"What—I thought you wanted my cock?"
Corbin shook his head, Dorian’s words apparently both irritating and intriguing to him. "I'll settle with the image of you slumping against that wall in surrender to get me through,” he decided.
“I can't leave my Belwark in need. That’s just bad manners," Dorian mocked.
"You've done worse.”
Dorian couldn’t help his raised brow as he remembered the times he'd teased the Belwark beside him and left him cold.
Not tonight, though.
Dorian reached over between Corbin's legs and began to move his hand along Corbin's length. Corbin's eyes closed, and a low groan emitted from him. Slowly, Dorian unbuttoned the pants, and he teased the tip of Corbin's thickness, thumb swirling on the tip.
"Tell me you want me to stop," Dorian dared, his finger trailing down the underside of Corbin's length. Corbin twitched in his hand, and Dorian smiled.
He could see the annoyance on Corbin's face that he was enjoying it. The irritation that the Prince had once more brought him to surrender.
But the looks only fascinated Dorian.
Seeing Corbin in such a state with barely a few strokes of his hand had Dorian hardening again. He usually had his way with him and sent him out, or on occasion, had teased him until Corbin shoved him off and handled himself. But that night was different. That night, he wanted to make sure his friend was taken care of.
He moved his knees and yanked Corbin down to his back. Hand still threaded around his Second's length, Dorian bent low, and he could see Corbin lifting his head to watch him.
To be honest, he'd never wrapped his mouth around another man's cock. Only ever having used men for his own pleasure before. But watching Corbin writhe had him interested in knowing what it would be like to watch him be teased as he liked watching his women.
Perhaps he would take it slowly, he decided.
He could see Corbin's confusion, and Dorian locked eyes with him as his mouth brushed Corbin's length.
"What are you—“ Dorian's tongue ran over the slit, and a low groan emitted from the Belwark. "Fuck, Prince," he cursed, eyes closing.
Dorian hovered there. "Would you like that?" he asked. "For my mouth to be wrapped around your cock—“ he kissed the base “—taking you all the way to here." Dorian dragged his lips up the underside and then wrapped his mouth around Corbin's tip. Corbin's legs jerked, hands clenching. Delight danced in Dorian's stomach, and he watched the Belwark look up to see him tongue his cock. His lips wrapped around the tip again, and Dorian heard Corbin curse as he tasted the saltiness of the moisture on his head.
But Dorian didn't stay there. Instead, he replaced his mouth with his hand and straightened over the Belwark, as far as he was willing to go that night.
"You're going to make me beg for it, aren't you?" Corbin asked as Dorian paused.
Dorian wrapped his hand around Corbin's length, and he leered at his Belwark. "You know me too well," he winked. Before Corbin could respond, Dorian started working up and down Corbin's cock.
He hovered so he could watch him grab to nothing on the ground. Corbin's hips moved with him, Dorian teasing and then moving faster. He watched Corbin's face scrunch, felt his own chin lift as he stared. And then he kissed him. Kissed him as Corbin began to squirm on the ground. Kissed him as he moved his own hips against Corbin, the friction of their lengths and weight of their bodies mirroring each other. Until Dorian pulled back and grasped him tightly as he would have his own cock, quickening and pulsing with every stroke. The muscles in Corbin's neck strained, and he came apart with a long groan.
Dorian sat back against the bed and finished himself again as Corbin recovered, that final stroke making his body finally surrender with satisfaction.
Corbin was watching him from against the door again when Dorian opened his eyes. The proud smirk rose on Dorian's lips, and Corbin flipped him off.
"Good job, Prince," he mocked.
To this, Dorian laughed, and Corbin stood to put back on his clothes.
"Get some rest," Corbin said as he started for the door. "I'll come at dawn. Who knows what they'll put you through tomorrow."
"What—no cuddles on my last night?" Dorian teased.
Corbin shot him a glare. "Goodnight, Prince," he drawled.
Dorian continued to chuckle and lean his head back against the bed as Corbin left the room. Even as the satisfaction of that night calmed his muscles, one look at the pipe sitting on his table reminded him of his fight with Reverie. He wondered if she would even show for the match in the morning. He wasn't sure he even wanted her there.
The cold of the floor wrapped around his muscles as he curled himself up, and this time he settled into a soft dwindle of his form as a way to keep himself warm instead of trying to keep it hidden. He only hoped with the settle of his mind for once that he could control it throughout the night.
