Page 11 of Surging Reef

Kazimir rolled his balls and tugged a little while running barely-there fingertips over his shaft. Ashby cursed, and when Kazimir looked at him, he too was fondling his balls.

“Kaz?”

Kazimir nodded. He did want to touch Ashby.

Ashby was on the bed before Kazimir could see him move, his lips slanting over Kazimir’s. “You’re so fucking hot, did you know?”

Kazimir snorted. He was no beauty, but it had never bothered him. Ashby was, though. Handsome. Alluring.

Kazimir let go of his cock and ran a hand up Ashby’s strong forearm up to his shoulder and onto his nape. He pulled him closer again for a deeper kiss. The need was growing more demanding.

Ashby fed him a moan, slid a hand down his chest, over his belly, and onto his cock. The slick grip had Kazimir forgetting how to kiss and simply kept his lips fused to Ashby’s.

Ashby broke away. “Okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” He turned to his side and slung his leg over Ashby’s hip. Ashby slid down and grabbed them both in his hand, then he kissed Kazimir again.

Tingles shot through him at the silky, warm length against his own, and he gently thrust into Ashby’s fist. Tiny explosions went off behind his eyes, and he tore his mouth away from Ashby’s. “Fuck yeah.”

“Feel good, baby.”

“Uh-huh.” Kazimir nodded. He didn’t know if it had been a question or a statement, but he confirmed either way.

His fingertips dug into Ashby’s shoulder as he rolled his hips again and again.

Ashby moved his hand over both of them, and Kazimir whined.

It had been a long time since he’d been with anyone, and heat was shooting from the soles of his feet to his groin.

“Not gonna last.”

“Thank fuck.” Ashby leaned closer and kissed his shoulder, then he ran the tips of his fangs over Kazimir’s skin. Shivers traveled his body.

“Do you want to bite me?”

Kazimir couldn’t describe the sound leaving Ashby, desperation concealed in a moan.

“Wait until I’m coming.” He feared a bite would distract him, and he was so close.

Ashby buried his face in the crook of Kazimir’s neck, his mouth hot against the skin. He was kissing, licking, lightly nibbling, and Kazimir wanted it. So weird. He tilted his head to give Ashby better access as he chased his high.

Wave after wave washed through him, his hips stuttering beyond his control. Every muscle in his body tensed, and a broken moan left him as he erupted. A pricking pain at his neck, then there was nothing but euphoria.

Ashby groaned and his cock jerked against Kazimir’s and spilled over them both, and all the while Ashby was sucking on his neck. It didn’t hurt—the opposite. There was a numb tingling, a dull pleasure.

Then Ashby was licking him before resting his forehead against Kazimir’s collarbone. “Holy fuck. I’ve always kinda dismissed frotting, but I see my mistake.”

It was such a weird thing to say, Kazimir burst out laughing.

Ashby rolled over to his back and watched him with a fond expression. “It’s your preferred thing?”

Kazimir was still grinning when he shrugged. “I don’t know if I have a preferred thing. I don’t get why people are so hung up on what they do in bed. As long as everyone enjoys themselves, I’m good.”

Ashby nodded. “Good to know.” He pulled Kazimir closer and kissed him. “I enjoyed myself.”

“I did too.” Kazimir looked at him. “What happens now?”

Ashby stiffened. “Eh…”

“This king?”

He relaxed. “Oh, Hervey Jehan. I need to let him know I’m here…if I’m staying?”

“You have two wishes left to fulfill, so you’re staying. One of them might be for you to bite Alan.” He waved in the direction of Alan’s house.

“Why? We can drive him mad by making out in the driveway instead.”

Kazimir chuckled. “True, it would be stupid to waste a wish on him.”

Ashby drew a circle on Kazimir’s hip. “You can, of course, waste your wishes as you see fit.”

“Nah, I think I’ll hold onto them. So, the king—”

“Hervey.”

“Whatever. Will he be angry you’re here?”

Ashby shook his head. “I’ve helped some of his spies, so I don’t think so. I do need to let him know I’m here before Anne figures it out, though. I wouldn’t put it past her to let it slip she has a spy in his kingdom and where to find me, and then things could get ugly.”

Tension crept into Kazimir. “Fuck. Go to him now.” He gave him a light push.

Ashby scrunched his nose. “I’ll cut you a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes, a deal. I’ll go shower, then I’ll go to talk to Hervey, and while I do, you take a nap.”

“A nap?”

“Can’t have my pet looking worn. It’s not a good look for me.”

Kazimir spluttered. “I’m not your pet.”

“Of course not.” Ashby kissed him. “But you’re tired, pet.”

Kazimir rolled his eyes, but when Ashby got up and fetched a washcloth to clean him with, he yawned. Maybe a nap was a good idea. He’d have to work later, but he could sleep for an hour or two.

“Will you carry Pharos up for me?”

Ashby pulled at the covers and slid them over him before giving him a chaste kiss. “Of course.”

Sometime later, the bed dipped, and Pharos curled up next to him.

“I’ll be back in a bit.” Ashby’s whisper sounded close to his ear, and he turned a fraction and pulled him down for a kiss.

“Be careful. You still have the key?”

“Yeah, I’ll lock the door. Sleep, love.”

Kazimir’s eyes were already closed. “Be careful.”

He believed Ashby might have been laughing at him.