Page 66 of Crown of Steel

“Tell me.” His hand slides between my back and the sheets, lifting my hips to roll down my pyjama pants and boxers. “Tell me where you were last night. I need to hear the words from your mouth.” He leaves them at my thighs, but it’s enough for my cock to jump out, flushed and pink, glistening with desire. Arthur lets out a low growl, then cups my naked ass cheek, fingers tracing the crease as it slides one finger through its fold. It makes me jerk my hips upward and blindly search for friction.

“Not scared,” I grit out, my voice sounding restrained. “Not crawling back to anywhere.”

“Yes, you are. Tell me, little Régis, what was it like to stand in that beautiful cloak among all your brothers?” He rolls over and reaches for my bedside drawer, where I watch him leisurely own my drawer as if it’s his. Rolling back and positioning himself between my spread thighs, he continues to roll my pyjamas down my legs and over my feet with one hand,exposing me in a way I have never been exposed before. I feel the need to cover up my aching cock and vulnerability, this need to run away and hide behind iron. But pride stands in my way.

“You know I will fight you,” I hiss as I help him wiggle me out of my clothes. “I will fight injustice and privilege. You know I will join this brotherhood, but will never be a true brother.”

Arthur opens his palm, revealing a small bottle of lube and a condom, his eyes flaring with wickedness. “It’s time my little stepbrother knows his place.”

“And how exactly are you going to do that, big stepbrother?” I clench my teeth and tilt my chin on a glare, but his stare is burning right through me, his brow curiously arched. He knows, and I fucking hate it that he knows. His fingertips trace the sensitive skin of my loins, and I can’t help but lift my hips, body overstimulated.

“I’ll go slow.” Leaning over, his face dips right in level with mine. His lips curl into a wolfish grin. “Dad gave you to me, Régis. All of you.”

“You won’t have all of me,” I growl.

“I’ll take what I want,chaton,” he whispers. Before I can think of a thing to say, he slams his mouth over mine and squeezes my sensitive cock at the same time, making me jolt in rapture. I moan, lips falling open, and with ferocity he claims my mouth, curling his tongue around mine and pinching it with his own. He rolls his hips against mine, and flesh meets flesh. He must have shimmied out of his sweats when I was too busy fighting him off. Arthur kisses like he lives life—a constant battle for power. He flicks his tongue devilishly, playfully, wrapping it around mine, and attacking it with soft nibbles that leave me a moaning, grinding mess. When he finally pulls out of my mouth to take off his shirt, my hands fly up to his naked skin before I can think twice. There are no more guards, I’m wholly uncovered, a panting, desperate mess for his touch.

When he sits back and spreads my legs, I can’t help but exhale and peer up at my stepbrother’s sculpted chest. Dips and valleys roll around his developed muscles. Spellbinding, the way his lean, tanned skin shimmers so subtly beneath the faint light. Arthur takes hold of my desperate hand and wraps his bigger one around it. Then he slides my hand down his chest, achingly slowly, until I reach a nipple. My fingers brush past it, and he hisses, arching slightly. “Yeah,” he grumbles. I do it again, enthralled by the way that bud hardens between my digits. His mouth curves. His eyes glint. “Again,” he growls softly. “Both at once.”

My lips part at the command. The heavy fog of fear dissipates, replaced by an adored nothingness. It makes me feel weightless.

Adding my other hand, I obey without question. This time, however, I tug both nipples a bit harder and give them a little twist. Arthur growls and rocks his hips, the tips of our cocks brushing. My groin pulses in reaction, dick straight-up humming in its sheath.

“My stomach now,” Arthur instructs, his voice like abraded velvet. “Touch my stomach now,chaton. Use your nails.”

Clearing my throat, I give him a faint nod, then slowly drag my fingertips down Arthur’s torso. His lids dip lower. “Harder,chaton. I want to feel you ablaze my flesh.” I stifle another groan. Complying, I add pressure, dragging five blunt nails down Arthur’s abs. Along each dip and clenching swell, until I can’t help but pause to admire as his muscles clench and shudder at the touch.

“Lower,” Arthur rumbles. “Or are you afraid?” My heart rate spikes faster as I eye Arthur’s happy trail, warily following its path with my finger. A path that’s made of a tantalizing line of dark hair. His large cock bobs when he lets out a husky sound, its girth a blend of smooth skin and protruding veins. Its slit wet with pre-cum. It’s—fuck… it’s a mouthwatering sight. Not being able to resist, I dip a finger through the liquid and suckle it between my lips, curious to explore. It has a stringy texture and sweet taste, and makes me stifle a groan. Fuck, that tastes good.

