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Adrian panted. His cock throbbed with each beat of his heart. He pumped himself between Corrin’s parted lips, seeking relief from the ache in his body. He felt the orgasm boiling its way up his spine. He wanted to keep Corrin forever in that moment. He wanted to explore him not for a night but for years. There was something about the Seelie that tripped all his switches in just the right way.
“Swallow it,” he commanded, dimly aware that his instincts were driving him to mark Corrin in some way. He wanted his cum bathing the back of Corrin’s throat in the most primitive form of marking he could think of. Corrin sealed his lips over the head of his cock and obediently sucked as Adrian’s body shot off like a rocket.
As he shuddered through his orgasm, he couldn’t resist cupping the boy’s cheek before pulling out of Corrin’s mouth with an audible pop. Had a blow job ever been this satisfying? “You pleased me.” The words couldn’t begin to express the satisfaction he was feeling. Corrin was made to suck cock, to be pleasured by a man. Anyone who saw him like this would have no doubts.
He looked down to see a shy grin steal across Corrin’s beautiful face. Adrian watched as Corrin’s pink tongue licked at his bottom lip, looking for errant drops of semen, contentment painted across his expression. Holy goddess. His body stirred with renewed want.
“That was…incredible,” Corrin said softly. The Seelie’s voice was hoarse from the brutal pounding his mouth had just received. Adrian knew he wore a smug smile to match Corrin’s awed one.
“Now that you’re warmed up, are you ready for the real thing?” Adrian asked. He hoped that the blow job would stave off some of his desperation to get inside him as well so he could give Corrin the sex he deserved.
Corrin swallowed, clearly nervous, but nodded. “Yes, please.”
Chapter Seven
Corrin was positioned on his stomach, ass in the air, hands at his side. “Please,” the Seelie whispered.
Adrian bared his teeth in feral satisfaction. Corrin’s begging made his dick jump in anticipation. He massaged the tight globes of the Seelie prince’s tight ass, willing him to relax with the firm pressure of his fingers. The boy was shaking with want, completely open for whatever Adrian wanted to do to him, and the Unseelie knew it. He could get drunk off this sort of power exchange.
Adrian popped the cap off the lubricant that he had dropped earlier and applied a liberal amount to the tight ring of muscles that protected his Seelie from invasion. His Seelie? He wasn’t his, but he almost wanted him to be. Whoa, boy, I suggest you stop that line of thought completely.
He reached around underneath Corrin’s body and began to pump his hand on Corrin’s renewed cock as he teased open his entrance with delicate presses of his fingers. One finger slid home. The muscles stretched at the action, and Adrian stifled a moan at the tightness of the body beneath his own. His head was going to blow off when he finally got inside him. After a few pumps, he pushed another finger inside.
“Please, goddess, Adrian!” Corrin moaned, thrashing his head from side to side, unable to stay still. Adrian chuckled and added another finger, working him open with firm and steady pressure. He paused, allowing Corrin’s body to grow used to his penetration. His hand on the beauty’s arousal never stopped moving.
“Please, please, in the name of the goddess, more!” Corrin begged. His hips began to push back and then pull forward, caught between the two opposing stimuli. Adrian laughed aloud at his wantonness and began pushing his fingers in and out of his body more intensely. Corrin’s moaning became a keening sound of satisfaction. Adrian was fascinated by Corrin’s passion. The boy threw himself into the moment, leaving all sense of propriety behind in bed. It was invigorating. The trembling want in his companion’s limbs only served as physical proof as Adrian pushed him higher.
Corrin’s eyes widened, his head shaking back and forth, and a strangled noise coming out of his throat as Adrian played with him. Adrian loved how vocal he was in bed. Most of his partners tried to remain aloof or, at the very least, composed. They tried to match Adrian’s normally controlled persona with calculated passion. Corrin held nothing back. He couldn’t wait to have him tied to the bed with orders not to make a sound. Corrin would never be able to do it, and his punishment would be all the more delicious afterward. No. He told himself firmly. There will be no next time. Get a grip.
