Corbin pressed his lips to Dorian's tip, and Dorian groaned out loud, not caring if he was waking Reverie. Only that Corbin was teasing him, fingers massaging his sack, and his eyes fluttered when he felt Corbin's finger sliding between his cheeks. Dorian looked down, and he caught Corbin's gaze.
"Tell me to stop," Corbin said as he stilled his finger at his entrance.
Dorian considered him, intrigued by the notion and feeling just vulnerable enough to trust Corbin completely. He swallowed, and he finally shook his head. "Don't stop."
Corbin watched Dorian’s face as he sank his finger inside him, and Dorian's hips bucked at the new sensation. A chill ran over his flesh. His eyes closed, and he sank his head back to the ground, chin reaching to the sky. Allowing Corbin to take control of him. Corbin's lips pressed around his cock again, and Dorian didn't monitor how loudly he cursed the air. Because Corbin was taking him.
And he liked it.
His hands threaded in Corbin's hair as he relaxed his lower half, giving in completely. Pleasure rocking through him with every drag of Corbin's tongue and shift of his finger. Settling in that pleasure for long enough that Dorian began to lose control.
Corbin's finger slipped from inside him, mouth coming off his cock, and Dorian looked up to watch Corbin come towards him again. Their lips crashed together, Corbin's hand pushing their lengths together. Dorian moved his hand to the other side, motions syncing together. Dorian cursed as he felt the moisture spreading over them both.
"I want to feel you, Dorian," Corbin said against his lips.
Dorian considered it, heart skipping. "Only if I get to finish in you," he decided. "Just... Be nice to me," he only slightly mocked.
Corbin smiled. "Deal." He kissed him again, and the familiar hunger passed between them. The need and the lust for one another, to take each other as their own.
Corbin moved again, sitting up and watching him as he stroked his length on his own a minute, and Dorian breathlessly watched as the Belwark pushed on Dorian's knees. He bent again, lips wrapping Dorian's cock only a moment before trickling down the length, mouthing his sack, and Dorian cursed when Corbin spread him, and his tongue licked the rim.
Feet pressing into the floor, Dorian couldn't stop his hips from moving upwards with the simplicity of just that new touch. Eyes rolling as Corbin continued to tongue him, hands holding to the backs of Dorian's thighs. Dorian chanced a look down, meeting the Belwark's gaze, and Corbin moved up again. His fingers gripped Dorian's knees as he straightened, and then his length stilled between the Prince's cheeks.
"Relax for me," Corbin in a soft voice. Dorian's head sank onto the ground again, and he did. He pushed out the nerves, and the tip of Corbin's cock pushed inside him. They cursed together, Corbin's hands tightening on Dorian's bent knees as Dorian forced his own hands over his face, unable to stifle the grunt from his lips. The sensation of it made his stomach knot and his cock taut. He didn't know if curse words would be enough for the feeling in his bones.
Corbin pushed further, causing a shudder over Dorian's skin. Further and further. Gently. Until he was nearly all the way in. The pair both cursing and reaching. And then Corbin began to slowly slide in and out of him. Taking his time for them both.
Dorian's muscles edged, chills raking over his skin. He clutched to the fur beneath him, knuckles white as he surrendered to the sensation. Finally getting his breaths even and his lower half totally relaxing. Something burning and knotting inside him with every stroke of that length. His body came alive as he began to writhe. Corbin's face scrunched with every deliberate move. Dorian watched, memorizing that look, until his own cock started to strain.
"Get on your knees," he rasped, and Corbin's eyes opened to his.
"A few more seconds, Prince."
Dorian balked at his boldness. "Did you just—fuck—Corbin—“
Corbin grasped Dorian’s cock and paused inside him, their hips flush, and Dorian couldn't help his own muscles from jerking. Jaw trembling, hands clenching. His lashes fluttered, and he caught sight of the smile on Corbin's lips.
"You're enjoying this far too much," he grunted.
"What—watching you writhe beneath me on your back while I finally get to sink my cock into you?" Corbin mocked. "Why would I enjoy that?"
Dorian cursed the sky again, back arching off the ground. But as Corbin began to stroke him again, Dorian grabbed his hand.
"Your knees, Second," he demanded breathlessly. "I want you pushing against this wall like it's your job to hold it up."
Corbin pulled from inside him, and the release of it made Dorian's legs limp. But he moved himself up fast, grasped, the Belwark's neck and kissed him hard. He switched them and pinned Corbin on his back.
"Actually, I think I'll take you here so I can watch you as you watched me," Dorian dared, hovering over Corbin. "Do you want that?"
Corbin’s response came in the form of a deep kiss. Dorian wrapped his hand around Corbin's length, feeling how taut he was and how close he was to that finish. He didn't let go of Corbin's mouth as he stroked up and down him, teasing his tip and feeling Corbin's hips move with him. Until the Belwark's legs were bent in the air, his hands creasing around Dorian's neck and hip, and he came apart.
Dorian's cock pushed against his, finish spreading from Corbin's onto his own length, and then Dorian pushed inside Corbin. He cursed as he hovered over the Belwark, pressing his own hands into the wall, and he moved. The pressures of the day mixed with his desires came to the surface. He closed his eyes and allowed his body to move of its own accord, in and out of the Belwark. Fully inside him, his hips grinded against Corbin's. Corbin's hips moved in the air with his. Dorian’s abs creased and flinched with every thrust. Until he couldn't contain himself to the deliberation any longer. Straightening up and holding Corbin's thighs in his hands, he fucked the Belwark. Fast and heavy. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His body shook, muscles finally reaching. Every vein in his neck came to the surface, and his hands grasped Corbin's thighs tightly. Vision blurring, he stopped breathing with that edge, and then he released himself wholly into Corbin.
His body shuddered with it, he cursed again, eyes opening, and he was met with Corbin watching him. Dorian pulled out and leaned over Corbin to kiss him once more, and then he rolled to his left. Swallowing and staring at the ceiling as he tried to calm his fast-beating heart.
Corbin gave his leg a pat, and Dorian did the same, almost an unspoken endearment between them. Dorian's mind spun. The fact that he'd just allowed Corbin to take control of him like that. He'd never let another man do that. Ever.
"Well, that was entertaining."
