Page 71 of Gilded Crown

“Like what?” asked Jari.

The sudden, faint pressure of Aurelius’s fingers on his cock through his trousers sent a spike of lust through him. Thinking with the head between his legs as blood rushed to it, he instantly reached for Aurelius’s hip.

“Yes.”

Aurelius caught his wrist. “No.” He pushed it up and back toward the bedpost. “If you want wood to grip, hold that. If you touch me, it’s done.”

Jari reached for the other one. Dear Elira, he’d hold onto the posts if they were spiked as long as he got to feel Aurelius’s hand on his thickening cock.

The Prince put out the lantern, and Jari could barely make him out in the light of the half-moon outside. His belt was loosened, and the Prince made short work of his trouser ties. They were slipped down, and his drawers came next.

“Where’s this coming from?” Jari asked. “You don’t have to do anything just because you think I want it.”

Aurelius palmed his hips for a second although the warmth of them was gone too soon. “Maybe I want it. If you’re willing to let me have something on my terms…”

Metal suddenly touched Jari’s neck, and Aurelius’s breath puffed over one ear. A knife. Or his dagger.

“Since you let me do this, I think you are willing to let me have this.”

“Anything,” said Jari.

The dagger stayed as Aurelius undid Jari’s shirt buttons with one hand until it hung open, and he removed his weapon.Aurelius’s thumb found his nipple, and when the cold metal was laid over it a second later, pre-cum leaked from Jari’s cock as he made a sound. Yes. That was definitely his new kink. He had no doubts left about that anymore.

The steel vanished, and he wanted it back. A knife to his throat or against his nipple would be the wildest thing he’d ever done with his trousers down, and if that kind of control and skirting the edge of danger got Aurelius excited, he needed it too.

“You can keep that there if you want,” Jari blurted out.

“Hmm.” Aurelius gripped his hips again with both hands. “It’s so tempting, but it might be a bit much for you after a while.” He planted a light kiss on Jari’s neck. “I’d rather have both hands for the rest of this.”

Even though he wanted to grab, fondle, and press his lips against the Prince’s, Jari kept his fingers curled around the wood. Whatever the Prince wanted. Aurelius explored his hips and thighs and squeezed his asscheeks like he was trying to memorize everything. Jari tightened his grip as Aurelius cupped his balls and gave those a good feel too.

When the Prince’s slim fingers lightly danced along his cock and left just as quickly as they’d come, he grunted. “Please…”

“Patience.” Aurelius’s hands slid up Jari’s chest. “I like muscles on another man, and for now, you’re all mine to feel.”

With the light out, his trousers down, and the Prince’s hands wandering over his abs, Jari still somehow felt beyond exposed. He’d never been so willing to do whatever was expected of him, or so damn fucking aroused.

“A top, huh?”

Jari twitched as the Prince’s thumbs rubbed both of his nipples. “Yes…” Or at least until now.

“Sometimes, even a dominant man might be willing to submit. You’re behaving so far.”

Because having the Prince’s hands all over him was like being granted a treasure. He’d rather have this anytime over some stupid title. When he stepped a little closer, and his lips brushed his, Jari couldn’t help but angle his hips forward, desperate for friction, more sensation, everything.

Aurelius’s tongue slipped in, and his own arousal, covered by his trousers, rubbed on Jari’s leaking cock.

“If you want me to turn around for you, I will,” Jari whispered against his lips.

“No, this is enough, and it shows you trust me.”

Why wouldn’t he? Had he thought Jari wouldn’t trust him after his outpouring? He tipped his head back as Aurelius kissed down his throat and gripped his sides.

Pre-cum bearded on the tip of his cock, and Aurelius snaked a hand down to pet his lower stomach. Fuck. Jari’s cock ached to be touched, and the little brushes from Aurelius weren’t enough.

The Prince suddenly gripped his shaft without warning, and Jari let out a moan. The bedposts creaked, and Aurelius practically purred against his neck as he smeared around the leaking fluid.

“Don’t move.”

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