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“Aether-dammit—” Roy exhaled, grabbing a fistful of the silky blue hair. “You don’t have to.”

“I know.” The breeze of Cal’s breath hit all the right places, forcing Roy’s hips to buck. The tip slipped into the maddening heat of that warm, royal mouth, and Roy lost himself in the sensation.

“S—stop.” Roy wheezed, gently pressing on Cal’s forehead. “Wow. Geez. You gotta slow down; it’s not like I have two rounds in me anymore.”

“Can you stop calling yourself an old man?” Cal snorted and rose, wrapping his arms around Roy’s shoulders. “You’re not even forty.”

“Two years to go.”

“Even that doesn’t make you old!”

“Right.” Deciding to ignore his doubts, Roy took tiny steps backwards, navigating to the open sleeping pod. He’d briefly considered other suitable surfaces—at this point, any would do, but he wanted comfort for his blue-haired prince. Aether willing, there would be another opportunity to bend him over the dashboard.

For now, the sight of Cal arching his back, his thighs falling open, was just enough.

“I’ve been thinking,” Cal started, angling his head to allow gentle bites down to his collarbone.

“Did it hurt?”

“No. Barely a nibble.”

“I meant the thinking.” Roy grinned.

“Dumbass,” Cal huffed. A moan followed as Roy lay on top of him, pinning him into the soft pod padding. “I saw there’s rope in the storage.”

“Well, yes. In case the flight gets bumpy again on the way home. Last thing I want is honey spilt all over the shelves.”

“Maybe you could also do other fun stuff with it.” Cal’s long eyelashes whipped his cheeks as he batted them.

“You keep teasing without knowing what you’re asking for,” Roy grumbled. To punctuate his point, he sank his teeth into Cal’s perked-up nipple, just a short burst of pain to remind him about the line between fantasies and reality.

Somehow, he achieved the very opposite. With his back arched, Cal moaned loudly, his cock hardened against the blue fluff on his belly. “That. Do that, more. Please.”

Roy pushed himself up, framing Cal’s head with his arms. “Are you sure?”

A whimper escaped Cal’s pink lips. “Yes. Now, the ropes.”

“Okay.” As he ran a thumb along Cal’s chin, a bubbly feeling rose in Roy’s chest, pushing a smile to his mouth. “Wanna set down some rules before we start?”

Cal nodded, his eyes darkened with what could only be interpreted as lust. An inexplicable, irrational desire—maybe the Universe had funny ways to play with Roy’s heart.

“Safe word,” Roy blurted, forcing his scattered thoughts into a coherent line. “In case things get too rough.”

“They won’t,” Cal whispered.

“Still,” Roy insisted. “Pick one. Anything.”

After a pause, Cal said, “Buttercup?”

“Okay—but we’re changing it when we get home. Believe me, you don’t want sixty pounds of feline jumping on you out of nowhere.”

“Good thinking.”

With his voice pitched lower, Roy brushed his mouth against Cal’s cheek. “How far do you want to go?”

“Fuck me, Roy. And stop going through your little questionnaire.”

“Patience,” Roy rumbled. “Or I’ll make you answer the questions while you’re whimpering and begging.”