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Chapter fifteen

I t is morning, but no one is disturbing me, and this bed is so warm and comfy that I want to never get up. It is the best bed I’ve ever slept in, even though I’m having to share it. I’m going to miss it when I’ve finished this mission. Perhaps I’ll have a little look and see if fey bed makers are selling to humans. Oh! That could be a business idea! I could retire and set up a shop selling fey-made beds to humans.

With a contented sigh, I roll over and find myself nose to nose with Llywelyn. His golden eyes are staring at me intently and I have to bite back my yelp.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

Do fey even get hangovers? Actually, I don’t want to know. They probably don’t and the injustice and envy will kill me.

“Fine,” he says carefully.

My heart starts to race, but I’ve never backed down from a difficult conversation. I’m not a coward. “What do you remember?”

He blinks slowly and the faintest hint of pink traces along his cheekbones. “Most of it. I think.”

My gaze drops down to his crumpled robes and the sliced V neck that Prys made of them. Llywelyn’s soft looking skin taunts me. Beckoning me to touch.

I swallow and pull my gaze away. Maybe I should have let Tae manhandle him into a nightgown. But after everything, I wanted to let him sleep. Now I’m wondering if that was for my benefit or his .

Llywelyn is giving me a strange look. As if he doesn’t know what to make of me. Like I’m some sort of baffling puzzle that doesn’t make any sense.

How much does he remember about last night? I should give him a summary, just in case he has gaps.

I clear my throat. “You agreed to a wager with Prys, that whoever lost would spread for the other three. You were losing, so I intervened and Tae backed me up.”

The other stuff, the bit where he offered himself to me and called me by his abuser’s name, that doesn’t need to be brought up, ever. It is personal and private. And irrelevant to the mission.

Llywelyn licks his pink lips. “I will let it be known that you are obsessed with me, and cock-drunk.”

Cock-drunk? I’m pretty sure that’s a translator glitch, but I get the gist. He wants to explain away my behaviour by claiming I’m addicted to his cock and want to keep it for myself. To be fair, it is a very nice cock. I could get addicted to playing with it and watching it spurt. But what I really want is for him to get addicted to taking my cock. I want Llywelyn to be cock-drunk for me.

Jesus Christ. What is wrong with me? Why are my thoughts wandering down this path?

“Yes. Well, it was a fuckup, but you are right, we can deal with it,” I blurt hastily in a desperate attempt to get my mind back on track.

Llywelyn’s golden eyes dim and his lips curl downwards. A look of utter dejection flows over his pretty face before he quickly rearranges his features to a carefully blank expression.

My chest tightens. Oh shit! I’ve made it sound like saving him was a mistake. Something that I regret. And the look in his eyes…he looked so hurt. But it is the calm resignation and acceptance which followed, that is going to haunt my dreams. Llywelyn truly believes he deserves to be uncared for. That he is not worthy of having anyone have his back .

What the hell do I say to fix this without sounding all soppy and infatuated? He will not believe me if I say, ‘Fuck the mission, I’m glad I saved you from being molested.’

Llywelyn squirms and drops my gaze. Now what? He shifts position again. Ah, I think I know what’s up. I throw back the covers and reveal his erection straining against his silk robes.

He returns his gaze and adds an arrogant tilt to his chin. He is quite right, morning glory is nothing to be ashamed of.

“Will it go down if you leave it?” I ask.

His eyes widen in horror and he shakes his head. I bite back my chuckle. I would absolutely hate to be in his predicament. Hard, and needing other people’s help to relieve yourself? That’s the stuff of nightmares.

I search his face. He had a traumatic night. He has a super messed up past. Is blowing his load really the best thing for him right now? The last thing I want to do is add to his trauma.

But what is the alternative? Being stuck with an uncomfortable hard on? That seems like a cruel and unusual punishment. Certainly not one that I would ever wish to suffer.

I nod as I reach my decision. Then I slide down the bed. Llywelyn props himself up on his elbows and stares at me in surprise. I lift up his robes and free his pretty cock.

He swallows audibly. I guess I really did put up a fuss about this part of the job, at first. Seems I’m well and truly over my initial reluctance now.

“What, never had a blow job before?” I tease.

His face pales and his eyes grow enormous. I freeze. He has to be kidding me, right?

“Pets can bite…it’s not a good idea…” he whispers hoarsely.

An image flashes in my mind of Tae’s mouth full of vicious teeth, and I wince. Yeah, that makes total sense. But what about lovers? I stare at him and he drops my gaze and bites his bottom lip. Oh god. He sprouted nonsense about only loving his abuser. Has he only ever been with that creep, and pets ?

His chest is rising and falling rapidly. Seems like I’m right. Fucking hell, the poor man has never had his cock sucked, it is a travesty. But surely your first time should be with someone special?

I nearly let out a snort laugh. Yeah right, because all gay men get their first blow job from the love of their life. I’m being ridiculous. Besides, if I change my mind now, he will feel rejected. And part of the reason I was really keen to do this was to try to make amends for my shitty comment about saving him being a fuckup.

For flip’s sake. What a mess. I can’t believe I’m having a moral dilemma about sucking cock.

My gaze drops down to his hard cock, inches from my face. He looks so delicious my mouth is watering. Fuck it. I’m doing this.

