But that doesn’t make any sense. This is not my world. Royalty is not usually part of my life. I’m not impressed by it. And it’s not like I’ve had years of haughty princes lording it over me, to find this sudden submission so darkly satisfying.
While my mind has been scrambling, my legs have been spreading. Mabon peels the sheet off of me.
“Nice to see you, Mister Dinky,” he grins, flashing his deadly dimples.
I’m hard. So very hard. And I’m not at all resisting.
It’s fine, it’s all fine. I’m a young man in my prime. It would be frankly unnatural to turn down a blow job. And that’s a good enough excuse for me.
He leans forward and, without any further preamble, engulfs me in tight, wet heat. My head falls back and thuds against the windowpane. My hands grip the lip of the window seat.
His soft, pillowy lips roll up and down my shaft. Pleasure is exploding through me. I’m groaning with it. Fuck me. I’ve gone from zero to one hundred in nanoseconds. Mere moments in Mabon’s mouth and I’m a mess of lust, arousal, and desire.
He slides all the way to the top of my cock, then off with a wet plop. A breeze dances over my wet, achingly hard cock and I whimper.
Mabon’s eyes are dark and heavy-lidded. His lips are puffy and glistening.
“I want to ride you,” he rasps.
My vision whites out. My cock throbs. A deep, utterly filthy moan pours shamelessly out of me.
Mabon stands. He hooks a finger under my collar and pulls me to my feet. Then he tows me to his bedroom, where he flings me unceremoniously onto the bed. I bounce a little. He climbs on top of me. Legs straddling my hips. One long-fingered hand firmly on the centre of my chest, holding me down, even though I have no wish to be anywhere else.
He rises up onto his knees. The hand that is not holding me in place, is moving. It takes my dizzy mind long moments to comprehend what it is seeing.
Mabon’s fingers are oiled, and he is busy opening himself up for me.
Another filthy noise rumbles out of my throat. Mabon’s eyes flash in appreciation. I have no idea where the oil came from. Time is jumping. Skipping. Slowing down and speeding up. Being with Mabon is hot enough to alter reality.
My hands find his thighs and rest on them as he kneels above me, fingering himself. My gaze is fixed on where his hand is moving between his legs. I want to help, but I have no idea what I’m doing. Maybe another time Mabon can teach me. Right now, this is amazing.
A dark, niggling doubt tries to rise up. I shouldn’t want this. I’ve been saying no.
I push the thought down and bury it. I’ve done everything else with Mabon, so why not this? It is surely semantics at this point? Besides, for the life of me, I cannot remember why I ever wanted to say no.
Mabon is gorgeous. And I want him with a passion that burns.
His fingers leave his hole. They wrap around my cock, holding it steady. Mabon shifts position over me. Notching my shaft against his entrance.
I moan and my hips try to buck, but I stop them. This is Mabon’s ride. He is in control. My role is to surrender and allow him to use me.
Mabon slowly lowers himself. The head of my cock eases past his tight ring of muscle. I’m enveloped in heat and pressure. I groan. He is so tight. So hot. Silken and perfect. I can feel his body opening up for me. Giving way.
He slides slowly down. Inch by inch, he takes me, until he is fully seated. Our bodies flush. The soft globes of his ass resting on me. I’m all the way inside Mabon and it feels incredible.
He stares down at me. Smiles, flashing his dimples. Then he moves.
I’m yelling before my mind has processed the sensation. Pleasure, intense and exquisite, is consuming all of me. Mabon is riding me hard. Slamming up and down with force and speed. The friction of his tight rim over my cock is extraordinary.
His cock is bouncing up and down. The chain attached to the piercing on the end, is sliding through his belly button ring.From there, the fine silver splits into two, and runs up to his nipples and pulls on them. Hard. His cock is bouncing and causing tugging on his nipples.
I groan helplessly. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
Mabon is magnificent. His body is undulating with unabashed pleasure. His beautiful face is painted in hues of sheer abandon and decadence. I have never seen a more beautiful sight. He is taking precisely what he wants and exulting in it.
My attention drops back down to his nipples. The chains are still visibly pulling on them. His nipples are visibly getting harder and harder and darkening to a gorgeous shade of purple. The sight is burning into me and altering the chemistry of my brain. Ecstasy and rapture are coiling low in my gut.
A slight stinging sensation on my cheek has me startling. My gaze snaps up to his face. He slapped me. Not with any force, but still.