“You like that, don’t you?” He murmurs, cat eyes hooded as they stare into mine. I swallow and want to look away, but his fingers tilt my chin right back at him. “Do it again,” he orders.

My hand wraps around his cock and once more he places his firm grip around mine, guiding me as he leads me around his girth. Slowly we glide up, and down and up again. My thumb brushes over his slit, collecting some more pre-cum. Arthur’s eyes slide closed. “Oui…”

I freeze, distracted instantly. That husky growl is like a shot straight to my groin. Together, we continue stroking his rigid length until we hit his pubic hair. There’s a gentleness in his guidance that wasn’t there before. Back in the Atrium, when he’d sat me down onto a chair and wrapped my lips onto his cock, he’d slowly fucked my mouth. But this is more careful. This is about me experiencing his body, about that silky skin that feels hot and soft in my palm as I attentively grope his balls, just like his murmuring approval of my touch. When he finally lets go of my hand to open the bottle of lube, fresh shivers race through my core again, anticipation thick and heady.

“Don’t stop touching my dick,chaton,” he rumbles. I comply, brushing and stroking his flushed dick, swiping another plashet of pre-cum onto his girth. He feels amazing, all hard and large and strong. My own dick jerks frantically against his hip, untouched and wet with arousal. I’m too focused to care.

Keeping one palm filled with his balls, I stroke his cock from tip to base, agonizingly slow. A dark, lethal sound rumbles up Arthur’s chest. He shudders, then pats my hand away.

“Stop it, I don’t want to come yet.” Before I can freeze or be embarrassed, he grabs my hand and opens my palm. “Here. Stroke yourself. Show me what you like.” He drizzles lube intomy hand, then guides me to my own desperate dick. “Touch yourself,” he rasps. I watch how he repeats the action with his own palm, fist wrapping around my dick. I start stroking myself, moaning as I do so. Fuck, I’m so caught up in this moment, in the emotion that we’ve created, that cocktail of words and physical touch, inhimand the way he watches me, eyes dark with hunger.

“I’m going to play with your hole now,chaton. Going to prepare you nice and easy for me to fuck you.” Without any further warning, wet fingers trace the lines of my crease, teasing my cleft before dipping a slippery finger inside. My muscles clench, and I let out a surprised yelp, fist still tight on my weeping cock. “Ssh, relax for me, little stepbrother.” Arthur halts, keeping the tip of his cool, wet finger against my hole, as he waits for my muscles to recline. With his legs kicked against the insides of my thighs, he keeps my legs wide. “Give me some space,chaton,” he murmurs. Replacing my fist, he grabs hold of my cock, then drizzles even more lube onto my girth, using it to smoothly glide up and down my shaft. I choke on a shudder, but when his finger enters my ass, my muscles lock up, clenching around him again. Arthur smiles. “Too late, I’m already in. Now, bear down. Push against my finger, give me passage.”

I shake my head, feeling exasperated. “I don’t know how to do that.”

“Yes, you do. Breathe in… and out. And again, breathe in… there you go…” With eyes collided on him, I mimic his gesture, taking in deep puffs of air through my nose. When we find a slow rhythm, he purrs on a hum. “Good boy, for letting my finger into your ass. Can you feel me?” He crooks his digit and I nod. It feels a little strange. So full, uncomfortable with a slither of ache. I emit a choke of air when he collects some pre-cum from my slit, then picks up stroking my cock. My knees tremble, and my head feels heavy on my pillow as I thwack it from left to right, feeling restless and aroused at the same time.

“Fuck,” I choke. “More. I need more.”

“I’ll give you more.” My ass clenches at the sudden tightness, and he gives me another of those smiles. “Well done, that’s finger number two. You’re so incredibly tight. My cock is going to be in heaven.”

I swallow, but when he pushes further, he presses against something that makes me jolt in euphoria. My core trembles, cock jumps and I let out a filthy moan.

Arthur chuckles. “Like that, hmm? You still want more?”

“Please.” He grins, then he bends his fingers into that same angle, making me cry out. “Jesus, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I pant. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah, you do.” Arthur’s eyes glimmer. His fingers work inside me, and that weird feeling of fullness intermingles with pleasure, the combination strangely intoxicating.

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