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adore him.
He pushed into Kane's arms, mouth lifting for Kane's kiss, all the emotions of the last
days surging through him. Kane's mouth crashed down upon his, tongue pressing in to
taste him, to open him up and make demands. He allowed it -- he wanted it -- wanted that
power and need and love pushed into him.
His hands went to Kane's braid, pulling at it. Kane's hands wrapped around his hips,
tugging him close, driving them together. A sound ripped from his throat, full of need and
want, the strain of the last days pouring out of him.
"Yes. Yes, Eric. I have you." And Kane did, those hands strong and sure upon him.
He pulled Kane's braid apart, fingers sliding through the long, white hair, pulling it
around Kane?s shoulders. The scent of his lover lived in that heavy braid, the silken
strands pouring all around him. Another whimper left him, and he rubbed his body
against Kane's, pulling at their clothing now, searching for skin.
It was easy to strip Kane down, to bare that skin to his touch. His fingers were near
trembling with his need as he slid them over Kane's body, re-familiarized himself with
the planes and angles of his bodyguard's muscles.
"I have you." Lips brushed over his temple, his Kane so strong for him.
"I need you, K. Need you to fill me, to make me fly."
"Yes, my lord." Kane walked him toward the bedding, hands smoothing his armor away.
He gave control over to Kane, moaning as his skin was exposed to the air, pushing into
Kane's hands and begging touches. He was eased down, spread wide as Kane's mouth slid
down his body. His fingers tangled into Kane's hair, loving the silk of it as Kane's mouth
warmed him through.
"Don't stop," he begged.
"I have no intentions of stopping, my lord." That hot tongue slid over his belly, down
toward his prick.
"Good." He didn't care if the entire sun clan burst in -- he needed this.
He pushed his hips toward Kane's mouth, the tip of his prick dripping in anticipation.
Kane sucked him in, mouth hot and wet, sliding down the length of his shaft. He cried
out, head tossing. He wrapped his legs around Kane's body, heels digging into his lover's
spine. Strong hands spread his buttocks, thumbs pressing against his hole, even as that
tongue worked him.
"Yes!" He nodded, hips moving to press his ass down onto Kane's thumbs, his cock up
deeper into Kane's mouth.
Kane gave him all he needed, driving him toward that place of pleasure where nothing
mattered. Nothing but their heat. He held Kane's head in place, fucking that mouth,
fucking himself on Kane's thumbs, beginning to fly, to soar with it. "K... my K."
He heard Kane's agreement, groaned around his prick. With a cry, he came, his hips
bucking as the seed poured out of him, his ass squeezing tight around Kane's thumbs.
Kane took him in, eased him down with a soft moan, throat working around his cock.
He shuddered a few times, his cock staying hard, his body letting his need be known.
Kane kept sucking, mouth kept sliding up and down his shaft, encouraging him to move
again, to take him. His hips began to roll again, pushing his prick deep into Kane's throat,
his eyes rolling in his head as the pleasure began to grow heavy in his balls again.
Taking handfuls of Kane's hair, he rubbed it over his belly, his nipples, groaning at how
good it felt. Kane's fingers wrapped around his hips, tugging him in deeper and deeper.
He rubbed the ends of Kane's hair on his face with one hand, pinched and twisted his own
nipples with the other, the pleasure building just as quickly as it had earlier.
He was going to come again, he could feel it in his balls, in the way his cock throbbed
every time Kane's throat swallowed around the tip. Those thick thumbs pressed in,
fucking him, taking him with sure, strong motions. His balls grew hard as stones, ached
with it.
He pinched his nipples harder, hips bucking wildly as he flew into the pleasure again.
Toes curling, his fingers fisting, his entire body going tight, he came. It passed over him
in waves, and then was gone, leaving him panting and melted.
Kane's head rested on his stomach, cheek smooth and warm, comforting. He made a
noise of satisfaction, of happiness, his fingers smoothing the hair back down over Kane's
head. He closed his eyes and tried to hold onto the satisfaction, to keep everything else
out a moment more.
"Relax, my lord. I have you. I have you."
"And what of your need? You could fuck me, Kane. You could lose yourself in my
body." Even as he said the words, he knew instinctively that Kane would not allow
himself to become lost, not now.
Kane's kiss brushed the base of his belly. "Rest, my lord."
"And when do you rest, Kane?" He'd not seen his bodyguard sleep since they'd left the
tower.
"When you are safe, Ericio."
"And when will that be? How are you going to catch the cult if you're watching me all the
time?" They were going to have to do it together. There was no other choice.
"Eric. Quit pushing." Who was the king here?
"I am not pushing. I merely want this done. I cannot live like this, Kane. Always on the
run, trusting no one. I am ruler here, and yet I am a prisoner of the cult as surely as if they
had me behind bars."
"What would you have me do, Eric?" Those pale eyes flashed.
"I don't know!" He wasn't angry with Kane, he was just frustrated and angry. And scared;
his nightmares grew worse every night, promising he would die alone at the hands of his
enemies.
"Well, then." One eyebrow arched. "You rest and allow me to worry."
"How come you're always so calm?" he demanded. "Doesn't this anger you?"
"It infuriates me, that someone could harm you. It makes me rage."
"You hide it very well, Kane. It is no wonder you have need of my hand, of my whip.
Something needs to make you let it all go." So controlled, so strong. Kane was truly
amazing.
"I miss your hand, my lord."
He nodded, stroking his fingers over Kane's spine, squeezing one round buttock. "I miss
it, too, Kane. I miss giving you what you need. I miss being the only thing you know."
Kane kissed his shoulder. "Things are as they are, my lord."
"You have always been more willing to accept that than I have." He sighed, the lazy
satiation having disappeared as he railed against things he had no control over.
He got a nod, but that was all. Just a silent nod. He would never know what they had
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