by Marcy Jacks
Aaron pressed his lips to the scratch of Dravick’s throat, moaning as he did because, God, it felt so good to kiss him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed his man, and his mouth had clearly been denied for too long because Aaron had to press another kiss to his jaw and then his mouth.
Dravick followed his lead for a moment and then took that lead and made Aaron hold on tight as his mouth was plundered.
Their movements were so fast that there was a sharp clash of teeth. The pain made Aaron wince. Dravick pulled back, looked at him, decided he wasn’t hurt, and then kissed him again.
Without teeth this time.
Then his tongue, that slick, amazing tongue that Aaron hadn’t tasted in far too long, pushed between his lips, just as Dravick’s thigh wedged itself between Aaron’s legs, brushing against his cock and giving Aaron something to ride as he held on.
He curled his arms around the back of Dravick’s neck, needing to hold on, needing to kiss him more and more, always more. He was drunk on it already. His body ached, and his prostate swelled inside of his body, just as his cock and balls swelled and throbbed outside.
He thrust against Dravick’s leg, unable to stop himself. Their hands fumbled with the removal of the rest of their clothing because neither was looking at what they were doing. Their mouths never parted long enough for that.
They entered the tub before it was halfway full, which was a good thing because it allowed Dravick to use some of the oil on Aaron’s hole without losing any of it to the water.
Aaron sighed and pushed down against Dravick’s fingers. The man’s palm was up, and his fingers were hooking inside of him, pressing against the walnut-sized bundle of glorious nerves that made him bite on his lower lip and thrust forward and back. Forward and back.
Dravick’s cock was hard, the swollen bulb at the head thick and dark in color and the fleshy spike out of the tip and ready. Aaron couldn’t wait for it to be curling around his prostate, for it to make him come.
“I missed you,” Aaron said, taking hold of Dravick’s dick, slathering it with oil and positioning it as the water rose higher and higher. He felt a little tighter than he normally did, and it took some coaxing before Dravick was inside of him and Aaron was seated and happy in his king’s lap. “Fuck, I missed you,” he said again, just for the sake of making sure Dravick knew how much.
Dravick’s hands remained on Aaron’s hips as the water rose higher around them, above their hips now as Aaron slowly started to push up and down, up and down, making the hot water slosh around them.
Dravick groaned. “Worth the wait. Three weeks…too much,” he said, his jaw clenched and his eyes hard, though he never looked away from Aaron’s face.
Aaron almost didn’t catch what Dravick had said, and then he did, and his eyes popped open wide as he immediately stopped the movement of his hips. “Three weeks?”
No wonder his asshole felt so tight. He’d been torturing poor Dravick all this time.
Dravick chuckled, hooked his arm around Aaron’s neck, and brought him down for another kiss before replying. “The mate of the king can command his king to wait for as long as he needs to.”
Aaron’s body heated, and not because of the water. “He can?”
Dravick nodded. “Yes. There are a few other things you can command of me as my mate. I serve you in here. Now that you have me, you can work to discover what those things are.”
Aaron grinned, and his cock jumped as he thought about what sort of things he could possibly command of Dravick. He had to mean while they made love, and Aaron set about to discover exactly what those commands were.
THE END
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Marcy Jacks lives and works in Ontario, Canada where she is fervently pursuing the writer's life while writing about lots of gorgeous guys. She loves hearing from readers and you can reach her at [email protected].
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