Chapter 20

Sorrel moaned when Cypress' tongue pressed into his mouth to delve and explore. It was firm as it licked across his own, taunting him to dance with it as sweet saliva mixed with his own.

His breaths were laboured, each one shallower than the next as piece after piece of clothing was removed.

Both he and Cypress took off their own jackets before they worked in unison to remove Cypress' dress shirt. Then his pants and the boxers beneath them. Sorrel's fingers itched to see him for the first time bare, to know what lay beneath his intricate clothing so his mind could stop imagining what his hands felt.

Sorrel paused when his hands found no other clothing on Cypress' body as he unbuttoned Sorrel's dress shirt. He pulled away from the kiss to look down.

His heart sprinted erratically in his chest. He's naked.

Hazelnut chest hair covered a broad, muscled chest that flexed as Cypress worked to remove his shirt.

His arms were just as strong and covered in tanned skin. He touched the ropes of muscles as they moved, followed the cords of tendons, and traced the raised veins. He gazed down at abdomen muscles thick and ridged. A trail of hair ran from his navel to his groin, between a deep vee from his hips, all of it pointing down to his revealed cock.

His strong legs, dusted in hair, kept him steady while Sorrel looked his fill.

Sorrel could barely shift his gaze past the semi-hard shaft bobbing with his heartbeat, growing before his very eyes. It extended and went from curving downwards to starting to rise.

Sorrel shuddered, especially when Cypress' tongue slipped against his neck in a teasing stroke, since he'd stopped kissing back, too busy watching his cock becoming engorged. Heat flushed his cheeks. He stopped Cypress from stripping off his pants, which he'd just unbuttoned and was about to pull down.

"What's the matter?" With a troubled frown knotting his forehead and brows, Cypress lifted Sorrel's chin with the knuckle of his index finger. "Am I going too fast?"

Sorrel shook his head as he swallowed thickly. That gave Cypress the confirmation he needed to pull the last of Sorrel's clothing from him.

His cock sprang free, fully erect and aching.

"You're already really hard," Cypress rasped, his voice light and huskier than normal. "Did you like looking at my body for the first time?"

Like it? Sorrel ran his gaze over Cypress once more and felt his abdomen tighten, his cock pulsate, and his arse clench; it was a powerful reaction he was all too aware of. He loved it. The prince's body was glorious, and Sorrel was embarrassed he was already so much more aroused than Cypress.

Seeming to sense Sorrel's nervousness, Cypress took his hand and placed it against his chest.

"Touch me, Sorrel." His humour faded away to reveal a gentleness. And something more, something darker in his eyes that said there was something he was holding back. "I want you to explore me. To touch me however you please. I want you to hunger for me."

He placed his hands on Sorrel's waist and allowed him to touch at his leisure.

Sorrel brought his hand firmly over the prince's pectoral muscle. He bit his lip when Cypress' nipple scraped along the inside of his palm before he gave the squishy yet hard muscle a squeeze. It felt good in his hand.

Cypress watched intently as Sorrel brought his other hand up to touch as well. They were both watching where his hands roamed.

Sorrel caressed his biceps, his forearms, before he came down to play with Cypress' fingers and feel the roughness of his calluses. Then his exploration moved to his waist so he could touch there, before going to his back to feel every inch of it. The bumps of Cypress' spine somehow felt nice to rub his fingers over, but it was the way Cypress' hands gripped tighter and his back arched like a wave with the contact that brought Sorrel enjoyment.

His skin was smooth, but in certain places, it was dusted with hair that tickled Sorrel's skin.

What gave Sorrel courage was the more he touched him, the more Cypress reacted. His body would tense or twitch as though he was being tickled, but the soft moan that followed said it felt good. His chest expanded and then shrunk faster and yet somehow deeper.

Cypress' fingers dug more firmly into Sorrel's sides with each passing second. Sorrel could feel the heat in his gaze and saw it when he occasionally peeked up.

Their bodies were the same, had the same features, and yet were so different he was mesmerised by the beauty of Cypress. But there was somewhere Sorrel was practically dying to touch.

And it was just as hard as his own now, but so much bigger. Sorrel nervously licked at his lips when one of his hands descended so he could cup Cypress' cock in his palm.

Heat and rock-hard firmness greeted his flesh. Once more, Sorrel's body clenched, and a bead of precum welled and dripped from the tip of his own shaft. He could just curl his fingers around Cypress' girth.

