Whenever Ieduin entertained a client, there were rules. He charged extra for kissing because he didn’t like to do it. It was too complicated. With strangers, he had to be mindful of every action, every movement. Was he doing enough with his hands? His tongue? When should he open his mouth if he did it at all? How much of himself was he willing to give for the extra coin?
But it wasn’t like that with Rowan. He didn’t have to worry about anything. Rowan was in command, demanding Ieduin’s complete surrender with the brush of his tongue against his lips. Ieduin opened to him because the thought of disobedience was a foreign thing. What Rowan wanted from him, Rowan would get. It didn’t even matter what it was. Ieduin was powerless to resist. Some might call him weak for surrendering so easily. Maybe he was. With Rowan, he didn’t have to be strong. Rowan would be strong enough for them both. That alone was enticing enough that he almost lost himself in the promise of it.
The kiss deepened and Ieduin feared he really would get lost in it. He neededair!
He broke away for a breath and stared at Rowan. He shouldn’t do this.Theyshouldn’t do this. If they did, nothing would change. It would just be two men fucking to feel better after a shit day.
Why couldn’t that be enough? Why couldn’t he have that and be satisfied?
Because this was Rowan, and he had just confessed all that he wanted, all that Ieduin could never give him. No matter how much he wished he could, Ieduin couldn’t submit, not like that.
But he could have a little. Just enough. That would have to do.
“Fuck it,” Ieduin declared and pulled Rowan’s lips back to his.
As soon as their lips touched, he yanked the laces loose on his vest and shrugged it off, tossing it aside. His fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, but Rowan was faster. He grabbed the shirt and yanked, breaking half the buttons and tearing the fabric in one go.
“Dammit, Rowan, that was my best shirt,” Ieduin grumbled, looking down at the mess he’d made.
“Forget the shirt. Leave it on. Take it off. I don’t care. I need your mouth.” He yanked his belt free.
Ieduin reached to help him undo the laces on his pants and Rowan freed his cock.
Gods, he was even more impressive than Ieduin remembered, thick, uncut, and already half hard. He should be all the way hard, and Ieduin was of a mind to get him that way. He dropped to his knees and leaned in, ready to please his sir with his mouth.
Rowan caught his head, holding him back until Ieduin looked up at him once more. The king licked his lips. “No hands. Just your mouth.”
Ieduin obeyed, folding his hands behind his back. Then he leaned forward and gave Rowan a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue. Ieduin took his time exploring every curve and dip of him, delighting in the sharp intake of breath, the way Rowan’s stomach muscles flexed, and his cock twitched in response. Rowan’s head tipped back, and he let out the most delicious, dark moan.
This was the best part, the part that made Ieduin feel powerful. No matter who his men were outside of that moment, no matter how much power they wielded in their lives, he could make them powerless to resist the pleasure he offered. He could make them forget the pressures of their job, the arguments they had with their wives, the debts they owed but couldn’t pay.
When he was on his knees, pleasuring someone else, he was their world, their everything. Their most valuable possession. Maybe it was all an illusion, but that illusion had made him rich and desired. Him, a penniless orphan, the son of a soap maker. A nameless elf from the Yeutlands. When he was on his knees with a powerful man’s cock between his lips,heheld all the power for once.
Once a dirty whore, always a dirty whore. The words rang in the back of his mind as he worked Rowan into a frenzy. Maybe it was true. Here he was, on his knees again for someone else, asking for nothing but the pleasure of serving a powerful man.
But therewaspleasure in that. Pleasure and pride. Something akin to the feeling of a job well done, a special sort of pleased, exhausted euphoria, not terribly unlike the fading feeling of a good post-fuck haze.
Rowan had said he didn’t want Ieduin to be his whore. He couldn’t be anything more, though. He wasn’t worthy of more than this, had done nothing to earn the right. Even being allowed to suck his cock felt like a decadent, forbidden treat.
Rowan whispered a curse into the dark as Ieduin moved all his attention to the sweet spot that ran along the back of the crown. He gave him a good sweep with his tongue, licking up over the slit. He tasted of salt and sex andRowan, a flavor so uniquely him that it was impossible to categorize. Better than any man he had ever tasted before.
Fingers curled against the back of Ieduin’s head, seizing a handful of his hair in a silent demand. Here was where some men would beg and plead, but not Rowan. It wasn’t in him, and Ieduin didn’t want him to. His moment of power was over.
Ieduin licked his lips and sucked Rowan into his mouth, straining his jaw, and closed his eyes, surrendering control back to Rowan. Rowan bucked slightly, a silent question. Ieduin remained as he was, showing no resistance, not moving on his own. Instead, he let Rowan set the pace. Rowan pushed Ieduin’s head down slowly, testing his throat. Even after all the practice he’d had, the urge to gag was unavoidable at first, but Ieduin forced his throat to relax, letting Rowan sink deeper. Yet there was still more of him to take.
“Fuck,” Rowan gasped as Ieduin worked his throat to swallow him deeper. “That’s it, boy. Look how well you take it all. You’re so fucking good at that. I could watch you take me all night.”
Ieduin had to hold his breath to do it, and it made tears prick at the corner of his eyes, but dammit, if he didn’t love that hecoulddo it. Rowan’s panting reaction was reward enough that he did it twice more, letting Rowan thrust as deep as he wanted.
Use me, he thought, his jaw aching.Punish me for all I made you endure at that table today. Give me all your grief and your rage and your pain. I can take it. I’m an empty vessel. Fill me and do with me what you will.
Rowan unleashed himself fully, fucking Ieduin’s mouth without a shred of mercy. The obscene sounds coming from Ieduin’s throat were so degrading, yet so incredibly sexy. Even he forgot that this wasn’t supposed to be anything but a distraction. He fell into the role, nothing but a wanton hole for Rowan to fuck and use as he pleased. The pressures of his first real command were gone, his fears that he would let Ruith down, worry over the coming winter and their strained supply lines. Even the words of that nameless ghost and the pain the memory had brought were gone.
Though lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and the wind howled through the moors outside, Ieduin heard none of it. The only storm that existed was Rowan, and gods above, if he wasn’t a hell of a force to be reckoned with.
“Gods, I wish you could see yourself. So damn perfect.” Rowan let up but only long enough to groan out, “I need to cum.” His hand trembled on the back of Ieduin’s head.
It took a moment for Ieduin to realize he was being given yet another opportunity to end this with some tiny shred of dignity. He could stop here, let Rowan finish on his own. But then what would be the fucking point? If he was going to be a whore, he might as well do it right.