Page 64 of Courting the Dragon Prince

Without falling over, they managed to undress completely. Suddenly, glorious skin pressed against skin. They clutched, gripped, and kissed as they stumbled towards the bed.

Luther fell onto his back, pulling Onyx down on top of him. Onyx ground down, dick rubbing against Luther’s thigh. They frotted, lost in desperate kisses and the sweet glide of skin.

Head foggy with lust, Onyx jerked back. “Oil?” he gasped. “Where is your oil?”

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Luther placed his palm on Onyx’s chest and shoved him back so Luther had the space to crawl along the bed towards the nightstand. He reached out, yanked open a drawer, and grabbed the vial of oil.

Then he felt Onyx’s hand on his arse cheek, squeezing. Luther’s breath stuttered. He pushed back into the touch.

“Fuck. This is a nice arse,” Onyx said.

Luther glanced back. Onyx knelt behind him, massaging the globe of Luther’s arse. He smacked it lightly, causing it to jiggle.

“Oh!” Luther gasped.

Onyx’s gaze met his, eyes bright with lust. “You like that?”

Luther moaned.

Onyx slapped Luther’s arse cheek again. This time with more force.

“Ah!” Luther’s dick jerked.

Onyx smacked him again, hard enough that Luther rocked forward. Then he smacked him again. And again.

Luther cried out with each strike.

“That isn’t an answer, Prince Luther. I asked you if you liked it?” Onyx spanked him again. The sound echoed in the room. “And I expect you to answer me.”

“Yes!” Luther arched his back. “I fucking love it.”

Onyx rained stinging smacks onto each of Luther’s arse cheeks. Luther whimpered and groaned. His cock twitched with each ringing blow.

Finally, Onyx stopped. In the silence that followed, Luther dropped his head forward to the bedding, taking deep, shaky breaths.

“Well, the next time you piss me off, I’ll just take it out on your arse.” Onyx smoothed his hand over the stinging flesh.

“Wouldn’t be much of a punishment,” Luther confessed.

Onyx chuckled, a warm sound that slid down Luther’s spine.

Finally, Onyx seemed to have embraced his desire for Luther. He wasn’t holding back.

Thank fuck.

Onyx’s fingers skated along the inflamed skin of Luther’s arse. Luther trembled beneath the feather-light touch, such a contrast to the harsh smacks.

Luther held out the vial of oil that he still clutched in his hand. “Here.”

Onyx grabbed it. Luther heard the bottle being unstopped, and he positioned himself on the bed on all fours. Onyx tugged Luther’s arse cheek to the side, opening Luther up.

Luther gasped as cool oil slid over his hole, down his taint, and over his balls before dripping onto the bed. The vial dropped onto the sheets a moment before Onyx’s thick fingers massaged his taint.

“Oh.” Luther lowered his elbows and head to the bed, giving himself over to Onyx’s skilful touch.

Onyx’s slippery fingers slid lower, fondling Luther’s balls, tugging gently. Luther bit his lip. But Onyx’s fingers kept moving, wrapping around Luther’s length, gripping him tight, sliding his hand up and down.