"You're glorious," Sorrel whispered, thumbing the head of his shaft before doing the same to one of the veins on the side of it.

The heavy groan that fell from Cypress was the only warning he got.

Suddenly Cypress' hands shot from his waist to the backs of his thighs, and he lifted Sorrel into the air. Sorrel gasped and was forced to wrap his legs around Cypress' hips as he walked them forward.

Sorrel held onto Cypress trustingly until he was thrown onto the walnut bed behind them.

Then Cypress was above him, crushing Sorrel's lips beneath his own as he thrust his cock against his. They bumped before they slid and Sorrel tried to do it back, needing the friction of Cypress' cock.

"I have been waiting so long for this," Cypress rasped against his mouth before breaking away to kiss his throat. "For so fucking long."

Sorrel buried his hands into Cypress' hair, messing it so it looked more like its natural state. Sorrel moaned as Cypress' tongue stroked over his jugular. He left kisses over his throat, burying him in them, while Sorrel spread his legs further apart so Cypress could get between them and move closer.

"I've wanted the sight of you like this, hard and accepting my touch." His hand swept down his to caress Sorrel's abdomen. "Your aroma on my tongue as I kiss, lick, suck, and..."

A sharp gasp tore from Sorrel when Cypress bit him before he harshly sucked. The suction was tight, and slightly painful, and he knew after he'd latched on for a while that it would bruise.

Sorrel squirmed beneath him. The balls of his feet brushed over the bedding, as desire flipped in his belly and then spread out over his groin.

"I'm going to cover you in little marks," Cypress told him, before he lowered and did the same to Sorrel's pectoral muscle that was firm but not as large as his. A harsh bite, before sucking hard. "In places where people can see so they know you're mine, and can't see, so you know you are."

"Cypress," Sorrel groaned with a mingle of pleasure and pain when the prince's mouth clamped around one of his nipples. His teeth bit around it before he sucked, making Sorrel's cock twitch so much that he absentmindedly thrust.

Then Cypress' tongue swirled to ease the sting, while his other hand pinched his other nipple and lightly tugged. He played with both, and Sorrel's hands tightened in his hair to hold onto him.

Once more, Cypress' head was lowering. Sorrel looked down to see the bite marks, one on the flat part of his chest and the other around his nipple. They were both swollen and raw, with little dots of red like he'd broken the blood vessels beneath his skin.

Cypress left more. One on his side, his hip, just below his navel. Sorrel wasn't sure if Cypress realised that the side of his neck, which was covered in short coarse hair, was scraping against the side of his cock and making him tremble with terrible need.

"W-where are you going?" Sorrel asked as Cypress went down and bit at his inner thigh before sucking there too.

He thought Cypress would try to be inside him by now. Why was his face so close to his cock that, if Cypress turned slightly, Sorrel would feel his very breath over it?

Sorrel huffed wildly as desire clutched him. Everywhere throbbed, like his body was one entire erogenous zone, and he feared he was moments from spending even without his shaft being touched.

He placed the back of his wrist over his mouth to hide his lustful noises, his eyelids crinkling both in need and confusion. Why does he make me feel so good? Every time Cypress touched him, Sorrel's body seemed to awaken into a crazed mess, hoping he would touch him everywhere.

Cypress looked up as he reached across the bed to dip his fingers into a shallow wooden bowl on the bedside table.

"I have to prepare you," the prince told him as he coated his fingers in a strange liquid. "This nectar is really slick. It lasts a long time too."

Before Sorrel could ask another question, his back arched off the bed when Cypress suddenly took the tip of his cock into his mouth.

"Ohhh fuck," Sorrel moaned, his hand rushing back down to grip Cypress' hair desperately as his body squirmed.

He'd thought Cypress' hand had felt good, but the inside of his mouth was like warm heaven. Sorrel tried to restrain himself from thrusting, but the pleasure was so overwhelming he couldn't stop his hips from moving.

Cypress' head moved down, swallowing him three quarters before it hit the back of his throat. Sorrel looked down to find Cypress already watching to gauge his reaction.

Shivers caused the hair on his body to rise. Sorrel's eyes threatened to roll and close at the same time. I'm going to come. I feel like I'm going to explode.

