“I think the Kaplan needs to see what you're capable of, Misha.” the Swan King said as he sat back. “It looks as if he's undecided.”
The King's cock sprang free, long and thin and beautiful. I didn't hesitate but licked my lips and bent over his lap, giving Konstantin a side view of me taking that royal member into my mouth. The King pulled back my hair so nothing impeded the view, then sighed as I got to work.
I don't remember how many times I'd sucked his cock in front of others but it was enough that doing so now didn't bother me. In fact, my cock started to ache with arousal, and I put all my efforts into making a show out of it, twirling my tongue around the head of Niko's dick before sucking the entire length into my mouth. And while I did, I kept shifting my stare to Konstantin, eager to see his reaction.
It was worth several looks. Eyes burning and lips parted, Konstantin tensed as if ready to leap across the space between us and yank my lips from my lover to force them onto himself. My hand drifted to my erection, and I began stroking it in time with my slow movements over Nikolay.
“On your knees, Misha,” the King's voice had gone breathy, a sure sign that he was close to coming. That was fast, but then again, as much as Niko liked to watch, he also enjoyed being watched.
I shifted onto the floor without stopping, settling myself between Nikolay's legs.
“Move your legs further out,” he ordered. “I want you properly bent over so your potential master can see your beautiful ass.”
I did as instructed, the weight of my hair parting around me to reveal my ass. My reward was a deep, primal, tiger groan.
“Do we have a deal, Konstantin?” Niko's voice sounded so smug, so sure of the answer he'd receive.
But before the Kaplan could speak, Nikolay came, his hand holding my head down as he cried out brokenly. Body tensed and hips angled up to me, the King arched his back. I sucked his release down and kept sucking until he tapped my head. But when I tried to move away, he pushed me back down, holding me in his lap, my lips closed around his spent cock so it wouldn't slip out.
“If you agree, I will allow you to penetrate him tonight,” Nikolay said languidly.
I flinched and my cock bobbed. He meant it; the King was always generous after he came.
“What did you say?” Konstantin whispered.
“You may have three thrusts,” the Swan King said. “But you'll take them on your knees before me, while my cock is in his mouth.
Silence.
“There is a bottle of lubricant in the drawer of that little table there,” Nikolay went on. “Misha, spread your ass for him.”
I reached back and pulled my cheeks open.
The tiger made a wounded sound.
“Yes, he's lovely even there. Look at that precious pink ring, all puckered for you. Waiting to bloom around your cock and suck you dry.”
“Fuck,” Konstantin whispered.
“Don't worry, I'll summon someone to finish you off,” the King offered. “You can even finger Misha's ass while you fuck his stand-in.”
I heard movement behind me, felt Konstantin's approach, and my heartbeat skyrocketed. When he laid his hand on my back, my body jerked, and I nearly came. But then that broad palm swept upward and over, following my arm down to my hand.
Konstantin wove his fingers through mine and with a voice gone rough, said, “Get up, Mikhail.”
Nikolay lifted an imperious brow as his limp flesh slid from my mouth and the Kaplan helped me stand, but he didn't say anything.
“Look at me,” Konstantin said.
I met his stare. The lust was still there but there was something else now. Something steady and sharp. He searched my eyes as if they held an answer and whatever he saw must have convinced him because he nodded and let go of me. As I stood there, naked and confused, Konstantin went to the sideboard where Nikolay displayed his collection of expensive liquor and chose a bottle of vodka.
He brought it back and handed it to me. “Rinse your mouth.”
Nikolay chuckled wickedly.
I took a swig and swished, letting the vodka burn away the taste of the Swan King, then I swallowed and handed the bottle back. Konstantin took it and absently passed it to Niko. With another chuckle, the King threw back a swig as well.
As Niko took his drink, Konstantin slid his arm up my back again, under my hair, and pressed against my spine. Urging me forward. Gently bringing me to his solid chest. And when I leaned against him, laying my hands on his warm pectorals, the arm holding me became both support and vise, pinning me as his other hand went to my face. Konstantin lowered his lips to mine, watching me carefully the entire time, closing his eyes only at the last second, when our mouths met.
