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Not pulling away was very different from the way Dawson was now exploring his mouth with his tongue. Emboldened, Ul let his cock slide the rest of the way out so he could enjoy the sensation of rubbing against Dawson.
Dawson broke the kiss and glanced down. His eyebrows drew together in confusion.
Ul grasped Dawson’s cock with his, hoping to make things clear. He wasn’t sure he did. Dawson pointed to his own and then to Ul’s much more flexible blue cock and asked a question which Ul could only assume was something like, “Is that your dick?”
Ul released Dawson’s cock and let his jut upright, mimicking the pose of Dawson’s cock. Did he not like the way it moved?
Dawson gave a small nod, wrapped his fingers around both of them, and stroked toward the tip. He lifted one eyebrow as if to check that he wasn’t overstepping.
In reply, Ul added his hand, his long branches wrapping over Dawson’s fingers. For a heartbeat, he wanted to guide Dawson into him, to see what he’d do. At the same time, he feared the outcome.
What if it were him?
Dawson claimed his lips as their hands moved. It was almost too easy to push aside every concern and duty and live onlyfor the next heartbeat of pleasure. The need to come twisted through him and sank low in his belly, but he refused to be first. The tip of his cock worked over the head of Dawson’s, teasing the opening, as one tentacle slipped beneath and cupped his balls, the suckers working over his skin.
Dawson groaned against Ul’s lips as he spilled over their hands and into the water. It was only then that Ul gave in, his cock pulsing as he came.
Dawson rested his forehead against Ul’s and whispered something. It didn’t matter what, only that it didn’t sound like regret.
“Mmm, that is not what I expected either.” No, but if he were being honest, it’s what he’d hoped for after yesterday on the beach. Perhaps he needed to be more honest with himself instead of pretending that living for the kingdom was enough and that he had no wants of his own.
CHAPTER 18
Dawson lay in bed, awake and waiting for it to be light enough to get up. It had been three days since the rock pool incident—which is how he was referring to it. And while he hadn’t mentioned it to Katrina, she knew something was up. She’d asked how his day was, and he told her it had been the same as usual. Something about his face must’ve given away his uncertainty because she’d asked what had happened. Dawson figured she was expecting it to be something bad, and he didn’t know how to tell her that he had gotten frisky with the king with three soldiers watching only meters away.
Not that they could’ve seen much because Ul had done something to make it look as though he had wings between the tentacles on his left and right sides. He half expected to be in trouble for doing anything, and he wasn’t sure why he had, only that at some point he’d been unable to resist, or had given up trying to resist, because it was clear Ul was interested.
He scrubbed his hand over his face, or at least Ul had been interested. Since the incident, there hadn’t been a single touch, and things were now rather chilly. He must’ve done something wrong, or rude, or something. Not that it should matter to him. It was nothing more than a hook-up with a stranger on an exoticisland. It was something he should put behind him instead of dreaming of more.
He did not want to be known as the human who fucked the king. Were there other humans finding themselves attracted to mythological beings?
Or was he the only weirdo?
It hadn’t felt weird at the time, but some of it had been different, given that Ul’s dick could wrap around his and was as dexterous as his tentacles. Then there were the suckers…
Now he wasn’t sure where he stood, except for a couple of feet behind the king. Following him around and jabbering about anything and everything to keep up the chatter that Ul demanded. He was pretty sure he’d recited his life story, including the bits he’d never shared with anyone. Told every funny anecdote he remembered, even if they hadn’t happened to him. Had talked about a few places he traveled to, and when he really ran out of things to say, he talked about the movies he’d watched or books he’d read, describing the plot in great detail as best he could.
There were times when he was silent, usually when Ul was listening to other people. For part of each day, Ul sat in a big hall on a throne, and people came to see him. Some of those people dressed fancy, but some seemed to be regular folk. It was during those times he was supposed to sit in the back and listen.
It was easier to tell when someone was upset or making demands, but normal conversations were much harder for him to determine what was going on. He tried not to get caught up in the words, and based on the tone, he made up scenarios and imagined what the complainer and king were saying.
Katrina was having the same problem as she followed the doctor around. She had given up trying to point to things and learn the words because the doctor had shaken her head and tapped her chest, much the same as Ul. It was clear these peopledid not learn languages the same way they’d been taught in school.
He had been allowed to send a written message back to the platform, letting management know that they were fine and that the language barrier would be resolved shortly. Management had sent back a list of food items they needed. Things like flour, butter, fruit, vegetables, and meat. He’d spent time in the kitchen with the king’s PA, Ifer pointing at food and then at the list, but he didn’t know if the island was going to be able to feed all the people. Not only that, but it wasn’t fair to expect the farmers and everyone else to provide the food for free.
As soon as the sky changed from grey to pink, indicating dawn, he got up.
Katrina pulled the blanket over her head. “Why do you have to get up so early?”
It wasn’t that he wanted to be up early, and it wasn’t that he had too much to do. It was more that he couldn’t lie there with his thoughts racing around the inside of his skull with nowhere to go. He had no one to talk to, and the one person he did want to talk to had pulled away.
He pulled on his underwear and socks, which were still toasty warm from baking in front of the fire, and then the tunic and cloak. Breakfast hadn’t been delivered yet; yesterday, he hadn’t waited either. He’d taken advantage of being allowed to wear shoes and socks again and gone for a walk around the courtyard and found the steps that led to the wall around the palace—there was another around the town—with the soldier following him, and by the time he had done that, it was time to meet the king in what Dawson referred to as his office, where he sat and dictated stuff to his PA.
It was also where Ul sat and listened to him.
There was usually some fruit and bread in case the people who came to his office were hungry, so that’s what he ate. So far,no one had told him he was eating too much or eating the wrong thing.
When he was led into the office, he was surprised that Ifer wasn’t there. Perhaps he was running errands. Dawson sat in his usual seat to the side and out of the way, but Ul motioned for him to sit opposite and for the soldier to leave.
