Corbin finally pulled back to catch his breath. "We're outside."
"Bit obvious with the snow," Dorian mocked before leaning in and kissing Corbin's jaw. "What's your point?"
"We should go upstairs," Corbin insisted.
Dorian pressed Corbin back flush against the door, mouth enclosing on the bob of Corbin's throat, and he said, "Your cock is throbbing, Second. You sure you don't want this right here?"
Corbin groaned as Dorian pushed against him, tasting the Belwark's fiery flesh. Corbin pulled Dorian back, hands grasping around Dorian's own that had found their way to his pants. "Not entirely sure these Blackhands would approve of this display."
"Perhaps they should find out what they're missing," Dorian said before kissing the Belwark again.
Corbin kissed him fiercely back, hands pressing to Dorian's cheeks—until he tugged on Dorian's hair and pulled him off.
"Don't make me carry you up those stairs," Corbin warned.
Dorian almost laughed. "That I would like to see, actually."
Corbin's brow elevated, and Dorian's grin faltered.
"Wait—you're serious—“
"I am."
Dorian took a step back and held a finger in the Belwark's face. "No."
"Then get your firm ass upstairs, Prince."
A chill ran over Dorian's arms, and not because of the snow. "Sodemanding, Second," he toyed. "You should speak to me like this more often." His hand smacked on Corbin's cheek with a wink, and he made his way back through the doorway with Corbin on his heels.
The moment they were both in the room, Dorian started to say something clever to his Second about escorting him upstairs because he was horny, but Corbin had other plans.
Because the door shut and Corbin shoved Dorian's back into it before he could speak. He tugged Dorian’s shirt off and threw it behind him, Dorian doing the same with Corbin's. Corbin's mouth was on Dorian's throat, and Dorian let his head fall back against the door.
He was straining in his pants already, and all he wanted was the Belwark’s mouth wrapped around him.
Corbin freed Dorian's length from his pants with barely a snap on the strings. Dorian hugged Corbin's body against his, feeling the strength of his muscles against his own, seeing the stark of Corbin’s dark skin on his in the moons light. His eyes rolled as Corbin fell to his knees, and when his lips pressed to the tip of his cock, Dorian cursed to the sky.
His fist tightened around the lip of the dresser by the door, and he realized he was quaking when that same dresser shook against the wall. He wanted to stretch his toes and legs with the restlessness that took over his body as Corbin teased his head, tongue swirling and two fingers pulsing up and down his cock.
Dorian's entire body strained as Corbin took in his full length.
Strainedto the point that his fist hit the door, knees quivering. He grabbed Corbin's coarse hair and stilled his head so that his cock was all the way down the Belwark’s throat. Corbin's tongue dragged the underside of him, and when Dorian felt him pinch his sack, he pulled Corbin back. The Belwark's mouth tightened.
Fuck, Dorian was already close.
Dorian's head fell back against the door, and he uttered, "Stay there," before sternly thrusting himself down Corbin's throat. Corbin's hands moved to hold Dorian's hips. The dig of his fingers made Dorian curse. There was no pattern to his movements, his mind was in such an animalistic state that all he felt was the strain of his muscles and the tightness of Corbin's lips around him. Dorian was ready to shatter completely. He cursed out loud again, fist hitting the door once more as his legs started to give. And then Corbin held him firmly, Dorian's cock all the way down his throat, as the Prince came apart.
Dorian gave out with the completion, breath heaving, muscles flinching. He poured himself down the Belwark's throat, and Corbin devoured every bit of him. Dorian’s hand pushed over his sweating face as he started to slump down the wall as he was unable to keep himself on his feet any longer. Corbin pulled back and sank himself against the wall at his side.
Dorian gave Corbin's thigh a squeeze. "Good job," he managed, eyes closing as he tried to catch his breath.
Corbin huffed amusedly beside him. "I wonder if you tell your women such words after,” he bantered.
"I do, actually," Dorian said, head moving sideways to see the laugh on Corbin's handsome face. Dorian squeezed the Belwark’s thigh again. One glance down, and he saw Corbin's own strain.
"Give me a minute,” Dorian said.
"You should get some sleep," Corbin countered. "I can handle myself. You've a trial tomorrow."