He had to regain control. He was getting swept away by the beautiful Seelie in his bed. He withdrew his fingers with one quick movement and removed the hand pumping Corrin’s dick as well. Corrin moaned in protest. Adrian came up on his knees and took his cock in hand. Corrin pushed back against him, and he had to grip the boy’s hips to keep him in place.
“Don’t move,” he commanded. He didn’t want to accidently hurt the boy because he was squirming. Corrin froze, his harsh breathing the only sound filling the room. Adrian pressed the tip of his cock against Corrin’s stretched entrance slowly, breeching Corrin’s tight star with steady strokes. Corrin began panting, and Adrian knew he was struggling to take the length and breadth of his cock into his previously uninhabited body. “It’s all right, beauty. I have you.” Sweat ran down his chest in rivulets. Damn. This was taking much more control than Adrian had planned for. Please, goddess, don’t let me hurt him.
* * * *
Corrin’s body was on fire. His body was screaming that the sensation was skating to the edge of pain and insane pleasure. He felt Adrian’s hips come flush against him, and he knew that he was at last seated fully inside of him. He let out a sigh of relief. He was filled up, complete for the first time. His body began to relax, accepting the invasion and welcoming the conqueror inside him. He wanted to sob with the intensity. Nothing had ever felt so right. Restlessness filled him as Adrian remained unmoving inside him.
He squirmed. “Adrian?” he whispered. He didn’t understand what his body wanted. Everything was too new. Some instinctual part of him urged him to move. He pulled forward a few inches before slamming back against Adrian’s length. Pleasure shot through him. “Oh goddess! Yes!” That was what he’d been waiting for.
Adrian growled and held his hips in a bruising grip. “Did I say you could move?” he asked, a dangerous note in his voice.
Corrin whimpered. He needed this? Didn’t Adrian realize that? “No. But, please, please move if I can’t.”
Adrian pulled back, nearly pulling all the way from Corrin’s trembling body only to slam back inside in an almost-violent thrust. Corrin screamed, his body gratefully accepting the pain along with the pleasure. “Yes!” he hissed, arching back to meet the hard driving thrusts Adrian was making. Adrian was making low guttural noises that ratcheted up the mood to a fever pitch.
Oh goddess, yes. This is what I need, what I’ve always needed. The intensity of the moment, the raw emotion fluctuating between them, was perfect. I’ve never experienced pleasure until now. Everything had been a decent fit, but this was just right. He was frightened of what it meant. Could he go back to a world where he didn’t experience this intensity again?
His mind blanked as Adrian changed the angle of his thrusts and rubbed some deep spot inside him that caused his thoughts to derail. “Do it again,” he begged, gripping Adrian’s sheets and digging his nails into the cotton. He wanted to scream. He needed to really. “More, more, please more.” He never wanted it to end, ever. He sobbed his lover’s name, grateful for everything he was inflicting on him so deliciously. “Adrian.”
* * * *
Adrian was caught up in the endless loop of pleasure that was shared between Corrin and himself. He was pounding his virgin flesh in a way that he knew he shouldn’t be doing. He’d never been this rough with a virgin before. Normally if he was, the virgin in question would be protesting the rough treatment, but Corrin…Corrin was pushing back to meet his hard thrusts like an experienced pleasure slave from the Unseelie court. He was matching Adrian in so many ways Adrian was falling just a little bit in love with him for it. The boy was perfect for lack of a better word.
“Love your tight ass,” he heard himself praise. “Love to fuck you. Love it.”
“Love when you fuck me,” Corrin rumbled, surprising him. “You feel so good inside me.” He moaned, nearly undoing Adrian’s control. “Harder!” Corrin was a demanding little thing.
The words seemed to snap the last bit of restraint that Adrian was clinging to. His leash fell away, allowing his inhuman strength and speed to make Corrin scream again. Too rough. Slow down. You’ll scare him. His conscience couldn’t hold up against the sheer physicality of their joining. All he knew was need.
Adrian was getting close, could feel the taut coiling of his body as it readied itself to empty into the tight depths of Corrin’s body.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” Adrian commanded, ramming the words into Corrin’s willing flesh.
