Arthur’s almost ashamed of how hard that makes him. He likes the thought of being Shae’s first, with a powerful possessiveness that takes him by surprise. He’s never felt this way about anyone else before.
“Have you kissed anyone before?” he asks, running his thumb over Shae’s lip.
Shae’s eyes dart away. “What kind of idiot would kiss a necromancer?”
“In my defense,” Arthur says, “you’re a very attractive necromancer.”
“Definitely an idiot,” Shae says. But he moans into the next kiss, arching deliciously against Arthur’s body, until they’re both red-faced and panting. When they break apart, Shae breathes, “I want more.”
Arthur swears and buries his face into Shae’s neck, inhales the raw scent of him. He wants to rush into this, turn Shae around and bury himself inside with only spit between them. Overwhelm them both. He also wants to linger. Take his time. Show Shae just how incredible touching someone can be. That it’s more than magic and survival.
The second impulse wins, and he kisses the edge of Shae’s jaw. “I want to suck your cock,” he murmurs into Shae’s heated skin. “Is that all right with you?”
By Shae’s sharp inhale and the jerk of his body, that’s definitely a yes.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Shae
Shae barely breathes as Arthur sinks to his knees in front of him. He always thought that once he got rid of his powers, he could try to seek out ordinary things. Friendship. Sex. When he was an ordinary man without silver in his ears and gravedirt under his nails, without winter in his heart.
But Arthur wants him already, as twisted as he is. Arthur grins up at him so wickedly that Shae can forget for a moment that he’s the monster here.
Careful fingers unlace Shae’s trousers, brushing his cock through the fabric, and his legs threaten to buckle. He’s very glad of the tree supporting him. His hands fall to Arthur’s head, then his shoulders, then away.
“You can grab my hair if you want,” Arthur says, leaning his cheek against Shae’s thigh. One of his hands slides from Shae’s hip up under his shirt and traces the line of his waistband. Shae flinches at the delicate touch, already close to the edge.
Arthur mouths his cock through his trousers,breathesthrough the fabric, and Shae bites his lip on a moan. He can’t help rocking his hips against Arthur’s face, and Arthur groans in response, like he’s just as turned on by this as Shae is. Arthur’s lips reach the head of his cock, sucking faintly through the fabric. Shae’s eyes roll back at the sensation.
He’s certain he’s going to come before his trousers even come off, but Arthur pulls away just before he loses himself. He strokes Shae’s thighs and hips with the same hands that wield both sword and sunlight with brutal strength, the same hands that gently bandage Shae’s injuries. Now, Arthur uses them to take Shae apart, leaving only instinct and desire.
“How’re you doing?” Arthur asks, and he has every right to look that smug.
Shae’s breath hitches. “Doing fine.”
“Fine,” Arthur repeats, laughing. The corners of his eyes crinkle. “Yeah. Lovely weather we’re having, huh?”
It could be a hurricane and Shae wouldn’t care, because Arthur’s pulling his trousers down his thighs and wrapping a broad, strong hand around his cock. Shae curves over with the pleasure and friction, swearing when Arthur’s thumb slides over his leaking slit. He can’t even tell if he’s swearing in Charaini or Lyrisenian. There aren’t words in either language to describe how good this feels. Not just the touch, but the aura consuming him.
Arthur’s other hand slides up, shoving his shirt to his waist. Fingers splay against his stomach, not holding him down, just touching him. Anchoring Shae to earth even as his other hand drives him into the tempest.
Shae’s never been exposed to someone else like this, his cock hard and red against his pale stomach and dark curls, but somehow, he doesn’t feel afraid or nervous. Arthur knows what he is, but still wants him.
He touches Arthur’s hair again with his gloved right hand. When Arthur doesn’t stop him, he pulls the wave of golden hair back so he can see better. Arthur’s flushed under the dirt and stubble. There’s still blood on his face. The intensity in his green eyes flays Shae open.
Arthur licks the base of his cock. Kisses a line up the shaft, then sucks his head again. The wet heat of Arthur’s lips is a thousand times more intense without fabric between them. Arthur’s tongue flattens over Shae’s slit, and Shae can’t bite back his groan of pleasure.
His hand tightens instinctively in Arthur’s hair, and Arthur moans around Shae’s cock. He sinks halfway down his shaft. Up again. Down. His hand pumps in time with the movement of his mouth, covering the parts of Shae he isn’t swallowing. It’s so fast compared to the teasing before. Shae braces himself with his bandaged hand against the tree, not caring about the pressure on his injury, fully enthralled with the sensation of Arthur bobbing his head over his cock. His hips thrust forward, and Arthur’s hand pushes down on his stomach, holding him in place.
The sight is almost better than the sensation. Arthur’s lips are red around his cock, his eyes lowered in concentration. Even on his knees, he’s overwhelming.
“Gods,” Shae pants. “Arthur. I’m close, if you—”
Arthur’s gaze flicks up at him. He sucks down hard, and bright white magic flares around the hand on Shae’s stomach. The energy blazes through them, lighting Shae’s every nerve with impossible pleasure. Gasping, he jerks forward and comes into Arthur’s mouth.
Pleasure and magic still race through him, tingling from the tips of his fingers to his toes, as Arthur pulls off of him and rises to his feet. He conscientiously pulls Shae’s trousers back up and tucks his cock away. His hair is a mess, his lips are red, and he’s clearly incredibly pleased with himself. Despite doing all the real work, he doesn’t look half as exhausted as Shae feels.
