He squirmed, unable to get enough friction from his pants on his aching cock, knowing he’d probably come anyway whenever Corin got around to using him properly.
“Don’t come,” Corin said, and he had to have been lying when he claimed dragons didn’t read minds. Of course, a command from Corin, any command, had Aster’s bollocks tight and aching in half a second, especially when Corin chose that moment to thrust halfway into his throat. Sparks danced in his vision as he struggled for a breath, but he wanted it, he wanted that thick pressure, his lips stretched, his tongue held down. “If you wait, I’ll suck you off when you’re done,” Corin added, voice rough.
Well, fuck, that wasn’t helping…he let out a garbled, choking moan around his mouthful, and Corin thrust again, and again, and it didn’t take long at all before he came down his throat in hard, thick, dragon-hot pulses.
Corin had spend almost like any other man’s, salty and bitter and slick, but laced with spice and what Aster imagined magic might taste like. It acted on him like magic, anyway, sending a thrill along his arms to his tingling fingers, warming him from the inside out. No other man had ever made him feel like this. It had to be magic, didn’t it?
He moaned again, licking his lips to chase that extraordinary flavor as Corin pulled out. He opened his eyes, blinking up at Corin looming over him.
Somehow he’d managed to obey, and his cock still throbbed heavy and desperate against the front of his trousers.
“Please,” he gasped, gazing up at Corin’s flushed face and glittering eyes. “I did what you told me?” Despite everything else they’d done, Corin hadn’t even really touched Aster’s cock yet with his hands, much less with his mouth, and Aster needed it, needed it like air. Not that he blamed him. Aster had come untouched as often as not, overstimulated by having him at all. And if he had to choose whether Corin would fuck him up the ass or touch his cock, he’d choose getting fucked. But… “Please?”
Corin caught him under the arms and hauled him up directly into a ferocious, breath-stealing kiss, licking into Aster’s mouth like he was savoring the taste of his own spend there.
Aster’s head was already whirling when Corin pulled back, bent suddenly, and hoisted Aster over his shoulder, head hanging down. “What are you—Corin!” Aster protested, arms waving, unable to see or do anything—and then he was bouncing against Corin’s back, everything moving as well as upside down.
He managed to get a grip on Corin’s waist and pinch him. An instant later, Corin’s hand cracked against his ass, and he screamed and flailed and subsided, half laughing and half crying, as Corin got him the rest of the way up the stairs, every jounce tossing his head this way and that.
Then the world spun sickeningly again as Corin tossed him down onto the bed.
Everything resettled after a moment. The bed was solid beneath him. Despite the rough handling—or, if he were being totally honest, probably because of it—his cock still strove mightily to tear its way through his pants. And above him Corin leaned down, propped on his fists to either side of Aster’s shoulders.
The silence stretched.
Corin didn’t touch him.
Was Aster supposed to ask?
“You’re not actually my captive,” Corin said abruptly at last. “I needed to fob him off. He couldn’t be the one to—but you don’t have to—Aster, you’re not obligated to do anything. With me. I know it’s easy to say that now after I already let you suck my brains out through my cock.”
Oh, God give him patience with Corin and his scruples, especially since they were sometimes a little too late, and doubly especially because he apparently had to argue about this now instead of getting Corin’s hands or mouth on his prick. His erection hadn’t subsided, but it was losing hope.
“You said it before I sucked your brains out through your cock, too,” Aster pointed out. “Not that you sounded particularly sincere—Corin, I’m joking, don’t look like that. I know I’m not your captive or your tribute.”Not that I’d mind in the slightest. “I was grateful to you for getting rid of him. I can’t tell you how grateful. But that’s not why I sucked you!” he added desperately, as Corin recoiled, a horrified look on his face. “You were so, I mean, how could I not after you told him ‘this is my dread lair, and so on,’ I mean, really? I had to practically gnaw my own hand off so that he didn’t hear me laughing.”
Corin’s frown faded into something almost like a smile, his eyes lighting up. God, Aster could look at him forever.
“You liked that?”
“Of course I liked it. I lo—liked seeing that asshole Fredmund taken down a peg. More than a peg. Every possible peg. I’d take my chances with Marellus and Dericort every night before I married him.” Damn it, he’d wanted more time, and an orgasm, before he had to have a serious conversation about this. But he had to say it, because Corin deserved to hear it. “Thank you. You didn’t have to protect me. You certainly didn’t have to tell him I’d be staying here. You know it means he won’t be the last to turn up on your doorstep.” Aster took a deep, shaky breath to try to brace himself. “In fact, I should probably go. Across the mountains, now that the snow’s melting. Leave the kingdom entirely.”
Corin’s smile vanished like snow on a mountain pass under the summer sun. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you everything. Fuck, Aster. You won’t want to.”
The faint frisson of worry that’d started before Fredmund arrived bloomed into a full-blown ache in the pit of his stomach, strong enough to almost compete with the clench of his arousal.
Oh, God, it had to be bad. And if he allowed Corin to tell him now, whatever it was, he might never get Corin’s mouth on him.You won’t want to.
Dread spiked into terror. “My family’s all—they’re all alive, aren’t they? You aren’t hiding—”
“They’re all alive and well as far as I know,” Corin said without the faintest hesitation.
Oh, thank God, thank God, and Aster went a little faint from the force of his relief. “Then don’t tell me now. Please? Wait a few minutes. Until I’ve—a few minutes.”
Corin gazed down at him, frowning, and then finally sighed. “All right,” he said. “If that’s what you want. That’s definitely what I’d prefer,” he muttered, and lowered himself down until his weight almost pressed him into the bed.
Well. Aster didn’t need to be held down, exactly, since he’d hardly been trying to run away right that second. But he didn’t mind. At all, in fact. His hips pushed up, cock managing to just brush Corin’s stomach, hinting that holding him down a bit more might be welcome.
He needed to stop worrying about whatever Corin had to tell him, probably more horrifying details about the way everyone in the entire kingdom would be laughing at him and his entire family. Focusing on his sexual frustration had to be more enjoyable than that, at least.
