All he could hear was Rohan’s breathing. It wasn’t very steady.
Neither was his.
“This is ridiculous,” Rohan said at last, and then rolled on top of him.
It was probably embarrassing how quickly Jamil wrapped his arms and legs around him, pure bliss spreading through his body, bare chest against bare chest, nothing between them but skin. Someone moaned, or maybe both of them did, as they squirmed and shifted until they were so tightly intertwined there wasn’t a hair’s breadth between them.
“Fucking hell,” Rohan said, panting against Jamil’s cheek, their stomachs pressed tightly. It felt unbelievably good and frustratingly not enough.
You feel so good on me.
He felt Rohan shudder above him, grinding his erection against his. “What the fuck is this,” he gritted out, nuzzling against Jamil’s neck before sucking on his telepathic point.
Jamil whined, raking his fingers through Rohan’s short hair, needing him closer, closer, closer.
It still wasn’t enough.
“Want you,” Jamil said breathlessly, tightening his thighs around Rohan’s hips. “Want you inside me.”
Rohan went still on top of him and then lifted his head.
Jamil went still, too, realizing what he’d just said.
He forced his eyes open.
Their gazes met, glassy with bone-deep need. He could feel Rohan’s hesitation, the storm of emotions inside him, each tugging him in a different direction. It wasn’t just rational reasons that were stopping him. He could feel that Rohan felt strange about having sex with a man, but at the same time the thought of being inside Jamil very much appealed to something in him—the same something that wanted Jamil closer, tighter, more.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Rohan said roughly, his expression pinched, his protectiveness pulsing through their bond. “Jamil, you know I’ll have to leave.”
This can’t mean anything.
Jamil swallowed.
“I know.” He pulled Rohan’s head down so their foreheads touched. He smelled so good, his subtle, masculine scent making Jamil’s head spin. A breath in. Breath out. “I’m not some green, innocent boy with my head in the clouds. I’m a grown man. I’m not fragile. It will be just a—just a fuck.”
Rohan laughed, their noses rubbing. “I think it’s the first time I’ve heard you say such a vulgar word, Highness.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Jamil said, rubbing their cheeks together and shivering at the feel of Rohan’s stubble against his smooth skin. “This feels good, too. I know you aren’t attracted to men. We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to.”
Rohan laughed again, a little bitterly. “Sweetheart, you’re delusional if you think I don’t want to. I haven’t had sex in a year.”
Jamil blinked. “What? Why?”
Sighing, Rohan kissed the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know. It just felt off. I suspect our bond is the reason.” He kissed the other corner of Jamil’s trembling lips. “We have ways to block off or break bonds on Tai’Lehr, but I couldn’t exactly go to mind healers with my problem without telling them about you.”
“So you’re basically just too sexually frustrated to say no,” Jamil said. He should probably be more bothered about the fact that Rohan would just basically use him to relieve tension, but he didn’t mind being used by Rohan at all. He wasn’t sure what it said about him. It was probably pretty pathetic, but at the moment, he didn’t care. Jamil wanted him.
Rohan nuzzled his cheek, breathing in deeply. “I’m normally not attracted to males,” he said, sucking a hickey on Jamil’s jawline. His voice sounded a little slow and slurred, as if he were inebriated. “But you—you’re different. The most beautiful”—a kiss on Jamil’s cheek— “the prettiest”—a kiss on Jamil’s nose—“the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rohan let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Fucking hell, I can’t believe the stuff coming out of my mouth. I sound like some love-struck boy who wants to get into his first girlfriend’s panties.” He sighed, brushing their mouths together. Jamil wasn’t sure if Rohan’s lips were trembling or just his own.
“I feel like I could eat you,” Rohan said hoarsely, biting Jamil’s bottom lip. “Lick you from the inside out. Put my cock in your every hole. Dirty up your flawless skin with my come. Fill you up with me until I’m the only thing you can feel.”
Jamil’s face was burning. He couldn’t speak.
“So yeah, it’s pretty safe to say that I’m beyond caring that you don’t have tits and a cunt,” Rohan said with a chuckle.
“Stop being vulgar,” Jamil managed.
Rohan chuckled. “I think you like it when I’m vulgar, Your Highness.” He licked into Jamil’s mouth. “Fuck, your mouth. I could do this for days. Wanna make love to your mouth. Stuff it full of my cock.”
