by Sam Argent
“All right.” Sebastian scraped off a glove by using his side as leverage and tossed it aside. Turren guided his hand just as Sebastian had done, and soon both men stroked each other in unison. It was strange touching another man’s cock, but Turren’s efforts relaxed him, and he grew bolder, pumping his fists in longer strokes so his hand brushed Turren’s balls. Each time, Sebastian slid his hand from root to tip, and Turren did the same. “Ah!” As usual, the prince couldn’t be content with what Sebastian gave. Turren’s other hand snuck beneath Sebastian’s balls and toward a hole untouched by others. He could have given me a warning, Sebastian thought but he didn’t stop Turren from exploring the delicate skin. They were very soft touches filled with curiosity and passion.
Turren leaned forward and kissed Sebastian’s forehead. “I need to apply the oil now.”
Sebastian let go of Turren’s cock and nodded emphatically before he lost his nerve. With his palm, Turren pushed Sebastian on his back.
“I promise I will be considerate, and though I have not bedded another, I will satisfy your needs.”
Sebastian blinked and raised himself on his elbows. “What?”
“Why are you confused? I thought I spoke very clearly.”
“You spoke clearly, but how can you be a virgin?”
“By not having sex.”
The intimacy of the situation made even Sebastian aware of how his word choices needed to be taken with care. “I’m asking how can a rich prince with the bonus of being handsome still be a virgin? You had to have men throwing themselves at you as soon as you hit puberty.”
Turren sighed as he put the oil bottle down next to Sebastian’s head. “I’ve had offers, but I’m not as naïve as you and other people think. Yes, I could have taken many men to bed, but it was mostly lords and other sons from royal families who had the guts to ask. Many of them would have been willing to have a brief tryst, but others might have pushed for marriage. I could either open myself up to a troublesome situation or I could wait and see if the person I cared for ever returned my feelings.”
“What if this never happened?” Sebastian asked, waving a hand at both of them.
“I had to believe that your heart was able to accept mine, or I would never marry.”
Sebastian shook his head. “You’re either the most optimistic man I’ve ever met, or the most insane.”
“I prefer the former,” Turren said. “Now, may we continue?”
“Wait,” Sebastian said, thinking of the heavy weight of the thick cock he had held earlier. “This is my first time too.” Turren didn’t blink or show any response that he was surprised. Sebastian sighed. “At least pretend this is news to you.”
“You hate being touched by other people and never reveal your face. That comes with a lot of easy assumptions.”
“Whatever. But I think I should mention that I’m quite skilled at magic.”
“I already know this.”
“Yes, but I can also transfigure things and return them to their original shape without any side effects.”
“I don’t know what you’re saying, Sebastian.”
“Since this is my first time, and I’m guessing you want me to be the receptacle tonight, my comfort could be better handled if you weren’t so… large,” Sebastian finished.
Turren’s eyes widened. “Do you mean a shrinking spell on my—”
“Only a very tiny—” Sebastian stopped his bad phrasing and went on. “I mean a small spell with little reaction…. Gods, why can’t there be a better way to put it?”
Turren frowned and came down on Sebastian’s mouth so hard that Sebastian almost bit his lip. “I’m sorry, Sebastian,” he said after allowing Sebastian to breathe again. “But you have lost all talking privileges.” Proving his words, he covered Sebastian’s mouth again in deep kisses.
Turren’s tongue overwhelmed Sebastian’s, and Sebastian’s head sank into the pillows. He wrapped his arms around Turren’s neck, and the prince’s naked body pressed against him. His legs were pulled apart, and his pants were lowered to his knees. The enchanted cloak wrapped around the exposed skin, but Turren’s oiled fingers were given admittance beneath the cloth.
“This isn’t how I imagined us, but it’s not a disappointment, either,” Turren said as a fingertip disappeared in Sebastian’s ass and from his own view. “You may be giving me a fetish after all.”
“Shut—ah!” Sebastian cried out as the finger went deeper.
“No speaking,” Turren said as he grabbed Sebastian’s cock and thrust his finger back and forth in Sebastian’s ass.
