His hand relaxed in Corbin’s thick hair, and Corbin wrapped his lips around Dorian’s length without losing his stare.
As Corbin licked and sucked his cock, Dorian grabbed the bedpost and cursed, his forehead leaning against it as he nearly broke it in half. Fuck, his mouth felt good. Hot, wet, and almost like he was desperate to bring the Prince to his end. He worked him, pausing at his tip and swirling his tongue, toying with this sack and pulsing his fingers up and down. Dorian bit his arm, straining to keep himself from spilling over. But Corbin was cupping his balls and taking him so deep that it was starting to hurt him not to come.
Dorian pulled Corbin off his length by his hair, making Corbin wince. “Get on the bed,” he instructed him.
Corbin rose to his feet, kissing Dorian’s chest the entire way up, biting on his collar until their lips crashed together. Dorian pulled him flush and shifted them. He held Corbin by his neck and his ass, cupping the firmness within his long fingers.
He shoved Corbin backward after a moment, making him hit the mattress and bounce. Dorian pinned him by his arms and pressed Corbin’s wrists into the bed as he hovered over him, their cocks brushing together, and Dorian began a pace against his length. His lips traveled down to Corbin’s jaw and his collar, sucking on his neck as the pressure between them heightened. Just as Corbin’s groan filled his ears, he flipped the Belwark to his stomach.
“Do you feel that, Corbin?” Dorian teased in his ear as his length brushed between Corbin’s cheeks.
A low restriction came from the back of Corbin’s throat, and Dorian smiled against his ear. “Tell me how much you want my cock,” Dorian said.
“Prince,” came Corbin’s low drawl, obvious in how he wasn’t ready to admit it.
Dorian shifted to his feet at the end of the bed and gave his cock a stroke as he stared down at Corbin, ready and waiting for him on his widened knees.
He smacked Corbin on the ass as he bent over him again and placed his middle finger in front of Corbin’s face. But before he could instruct him to do what he wanted, Corbin took Dorian’s finger in his mouth. His hips rocked eagerly back against Dorian’s length, and Dorian couldn’t wait any longer.
He hooked his finger inside the Belwark, his other hand coming around to wrap Corbin’s length. Corbin cursed the sky and sat up, leaning his back flush against Dorian as he took that control.
“That’s right, Second,” Dorian said in his ear. “Rock into my hand while I fuck your pretty ass.”
Dorian’s finger slipped out of Corbin, and he grabbed the back of the Belwark’s neck, pushing him forward so that he was spread, and he slowly eased himself inside. Corbin cursed into the bed. Dorian’s hands moved to Corbin’s hips, holding him steady as he continued to slide inside. And as the aggression eased, so did Corbin, until he was laying on his elbows and biting the comforter. Dorian cursed at the tightness, nearly releasing right then. But he composed himself as he worked up a rhythm.
Corbin’s moans muffled into the bedspread. However, Dorian wanted to hear him. He wanted the rest of the castle to hear him. He wanted his name screaming from his Second’s lips and letting every person there know who he heeded to.
Dorian reached for Corbin’s neck. Corbin straightened, back flush against the Prince in his surrendered spread, and Dorian tightened that hand around the front of Corbin’s throat, his other slowly working Corbin’s length with his own pace.
“Scream for me, Second,” he whispered in his ear. “Use my name. Tell these people who you belong to.”
Corbin groaned, swallowing beneath Dorian’s hand. “Dorian,” he breathed as Dorian’s pace picked up.
“Louder,” Dorian growled.
“Dorian.”
“Like you mean it,” Dorian demanded.
And the echo of Corbin’s clenched teeth and growl of his name around the room made Dorian lose himself. He pushed Corbin back over, grabbed his hips, and he let himself go erratic. Fast. Eager. Until the Belwark slammed his fist into the bed and howled. Dorian’s release came a moment later, his body straining and nails digging into Corbin’s skin, his own groan coming out like a shudder over the air.
Dorian couldn’t stop himself from lying against Corbin’s back once he was spent, his heart throbbing. He kissed Corbin’s spine softly as he slipped out of him, and then he rolled onto the bed on his back beside him.
“Good job, Second,” he panted, slapping Corbin on the ass.
“Fuck off,” Corbin grunted.
But Dorian caught the flash of a smirk beneath the Belwark’s elbow as he moved, and he watched as his Second collected himself and pushed to his own back.
“I think we should do that again,” Dorian said, staring up at the ceiling.
Corbin only grunted in response, hand slapping lightly on Dorian’s stomach.
Dorian rolled his head sideways to gaze at the sweating Belwark. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed my cock.”
Corbin heaved a heavy breath, and he flipped the Prince off.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