“But I want—” Corrin protested.
Adrian’s palm came down on Corrin’s left ass cheek, hard. Corrin went rigid, his mouth going slack. Adrian cursed himself silently. Corrin wasn’t some cute sub boy who was being defiant to get some rough loving. Adrian slowed his pace, gauging Corrin’s reaction.
“For goddess’s sake, don’t stop!” Corrin moaned, throwing a look of pure animal lust over his shoulder. “Can you hit me again?” he asked, his voice low and needy. Pure sexual energy infused Adrian at the Seelie’s words. God he is perfect. So perfect for me.
Adrian’s palm came down on Corrin’s bare backside with another hard smack. The flesh turned a maddening shade of pink as he continued to fuck him in time with his spanking. Corrin moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Please, let me come,” Corrin begged, his hips jerking wantonly.
“You can come when I get to ten,” Adrian groaned in reply. “One, two, three…”
“I’m not going to make it!” Corrin whimpered.
“You will make it…for me,” Adrian told him. Corrin nodded, locking his jaw. Good boy. “Four, five…eight…ten. Come for me,” Adrian shouted, his mind splintering as Corrin’s ass clamped down so tight on his body that he saw stars.
Corrin’s body jerked, spilling his seed onto the mattress beneath them and going rigid as every muscle in his body tightened impossibly. His submission undid Adrian, and he followed him over the edge of no return, spending himself in the tight depths of Corrin with a shout of completion that rocked him to the core.
They lay together panting, staring into each other’s eyes in something resembling amazement. It was as if their souls were mingling, mixing inside each other. But it might have been Adrian’s imagination because he was a little shaken himself by the intensity of their lovemaking. Adrian stroked Corrin’s soft cheek in wonder, placing a gentle kiss against the side of his mouth. Corrin’s eyes were dilated impossibly, and a soft smile of contentment graced his features.
“Was it everything you’d hoped for?” Adrian asked when he regained the ability to speak.
“More,” Corrin whispered, his voice was hoarse. “It was so much more.” He snuggled deeper into Adrian’s embrace, sighing happily.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Adrian asked, running his hand over the reddened flesh of Corrin’s pale ass.
Corrin grinned even as he winced. “Yes, you did,” he said, laughing softly. “But it felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
Adrian was struck by his words. Goddess, all the defenses he’d worked over a year to erect were crumbling around him. This innocent, untried Seelie was breaking into the fortress of his heart with frightening speed.
He’s the type you keep, the Unseelie prince within him whispered seductively. Bind him to you. Make him so physically addicted to you that he’ll want to stay. He shook his head. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t betray Corrin’s trust like that.
“Thank you,” Corrin said softly, bringing him out of his silent argument.
“For what?”
“For taking me into your bed.” Corrin stretched luxuriously. “I’ve never been so happy.” He smiled and gave Adrian a lingering kiss.
Adrian chuckled against his soft lips. “I have much more to teach you, beauty.”
Corrin pulled back and smiled wide until he looked like the Cheshire cat. “Then please teach me.”
Chapter Eight
They made love all night long, in every position Adrian’s twisted mind could come up with. They played along the edge of Dominance and submission, Adrian issuing cursory commands and Corrin enthusiastically following them with abandon. He wondered often what it would be like to truly train him. The Master inside him continued to whisper the temptation that it was indeed possible, but he’d done his best to ignore that seductive little voice. They had finally fallen asleep in the early dawn hours, Corrin’s beautiful head pressed against Adrian’s heart, both of them exhausted.
Corrin must’ve moved at some point during the night because he was no longer pressed against Adrian’s chest. Adrian smiled, still not opening his eyes. Maybe he could convince Corrin to spend the rest of his vacation with him. Already, Adrian was thinking of what it would be like to take Corrin on a tour of the city. He wanted to take him to all of his favorite restaurants and bars, give him a real experience in Unseelie existence. With his right hand he reached for Corrin’s sleeping form.
His eyes snapped open as he felt the empty bed beside him. “Corrin?” he asked, already knowing that he was alone. Cold filled his veins as he surveyed the empty room.