Another finger joined the first one, and Sebastian blew out his breath, taking both of them inside him. As if to distract him, Turren drizzled oil on Sebastian’s cock and smeared it across the shaft. Gripping Sebastian’s cock, Turren crushed his lips against Sebastian’s just as a third finger pushed into his ass. Sebastian grunted, feeling a little pain, but Turren’s other hand sped up mercilessly at the same time.
Despite feeling uncomfortable with several fingers in his ass, Sebastian clutched onto Turren’s shoulders from the attention Turren gave his cock. As his hole relaxed, Turren’s fingers plunged deeper, and Sebastian’s seed spilled onto the prince’s chest. Turren finally released his mouth, and Sebastian could breathe again while Turren raised his legs, his pants falling off his foot.
“You are no longer forbidden to talk,” Turren said as he slowly pushed his cock inside of Sebastian.
Panic began building in Sebastian’s chest. Why I am doing this? Why did I trust the prince with my body? Maybe I’m not ready to let someone inside of me. Breath touched his cheek, and Sebastian looked up to see Prince Turren staring where Sebastian’s eyes were hidden by his hood.
“Thank you,” Turren whispered as a tear fell onto Sebastian’s cheek.
Sebastian smiled and hugged Turren closer. “You’re an idiot.”
“A happy… one.” Turren rested his forehead against Sebastian’s and moaned when his cock was fully sheathed. “You’re very warm but kind of tight.”
“Because that is not an average size, you ass.”
“And tighter, please relax, Sebastian.”
“No one told you to be this large.”
“Wait a moment,” Turren said, and his cock pulled out of Sebastian’s ass.
Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief, but then more oil dripped onto his hole. Turren massaged it into him and added more oil to his own cock. Pressing into Sebastian again, he went in smoothly and moaned.
“That’s better,” Turren said.
It was still uncomfortable for Sebastian, but there was no pain. Sebastian’s head snapped back when Turren thrust into him without warning. “You as—ah!”
“Bastian!” Turren gasped out. Once the prince’s hips started moving, he never stopped or slowed, rutting inside Sebastian as pleasure overtook him.
The room blurred as Sebastian’s body moved with Turren. Turren buckled and groaned in his ear as release found him. Sweaty and mouth wide open, Turren looked lost and confused. Sebastian brought the prince’s mouth down to his, and they kissed while Turren thrust out the remnants of his pleasure. Turren sighed and plopped on top of Sebastian, cradling his head in Sebastian’s neck. Sebastian was too tired to complain about the heavy weight.
“Sorry,” Turren said and slid off to collapse next to him.
Sebastian stared at the ceiling and tried to catch his breath. What do we do now? Do we kiss? Do we talk? He lay there and wondered what Turren would do, but the silence was soon broken by the prince’s snores. I can live with that, Sebastian thought as he closed his eyes and let the exhaustion take over.
CHAPTER 22
WATER DRIPPING woke Sebastian. He groaned as he turned over and saw Turren sitting up with a bowl of water and rag in his hands. “What are you doing?” Sebastian mumbled.
“Waiting for you to keep your word so I can clean you.”
“Damn you for being an early riser.” If I had wakened first, I could h
ave slipped out of the prince’s room without having to reveal myself.
“I have a feeling that dishonorable thoughts are running through your head, and I was wise to set a waking spell.”
“Bastard.”
Turren crossed his arms.
“Fine, a deal is a deal,” Sebastian said. “But you don’t tell your parents, Pembrost, or Frederick anything about me. Understood?”
“Yes.”
Sebastian whipped the covers off and sat up. He gripped the edge of his hood and looked at Turren. Closing his eyes, Sebastian pushed back the hood quickly and waited for Turren’s response. Seconds passed, and Turren said nothing. Sebastian opened his eyes and the prince appeared hurt. He straightened his shoulders. “What is it?”
“I thought you trusted me, Sebastian. After what we did, I expected you to keep your word.”
“Huh?”
