Page 10 of Club Royal: Calendar Collection

When the wardrobe brought him up empty, he stood in the centre of their room with his hands on their hips.

He shook his head and wandered towards the door when a soft thud met his ears.

Pausing again, he tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes, waiting to see if the noise came again.

It did. His eyes wandered to where the sound seemed to come from, and he grinned. He’d forgotten about that.

Patrick

Why the hell had he thought hiding in the under-bed drawer was a good idea?

First, it was extremely hot, the air stifling and not at all easy to inhale.

Second, there was hardly any room. His cock was as hard as a rock from the moment he’d started running away from Kieren, but when he’d entered the bedroom, it had hardened beyond anything he’d felt before.

He’d stripped along the way, wanting to be fully naked when Kieren found him, and he couldn’t help but wrap his hand around it and stroke.

When Kieren still hadn’t found him after a few minutes, Patrick bit his lip, needing to cry out with the need to come.

He was so close; only a few more tugs and it’d be over.

He tightened his hand around the base of his shaft, stopping his impending orgasm, but his elbow connected with the edge of the drawer, giving off a small thud. He held his breath. When nothing happened, arousal flooded his system again, and he tightened his hold further, again banging his elbow.

“Fucking hell,” he mouthed, trying to breathe the dusty air as quietly as he could.

Suddenly, the drawer was yanked out, and fresh air filled his lungs along with light and the scent of his man.

“You would’ve suffocated under there,” Kieren said, staring down at him.

“Possibly,” he muttered, coughing away the dust. “Not the best hiding place.”

“Actually, it was a really good one. I almost left before you made a noise.”

Kieren’s gaze dropped to the hand still wrapped around his dick, and Patrick breathed carefully, not needing anything to set him off again.

“I just want to devour you right now, but I don’t think we can fit in there.”

Patrick snorted. “Please help me up.”

Kieren chuckled and grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feet and holding him when the drawer wobbled beneath him. Once he was free, Kieren kicked the drawer shut, holding him close.

“Now what?” Kieren said against his neck.

Patrick slid his arms up Kieren’s arms, the muscles in his biceps firm and far too covered for his liking. “Now, you get undressed.”

Kieren took his mouth, plundering his tongue inside while their hands fumbled with his clothes.

Patrick needed to feel them skin to skin, needed to touch him, have him.

Kieren walked him backwards until his heel caught on something and sent them tumbling to the bed, the breath leaving his body with an “oof,” when Kieren landed on top of him.

“Shit, sorry.” Kieren rose carefully. “The drawer wasn’t fully shut.” He pushed it closed with his foot and then climbed back over him. “Where were we?”

Patrick threaded his fingers into Kieren’s hair, the strands having grown longer while they’d been together, and dragged him down to meet his mouth again.

He spread his legs, wanting Kieren between them, needing their bodies to claim what is rightfully their own.

He had never been poetic about sex before, but when he and Kieren got together, it was nothing short of magic.

His need was too high for them to take too much longer to get Kieren inside him, so he pushed his fiancé off and reached for the lube. Handing it to Kieren, he said, “Fuck me. Now.”

Kieren grinned. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Having been in the same situation many times over the years they’d been together, Kieren made quick work of the stretching, and soon, Patrick was back on the edge as he had been while waiting in that godforsaken drawer.

As Kieren rested the head of his cock at Patrick’s entrance, he paused and met his gaze.

“I love you.”

Patrick’s heart melted. “I love you.”

Kieren pushed forward, breaching Patrick’s resistance and sliding deep.

His eyelids fluttered, but he refused to close his eyes fully, watching every flicker of expression crossing Kieren’s face.

The slight tightening of his brow, the narrowing of his eyes, his jaw dropping open, his nostrils flaring.

Each a minute show of how much he enjoyed what he was doing.

When he bottomed out, he slid his arms beneath Patrick, holding him close. “Nothing beats this.”

Patrick wrapped his legs around his waist, his arms around his neck and kissed him. Kieren set a steady pace, and Patrick was teetering between wanting it to last and chasing his climax. As he reached the pinnacle, Kieren slowed, and Patrick growled at him.

“Do you want kids?”

Patrick blinked, trying to get his head around the question when all the blood was somewhere else. It didn’t help that Kieren was still moving inside him. “What? Um, yeah. I think.”

Kieren nipped his bottom lip. “You think?”

Swallowing hard, Patrick licked his lips. “Fuck,” he breathed.

“Patrick? Kids?”

“Um, I do, yes. I’m…” He trailed off, not wanting to admit he feared being able to look after them.

“What’s worrying you?”

He should’ve known Kieren wouldn’t miss a trick. “I feel…” When he didn’t continue, Kieren increased his speed a bit, sending licks of fire down his spine.

“You feel…?”

“Unprepared.”

Kieren slammed home a few times as if rewarding him for his answer, and Patrick dropped his head back. Kieren licked a stripe up his neck but slowed down again.

“Fuck, keep going.”

“So you do want kids?”

Patrick nodded. “Do you?”

Kieren gifted him with a grin. “With you, I want everything. I’ll be there every step of the way.

” He lifted to his hands and pounded into him, those licks of fire turning into an inferno that pooled in his groin until he couldn’t handle it anymore.

He encircled his cock, and within one stroke, he was coming.

“Oh, fuck,” Kieren cursed, holding himself deep inside Patrick as he came, their gazes locked the entire time. Kieren pulled free and slumped to the side, dragging Patrick across the space to snuggle against him. “So, kids, huh?”

Patrick chuckled. “You bombarded me with that. You knew I’d cave and tell you my worries during sex.”

Kieren huffed. “It’s one of the few times you fully let your barriers down, my love. I don’t mean to be underhanded, but you need to trust that no matter what you feel, it’s valid, and I will never hate you for it.”

“What if I’d said I never wanted kids?”

“Then we’d never have kids. It’s not a requirement for our relationship. I love you. Anything else is a bonus but bonuses I don’t need.”

“How did I ever get so lucky as to find you?” Patrick’s heart beat solely for this man. He loved him fiercely and would never let him down. “When I hide next time, I’ll choose somewhere easier.”

Kieren rolled him onto his back and covered him. “Don’t you dare. Despite not being able to pounce on you in the drawer itself, it was a damn good hiding place.”

Patrick grinned. “What if I want you to find me quicker?”

“If you make it easier for me next time, I’m going to drag out your orgasm until you are so worn out you fall asleep before it happens and miss the entire thing.”

Patrick gaped at him. “You little…”

Kieren covered his mouth, sealing his words inside, and Patrick let him. No matter what happened, they would always have each other.

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