Just before that thought could clutch his entire body and give him release, he felt Cypress' finger stroking the tight hole of his ass.

He grinned up at him as Sorrel paused, then slowly pushed a finger inside.

His grip tightened on Cypress' hair, but for a different reason. An uncomfortable sting pierced through his euphoric state, even more so when a second finger slid inside. Sorrel flinched. His breathing calmed before Cypress moved his fingers back and forth and a strange cold shudder wracked Sorrel's body.

The only thing that stopped him from trying to crawl away was Cypress' mouth slipping up and down his cock. Sorrel's body tried to melt for the tongue that came up to circle the head.

The conflicting sensations had him immobile, but he started to ease, only to turn his eyes to the ceiling when a third finger entered. The stretch felt intense, and he tried his hardest to breathe through it.

"You're doing so well, Sorrel." Cypress kissed the side of his cock with affection before he tongued the tip with a swipe. "Just breathe. I promise you'll start enjoying it soon."

Cypress brought his cock back into the comforting heat of his mouth, distracting Sorrel from the other sensations. At first, he just held his fingers inside. Only once Sorrel began to relax did Cypress thrust slowly, getting him used to the sensation of something moving in him.

Then he moaned when Cypress's fingers dug against something that had his cock pulsating and an intense clutch of pleasure gripping his groin. Sorrel started thrusting into both his fingers and his mouth, unsure which one felt better than the other.

"Does that feel good?" Cypress asked against the side of his cock.

With his nose crinkling and a groan falling from him, Sorrel subtly nodded.

Cypress chuckled as he slipped his mouth away and removed his fingers. He lathered his shaft with kisses before he went down to bring one of Sorrel's balls into his mouth, rolling it within the cavity as he sucked.

Sorrel's toes curled and his grip on his hair tightened, trying to pull him away. Cypress was being too much. Sorrel almost begged for him to stop until he thankfully pulled back once more.

Cypress rose to his knees, and a wicked glint sparkled in his maple eyes.

"I'm going to make sure my cock is stroking your prostate until you're happily coming for me from it."

Cypress dipped his hand into the shallow bowl of liquid before he fell to his side while dragging Sorrel with him. He was forced to straddle Cypress' waist when he rolled to his back. His clear dragonfly wings were nestled underneath him comfortably.

"And I don't think I can wait to be inside you anymore. Watching you move while I fingered and sucked you was driving me crazy."

Cypress lathered his cock in that slimy liquid, making Sorrel's mouth water. The sight was erotic as Cypress stroked his thick cock, pumping it a few times to make sure liquid covered every inch.

"H-how come I'm on top?" Sorrel asked, a flush of embarrassment heating through the redness of his arousal.

"This is your first time," Cypress said, gripping at Sorrel's thigh with an appreciative knead. "I want you to take me at your own pace. If I'm on top, I'm worried I'll be too rough with you at the start and hurt you."

Sorrel nodded in understanding.

He lifted Sorrel's hips and tucked the pink, broad and flared rim of his cockhead against the entrance of his ass.

Sorrel looked down to where his own hard cock jutted from between his hips, his sac hanging, and behind it he could see Cypress' girth pressed against him. He started pushing down while Cypress held himself still so he didn't slip. Resistance greeted his attempt.

Sorrel flinched when the head popped through. The pressure was so strange that he even felt it in his spine.

He looked up at Cypress when he hissed. Face twisted tightly, his prince trembled beneath him, his eyes fixed on where Sorrel was trying to mount him.

"Fuck... your ass feels so tight." He stroked Sorrel's spread thighs before his rough hands slipped over to knead the round, plump cheeks of his backside. "I need you deeper."

His reaction and words gave him courage, and he pushed down. He came up to collect the wetness of the nectar lubrication and then tried to go down.

Sorrel attempted to bob his way down, but then shuddered, his cock softening. It hurts. He's too big.

"It doesn't fit." But he wanted him to fit! He wanted him more than anything right now.

"It will. Try sliding down slowly." Sorrel opened his eyes to greet Cypress'. "And push out with your muscles as I go in."

He bit his lip and nodded.

Surprisingly more comfortable to attempt when he followed the prince's advice, Sorrel was able to slide down and take Cypress' entire long, thick shaft inside him. When he was seated deep, they both gave a sigh of relief.

"You're inside me," Sorrel said with a shaky voice, touching at his abdomen all the way up to his navel with both hands. "I feel you."

