Chapter 21

leaned back and grabbed behind Sorrel's knees, as his heart pumped frantically and wildly in excitement. Filled with need, with lust, with aggression, with utter yearning, he shoved Sorrel's knees to his chest.

He looked down at his husband, his prince consort, his Sorrel, with his short black hair pooling over the pillow beneath his head.

He came on me. Suddenly and out of nowhere.

He shuddered to know that Sorrel had been enjoying fucking his cock so much it made him come. He came without me stroking him.

"By the end of the night," he rasped, after kissing Sorrel's neck, his shoulder, and nipping at him as he did, "I want you to cover me and this bed in your cum. I want it everywhere, while I fill you with mine."

He bit into the side of Sorrel's neck, making him gasp, then he cried out as Cypress' cock passed through the tight ring of his ass again. He came in much faster and seated himself deep, both their bodies shoving up the bed.

Sorrel's ass was softer than before now that it was accustomed to the sensation of being used and stretched, but it was still snug. Inside him felt amazing. Although the ring was tight and near strangling, there was room behind it that Cypress was able to stretch and fill. Its warmth, wetness from the nectar, and smooth yet rippled texture was pure bliss.

His cock was as sensitive to touch as a finger, and it allowed him to delve and intimately explore Sorrel's insides. A sense of connection gripped him.

"But... but I just came," Sorrel whimpered.

Oh, Cypress knew that. Not because of the string of semen currently sticking to his chest, neck, beard, and cheek, but because Sorrel had fluttered around his cock as he did. Spasming, clenching, massaging.

"But I haven't." And he needed to. Inside him, with him.

He needed to release his inner turmoil and connect with him on a deep level.

"I'm so sorry," he groaned as he looked down to see Sorrel's cock and balls, as well as his own shaft buried to the hilt. "But I can't take it anymore. I can't hold back. I've needed you for so long."

He slipped out, came in hard, and threw his head back immediately. Fuck!

The wildfire that he'd been holding in burst from within, threatening to burn him up. His lust and love for Sorrel drove him as he swiftly pulled back and thrust in.

He started slowly, or rather, tried to, but his hips picked up speed before he knew it.

His mind prickled when Sorrel moaned beneath him. Sorrel moved back and forth for him, with him, as he bowed his back and accepted Cypress' movements. Then he spread his legs as if he wanted him deeper, as if Cypress wasn't already slamming every inch inside.

He pulled his cock back a little so only the first few inches were buried, and the tight ring massaged around the rim of his cockhead. That felt phenomenal. Having Sorrel's body stroke the most sensitive part of his cock, those first inches of him, had his body soaring. Sweat coated his body as he thrust.

His legs shuddered. Since he didn't think Sorrel would lower his spread thighs, Cypress let go of his knees to grip his hips tightly instead. It changed the angle of his thrusts as he leaned back ever so slightly.

"Right there, Cypress." Sorrel's words cut off when he moaned before he tried again. "Don't stop, you feel so good there."

The tip of his shaft must be hitting directly against that special place inside him that had him coming wildly before. Gritting his teeth, Cypress tried to slam in harder. To grind into it so he could make Sorrel lose his mind beneath him again.

I want him lost. I want him as crazed as I feel.

Sorrel clutched at the sheets with one hand and dug his nails into Cypress' neck with the other. His head lolled to the side, as moan after moan came from his pretty mouth.

Cypress' mind was filled with the fragrance of his husband's jasmine scent, as well as the naughty hint of salty semen.

All he'd wanted was to do this with Sorrel. To have this beautiful man lose himself from his cock. To touch, be touched, give pleasure, and receive it. And to have himself be accepted as Cypress lost all sense of control and fucked into him with such rough movements that still had Sorrel squirming with delight.

"Cypress." His jaw muscles clenched at Sorrel moaning his name loudly on open lips. "I love you. I love you so much."

He darted his hand to remove Sorrel's from gripping the bedding and placed it around his bobbing cock.

"Stroke yourself for me."

He needed Sorrel to lose his mind so he couldn't tease Cypress with such heartwarming words. Cypress wanted him so mindless he could do nothing but gyrate his hips against him and pitifully moan. He wanted him naughty and desperate.

Sorrel's hand tried to move away, but he just gripped harder and helped him to stroke. Only when Sorrel took over did he grip his hips with both hands firmly once more.

Sorrel's strength sagged like he was too heavy under the burden of sensations Cypress was feeding him. His ass clenched more, his hips rocking while he stroked faster.

Yet, he moaned and slowed as his body visibly gave a tremor.

"Don't stop stroking," Cypress demanded.

Just the idea that Sorrel was masturbating beneath him, likely over what Cypress was doing to him, thrusting with hard slams, had him seeing fucking stars. Cypress wanted him to love this, to enjoy it so much he became hungry for it every waking moment.

"It's too much," Sorrel whimpered with such a husky voice that it was deep and lovely, and had Cypress shuddering all over.

