Page 34 of Bleeding for the Prince
He was hard, his cock standing proud. Hyax nuzzled into his pubic hair and when he took him into his mouth, his whole body nearly short-circuited. Gwil whimpered as Hyax sucked his cock, the magical dildo in his arse buzzing and Hyax’s fingers gently stroking his sides. “Please, Hyax… I… need.”
In all his years, no one had ever made him feel so desired, and that it was a man as beautiful as Hyax made Gwil think he might be hallucinating this part of his afterlife at times. Hyax chuckled and Gwil let loose a stream of profanities. He wanted to come but Hyax wouldn’t let him.
Hyax sat back and circled Gwil’s belly button with his finger. “You are delightful.”
Gwil groaned as Hyax removed the dildo. He was overstimulated, on the brink of sobbing. As Hyax slid inside, his cock stretching Gwil’s sensitive arse, Gwil couldn’t think straight and he babbled incoherently as Hyax fucked him. A steady rhythm, deep and constant, Gwil loved every thrust. He’d been kept on the edge of pleasure, so close yet so far. Hyax banished the cock ring with a wave of his hand, and the gates opened as his orgasm roared through him, the world turning white. Hyax fucked him harder, using him to chase his own pleasure and gasped as he came.
They locked gazes as the world righted, and Hyax pressed butterfly kisses to his face and neck. He felt bereft as Hyax slipped out of him, and he wanted a cuddle, but he was still tied to the bed. He pulled at his bonds. “Please let me go. I want you to hold me.”
Hyax’s magic set him free, and he went willingly into the embrace, manhandled into lying with his head on Hyax’s chest. He let himself be carried away by the rhythmic beat of Hyax’sheart and the warm cocoon of his embrace and dozed in pure contentment.
“Don’t get too comfortable. Remember, we need to get you redressed and have Yia check your suit.”
“I’m going to need a minute and a shower before I put the suit back on.”
He’d have stayed where he was content and happy, but, after what felt like a couple of minutes which was actually half an hour, Hyax nudged him. “Come on. Let’s get you all cleaned up. I can’t wait to see the finished result of that suit.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gwil had been to several art galleries both before and after he’d died, but he couldn’t say he knew a lot about art. He’d tried over the years to appreciate the new developments but had struggled to understand the concepts behind modern and abstract interpretations and had pretty much come to the conclusion that great art peaked in the 1770s and anything since Gainsborough was a lost cause. He’d even got high with Warhol in the 60s, and it hadn’t helped him understand how a fucking can of soup could be worth immortalising in paint. Tonight’s offerings were no better, and he stared at a sculpture which was titledMesmer, turning his head from one side to the other, but still wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be looking at.
“Don’t you think the artist has captured the soul of the dying manticore to perfection?”
He turned to see a beautiful woman dressed in more chiffon than he thought current fashion would deem appropriate. Her eyes were wide and slightly glazed, and he guessed there might be some chemical component supporting her understanding of the artist’s works. “I can’t say I’m much of an expert onmanticore souls, but I don’t think I’d have gone in the puce direction. I’d have thought burnt umber more fitting.”
She rolled her eyes. “That is a very pedestrian way of thinking. You need to open your mind and stop living a mundane experience.”
Gwil didn’t get the chance to argue as she floated away. Not that anything he would say would sway her opinion of him as an ill-educated oik. Hyax came to stand at his side. “Who was that?”
“No idea. She liked the manticore,” he said, nodding in the thing’s direction.
“It’s a manticore?” Hyax said, squinting.
“Allegedly so, I’m not sure which bits are which, but you’re the art connoisseur, or at least that’s what I thought since you dragged me here.”
“Tonight is a friend’s opening night, and this is an exclusive gallery event. I wanted to be seen with my Prince’s Beloved. I didn’t drag you, you agreed to come.”
“You know I’m happy to be top-dollar arm candy, but I’m not what you’d call the target audience for this…” He gestured at the sculpture. “I’m more aDavidman myself.”
“Colour me surprised that you’d have an appreciation of the naked male form. We may need to broaden your horizons.”
“You weren’t complaining when you had me tied to your bed.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe your friend can explain it to me and I’d feel less of a muppet.”
“This isn’t Cassie’s work. Her medium is oils.” Hyax slipped his arm around his waist, a possessive gesture Gwil had become more accustomed to of late. Hyax seemingly wanted anyone who saw them to know where his true affections lay. He wasn’t complaining, but he would need to adapt, as he’d never been in a situation where he’d been so important to someone that they felt the need to message their attachment so clearly.
Gwil let Hyax steer him into another room where six large canvases had been hung. He was surprised by the size of them, their colours bold and vibrant, but he still had no clue what they were meant to be. As far as he could tell, there was no discernible subject, but a mix of swirls and squiggles. Pretty enough, but hardly earth-shattering.
“Perhaps the purple one would look good on the landing?” Hyax said.
“What? In our house?”
Hyax tutted. “Where else?”
“You can have that in your fairy castle, but not in Spitalfields. There’s not enough room, it’d look daft.”
“You’re a philistine.” Hyax jabbed him with his elbow. “No appreciation of something unique and beautiful.”
“Oh, you’re wrong about the second part. You’re unique and beautiful, and I appreciate you.”