"Do I feel nice and deep?"

Now that he'd taken him fully and didn't have to stretch for the first time anymore, Sorrel was able to relax and get used to his girth inside him. It was hot and hard, and it was so deep he knew he'd taken every wondrous inch inside his body.

There was pressure against the spot Cypress had been stroking with his fingertips earlier, and his body itched to rub at it.

"Y-yes," he admitted. Sure, it felt a little uncomfortable, but there was pleasure in that pressure, and knowing it was Cypress made it feel all the better.

Cypress wrapped his hand around Sorrel's cock and stroked him, trying to make him harden once more, but also to incite Sorrel to move.

"Then ride me."

Sorrel's body trembled as he rose. He came up halfway and then moaned as he lowered back down to seat himself deep.

The uncomfortable feeling he'd felt before melted away into pure bliss and gradually his body bloomed into an inferno. Every stroke back and forth sent sparks throughout his body, making his head suddenly lighter. Dizzy. It dropped forward as Sorrel moaned, reaching to clutch at Cypress' hard abdomen for support.

It's wonderful.

Both of Cypress' hands moved to his backside to help him rise and lower as Sorrel started to go faster, trying to grind in a way that the cock inside him deliberately stroked his prostate. And it was a grind – a naughty, needy one as his thighs gripped Cypress' hips while his own moved like a wave.

His balls rolled over Cypress' taut abdomen, and it felt like they were being massaged as his cock occasionally brushed over his stomach. Friction. I need more friction. He needed everything.

"Yeah, just like that."

Sorrel's gaze was dazed as he brought it to Cypress', whose eyes were filled with barely contained wildfire. His features were tight, his nose crinkled, his teeth gritted. He looked like a man who was fighting back his desire, even as Sorrel could feel Cypress' hips subtly rocking beneath him. Cypress desperately needed more friction just as much as he did. "I love the way you feel inside, and you look so good riding my cock. I can see it in your face. You're loving it, aren't you?"

Pressure clutched at Sorrel's groin, and he moaned in answer. His head fell as his back arched.

"Good, because this is what you're going to feel for the rest of your life. Me inside you, my hands touching you. No one else can have you – you're mine to fuck."

Sorrel's hips tried to slow as tremors trembled their way through his body. Their movements, his words, Sorrel's feelings, were dangerously driving him to the edge. I-it's too much.

"Don't you dare fucking stop!" He forced Sorrel's hips to keep moving at the pace he'd been going, which had still been rather slow since he'd needed to heave his entire body into the thrusts. His backside jiggled against Cypress' legs as he moved up and down. "I need you to keep moving. I need to feel your–"

A bellowing cry came from Sorrel as his ass clamped around Cypress' cock, while his own started to heavily pulsate. On each movement, seed burst from Sorrel's shaft and sent sparks throughout his entire body.

Sorrel was awash in pleasure as his eyes clenched tightly and he released over Cypress. "Ohhh!"

His orgasm was so intense it sapped all his energy from him once he finished. His body tried to go limp, his arms shook to stay upright as his head fell forward. Bliss filled him.

Their gyrating movements stopped. Panting, Sorrel looked down at Cypress, whose eyes had gone wide.

Ropes of white liquid formed a line, starting from just below his chest and going all the way to his cheek. It was in his beard and dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. Sorrel's heart clenched, and he brought his hands up nervously to cup them.

"I'm so sorry," he apologised, seeing his seed marking his body and face. "I didn't mean to come all over you."

Cypress' tongue dabbed at the semen that had hit the side of his mouth. He flinched at the taste of Sorrel.

Then, as quick as a snake strike, Cypress parted them as he shoved forward, making Sorrel fall onto his back. Cypress gripped his hair in a fist and kissed the side of his neck, his breaths so heavy and laboured Sorrel worried Cypress would cease breathing at any moment.

"Fuck, that was hot," he groaned in Sorrel's ear, making him shiver.

Excitement thrummed through him even despite his satisfied state.

Cypress was being aggressive.

Sorrel grinned up at his handsome face towering over him, and the idea of it made him tingle all over. Cypress was taking control. Sorrel wanted him to, wanted to see what he would be like, wanted to take this side of him and hope that it brought them both pleasure.

Now that he was used to this, all he could think was, I want him to fuck me hard.