn’t have another option, and Gwil’s dirt dwellers had come through before. There was a knock on the door. “Are you finished?” called Flume. “I assume so as I have an individual in my kitchen wearing a sack. Wouldn’t give its name, just asked for Fangface.”
Gwil opened the door.
“Does he look like a rotten potato?” Hyax asked, and Gwil tutted.
“There is something a bit tuber-esque about him,” Flume said.
“His name is Copperpipe and given he’s probably here to give us the location of Chase and the elves he’s working with, you could be less of an arsehole.”