Jamil had never been so embarrassed and aroused in his life. He wasn’t prudish—he’d enjoyed sex very much—but Mehmer had never spoken lewdly to him. He had no idea it was something that would turn him on so much.
“Will you let me?” Rohan murmured, before giving him another deep, greedy kiss. They both were breathless with raw want by the time he ended it with a wet noise. “Will you suck my cock, sweetheart? Will you let me fuck your mouth?”
Jamil shuddered, incredibly aroused by Rohan’s filthy words and the images they provoked in his mind. “Please.” He wasn’t sure what he meant to say. Please don’t? Please don’t stop?
But Rohan seemed to understand what he meant.
Jamil watched dazedly as Rohan pulled his erection out. It was thick and dark, and leaking so profusely that Jamil licked his lips, imagining having to slurp and swallow all of that, so undignified and obscene.
Rohan must have read the hunger in his gaze, because he cursed, closed his eyes for a moment, his jaw clenched as if in pain, and then silently moved up and straddled Jamil’s chest.
Jamil gasped as Rohan grabbed a fistful of his hair and nudged the slippery cock head against his lips. “Open your pretty mouth for me, Your Highness.”
Gods, this shouldn’t have been so arousing. Being reminded of his position, of the utter inappropriateness of this, shouldn’t have made his cock harder. He was the Crown Prince. He shouldn’t be nearly naked in bed with a lowborn rebel, eager to suck his cock, to get his mouth fucked.
But at that moment, he didn’t care. He didn’t even care that he could see the portrait of his husband as a thick cock pushed inside his mouth. All he wanted was this cock. Jamil relaxed his jaw, letting Rohan feed him his erection. It felt so good: to be filled, to be used, to have a hard cock in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Rohan bit out, looking down at him with dark, bottomless eyes, his expression so intense and hungry it went straight to Jamil’s cock. He could feel Rohan’s pleasure as if it were his own, could feel how good his mouth felt around Rohan’s cock, how badly Rohan wanted to just fist his hair and fuck his throat raw, until Jamil was choking on it.
Jamil’s arousal spiked at that image and he felt Rohan’s surprised amusement. “You’re full of surprises, sweetheart,” he murmured, his gentle words contradicting the punishing grip on Jamil’s hair. “Is this what you secretly fantasize about? To be used like a thing, fucked by a lowly servant?”
Jamil moaned around him, and Rohan’s hands moved to cradle his face. “Or maybe you want to be used by all of your servants. Maybe you’ve imagined them taking turns on you—”
“Shut up,” Jamil thought at him, since his mouth was occupied. But he couldn’t stop himself from pushing his sleep pants down and grabbing his own neglected cock. He stroked it desperately, so turned on he could barely think.
Rohan gave a gentle laugh. It wasn’t mocking at all, but Jamil’s face still felt aflame.
“Nothing wrong with having naughty fantasies, Jamil,” he said, looking down at him with open affection that was at odds with the rough fucking he was giving Jamil’s mouth. “Maybe they take turns on you,” he murmured, his eyes black as sin. “Maybe one of them fucks your mouth while another fucks your ass. And there’s a long line for each of your holes, with your servants waiting impatiently for their turn on you, their cocks out as they watch you take cock after cock, but still unable to sate the hunger in you.” Rohan’s thrusts became faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Jamil’s mouth. “Because the only cock you really want is mine. The only jizz you want to swallow is mine—” Rohan came with a low growl, his come hitting the back of Jamil’s throat.
Jamil swallowed greedily, Rohan’s pleasure washing over his body and heightening his own. It took just a few strokes of his own cock and he was coming with a wanton moan, still sucking on Rohan’s softening cock, unwilling to let go.
At last, Rohan winced and pulled out before collapsing beside Jamil and immediately pulling him into his arms. Jamil went, boneless and spent, pressing his face to the hollow of Rohan’s throat, his body singing with pleasure. He only had the presence of mind to kick off his pants.
They lay like that for a long time, luxuriating in the feeling of contentment, wanting to savor the sensation, their minds wrapped tightly around each other.
“I think you broke me,” Rohan said at last.
Jamil made an unintelligible sound that could have meant anything.