I lean forward and run my tongue all along his cock. Right from the base, all the way to his tip. He lets out a little gasp and I want to fist pump the air. Finally! I’m finally getting a reaction from him.

I give him another long lick and then I’m all out of patience. I reach the top of him, wrap my lips around him, and slide all the way down. He moans delightfully and I groan in return. Fuck, it has been far too long since I had a cock in my mouth. I had almost forgotten what it feels like.

Warm and heavy. Silky and salty. Smooth and hard. He is a perfect size too. Filling my mouth without choking me. I could suck on him all day. This could be my new happy place.

Humming happily, I get to work. Sucking, sliding, using my tongue. Keeping my lips a tight seal around him. I take him all the way, until his cockhead bumps the back of my throat and suddenly he is coming. Making a soft noise while he empties his load down my throat. I swallow and swallow and finally he is done.

Wow, that was quick. I’m flattered and very proud.

I pull off with a wet plop and look up at him. His cheeks are pink and his golden eyes sparkling. He looks dazed. Astonished and overwhelmed .

I grin in smug satisfaction. That’s more like it. It feels like my manhood has been restored. Verified. I am a good lover. He just took a while to relax with me.

My cock throbs insistently. Almost painfully. I’m not going to ask Llywelyn for anything in return, that’s not what this is about. My hips give a little twitch of a thrust. Okay, I really need to sort myself out. I slide off the bed, leaving a blissed out Llywelyn sprawled on it, trying to catch his breath. I take one last look at him, while making sure the image is seared into my memory forever. Then I hurry quickly to the shower.

I rip my pyjamas off and step under the spray before it has fully warmed up. I gasp, and the water heats up quickly. The tepid dousing did nothing to quell my hard cock. It feels like I’m going to die if I don’t cum this instant. Fucking hell, I haven’t been this horny for years.

Fumbling, I squirt a dollop of lotion into the palm of my hand. Then I grab my cock and start frantically working it.

A noise by the door makes me lift my head up. Llywelyn is standing in the doorway. Eyes wide and face still flushed.

“I…erm…was going to offer to reciprocate…I forgot you can…” he trails off.

“You watching or getting in?” I growl. I really need to cum. My blood feels like it is on fire.

Llywelyn pulls on a lace at his waist and all his layers of silk tumble down his body to pool at his feet. He steps out of them, and joins me in the shower.

Some tiny, tiny part of me is screaming that this is a terrible idea, but right now I don’t care. Llywelyn is gorgeous and I need him.

I manoeuvre him so he is standing in front of me. I press myself close to his back and run my hands all over his wet body. His skin is so soft and so smooth. He leans back against me. I slowly work my hand towards his nipples. He doesn’t stop me .

I cup his almost-breasts gently and the sound that pours out of him nearly makes me shoot my load hands-free. Any remaining brain cells I had have now died. I am pure lust, arousal and desire.

The hot water rains down on us. I squeeze, caress and tug on his nipples. He squirms and gasps and writhes. Wriggling his pert ass against my hard cock.

Time stutters and stops. Sensation and pleasure are my new guidelines. The drum of hot water. The slide of wet skin. Llywelyn in my hands.

I grab the lotion and open up his ass for me, while milking one tender nipple and kissing his neck. Time blurs. I’m thrusting into him. Both of my hands are back on his plump nipples, squeezing in time with my thrusts into his ass. Each squeeze earns me a whimpering carnal moan.

My lips brush over his skin, right where neck and shoulder meet. He smells so fucking amazing. It isn’t soap or perfume, it is something that is pure him, and it is driving me wild. I want to eat him, consume him, devour him, and make him mine.

My hips jerk. My balls tighten. My hands tug on his juicy nipples. My teeth sink into his neck, and I cum. I cum so hard I see stars.

He orgasms too, clenching around my cock so tightly it is both agony and bliss. And he screams. Screams my name. The sound echoes around the bathroom.

I pant and heave. Stars swirl through my mind. Somehow, I turn the shower off. Now the only sound is our laboured breathing. Llywelyn’s knees seem to have given up. I’m holding all of his weight.

That was intense. Very different from the first two times I fucked him, and he acted as if he could barely feel me.

Now he is limp in my arms. He’d collapse to the floor if I let go of him .

Carefully, I turn him around. His golden eyes are all hazy and unfocused. As if he is completely out of it. Is this what cock-drunk looks like?

“Are you okay?” I ask.

His lips part. “I…I”

Well, that’s not very coherent. Frowning, I scoop him up into my arms and start carrying him back to bed. I know I am a fantastic lover, and in a lot of ways he is not very experienced, but even so, his reaction seems a bit extreme.

I lay him on the bed and he clings on to me. Grinning, I slide in next to him and spoon him. He relaxes and my heart thumps in contentment. We are both wet from the shower, but we will dry soon enough. The only thing that seems worthy of any attention right now, is the need to be close to Llywelyn. The feeling is dreamy. Euphoric.

I should probably be more concerned. I’m not daft. I can tell something just happened. Some strange fey sex thing. However, perhaps because I’m basking in the post nut glow, or exulting in the best sex I’ve had in a long, long time, but I can’t bring myself to care about the strangeness.

No, scrub that. I do care. Something has just happened between us. Something profound.

And I like it.