Page 72 of Gilded Crown

Almost lazily, he stroked Jari’s cock. He’d never felt so owned and ready to do whatever he was told. Nobody had ever had their way with him in such a fashion either. The Prince pulled back the foreskin and stroked his thumb over the slit before he fisted the shaft once more.

“Thrust,” Aurelius suddenly commanded.

Jari didn’t hesitate to fuck Aurelius’s fist, and the Prince let out a pleased sigh like he was getting just as much sexual enjoyment. Jari clenched his eyes shut, hyper-aware of every single bit of Aurelius that he could feel, the building pressure-

“Stop.”

Jari groaned as he stilled his hips even though every fiber of his being wanted to keep chasing the pleasure. He could imagine Aurelius’s smirk, that blue eye fixed on him even in the near dark, and his pure delight over having such total control handed over to him.

The Prince lifted Jari’s cock and pushed his body closer so it was trapped between them and hot on Jari’s bare stomach.

“So good,” Aurelius murmured as he wrapped his arms around Jari.

His soft lips touched Jari’s as his entire body eased, and he almost wanted to groan again at the feeling. He let Aurelius control the pace of the kiss, and the Prince rocked his hips. He had to be ready to burst out of his trousers. Jari’s cock rubbed on his stomach and Aurelius’s coat.

He wanted to hook his legs around the Prince, but he wouldn’t be able to hold himself like that. Instead, he dug his fingers into the wood of the posts on either side. Aurelius’s mouth wandered down the side of his neck and set little darts of pleasure to Jari’s cock as they rubbed on each other.

Jari bit the Prince’s shoulder through his clothes on a wild impulse, and that elicited a little gasp from Aurelius who suddenly dragged his nails down Jari’s back.

“Fuck!” Jari clenched his eyes shut at the pleasurable stinging.

The pads of Aurelius’s fingers skidded down to his rear, and after a good squeeze of Jari’s asscheeks, he reached lower. Jari’s breathing picked up as the strip of skin between his hole and balls was firmly rubbed. The pleasure mounted as he frantically jerked his hips. Fabric rasped, and he let go of Aurelius’s shoulder.

The Prince stopped rubbing and started to pull back.

“Wait-”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Aurelius moved to the side a bit and took Jari’s cock to stroke as he rubbed over the spot he’d scratched with his other hand.

With the full grip, the edge raced closer. Aurelius pressed his cheek against Jari’s as he kept up the pace. Jari’s nuts tightened, and his breath sawed in and out of him.

“Aurelius-”

Aurelius rubbed his cheek on Jari’s as he whispered and quickened his hand. “Cum for me.”

As if in response to the command and nothing else, the pleasure snapped. Jari’s hips jerked as the first rope of cum shot out somewhere in the dark. Aurelius’s mouth found his to stop his groan, taking and demanding as always. His tongue thrust in as a low growl came from his chest. Jari’s legs stiffened, and as he gave, Aurelius’s fist pumped the cum from him.

Nothing mattered except the Prince’s mouth, hand, and a little strand of hair that gently brushed Jari’s face. No items, no war. Just them two and almost more touch than he could handle.

The last came, and Aurelius stilled his hand as the pleasure ebbed. “Fucking perfect.”

Jari’s chest heaved, and the Prince pulled away. A second later, he felt something warm and slick glide over the sensitive head of his cock to collect the last few drops of cum.

Aurelius’s tongue.

“Fuck…” Jari groaned.

Aurelius let out a faint sigh as he straightened up. “I’d do that again with you.”

Fuck, yes. Jari would let him do whatever he wanted again and again.

The lantern’s sudden glow seemed to signal they were done, and it made Jari squint as he finally let go of the posts. Aurelius was flushed, and his eye was hazy with lust as he took in Jari who felt like he needed a moment to lean against the wall.

“I’m surprised you didn’t rip those posts right off,” Aurelius said with a slight smirk.

Jari couldn’t hold back a low chuckle. “Do you want me on my knees for you?” He’d drop down in a second and use his mouth if the Prince wanted to relieve the bulge in his trousers.

Aurelius hesitated like that was tempting, but he shook his head as he straightened his coat. Some of the “don’t touch me” air returned, although it was edged with something a little softer, almost as if he’d gotten release in a way from making Jari finish. “Making you cum was all I wanted.”

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