Dorian raised a brow at Hagen as the two left. "Sounds dangerous," he mocked once the women were on the other side.
Hagen stared after them. "Usually is.” He turned to Dorian, a sly grin on his face that reminded Dorian of Draven. "Honestly hoping she finds the chains we no longer need for the bear," he said.
Corbin snorted and clapped Dorian’s shoulder as he laughed. Dorian just grinned at the High Elder. "Chains? That's new," he bantered.
"Ropes aren't usually enough to keep me contained," Hagen explained. "Bear chains... That might do it."
Dorian laughed at the wink Hagen gave him, and he shook his head. "I expect her screams to wake me up later."
"Don't worry, mate." Hagen clapped his shoulder. "They will. You might even hear mine."
Training continued through the morning. Hagen decided it was a good day to tell him of a few Blackhand tricks and some stories of his own exploits. Dorian, never one to turn down a chance at learning anything, asked more questions than he was sure Hagen had anticipated.
Dorian caught Corbin's eye as Hagen explained a few, and Dorian could see the fire rising in the Belwark's eyes. The anticipated escape he knew made Corbin clench his arms a little tighter around his chest as he watched. Eyes traveling deliberately over one another with a need and desire that made both adjust their pants at different times.
To the point that after lunch, Corbin began taunting and talking shit to Dorian out of spite, and Dorian knew the game. Knew that the moment Hagen was out of sight or they were back at the Temple, he would put Corbin on his knees and take him. Knew the anticipation of it was eating at Corbin and, in turn, eating at Dorian.
Hagen excused himself towards dark, congratulating the Prince on a well-accomplished day. And as he disappeared out the other side of the dark tunnel out of the stadium, Dorian turned to Corbin.
"You're fucking asking for it today," Dorian bantered, lust rising in his chest and making his muscles tingle at the look on Corbin's face.
Corbin smirked crookedly, using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow. "Now why would I ever do that?" and the tone he used make Dorian curse under his breath. He glanced down the tunnel, noting that no one was coming up, and he threw his shirt over his shoulder.
"Fuck it."
Dorian grabbed Corbin and slammed him against the wall. Their lips crashed together, paying no attention to the people who might have been walking by. They were hidden in the shadows, but quite honestly, Dorian didn't care.
Corbin quickly took Dorian's hardened cock in his mouth, making Dorian strain and curse to the sky. Eyes rolling, Dorian grabbed Corbin's head, pushing his length down the Belwark's throat and moving his hips. Feeling Corbin choke on him. Corbin grasped Dorian's arms and pinned them into the stone, devouring Dorian's cock. Dorian squirmed as he denied his release, muscles edging. Until Dorian wrenched his hand free, took Corbin's chin in his fingers, and he told him to bend and hold to the side of the bench beside them.
Corbin obeyed, and Dorian pushed inside his Second with a groan that echoed in the darkness. He cursed, his cock throbbing as he stilled a moment in the tightness, and then he grabbed Corbin's hip and shoulder as he took him mercilessly. Dorian lasted as long as Corbin, both their groans and straining muscles nearly collapsing with their finishes. Corbin came all over the stone ground, and as Dorian straightened himself up again, he smiled at the sight of it.
"Corbin, how naughty," he teased as he tied his pants. "Someone will slip on that once it freezes over."
A deep exhale left the Belwark, and he pressed his hands to his hips as he turned to Dorian. "You're lucky someone didn't come down this walk," he said breathlessly.
"How do you know I didn't want them to?" Dorian dared.
Corbin pushed back on his shirt and grabbed his belt from the ground. A fond smile, a real smile, one not of mockery and sarcasm, grew on the Belwark's lips, and the sight of it made Dorian's stomach knot— an unfamiliar sensation that he didn't know what to do with.
"Why do I forget publicity is your thrill?" Corbin mocked.
The crooked smirk on Dorian's face widened, and he stepped up to Corbin, taking the belt from the Belwark's hands. Corbin swallowed as Dorian hovered there, his face an inch from his, standing only a fraction taller than the Belwark. Dorian's chest swelled as his Second seemed to tense with him being so close and not out of just sexual frustration.
"You know it's my thrill," Dorian uttered in a low voice, his nose nudging at Corbin's, hands working the buckle on his belt. "And you knew it the moment you started taunting me today with that grin." Dorian's lips pressed to Corbin's jaw with the last of the words, and then he finished buckling the belt with a jolt. Corbin grunted with the snap of it, his eyes fluttering up to meet Dorian's as the Prince paused once more over him.
"Tell me I'm wrong."
Corbin's features softened, and he looked like he might laugh. But he shoved Dorian's face away from him instead.
"Fuck off, Prince," Corbin muttered.
As Corbin went to turn, Dorian grabbed for Corbin's arm without thinking and hauled him back, lips capturing his Belwark's in a kiss not made of lust and ferocity. But one that made his heart flutter.
This was new.
His hand wrapped delicately against Corbin's cheek. Dorian's shoulders softened with every elongated sweep of Corbin's tongue against his. Corbin seemed to relax with him, and he pulled Dorian's hips flush. Dorian wasn't sure what to do with himself, where this new passion had come from or why he'd even kissed Corbin again.
This was a heart drop akin to what he'd felt when he'd kissed Reverie.
