Page 69 of Noble Charms

“Go on,” Aria whispered. Noble glanced down at the top of his head, unable to see his expression.

Slowly, voice seeming lower than before, Noble said, “Guided his hand to her wet sex. He touched her, and needed no instruction to slide his fingers back and forth until she moaned her assent. She parted her legs to welcome him, and The Prince put his manhood inside her inch by inch, until they were both.” Noble’s voice caught again. He’d not read erotic novels before, and the words filled his mind with the image of it, of Eleanor finally making love to the man she wanted this badly, and⁠—

Noble was hard.

He tried to ignore it as he said, “Until they were both pressed together as tightly as could be. Side by side in this bed, he moved into her again and again until she begged for more. He gave her more. He rolled her onto her front and rutted against her backside, his ample cock filling her dribbling cunt so completely that she couldn’t stop herself from coming against his assault. She spent with a scream and he followed soon after, the wet splash of him making her feel all the more full and satisfied. They fell asleep after, in one another’s arms.”

The chapter ended there.

Noble fortunately had a blanket pulled over his lap, but one wrong move, and his hard cock would be impossible to hide. He steadied his voice as he said, “Good for Eleanor.”

“I may never get to feel that again, will I?” Aria asked. He looked up, eyes glassy with tears again. “I may never find someone who loves me like The Prince loves Eleanor.”

“Yes, you will,” Noble choked.

“No,” Aria said, voice near silent, lips trembling. He sat up, shifting to his knees on the mattress next to Noble. “You don’t know that. I’m not like Eleanor. I’m not lovable like she is. I’m just⁠—"

Noble sat tall, took Aria’s face into his hands, and kissed him. He couldn’t say everything he wanted with words. But this? He could say it with this.

Aria’s mouth smelled of salt, of fresh-baked bread. As soon as Noble backed away, Aria sat up to chase his lips. He gazed at Noble's mouth for half a second too long, and Noble knew.

He knew that Aria wanted this too.

He'd taken many women to bed, and he witnessed this every time, before they gave in—the moment they wanted him more than they wanted to maintain their solemnity. He hadn't the fortitude to do anything other than kiss Aria again. And it was Aria that licked the seam of his mouth, and sank against his chest. Noble knew another thing too: this would possibly be the only time he ever got to bed with Aria, and he had to make it count. He had to make a point. If for no one else, for himself.

He loved Aria, but he didn't know if he'd love sex with a man, and he meant to find out now.

PART IV: THE FINAL DAYS

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A QUICK RELEASE

NOBLE

Noble did his best work under a deadline. In school, working as lead planner at the estate, even when competing with Morgan at a sport.

And making love to Aria had one bright, dawning clock that he had to beat, because Noble knew not if he would ever have this chance again. Aria yearned to be touched and wanted and loved, and Noble gave him all of that, but⁠—

Daylight would soon break, casting all that they did in shadow, and what would Aria want then?

The hours Noble had were few. And he knew not every detail of fucking a man, but he was nothing if not a teachable lover in bed. It'd taken only minutes for him to find the right pace, cadence, and rhythm of his first, second, and third fingers pumping in and out of Aria's tight pink hole.

Aria had no voice with which to speak, with which to tell him what worked. Noble studied his face. And when Aria went to hide it within the pillow, or the sheets, or behind his arm, Noble pulled him close again, to gaze into his dazed blue eyes, to watch as he reached one near call to the next. Noble hadn't even touched his cock yet, and it was already twitching hard against his pale white belly, spilling wet arousal over his skin.

He hadn't any expectations for his first time with a man, except that it would be different. He hadn't imagined how deeply he'd enjoy Aria’s flushed face and trembling thighs caging him in. He should have known, though.

Aria was perfect. Every quiet, pleading sound he made could have been the bells of a church.

Noble knelt in worship between Aria's legs, fucking him with his fingers, kissing the breath from his lips. He was a pious man, and he asked for nothing from Aria, except to taste him more. When Aria’s hard pink cock twitched hard and splattered them both with cum without even being touched, Noble felt as if he’d been anointed by holy oil.

Aria, still trembling from his orgasm, made a quiet noise of confusion when Noble pulled back. “Wait,” his hoarse voice whispered. “Where are you going?”

“To fetch a cloth,” said Noble.

Aria shook his head no, grabbed Noble’s arms, and hauled him close again. “Please. I want you to…” His eyes fluttered shut, damp face growing deeper red. “Please fuck me, Noble. I need you.”

Noble’s mind left him entirely. He gazed down at Aria, awed. “Okay, sweetheart.”