Page 86 of The Frog Prince

His fingers tightened in Otto’s hair, and Otto groaned around the digit, cheeks flushed ruddy red with pleasure, saliva leaking down Alwin’s hand. His hips seemed to speed up like he was enjoying it too much, and he grasped Alwin’s wrist like he feared Alwin was going to pull it away before he’d had his fill.

And then he started bobbing his head.

“Oh god,” Alwin gasped, his hips fucking up unevenly now with every pulse of pleasure from his hand to his cock.

Otto’s other hand crept down to his ass, cupping it to guide his frantic movements as he took Alwin’s finger to the back of his throat. Soft walls closed around the tip and Alwin lost it, spraying copious amounts of cum into his breeches. There didn’t seem to be an end to it, and he whimpered and squirmed under Otto’s surprised and lustful gaze.

Otto’s hand moved from his ass to the front of his breeches, feeling across the soaked material as Alwin’s cock continued to spurt and pulse.

He groaned around the finger in his mouth, eyes rolling as he doubled his efforts to take him deep, moving his hand away so he could thrust into the new wetness Alwin had provided.

Alwin whimpered at the oversensitivity but pressed down on Otto’s tongue just to listen to him moan as he came. Warmth added to the cold wetness in their laps.

Alwin was left panting in the aftermath, the sounds of insects and lapping water filling the space between them. Otto’s lips were still wrapped around his finger, and he was lightly humming and suckling every now and then. He didn’t even seem aware that he was doing it until Alwin squirmed and gasped, the tip swollen from the attention.

Otto noticed and let him go regretfully, a string of saliva connecting them until it broke with a silent snap. Alwin’s breath hitched.

“Are you okay?” Otto asked. His voice was hoarse and used and it made Alwin’s cock jolt, already ready to go again.

He was able to ignore it this time as he nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

Otto smiled, his swollen pink lips curling into a slow smirk. “So polite.”

Alwin looked away demurely, unable to take the intensity in his expression. “One should always thank the other person for sucking cock well.”

Otto let out a surprised laugh and whispered into his ear, “I’m happy His Royal Highness was pleased with my service.”

Alwin hummed, glancing at him from the corner of his eye. “There could be room for improvement.”

Otto grinned. “As his Highness says. I promise I’ll improve with practice.”

Alwin’s heart was beating so fast he felt like a hummingbird was trapped in his chest. He turned his head and stared up into Otto’s eyes, searching for any sign that there might be more than the here and now before telling himself that it was okay to simply enjoy this moment for what it was.

Otto wanted him. It was hard to accept, but as Otto’s eyes shone down at him, it was an undeniable fact.

“We should clean ourselves,” Alwin said.

Otto looked between them, cheeks flushing again. “Yes. Uh, you seemed to…”

Alwin fought down his embarrassment. “Yes…that happens.”

Otto’s eyes flicked up, oddly intent. “Always?”

Alwin nodded and Otto bit his lip, face flushing more. He realized belatedly that Ottolikedthat.

Alwin needed to get up before he lost his mind again.

He dropped his legs from around Otto’s waist and they got to their feet. Alwin quickly turned away from Otto’s curious eyes. The embarrassment had waned in light of Otto’s desires, but there was still a part of him that cringed at the idea of Otto seeing more of him than what was already exposed.

He didn’t know if his clothes had shifted or tugged out of place, scared that this could all come crashing down if he truly saw him for the monster he was. There had to be a line for Otto somewhere.

“I’ll dress and return presently.” Alwin readjusted his collar, trying not to let loose another croak at how raw it felt, andglanced at Otto over his shoulder. “Then we can start on our research.”

Otto looked a little wistful but nodded firmly, replacing it with determination. “Yes. The sooner we get started, the better.”

Alwin nodded and made himself leave, heading for the place he kept his clothes, stripping the soiled ones off and diving into the water to clean himself. The cold cleared his head, and he rose behind the curtain of a willow, dripping all over.

He grabbed the scarce amount of replacement clothes he had from the mossy trunk that contained the last of what he’d salvaged from his belongings eight years ago. It had dwindled significantly with time and bargains made. There was hardly anything left of Prince Adalwin but a nearly empty box.