Page 62 of Trained Royal
He forewent the shower and helped Kieren onto the bed, undressing him down to his boxers and tucking him under the covers. He was out before Patrick had even finished picking up the clothes he’d taken off him.
Patrick chose to sit in the armchair he pulled into the room from the living area rather than settle beside him because he was worried about hurting Kieren if Patrick wriggled too much. He slid off his shoes and lifted his feet to the side of the bed, wanting some connection to him, then rested his head back and memorised every hill and valley of his face and neck.
The next thing he knew, the sunlight was streaming through a gap in the curtains. He yawned and rubbed his face, stretching his neck from side to side to ease the kink he’d given it from his awful sleeping position. He peered at Kieren, finding him awake and watching him.
“Good morning,” he rasped with a smile. “How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to guess how much your neck would hurt when you woke.” Kieren grinned, giving his face a younger look.
Patrick pulled his feet to the floor and winced. “Yeah, a lot. How are you feeling?” He scooted to the edge of the chair, reaching for Kieren’s hand.
“I’m feeling okay. A little sore, possibly from sleeping in the same position all night, but I’m good.” Kieren licked his lips slowly. “Good enough for a treat,” he murmured.
Patrick raised his eyebrows. “And what treat are you thinking of?”
“The kind where you get undressed and straddle me, so you can ride me to the edge.”
Patrick tapped a finger against his chin and pretended to think about it. “I don’t know. I think you might move too much and hurt yourself.” It was something he was concerned about, but if he was careful, they should be okay.
Kieren pulled on the hand he was holding until Patrick had no choice but to move to the bed—or kneel on the floor. The bed dipped as it took his weight, and he made sure not to let Kieren roll and hurt himself.
“Is there something you want?” Patrick whispered against Kieren’s lips.
“I want to feel you. It’s been too long.”
Patrick kissed him, tasting, licking, nipping at his mouth until they were both panting. He moved back, climbing off the bed, and undressed slowly. He wasn’t confident enough to give a show, but he could take his time and tease a bit. When he was down to his briefs, he climbed on the bed from Kieren’s feet, skimming his hands up his lover’s legs, around his hips, over his abs, bypassing the main area he knew Kieren wanted him to focus on. He braced a hand on either side of Kieren’s head, trying not to nudge him, then stared into his eyes.
“This will only work if you do as I say.” He brought out his Dom voice, hoping it would make Kieren listen more.
“Okay, Sir.”
He wasn’t sure he believed the quick acquiescence, but he’d soon find out. “You need to stay still and let me do my job. That means no thrusting, no reaching, no touching. Completely still because I don’t want to exacerbate your injury. If you move, I will stop.” Even if it killed him.
“Yes, Sir.”
Patrick narrowed his eyes. “Remember, you move, I stop.”
He nibbled at the slight scruff that was coming through on his jaw, noticing a small scar around the left side of his chin. Mentally noting to ask Kieren about it later, he continued his journey down his neck as far as he could with the sling being in the way, then refocused on his stomach. Not having access to his entire upper body was annoying, but he could manage with what he had to play with.
He dipped his tongue into Kieren’s belly button, smoothing his hands around his sides and bringing goosebumps to the surface. A harsh breath fell from Kieren’s lips, and Patrick peered up at him. His full lower lip was red and swollen as if he’d been biting it. Hiding his smile by pressing a kiss to Kieren’s stomach, Patrick continued his journey. He ran his fingers around Kieren’s waistband, dipping his fingertips into the fabric at his side and stretching it out as they joined at Kieren’s happy trail.
Patrick would never tire of seeing Kieren in all his naked glory. As his cock stood to attention as he pulled the underwear free, his mouth watered, wanting nothing more than to have it between his lips.
“Oh, god,” Kieren said. “The way you look at me is…” He shook his head and exhaled.
It’s a look of love, sweetheart.But Patrick didn’t say it aloud. Instead, he said it with his actions. He stripped Kieren’s boxers and threw them to the floor, then straddled his legs and leaned over his shaft. The deep purple, straining erection twitched as Patrick blew warm air over it. A pearl of precome beaded at the tip, and Patrick stared into Kieren’s eyes, stuck his tongue out and lapped it up. Kieren’s face tightened, and Patrick closed his eyes as the taste spread over his tongue.
Once the flavour dissipated, he licked over the shaft, getting it nice and wet before wrapping his lips around the head.
“Jesus!” Kieren gritted out, and his hips jerked.
Patrick knew it was involuntary, but he had to make a point. He pulled off and stared at Kieren with his eyebrows raised. Kieren grimaced and whispered, “Fuck.”
When he’d settled down, Patrick returned to his prize, sucking his cock deep into his mouth and swallowing around it. He took his time, not pushing for the big finale any time soon. He wanted Kieren on the edge for as long as he could keep him there without sending him over because he was saving that for when the man was inside him.
Every time Kieren came close and his body tensed, Patrick eased off, bringing him back down again—but not too far. Sweat coated both their skins, and Kieren’s hair was plastered to his scalp. He pulled off the last time and reached for the lube in the drawer. He didn’t know if there was any in there, but most men had it. He came up triumphant and wiggled the tube at Kieren, whose cheeks darkened further.
“This is just what we need,” Patrick said, sitting back on his heels. He squirted some onto his fingers and spread it generously. He arched his back and reached behind him, pressing against his hole. His eyelids drifted closed as he slid his finger inside his channel. He knew Kieren couldn’t see what he was doing, but he could guess from his actions and the noises he made.