Turren shook his head and turned away. “I don’t care how beautiful that illusion is, I want to see the real you.”
Sebastian lounged on his side and leaned his head on his hand. “Are you trying to tell me that you would choose a hideous visage over this?”
“I have told you that since the moment we met again,” Turren said and faced Sebastian. “This means nothing,” he said while pointing to Sebastian’s body. “I thought you would keep your promise. I thought that I meant more to you.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes to the heavens and sighed. “You are the biggest fool I’ve ever met.”
“Do not mock me,” Turren said, anger filling his voice.
“When I was a baby, my brothers took me to Silver Lake, and they lost sight of me. A woman found me and tried to take me home with her. My brothers caught her in time, but she still tried to take me. You see, my brothers were too plain to be my kin, so she assumed they were lying. I had to be pried from her arms, and she sobbed as if her child had been taken from her. When I was six, two lords came upon me and were struck so much by my appearance they decided at the same time to bring me home. Both of them couldn’t have me, so they dueled to the death. They died on each other’s blades, and Mother later found me covered in their blood.”
“People thought their madness was brought on by the forest,” Turren whispered.
Sebastian laughed bitterly. “They were poisoned by my beauty. At eleven, people no longer wanted me as a beautiful child. They wanted me for other things, and I found out the hard way when I stupidly lowered my hood when I was alone. A man appeared, and a strange instinct told me to run. I didn’t make it far, and he seemed madder than the others. I broke away as he tore at my clothes, and that’s when Harold and Margaret found me. I had my hood up before they could even look at my face, and the man used it as an excuse for why he attacked me. He claimed I was a beast who tried to rob him. Harold knew who I was because of my cloak and used his magic to see past the spell. As soon as he saw my face, he knew. Margaret saw too, and she cursed my attacker. Harold brought me home, and I haven’t showed any strangers my face since.”
Turren had leaned in during Sebastian’s tale, and he brushed his fingers through Sebastian’s fine golden hair.
“You see, I am cursed, just not in the way people think.”
“I’m sorry for doubting you,” Turren said.
“I’m not mad at you. It’s rare for me to hear that my face isn’t good enough.”
“You know what I meant!” Turren blushed.
Sebastian smiled and watched as Turren’s face filled with wonder. “I get to see your expressions instead of always guessing. This is very nice.”
“I see that,” Sebastian said as he glanced down to Turren’s hardening cock. “You’re more enthusiastic than when you first woke up.”
“That’s because now I know you have confidence in me, and you care for me.”
Sebastian pointed at Turren’s crotch. “Not enough for me to do anything about that until another day.”
“I have healing salve,” Turren said. “It could soothe any sore muscles and we could try again.”
“Your fingers couldn’t get deep enough to soothe all my sore muscles, Prince Too-Well-Endowed.”
“I don’t necessarily have to apply the salve in your ass with my fingers.”
Sebastian blinked. “Are you sure this was your first time? Because you’re quite perverted.”
“I merely offered a solution,” Turren said.
“A most convenient solution, but I admire your creativity.”
Turren looked at Sebastian hopefully.
“Not that much,” Sebastian said. “You may clean me, and then apply salve with your fingers, but then we go back to sleep. Understood?”
“Yes,” Turren said while looking down like a chastised puppy.
“You would be more believable if this….” Sebastian reached over and brushed his thumb across the tip of Turren’s leaking cock. “Wasn’t so wet,” he said and tasted his thumb. “Salty but not horrible.”
Turren’s jaw dropped. “That’s not fair!”
“What isn’t fair?”
“You’re still wearing clothes and you got to taste me.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He flung off his cloak and unbuttoned his shirt. Next, he lay back, fully displayed for the prince. “We’re even. Happy?”
“Yes and no.” Prince Turren gulped as he gazed at Sebastian’s body. More cum dropped onto his thigh.
“It’s still not going into my ass again,” Sebastian said.
“May I at least taste your seed?” Turren asked.
“I don’t know if I’m in the mood to produce any more,” Sebastian said.
