“You really want to do it this way? ‘Cos we can switch, if you…?”
“I want this. I want… Aaah!” Goddess, that felt good, a thick, slick intrusion that was entirely welcome. He spread his legs wider, one hand gripping the sheets to keep himself grounded. He felt like he was about to blow apart into a million pieces.
“Harder,” he encouraged after a few minutes, one finger becoming two, Kentario stretching him gently but insistently. Then the fingers were removed and Kentario knelt up between his legs, the blankets tumbling to the floor. Something far bigger than a finger pressed against him, and Ryu drew back instinctively. It was the first time for both of them, and fantasies aside, he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.
But Kentario was the epitome of patience, though his rapid breathing confirmed how eager he was to continue. He pressed in slowly, Ryu concentrating on every single inch of his skin where it was touching Kentario’s.
“Goddess, you’re tight…” Kentario’s voice sounded strangled, his breathing quick and uneven.
Ryu gasped out a moan, tilting his hips up to take Kentario deeper. He dug his fingernails into his shoulders, unable to help a small cry of pain as that huge cock stretched him wide.
Kentario stopped in an instant. “Sorry,” he muttered. “You want to stop?”
“No! Keep going!” Ryu insisted. “I love you. I want to feel you all through me.”
Kentario leaned down to kiss him, their chests hot and sweat-slicked against each other. He rocked his hips forward again, more gently this time, and Ryu swore, heels pressing against the mattress to push himself harder against Kentario’s body. His hand stole down between them to stroke his own cock, and after only two or three strokes, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. “I’m going to come,” he murmured, eyes squeezed tight shut.
“Ah! Goddess, yes…” came the urgent reply. Then suddenly, Kentario’s face was looming above him. “Bite me,” he ordered, baring his neck. The scent of him was the most erotic thing Ryu had ever smelled, like cedar and spice, and he mewled helplessly. To be offered such a thing from a man as powerful as Kentario…
Cautiously, eagerly, with his heart hammering in his chest, he leaned up, fixing his mouth to that small gland. Then his teeth bit down hard, and he heard Kentario’s moan fill the darkness. Scent flooded his senses, all through his mouth and nose, like ambrosia from the heart of the temple. Kentario moaned again, his body shaking, then he muttered a curse, his hips thrusting forward, and Ryu felt a surge of pride and satisfaction as he realised he’d made Kentario come, just from a simple bite.
“Goddess above…”
Suddenly there was a heavy weight pressing him down, as Kentario buried his face in Ryu’s neck. He felt a sudden, sharp pain at the base of his throat, and then a burst of ecstasy as the sensation shot straight to his groin. Wetness spurted between them, Ryu’s senses shorting out as his climax burst through him in waves. He wrapped his arms around the massive shoulders holding him down, riding the waves of pleasure until the very last trickle made its way out of his body. His legs collapsed to the bed, his breath coming hard and fast, while he could feel the hot puffs of Kentario’s breathing against his skin.
He waited, half expecting a wave of guilt or regret to assail him. This, more than anything else, was something that crown princes were not supposed to do, not until they’d met their soulmate, and even then, generally not until his partner had walked down the aisle in the temple and they’d pledged themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.
But instead, he felt only peace. Sorrow niggled at the back of his mind, but he ignored it.
After a long moment, Kentario pulled out, staggering – yes,staggering– over to the bathroom to fetch some toilet paper to clean them both up, and Ryu felt another self-satisfied burst of pride that he’d managed to putKentario Amagardain that state.
Some hasty fumbling around followed, as Kentario tossed the tissue in the bin and dragged the blankets back onto the bed. As he climbed back into bed, Ryu snuggled up close against his shoulder, smiling as a warm, firm arm snaked around his back, pulling him tightly against his bodyguard. Regardless of what was going on out in the city, he felt entirely safe here, warm, protected, and morerightthan he’d ever felt before in his life. He closed his eyes and knew nothing more until morning.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ryu woke up slowly, cool air on his back and fractured sunlight trying to creep in around the curtains. He rolled over and stretched, a smile settling on his face as he felt various muscles protesting, a welcome ache that reminded him ofexactlywhat had happened last night. His ass was deliciously sore from Kentario’s attentions, and he wriggled against the sheets, enjoying the sensuous reminder of their activities. He’d had sex with his bodyguard. With the man who was supposed topreventthat sort of thing from happening. The irony was oddly satisfying.
But on the heels of that thought came the memories of everythingelsethat had happened last night, and his smile faded.
The sound of the shower shutting off got his attention, and he realised that the running water had been what had woken him up. He pulled the sheets up high, curling into a ball beneath them, wishing he could stave off the need to face the day for another few minutes.
Not long after, Kentario emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him out. He was dressed, his gun strapped to his hip, and he paused when he saw that Ryu was awake, his stern glare mellowing just a fraction to a pensive frown. “Get showered and come downstairs,” he said gruffly, shoving his feet into his boots. “We’ve got work to do.” Without so much as a backward glance, he marched out the door, and a moment later, his heavy boots could be heard thudding down the stairs.
But far from being put out by the terse greeting, Ryu smiled indulgently as the footsteps faded away. The fact that last night had happened at all was far more telling than the man’s mood this morning, and he knew Kentario felt like he was currently carrying the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. And he was right; the danger to Ryu was far from over, and they were going to have to put in some serious planning hours if they were going to figure out what to do next.
Abandoning his attempts at putting off the inevitable, Ryu forced himself out of bed and headed for the shower.
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“Coffee?” Oris greeted Ryu as he walked into the kitchen ten minutes later. “You look like you haven’t slept a wink.”
“Please,” Ryu replied. He’d actually slept quite well, for the few hours that sleep had been an option, but a midnight dash through the city and the terrors of the night before had still left him feeling the strain.
Kentario was already seated at the kitchen table, wolfing down a bowl of egg-rice, with a dish of sliced fruit and yoghurt waiting to the side. He’d put on his jacket, the collar doing a serviceable job of covering the newly-bitten scent gland on his neck, and Ryu had made sure to put on his sweater, the neck covering his own bite mark. As Kentario had said last night, they had enough complications at the moment without Oris getting wind of this latest development in their relationship.
“Rice?” Oris asked, offering Ryu a steaming bowl. He was dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks, his usual attire for a day at the palace, assuming there weren’t any particularly important guests scheduled to visit, and his hair was wet, combed back from his face. “It’s not quite as fancy as you’d get at the palace, but I’m not a complete novice in the kitchen.”
“I’m sure it’s wonderful. Thank you,” Ryu said, taking a seat beside Kentario. The coffee was ready a minute later, and Oris sat down to join them.
