Page 57 of Henrikk’s Secret

Here and now, in this perfect bubble where it was just him and Asher, he’d discovered what his own desires were. He was startled to realise that they were not new. They’d merely been suppressed.

Now, the truth resurfaced, and it was like the first drop of water after a long drought. It was simply not enough. He was parched, and he craved more with every fibre of his being.

Henrikk slid his hand into Asher’s trousers, delighting in finding that he was hard as a rock. Henrikk pulled him out, stroking the generous length, thick and velvety smooth to the touch. Asher watched intently, twitching in his hand.

Henrikk bent closer, his breath warming the head of Asher’s cock. “I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you?” Asher breathed, his chest rising with shallow breaths.

“Suppose I was waiting for the right moment.”

Asher gave a strangled laugh. “You’ve always been a tease.”

“Hmm.” Henrikk kissed the head of his cock where precum leaked, dampening his lips.

Asher flinched and gave a shuddery breath. “Tease.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

Asher shuddered as Henrikk ran his tongue over the head, firm and sensual. He paused to lick his lips, tasting Asher. The fact that he’d never tasted him before was insanity. He repeated the motion, swirling his tongue around the head.

“More?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” Asher gasped, his strong fingers threading in Henrikk’s hair.

He cupped Asher’s large balls and squeezed gently. “Say please.”

Asher’s loose fingers tightened in his hair in warning. “More.”

Henrikk smiled, undeterred by the mild sting of his hair being pulled. He delivered a long, slow stroke of his tongue up Asher’s shaft, then parted his lips as if to take Asher in his mouth.

Asher stopped breathing.

Henrikk grinned in triumph, hovering over his cock. “Say please.”

“Fucking hell.”

“Say it.”

“You always have to be in control, don’t you?”

Henrikk shrugged. “Not always.” He kneaded Asher’s balls as his tongue slid up along his shaft, his other hand pumping the head. Asher jerked in response, his grip on Henrikk’s hair becoming painful.

“I can’t tell whether you actually want me to take charge or not.”

Henrikk wasn’t sure either. He just knew he wanted Asher. “I want everything,” he whispered. “I want to experience everything with you.”

And I want to get to know every part of you.

He was already familiar with the easy-going side of Asher. But there was also the darker side, the one that had emerged on the Keep’s balcony and taken Henrikk by force as snowflakes drifted down.

Asher groaned. “Just fucking get on my cock before I do something I’ll regret. Please,” he added.

Henrikk smiled smugly. He suspected he’d come within an inch of Asher taking control and throat fucking him. He was slightly disappointed, but it was probably for the best. This was all so new to him. He’d never sucked another man off before, and he wanted to relish every second of it.

But enough teasing.