Page 35 of Trained Royal
“Shift up a little further.”
He did, moving further until Patrick was happy, and Kieren’s cock was far too close to Patrick for Kieren’s comfort. How would he hide his reactions if he liked it? What if he came all over Patrick? The leather against his skin felt amazing, and he tensed to ensure he didn’t do something embarrassing like rubbing against him.
“Colour?”
Kieren checked in with himself. “Green, sir.”
“I’m going to rub my hands on you to get you used to the feel of me touching you.”
It wasn’t a question, and Kieren didn’t reply, but he jumped a little when Patrick’s warm hands touched his upper back. The soft skin traced over his shoulder blades, spine, sides and lower until he paused at Kieren’s lower back.
“Colour?”
“Green, sir.” Kieren wet his lips after hearing the hoarseness of his voice.
Patrick’s hands smoothed over his ass cheeks and quickly to his upper thighs. With every move, Patrick’s leather-clad thighs rubbed against his cock, and Kieren closed his eyes as he felt himself responding. The hands rose to his ass again, this time kneading his cheeks, pressing them together and digging his thumbs into his skin. He rested his forehead on his arms and breathed into the space between.
“Colour?”
“Green, sir.”
“You’re doing great. Are you ready to go a little further?”
“Yes, sir.”
He tensed in preparation for the sting, but a hand moved to caress his back while the other stayed on his ass. Nothing happened, and Kieren felt himself relaxing again. Before he could react, the hand on his ass lifted and came down with a loud smack. An immediate sting spread from the point of contact on the fleshy part of his ass out across his skin. It didn’t last long, instead turning into a warmth, and when Patrick rubbed a hand over it, it soothed the leftover prickle effect.
“Colour?”
“Green, sir.”
The hand came down again, and a similar experience happened on his other ass cheek. A sting, a warmth, then a soothing of it, along with a caress along his back or neck. It continued, and each time Patrick asked for his colour. He forgot to be bothered by his nakedness. He forgot about everything outside of what he was experiencing.
“You’re doing well, Kieren. I’m proud of you.”
The next smack sent a tendril of heat to his groin, and he jerked his hips automatically, biting his lip to withhold his groan when his cock rubbed against the leather.
“Don’t hide from me. It’s okay. Whatever happens is okay. Let yourself go. Let me hear you.”
Another smack and Kieren lifted his head to move his hands to grip the covers beneath him. Another smack and he groaned, louder that time, his hips rocking into Patrick’s legs. Another smack, the sting and warmth intensifying, and he hissed.
“Colour?”
“Green, sir,” he panted.
Fingers threaded into his hair, scratching at his scalp as another smack landed. Kieren exhaled, twisting his hands in the fabric. He could feel an orgasm teasing his body, not quite ready to go but climbing slowly. His hips had a mind of their own, and every time Patrick landed another smack, he bucked, and with every soothing caress of his hand, he arched into it.
“Do you want to come like this, Kieren?” Patrick whispered.
“Please, sir. Please.”
Several more, and Kieren’s climax barrelled down on him. He curled in on himself as his cock erupted against Patrick’s legs, pressing his forehead into the covers while his hands gripped tightly. He was aware of Patrick’s hands on him but not what he was doing or saying. The release lasted longer than he could remember them lasting before, though his mind was fuzzy.
When the orgasm finally released him from its clutches, he sank into Patrick, breath sawing in and out and sweat coating him. He became aware of hands running over his back and murmurings he couldn’t understand. He stayed where he was until Patrick lifted him and deposited him to his side, the cool air making his wet abdomen more evident, but not for long because a warm cloth washed it away. Kieren had no energy to open his eyes and figure out what Patrick was doing.
Something poked at his lips, and he opened one eye, seeing Patrick holding a cup with a straw. He sucked the sweet-tasting drink, his mind finally understanding what Patrick was doing.Aftercare. What he’d done for Patrick. What heneededto do for Patrick, too. He drank some more, then lifted a hand to Patrick, pulling on his shoulder until he lay beside him with a chuckle.
“Drink,” Kieren rasped. Patrick held the straw to his mouth, but Kieren shook his head. “You drink.” Patrick lowered his eyes until Kieren put a finger beneath his chin and lifted it. “Drink for me. Please, sir.”