“I assure you, Bastian, that I will make you cum again.”
“Fine, but don’t say I didn—” He broke off as Turren bent down and his tongue touched the tip of Sebastian’s cock. Turren kissed it and opened his lips to pull it into his mouth. Sebastian gasped out “Cheater” and wrapped his hands around Turren’s head. Turren pulled him in deeper, and Sebastian’s cock stiffened. “You’ve done this before.”
Turren popped Sebastian’s cock out of his mouth and said, “Yes. No one asks or considers marriage during this act, and it has far less repercussions than bedding a man.” His mouth encircled Sebastian’s cock again, ending any further discussion.
The sound of a bottle being uncorked interrupted Sebastian’s moans. Mint filled the air and fingers returned to Sebastian’s ass. Between the invading fingers and Turren’s wet mouth, Sebastian’s balls tightened far quicker than he expected. His back arched as seed spurted down Turren’s throat. Turren’s fingers kept thrusting inside of him, and Turren refused to release his cock. It wasn’t until Sebastian was completely dry that his cock was permitted to fall from Turren’s mouth. Sebastian breathed heavily and covered his face with his arms. He was too boneless to do anything, but Turren did exactly as Sebastian had asked. When Sebastian’s breaths evened out, a warm, wet cloth rubbed down his abdomen and to his cock. Then Turren spread Sebastian’s legs to clean out his ass. This is too intimate. Another cloth, dry this time, swept over the areas the rag had passed, and then the covers were placed over him. Turren scooted closer to him, and so Turren couldn’t see his tears, Sebastian buried his face in the prince’s chest. It was stupid to be sentimental and even dumber to become emotional at such a late stage. During would have made more sense, but regardless of what he wanted, Sebastian couldn’t stop crying.
“Are you all right?” Turren asked, his breath touching the top of Sebastian’s head.
“Yes. Just ignore me and go to sleep,” Sebastian ordered.
“As you wish,” Turren said and kissed the top of Sebastian’s head.
His tears did finally stop, and Sebastian realized why he’d cried. Turren might be the only person Sebastian could love, but Sebastian had a promise to keep in order to protect him.
CAPTAIN PEMBROST struck his sword against the queen’s blade and hoped he could withstand her strength. “I still… don’t see… why… you… trust….” The queen’s next
blow brought him to his knees, and he rolled away to evade her next swing. “The boy,” he said after standing again.
“You’re going to lose the argument and the fight,” King Harris said without looking up as he turned a page of his book.
“But it makes no sense.” Captain Pembrost ducked her next blow but fell as Queen Anne’s boot caught him on the sternum. “I give,” he coughed out.
Queen Anne swung her blade over her shoulder and slid it into the scabbard on her back. “He passed my first test, so I’m confident he is not using Turren.”
“What test?” Pembrost asked.
“That cake I ordered was a mood cake.”
Captain Pembrost frowned. “I’m surprised a chef would make a dish that could corrupt their skills based on the eater’s feelings.”
“I had to pay extra for it, and I wouldn’t reveal she baked it unless the subject had a positive reaction,” Queen Anne said.
“And?” the captain asked.
“Sebastian guessed that Margaret made it after one bite,” King Harris said as the queen smirked.
“He’s been around her and Harold for years,” the captain said. “The boy could have guessed that even with a magicked cake.”
“No,” the queen said. “If his feelings weren’t real, the cake would have tasted odd, and he never would have guessed that Margaret made it. But the cake tasted delicious, and nothing was different to him.”
“Which means he’s in love with the prince,” the captain murmured. “But men do things to hurt loved ones if they’re forced to choose family.”
“I’m not blind to that possibility, but I trust him,” Queen Anne said.
“Sebastian lies constantly, and you must have felt that spell too, Your Majesty. He’s up to something. King Harris, are you going along with letting Sebastian do whatever he wants?”
“I agree with Anne’s assessment of the boy, but I also believe that not watching his every move grants us the ability to catch him in whatever schemes you believe he’s mixed up in when Sebastian thinks he’s unobserved.”