Chapter 36
Felix
All of my self-discipline went out the window the minute I woke up and found myself rutting against Lio’s hip. My dick was so hard, I thought I might die of blue balls if I didn’t get off, and his perfect body was right there for the taking.
I wanted to taste him.
After slipping beneath the covers and sliding Lio’s black underwear down his muscled thighs, I stared at the semihard cock left behind. God, it was so nice. The surrounding patch of dark curls lay tidy and neat, and as the warmth of my breath landed on his exposed skin, Lio’s cock twitched. I ghosted my palm down the length of his cock, the head still hidden from view inside its soft sheath. It filled and expanded under my touch, and I moved my hand over to push one of his thighs open before dropping a trail of wet kisses up the inside of it.
That woke him up.
After begging me to keep going, Lio threaded his gentle fingers into my hair and cradled my head while I sucked along his length. He smelled amazing and tasted even better. I ran my tongue around the sensitive ridge of his cockhead until he was whimpering and begging me to take it all the way down.
Finally I did as he asked and began to deep-throat him as well as I could. I wasn’t very good at it, but god, I wanted to make him feel amazing.
“That’s… oh god… that’s perfect, baby. Just like that, fuck.” Lio’s words babbled out, and his fingers shook in my hair as his cock hardened more and more against my tongue. I ran my hands down to play with his balls and felt them draw up tight and wrinkled against his body.
“Fee,” he hissed, trying to pull my head away. “Baby, gonna—”
One of his hands tore out of my hair and flew to his mouth to muffle his cry as his hot release spurted against the back of my throat and on my tongue. I was practically fucking the mattress between Lio’s legs but suddenly found myself on my back with Lio’s tongue down my throat.
“Oh my fucking god,” he panted against my lips between pulls on my tongue. “That was amazing, Felix.” He drank from my mouth like it held the only air he could breathe, and then he shimmied down my body to lay claim to my own aching dick.
His mouth was so hot and wet, his lips practically dripping with spit, that I damned near came on the first pass. I arched my back and reached for the headboard for leverage before thrusting up into that sucking heat.
“Ungh,” I cried in a high keen. One of Lio’s large hands came down on my mouth to stifle my cries as his mouth took no mercy on my body. Within seconds I was screaming into his palm and trying to blink away black spots in my vision. Through it all, Lio’s talented tongue caressed and cleaned me.
My chest was still heaving when he pulled away, and my brain didn’t have nearly enough blood supply to put words together. I thought maybe if we hadn’t just taken a nap, I could have fallen asleep and slept like the dead. For the first time in over ten days, I felt completely at ease and sated.
Lio nudged us both back under the warm covers and pulled me into a spoon with our heads on the same pillow and his lips next to my ear.
“I want to come out, Felix,” he said carefully. “Publicly.”
I froze, sure the words had gotten jumbled up in my brain.
“Huh?”
“I was a fool to think I could spend the entire rest of my life living a secret. What, was I just not going to ever have satisfying sex again? Never give another person a blow job again? Never make the kind of connection that you and I have made in such a short time? Now that I know what it’s like, how can I even consider spending the next fifty years without it? I have to just tell the truth and let the chips fall. Either the people will cry for a change in royal leadership, or they’ll get over it.”
My brain scrambled to think of something to say while my heart scrambled to decide how the hell I felt about what he’d said.
Soft lips grazed the shell of my ears. “Say something, please. You’re making me nervous. I didn’t mean for my declaration to make you feel pressure. It’s not really about you.”
I took a deep breath, but he spoke again before I could.
“I mean, I’d like it to be about you,” he added quickly. “But it doesn’t have to be. If… if that’s not what you want.”
He sounded nervous, and I turned in his arms to face him. Deep lines scored worry between his eyebrows.