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“You want it inside you now?” I asked, voice ragged, trailing my wet thumb across his cheek.

“Yes.” He looked up at me through his eyelashes again, mouthing at the side of my cock. “I want you to fuck me like the desperate little slut I am.”

“And because you’re a spoiled fucking brat who likes to get his own way, huh?” My mouth stretched into a wide, feral grin. “Ask nicely.”

“Please,” he murmured, long fingers shifting inward to trace the crease of my ass, making me shiver. Still gazing up at me, he trailed slow, soft kisses over my hip bone and the top of my thigh. “Please fuck me, Vince.”

Jesus. If someone had told me six months ago that I’d have the snooty, aloof fae prince High Lord Crossbody telling me he loved me, getting on his knees for me and begging me to fuck him while he licked all over my cock, I probably would have keeled over from laughing so hard.

If someone had told me that I’d be hopelessly in love with him too, that I’d be fucking desperate for him all the time, that the thought of being apart from him now kind of made me want to cry, I probably would’ve punched them in the face.

Kicking my sweats off, I crouched to cup his chin and kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back eagerly, running his hands over my chest before dipping them lower to touch me again, cupping my balls and fisting my cock. I grunted, my hips jerking, then broke the kiss to grin at him.

“Get naked, your highness.”

His breath caught and he hurriedly stood to obey, his fingers trembling as he pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then hooked the waistband of his pants and tugged them down. He ripped off his shoes to get them over his feet, and the moment he was naked I grabbed his hips, spun him around and turned us both so he could lean on the side of the dresser.

He was already breathing faster as he rested his hands on the wood, automatically tilting his hips back. I grinned, feeling like a rabid beast as I stared at his ass before bringing my palms down on the smooth, round cheeks—almost a spank, but not quite. More like a gentle smack.

He gasped, eyes heavy with arousal as he glanced back at me over his shoulder. “Vince.”

“Spread your legs, your highness,” I rasped, smoothing my palms down his thighs and back up, waiting until he shuffled his feet out wider. Without even being told to, he leaned further forward, resting his elbows on the dresser and pushing his ass out.

“Such a good little slut,” I purred, splaying my fingers over his cheeks to spread them wider. “Can’t fucking wait to have my tongue up your ass, can you?”

He moaned hoarsely, his hole clenching in anticipation right before my eyes. I laughed, extending my tongue to let it brush feather-light over his rim. Crossbody’s hips jerked, a tiny whimper escaping him as his thighs began to quake.

“Vince.” His breaths had shallowed. “Please.”

“Please what?” I gently scraped my teeth over the crease of his ass.

Another hoarse sound left him. “Please just fuck me. I don’t want to wait. I can’t wait.”

I groaned softly, trailing my tongue inward until I could lap at his hole. “Why can’t you wait?”

He sobbed, his hole twitching under my tongue. “B-because I’m a f-fucking slut. I’m your little slut. I need your cock.”

I shuddered with pleasure, briefly pushing my tongue inside him and making him cry out, before tearing my mouth away to lunge for the suitcase. I quickly located the lube and squirted some onto my fingers, grinning when Crossbody whined and pushed his hips back impatiently.

“So fucking desperate.” I chuckled, finally running my slick fingers over his rim, my grin widening when he shuddered and whimpered with pleasure. “How many times do you want to get fucked tonight?”

“As m-many as possible,” he moaned, clenching around my two fingers when I carefully pushed them inside him. “Please. Please.”

Groaning, I worked to stretch him as fast as possible, then stood and hurriedly slicked up my cock before slotting it between his cheeks. My hands curled around his lean hips, a low moan rumbling up my throat as I watched my cockhead notch against his hole.

“Yes,” Crossbody gasped, trying to push back onto my dick until I stopped him. “Please. Hard. Fuck me hard.”

I chuckled breathlessly. “If I fuck you too hard, you’ll have to wait until I can fuck you again.”

“I can take it.” He whimpered, growing frantic as he shifted impatiently against the dresser, trying to sink my cock inside him. “Vince, please.”

Shuddering with pleasure, I finally gave him what he wanted, slowly pushing my cock into him. A grunt burst from my chest when his ass seemed to suck me inside in a rush. Crossbody’s head fell back with a guttural, relieved moan, his long fingers curled around the edges of the dresser and gripping it so tight his knuckles bleached.

“Hard,” he panted again, more of a plea than an order.

I laughed, sliding one hand up his spine to wrap his hair around my fist, a moan bursting from him when I gave it a gentle tug. “It’s cute that you think you get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, clenching around my cock and prompting me to slide out before sinking back inside.