Vanya lifted a hand to snag the medallion, tugging Soren down into a messy kiss, licking the taste of himself out of the other man’s mouth. “I want to hear you.”
He knew Soren could be quiet, a skill taught to all wardens to keep them safe in the poison fields. Sometimes Vanya indulged in a game of seeing how long it took to fuck sound out of Soren in their bed, but they didn’t have time for that here.
“You want everyone to hear,” Soren retorted, voice a rasp from Vanya’s cock.
Vanya smiled indulgently up at him as he moved his other hand over Soren’s ass to slide his fingers through the slickness smeared in the crease, pressing fingertips against his hole. “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
Soren flushed, the heat of it spreading down his chest. But he didn’t hold back a moan when Vanya slid two fingers into him, the angle not the best for depth but good enough to tease. Soren’s head tipped down, eyelashes fluttering. His fingers dug into Vanya’s shoulder as he pushed back against the touch, cock bobbing in the air.
Vanya pulled his fingers out and pressed them in again, tugging at his rim. Soren’s whine at that touch had Vanya leaning forward to lick at the sweat beading on Soren’s chest. “You deserve to let me make you feel good.”
Soren’s inhale was loud enough it echoed in the air between them. Vanya pressed his fingers in deeper, causing Soren to jerk his hips forward, his cock brushing against Vanya’s clothed chest. “And what do you want?”
“Right now? Just you.”
It was an easy want, this need he had for Soren like this. A dangerous desire Vanya had spent years clinging to, despite knowing there was no road they could walk that would see them together. Soren was a warden, and Vanya wore a crown, but right now, in this moment, they were merely two people indulging in a heated passion Vanya would not see banked.
Soren shifted on his knees, rising up higher, and Vanya let his fingers slip free. It was the work of a moment for Soren to sink down onto his cock, the heat of him drawing a groan out of Vanya’s mouth. Soren had both his hands wrapped around the back of Vanya’s neck, thumbs braced against the hinge of his jaw, holding on as he bore down with a slowness that was as much a tease as it was exquisite torture.
Vanya allowed himself to slide forward just enough to give Soren room to fully sink down, one hand splayed against the small of his back to hold him steady. Soren tipped his head back, mouth dropping open on a thick whine as he settled on Vanya’s lap, breathing heavily.
“I think about you like this,” Soren gasped out as he rose back up before sinking down again. “Every time I’m not with you. I know I shouldn’t, but I do.”
Vanya scraped his fingernails over sweaty skin, looking up into Soren’s flushed face, mouth dry at that confession. He tangled his fingers around the medallion’s chain, yanking Soren into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and gasping breath, forcing him to grind down hard rather than move. The clench of his body around Vanya’s cock was delicious, and Vanya couldn’t help the stutter of his own hips and the way he jerked upward off the throne.
Soren gasped into his mouth before he batted Vanya’s hand away, straightening enough to rise up once more and drive himself down on Vanya’s cock with a sureness that came from knowing how to take it. Vanya braced his feet against the dais, holding himself steady on the throne as Soren found a rhythm that worked in the narrow space they were in.
Vanya pushed against the small of his back, changing the angle of his hips until Soren sank down at an angle that drew a cry from him. The sound of it echoed in the throne room, and the flush on his face deepened, eyes wide as he stared at Vanya.
“I didn’t say stop,” Vanya said mildly, deigning to smack Soren’s ass. The stinging hit drew a wordless noise out of him, and Soren started to move again. “There we go.”
Soren settled his hands on Vanya’s shoulders, gripping at his robe with sweaty fingers as he rolled his hips, driving himself onto Vanya’s cock again and again. Every time his hips stuttered away from the angle that drew such delicious sounds from him, Vanya forced him back again. The sound of his cock sinking over and over into Soren’s body was drowned out by the cries the warden didn’t muffle because Vanya had asked him not to.
“Vanya,” Soren gasped out, dropping one hand to his own cock to stroke himself.
“The way you look, it’s almost a shame we don’t have an audience.” Soren’s hips jerked at that, and Vanya groaned around a smirk, bracing himself enough so he could snap his hips up as far as he could when Soren sank back down. “Would you like one? I could call in the legionnaires, perhaps some of the servants. Have them watch you fuck yourself on my cock—”
Soren came with a shout that could be heard in the hallways, sinking all the way down and grinding onto Vanya’s cock even as his release stained Vanya’s clothes. He breathed heavily, slumping forward, body twitching with the aftermath of his orgasm.
“You don’t share,” Soren murmured, voice coming out on a rasp.
“They’d never touch you, but I’d let them see what they could only dream to have.” Vanya’s cock throbbed inside the clenching heat of Soren’s body, so on edge he was half tempted to tumble the warden to the dais and fuck him into the floor. “Finish what you started.”
Soren sucked in a sharp breath before nodding jerkily, biting his lip as he shifted upward again. He couldn’t quite choke off the moan as he rolled his hips, oversensitive in the way Vanya liked him to be. He always got louder like this, having just come, still willing to take Vanya’s cock.
Vanya drew it out by setting the pace, guiding Soren’s hips how he liked. He enjoyed the ache in his gut and the way his skin burned, cock throbbing every time Soren sank down onto him again. Every time he got close to the edge, he stilled Soren’s hips, holding him close enough to kiss as he caught his breath, wanting to enjoy it.
Eventually, his need became too much for him to ignore. It was a matter of moments for Vanya to come like that after holding back for so long, driving up into Soren’s body with a shout. He held Soren close, grinding into him with jerky motions, letting the release wash through him with a heady groan.
Soren leaned forward and licked his way into Vanya’s mouth for a desperate sort of kiss. Vanya kissed him back with a ferocity that made it hard to breathe. Soren turned his head and sagged against Vanya with a gasp, not moving, Vanya’s softening cock still buried in his ass.
Vanya turned his head, brushing his lips over Soren’s temple, holding him close. “Welcome home.”
Three
SOREN
“What they are asking of you is fundamentally not allowed by way of the Poison Accords,” Delani said. Her voice came through strong over the receiver in the warden’s resupply station Soren had gone to just past dawn the morning after his arrival in Calhames.
