Page 11 of Trained Royal
Kieren’s pupils flared, and he slammed his mouth onto Patrick’s, stealing his air. Patrick tightened his hold, letting Kieren take whatever he wanted from him. His brain was firing his nerve endings, sending sparks of fire along his body and into his groin. It had been a long time since he’d done anything with anyone, but he would keep himself from exploding within the first few seconds if it was the last thing he did. He didn’t want this to end sooner than it had to because the moment reality intruded, it would be over. He knew it.
Kieren straddled him, making it impossible for him to wrap his legs around him like he wanted to, but he circled his hips, brushing their groins together. He could feel Kieren’s cock against his own, and it was glorious. He slid a hand into Kieren’s waistband as Kieren grasped Patrick’s head in his hands. While Patrick’s hands wandered onto his tight ass, which flexed when Patrick squeezed it, Kieren’s mouth devoured him.
Patrick couldn’t remember a time when a kiss had felt life-changing, yet right at the same time. He never wanted it to end, but he needed more. He turned his face to the side to grab some air and whisper, “More.”
Kieren took his mouth again, but this time, his hand moved down his body, tugging at Patrick’s shorts at the same time. Patrick got the message and pulled at Kieren’s shorts, too, taking them below his ass and freeing his cock and balls. Patrick wriggled to get his shorts down, and when his dick met Kieren’s, he groaned into his mouth.
Kieren wrapped a hand around both their shafts and pumped. Electricity sparked through Patrick’s groin, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Fuck! You feel too good,” Kieren gasped, resting their foreheads together.
Patrick stared down at their dicks, squeezed in Kieren’s fist, their tips leaking fluid and making a mess of Patrick’s stomach. It was a sight he’d remember as long as he lived.
“Patrick…” Kieren’s eyes bored into his, and Patrick knew they were in the same boat.
“Come for me, Kieren,” he whispered against his lips.
Kieren tensed, biting down on Patrick’s lower lip as he came. Patrick wanted to watch his cock, but the expression on Kieren’s face transfixed him. His own body seized, and his nails embedded themselves in Kieren’s back and ass when his orgasm hit him. The way they stared into each other’s eyes as their releases claimed them should’ve been strange, but it was more real than anything Patrick had ever experienced.
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Chapter 4
Kieren
Kieren stared at the man beneath him as his mind cursed him from heaven to hell for what he’d done. As their joint releases cooled between them, he realised he still held their cocks in his hand. He gently let go and braced himself on two arms again, sighing. Finally breaking eye contact, he closed his eyes and shook his head.
“Don’t,” Patrick said, his voice breaking.
Kieren opened his eyes again, and he flinched at the pain filling Patrick’s eyes, the pain that had vanished while they were…together. “I’m—”
“If you say sorry, I’m going to kick your ass.”
Kieren couldn’t help the quirk of his mouth at the words. “Really?”
Patrick glared at him and lifted his chin. “I got you down to the floor, didn’t I?” His cheeks flushed an adorable red as he unintentionally referenced their current predicament.
Nodding, Kieren said, “You did. Well done.” It had impressed him that Patrick had got himself free, even though it ended with them both being winded. If they hadn’t been distracted by…other things, Patrick could’ve easily pushed Kieren off and escaped.
He sighed, and his dick nudged Patrick, causing a ripple of awareness to flow through him again. Swallowing hard, he lifted and set his shorts to rights, wanting to do the same for Patrick but not knowing if he had permission to. He glanced at him, finding his gaze already on him, and made a split-second decision. Tearing his gaze from Patrick’s, he pulled the waistband of Patrick’s shorts up over his spent cock and smoothed the T-shirt back into place, covering the evidence of their releases.
“Sorry about that.” He waved a hand to Patrick’s stomach without looking up at him.
“Don’t be. Please, god, don’t be sorry.”
Kieren peered down at him, seeing a sheen of tears. “I’m sorry for the mess, not…anything else.” He wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but Patrick needed to hear the words.
Kieren stood, holding out his clean hand to help Patrick up. They stood facing one another in silence until Patrick whispered, “Shower with me?”
“It’s not a good idea.” Kieren couldn’t in all good conscience let what they did become anything more than it was already. Patrick was a prince, someone completely out of Kieren’s reach, especially as he was supposed to protect him. If they became more, he couldn’t do his job. Plus, if anyone ever found out, they would probably reassign him. There was a reason people in relationships didn’t work together.
Patrick nodded with a lowered head and turned to leave.
“Thank you,” Kieren said.
Patrick paused and faced him, his expression one Kieren didn’t remember seeing previously. Before he knew what had happened, he was on the floor on his back, the wind knocked out of him again, and Patrick was walking away. When his brain came back online, Patrick was gone, and Kieren was glad because he couldn’t contain his laughter. The prince had taken him down with a well-timed foot behind Kieren’s ankle and shove. If that didn’t prove how much strength—not physical, but emotional—the guy had, nothing would. Kieren had shot him down and thanked him for the experience, making Patrick undoubtedly feel like shit, and he’d shown Kieren exactly how he felt.
He lay there for a long minute, debating what to do. He had been an ass, not thinking about how his words would sound. But he hadn’t meant them like that. He truly had been thankful that Patrick had even given Kieren the time of day, let alone allowed him to share something so personal with him.
