Ieduin swallowed Rowan to the root, until his nose was buried against the short, bristly red hairs at the base of Rowan’s cock. Rowan bucked like a wild animal with quick thrusts that left Ieduin fighting to work his throat in tandem.
Rowan’s movements stuttered. He pushed Ieduin’s head down as far as it would go with a grunt and held him there, crushing his nose. God, that sound, the feel of Rowan’s muscles straining, of his cock throbbing in the back of his throat… It was music, and the final transfer of the balance of power. Rowan came, powerless against the trembling throes of pleasure that Ieduin wrung from him. The hot warmth of his climax hit the back of Ieduin’s throat with enough force that he had no choice but to swallow or drown in it.
Ieduin looked up and saw Rowan’s face in the flickering darkness. It was an image he would carry with him for the rest of his life. In that image was the real Rowan, who he was when all the pretenses were stripped away, and he was at his rawest. That was beauty, ugliness, power, surrender… It was everything trapped in a moment. It was truth in the dark, wrapped up in a lie that might let a tired man sleep.
But the moment was fleeting, there a second and then gone as Rowan slowly slipped back on his masks, one by one.
Ieduin pulled back enough to catch his breath.
“Good boy.” Rowan reached down and drew a thumb over his bottom lip, wiping away an errant smear. “Now, lick me clean. Don’t miss any.”
A small shudder worked its way through Ieduin, but he didn’t hesitate, going to work with his tongue.
“That’s it,” Rowan purred. “Get it all. Every last drop is yours. That’s enough.” He yanked Ieduin’s face away from him by the hair and brought his lips up to kiss him gently. “Gods, I knew you’d be good but that… Have you ever pleasured a king before?”
“Actually, no,” Ieduin said, a little stunned at his own answer. Of all the things he’d done, that was a first.
“Divine, help me… It’s as if you’ve been put here to test my willpower.” Rowan tucked his softening cock away. He grabbed Ieduin by the arm and half dragged him onto the nearby bed.
Something fluttered through Ieduin, but he couldn’t tell if it was excitement or panic. He hadn’t wanted to fuck Rowan. Or had he? There was a part of him that did, but he also knew once he crossed that line, there would be no coming back. Sucking him off was one thing, but having Rowan inside him… He hadn’t let another man touch him that way since he left the Yeutlands and his old life behind.
He fucked men and women. They didn’t get to fuck him ever again. It was the promise he’d made to himself when he walked away. Should he make an exception for Rowan?
His traitorous body screamed that was what he wanted. He wanted Rowan to fuck him so hard, sitting tomorrow would be torture. But Rowan didn’t climb onto him, or handle him roughly at all. He was gentle as he situated them on the bed, kissed him as he stripped away the last of Ieduin’s damp clothes.
There was something beautiful about being naked in front of a fully clothed man, something inherently hot, especially knowing he’d already finished Rowan. He lay there naked and hard and sweating, trembling with anticipation as Rowan looked down at him.
Gods, he was shaking like some nervous virgin. What in the nine hells was wrong with him?
Rowan’s face softened, and he kissed Ieduin again. “Will you stay after?”
The ghostly voices replayed in Ieduin’s memory.Will you let me stay with you? Just this once?
Rowan didn’t let his submissives stay, and Ieduin had rules about sleeping in the same bed as the people he fucked. That’s why it worked out so well with Rixxis. As long as they didn’t have sex, they could sleep together, and it would be okay.
But if he denied Rowan this, on that night of all nights, all it would do was hurt him.
He reached up with a shaky hand to touch Rowan’s face, unsure.
Rowan turned his head and kissed Ieduin’s palm. The chaste gesture felt strangely intimate, but he followed it up by brushing his fingers lightly over Ieduin’s neglected cock. “Just a little while. Please? Indulge me in this.”
Ieduin was so damn worked up, he’d have agreed to almost anything. “A little while,” he agreed.
“Good boy.”
Rowan settled in behind him, spooned tightly against Ieduin with his chin resting on Ieduin’s shoulder. The position felt so intimate, so sweet and deep, even when Rowan began pumping his cock so roughly.
“I’ve spent the last month thinking of you and her, fucking my hand in this bed,” Rowan said. “Gods, you have no idea how nice it is to touch someone else, and you respond so well. You’re so hard for me, aren’t you, boy?” He pressed a kiss to Ieduin’s temple. “Do you like the way I touch you?” He ran a thumb over the piercing in Ieduin’s cock as he asked.
“Yes!” Ieduin panted and twisted, though he didn’t know if he was trying to get away from the intense sensation or have more of it.
“Are you close already? How long’s it been since someone treated you so well? You’ve been doing it all yourself, haven’t you?”
“Yes!” Gods above, he was tired of his own fucking hand.
“Poor boy,” Rowan crooned. “No more. When you need to cum, I want you to come see me. If you’ve been a good boy, I’ll see that you get your reward.”
“Yes, sir!” he panted. “Thank you, sir!”