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“About being my little slut?”
He winced. “Yes. But no, I wasn’t just being dramatic. I meant it. I mean it.” His mauve eyes were soft as he gazed down at me. “When I thought I would have to go back there, I knew that I would mourn the loss of you above everything else. I couldn’t bear the idea of never seeing you again.”
“I wouldn’t have let that happen,” I said, my voice thick.
He smiled. “I know. But even if I had wanted to go back there one day and become king… if you had asked me not to, I wouldn’t have.” He swallowed, gazing at me solemnly. “I would have given all of it up for you anyway, Vince.”
Shit. That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever fucking said to me. My throat had closed up, the lump in there refusing to budge no matter how many times I swallowed. I realised I was clutching the front of his shirt tightly, crumpling the fabric, but I couldn’t let go.
“So I guess… uhhh…” My voice was shaking with nerves and something else—something more intense, but exhilarating. “We’re not just fucking anymore.”
“No.” He smiled wide. “We are not just fucking anymore.”
I forced my fingers to unclench so I could smooth my hand up his chest, feeling his heart beating hard and fast through the soft fabric of his shirt. Feeling almost shy, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss.
Had we ever kissed like this? It had always been hard and frantic and desperate, sometimes even punishing. This was disarmingly gentle, almost featherlight, but at the same time, heavy with the implication of what it meant.
What we were now doing. Together. We were in this together.
When the kiss ended, I was a little tongue-tied and, much to my alarm, kind of choked up. I cleared my throat roughly, running my palms up and down his lean chest. When I felt how hard his heart was beating—just as hard as mine—it helped to calm me down. We were both nervous. This was… new for both of us.
And soon, everyone would know that he was mine. A heavy throb of possessive, satisfied pleasure swelled in my chest at the realisation, and I felt my eyes flare as I looked up at Crossbody.
“Now you really are my little slut,” I rasped, my gaze roaming over the smooth skin at the top of his chest, the hollow of his throat, his elegant collarbone. “Just mine.”
“Yes.” His little fangs raked over his lower lip as his hooded eyes grew heavier. Wrapping his long fingers around my wrist, he lifted my hand to press a kiss to my palm, nuzzling me there. “Just yours, Vince.”
Fuck. I swallowed, watching him, my dick growing achingly hard so fast I almost went light-headed. Apparently, being in love made me really fucking horny.
Tugging my hand free, I grabbed his nape and yanked him into a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss. Crossbody moaned in surprise, the muffled sound vibrating into my mouth, but he shivered and went lax when I spun us around to press his back against the wall. I was already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them.
“Vince.” He was breathing faster by the time I tore my mouth free to kiss all over his neck, and he gasped as I mouthed at his earlobe before scraping my teeth over the shell of his pointed ear. “W-we… What about Lady Potato—”
“They can wait.” I’d already moved on to his fancy Otherworld pants and was busy clumsily untying the laces, speaking between more feverish kisses over his neck. “They’re fine. Rob loves her. Don’t worry about it.”
He moaned, leaning his head back against the wall and running his palms over my bare shoulders then up into my hair. Just as I began to kiss my way back up his neck to his mouth, I heard my phone vibrating on the dresser beside us.
“Mmph.” Crossbody glanced over while returning my eager kisses. “It’s… it’s Holt. He’s calling you.”
“Fuck Holt.” I dipped my hand into his pants, fisting the base of his shaft. Crossbody gasped, eyelashes fluttering from the sensation. “He can wait too.”
He nodded quickly in agreement, cupping my face and kissing me again before hurriedly reaching between us to feel the outline of my cock through my sweats. I grunted into his mouth, thrusting my tongue so deep that I felt his throat tighten around it. Crossbody moaned, rubbing my hard dick and sucking on my tongue until he abruptly dropped to his knees, breathing hard and tugging my sweats down over my hips.
“Oh shit,” I panted, my fingers automatically carding through his soft hair. “Baby, you—”
He swallowed my entire length, gagging briefly and making my knees almost buckle. I leaned a hand on the wall behind him for support, my chest already heaving as I looked down so I could watch him eagerly choke on my dick, his hands smoothing reverently over my hips before sliding around to palm my ass.
“Fuck.” I hissed when he swallowed, his throat tightening around me, before he gagged with a guttural moan and pulled back to catch his breath. “Such a fucking dirty mouth. How many dicks have you sucked to get this good at it, you little whore?”
He moaned, sucking on the head of my cock before letting the tip rest on his lower lip as he grinned up at me. “Not that many, actually.”
His voice was already hoarse from taking me into his throat, and his cheeks were flushed with arousal and happiness. As he held my gaze, he kissed the leaking tip of my cock before swirling his tongue around it slowly.
I grinned, shifting my hand from his hair to cup his cheek and smooth my thumb over his damp lower lip. “Just a natural cocksucker, huh?”
“Yes,” he breathed, then briefly sucked my thumb into his mouth, smoothing his tongue around it while I gritted my teeth to hold back a groan. “I love your cock, Vince,” he continued in a lust-drunk murmur, dropping kisses down my length. “I love touching it. I love sucking it. I love having it inside me.”
“Jesus.” My breaths were sawing out of me as I watched him lick all over my cock, and my hand was lightly trembling when I smoothed my thumb over the flat of his tongue again. He moaned low, sucking it inside before moving back to my dick and swirling his tongue hungrily around the head.