Corrin’s clothing was gone, his scent already fading from the room. He must’ve left a few hours ago. A muscle in his jaw twitched in annoyance. He didn’t even say good-bye. He rolled his eyes at himself. Of course he didn’t. It was just a hookup. Except it really hadn’t felt like a hookup when it had happened.
A vanilla-colored piece of paper lay on the pillow by Adrian. He grabbed it and brought it close enough to read in the faint light of the room.
Adrian,
Thank you for the most incredible experience of my life. You’re probably wondering why I left without saying good-bye. I’m sorry. At some point during the night I had this crazy thought of spending every night lost in your arms, and I realized that it is too dangerous to even think about. I have to go or risk begging you to let me stay. You were right. It gets in your blood, and it’s in mine now. I woke up and looked at you as you slept and wanted you with a ferocity that was staggering. You’ve fucked me in every way tonight, yet I woke up and the only thing I wanted was for you to whisper to me in that come-fuck-me voice and never let me go. It was selfish to ask you to do this, but I can’t help but adore you for it. You’ve filled up the emptiest parts of me for the first time, and I’m eternally grateful. You are the most beautiful and enticing person I’ve ever met. I can honestly say that if I were free to choose for myself, I’d beg you to be my Master in all things. I’ll spend the rest of my life thinking of you. Take care of yourself, Adrian.
Love, Corrin
Adrian stared at the letter for a long time, reading and rereading the note scrawled in Corrin’s beautiful script. His heart plummeted, and he felt as if it were breaking. Get a grip. You said one night and one night only, remember? We both knew what we were getting into last night before we even touched. He pushed himself off the bed and began to dress. He knew this was to be expected, but if that were entirely true, why did it feel like his world was collapsing in on itself?
Chapter Nine
One Year Later
“Corrin?” Richard called, coming around the corner and into the Seelie prince’s room. Richard was struck by the gorgeous picture the prince presented. He was standing by the large bay window that looked out over the Blue Ridge Mountains that wound their way through miles of open country. His pale hair was tied back from his face with a leather strap, and he wore a loose-fitting white shirt over a pair of tight dark-wash blue jeans. The easel in front of him held a large canvas, which he was painting with his discerning eye. He just wished he wasn’t painting him.
He’s painting that
same guy again. Ever since he’d come home early from New Orleans, he’d painted the same man, over and over again. He was painted as different gods, sometimes as Pan, other times as Poseidon, most often as Hades on his dark throne in the underworld, but it was always the same brooding male. It was very strange and the face was vaguely familiar though Richard couldn’t quite place it. If it were anyone else, Richard would be suggesting a cleansing for the boy. He seemed absolutely haunted by the man in the painting. If he wasn’t careful, Corrin would draw his father’s attention on the subject, and then they would all be paying for it.
“What is it, Richard?” Corrin asked. He stepped back from the painting, giving himself and Richard a full view. Piercing blue eyes stared out from the painting. Fashionable black spiky hair somehow emphasized the high cheekbones and aristocratic nose. A half smile played on his lips as he rested his chin on his hand in a carefree fashion. The man was sitting on a throne made of shiny black onyx, and the background was high vaulted ceilings and gothic architecture. On either side of the throne, Shades stood milling around and two dancers twirled with fire. To the left of the throne a figure knelt, his hand resting on Hades’s knee, his pale blond hair hiding his face. It was dark yet energetic. It was a beautiful painting. Yet, its subject matter was so wrong, thinly veiled or not.
“It looks like an Unseelie painting,” Richard said. “My lord, this is…obscene.”
Corrin’s eyes narrowed. “It is my right to display the gods as I see fit. Hades is the god of the underworld. This is how I picture him. If I need the opinion of one of my guards regarding the matter, you’ll be the first one I’ll ask.”
“Forgive me, my prince. I meant no insult.” Richard said the words, but they felt like ash in his mouth. Every day Corrin spent in this place, he sounded more and more regal but also more detached, colder, like he was falling into his nobility and losing the carefree boy all his guards loved dearly. It worried him.