Page 67 of Cinder
“Yes,” Cin moaned, and the end of the word was dragged out of him as Lorenz ran a finger in, then out, and in then out again. Cin inhaled so sharply it felt like a sob. The ache insidehim thickened, burning deeper, like if Lorenz only pushed a little more, a little more, he’d light a spark all the way through Cin.
“Do you know how handsome you look?” Lorenz whispered as he pushed further in, enough to make Cin want for more and more again.
He arched, burning with need. He didn’t feel handsome—he felt desperate and undone, small and hungry and a little frustrated in the very best way. “Do I?”
“I can show you…” Lorenz said.
And Cin wasn’t quite sure what he could mean by that, until he scooted back, enough for Cin to see between Lorenz’s legs again. He lifted two fingers drenched in Cin’s wetness, grinning, then brought them to his own hole. As he pressed into himself, his princely arrogance shattered into whimpers of need. To watch him spread himself open, Cin felt raw.
A part of him begged to reach forward, to push Lorenz’s fingers farther and make him gasp and groan and writhe, but he was still too frozen, locked in his own feelings as Lorenz repeated the motion, thrice over, until he had three fingers inside himself, Cin’s wetness dripping between the crack of his ass. Lorenz’s cock twitched as he pulled out.
A sloppy smile on his face, he struggled to his feet, and Cin could do nothing but blink at him.
“I may not do much intimate entertaining here,” he said, opening a chest against the foot of his bed. “But I do store a couple of fun things I’ve collected over the years. I’ve been waiting for the right person for this one…”
He drew a wrapped package forth, unbuckling the fabric around it as he sat, clearly delicate for the sake of his hard cock and wet hole. It took Cin a moment to understand the contraption he pulled free. Part of it was in the form of a cock—a fine one at that—but then the piece curved around, cupping downward from where the member would normally sit, only torise back up in a small, bulbous—oh. Heat flashed through Cin and his asshole tightened around the wetness still coated there as he realized: were the cock to be held between his legs, the end would have to be pressed upintohim.
Cin should not have loved the thought of that so, having so little experience with how it might feel, but then everything in him was screaming that he did know, that heneededto know.
“You don’t have to,” Lorenz said, “if you aren’t—”
Cin cut him off. “If you put that inside me, I swear I am going to fuck you so hard that you’ll trade your kingdom to come.”
The little flash of powerless desperation that slid across Lorenz’s face was worth that entire kingdom and more. Lorenz dragged a bit more of Cin’s wetness over the bulb of the piece before lowering it between Cin’s legs.
Anxiety flared through Cin as the bulb pressed against his opening, clearly bigger that Lorenz’s fingers had been. He held his breath, trying to focus on his earlier want, on the thought of it already inside him, pressing against him, making him wide and full and—
Cin breathed out, and so gently he barely realized it, Lorenz forced him open. His lashes fluttered as the sensation caught up to him—not pain, but something that sat between it and pleasure, sharp and rough but blissful too. A moan slipped out of him, his inhales shaky as the bulb settled into place.
Lorenz pressed a little farther, and Cin could feel the piece’s curved length fitting beneath his folds, the nub at the end of its imitation of a cock sliding up to rub against Cin’s sweet spot. It felt good, in an intrusive, delirious way, and it felt, too, of magic. When Lorenz let go, it clung to Cin like magic too, the little nub against his clit humming subtly. He closed his eyes and let the feeling tingle through him, as though his body were a different shape, stretched and pressed until his senses were all a beautiful mess.
“Look at yourself,” Lorenz whispered.
Cin almost didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be disappointed. But the way Lorenz cupped the side of his face, their thighs brushing, breathes intermingling, made it worth the risk.
When he opened his eyes, be found the carved piece between his legs, long and hard and lovely.
A thought flashed through his mind: he could have had this—the real thing, anyway. When he’d gone to the woods, met with the monster there, he could have asked for more than his chest to be reborn. But as he shifted up, helping Lorenz spread his legs, angling his hips until his wet, tight hole was there for the taking, Cin decided he’d made the right choice. What he wanted, what he craved, wasn’t a cock between his legs—it was the ability to make his prince weak for him and see him writhe and beg as he was fucked, and now he had that.
Cin had everything he wanted.
From the physical, at least. With Lorenz on his back, Cin could see the outline of the cage around his heart where his shirt fabric draped across it. The fire danced shadows over it, and Cin reached up. He could feel the way his ornamental cock bumped Lorenz’s flesh one as he unlaced Lorenz’s undershirt further, then further still, until it hung beneath the metal. Lorenz shivered. His gaze met Cin’s.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “Please.”
Cin hovered over him, his skin inches away from his prince’s, and he felt like one half of a pair of magnets, his body wanting nothing more than to collide with Lorenz’s. Still, he whispered back, slow and silky, “Are you askingme?”
“Yes, my dove,” Lorenz pleaded. “My Royal Highness, my l—” His body seemed to swallow the last word for him, misery crossing his face, and Cin took pity on him.
Using one hand to help—he didn’t want to get this wrong—he found Lorenz’s hole with the tip of the ornamental cock, andpushed. That first pressure was almost too much against his clit, a taunting vibration spilling through the front of the magical fuck-piece and down along his tender, swollen skin. But then the shudder ended up in his ass, and Cin could not help but buck into Lorenz. They both moaned together, sloppy and tense.
“Please,” Lorenz said, his voice hoarse with want.
Cin’s smugness tried to work its way onto his face, but he wasn’t sure whether it would make it between his moans and gasps as he pulled back and pushed in again, feeling the same wave of pleasure rush through his lower regions. The final thrum of it spurred him faster, harder. Lorenz released a sound like a sob, his head tipping back.
Cin tried a slightly different angle, and this time Lorenz’s response was a gasp and a tremble.
He couldn’t tell if that was right or not. “Where is the best—”