"Come for me again." Cypress wanted to feel it, needed to feel it.

Sorrel tried to sync his strokes along his shaft with Cypress' thrusts, bringing his hand in as he thrust in. Sorrel's shoulders shook, just as his body slipped forward like he went limp with bliss.

Cypress followed him as he shoved his cock further inside to stroke the entire length.

Sorrel gave in, stroking fast, while his hips jerked to meet each of Cypress' thrusts. He grinned, delighted Sorrel was helping, was seeming to grow more needy for his release.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt it. When Sorrel's ass mercilessly clamped around his cock. It felt like it was trying to suck him inside, to milk him, as Sorrel moaned so loudly his voice broke.

A shudder tore through him. As Sorrel emptied his balls on his stomach and chest, Cypress couldn't resist that phenomenal clutch the second time. Releasing his hips, Cypress lowered to lie over him, shoving them together, as he started filling Sorrel when his own orgasm tore through him.

His pumps became shorter, small bursts, as he ground in deep and hard. Their sweat-slicked bodies slipped over each other's as he hugged Sorrel to him. Sorrel clawed at his back as he came, likely cutting through his soft skin, and Cypress' moans grew more broken in the bliss of pain.

Utter euphoria swept through his entire being while he poured liquid heat inside Sorrel's body. He felt a deep bonding with Sorrel from finally being able to do so. How long I've waited.

Sweat tracked down his forehead and down his back, but it was the choking of his breath that had him gripping Sorrel tightly when his release ended. He buried his face into the side of Sorrel's neck, uncaring to remove his weight from his new husband when he felt so good huffing wildly below him.

He even gave a singular last thrust into him with joy.

He's mine. He will always be mine. And there wasn't a single place within him that felt as though he'd made the wrong decision. This sex was amazing, and it left this heart swollen.

When his pleasure-scattered mind finally started to piece itself back together, he left kisses against Sorrel's shoulders and throat. Then he nuzzled his short hair, taking in its softness, its length, the scent that came off the strands.

Why is everything about him so damn pretty?

He couldn't understand how anyone in the world could think otherwise. I should make it a law that no one is allowed to think of Sorrel as anything but perfect. He was perfection.

His icy eyes, his soft hair, his slim but strong body. That damn cheeky smile he didn't seem to know he had, and a voice that could easily lull him to sleep.

Panting too loudly to speak, Sorrel just shook his head.

That made Cypress' brows draw together. "Do you need anything? Food, water, a cool towel?"

As much as he didn't want to draw away, he carefully slipped his cock from the warm nestle of his body. I hope I wasn't too rough. Especially for his first time.

Cypress gulped. I definitely went too hard and fast for his first time.

Sorrel gasped sharply and then grasped his hip to stop him. It was too late; Cypress had already pulled away. It did stop him from trying to get out of the bed to fetch him anything he might need.

"Please, just stay with me."

A tenderness filled his chest, and when Cypress relaxed and unstraightened his arms to lie on him again, although lightly, Sorrel's gaze softened. They stared at each other for a long while, and Cypress lost himself in the cold blue of his eyes.

Sorrel brought his hand up to stroke Cypress' beard with his fingertips. "Are you sure I'm allowed to be this selfish?"

His satisfied stupor didn't allow him to understand. "I think I'm the one being selfish here." Leaning forward, Cypress chuckled as he briefly kissed his shoulder. "Just you wait. It won't be long before I'm back inside you."

Sorrel laughed, but then shook his head. His face turned serious once more.

"I just... I feel like I'm robbing you of your future." When it was obvious Cypress still didn't understand, Sorrel sighed and averted his gaze by looking down at the bed beneath them. "Don't you need an heir? That is something I can't give you. I said yes because all I wanted was to be with you, but a part of me feels guilty. If you were someone else, a nobody like me, it wouldn't matter. But you're a prince. Isn't that part of your responsibility?"

Cypress understood his worry because his parents had expressed the same thing to him in private. He was the only heir, and with Sorrel as his partner, their line would no longer continue because of his choice.

However, Cypress pressed his lips to his smooth chin.

"I chose you because I don't care about that." He brought his arms tighter around Sorrel to pull him in for a comforting hug. Cypress then ran his fingers over his scalp to play with his hair, admiring the short strands that felt so soft, like a baby animal's fur coat. "But if it's that important to you, we can always ask Greta how we can get a seed to birth a child into the world like how you did."

Sorrel's eyes widened. "You mean like how I came from a flower?"

"You're more of a flower fairy than any of us. You were born from one. I don't care if we have a child, but if that is something you want, we can adopt one like your mother did for you."

His eyes drew away once more. "But I was born an adult."

Cypress gave a shrug and brushed his cheek against his, already knowing that Sorrel enjoyed the scratchy texture. It was hard to miss that when he so often touched it in some way.

"Then maybe we can ask to be given a child instead of an adult. Perhaps you were born this way because a human, being so large, couldn't look after an infant as small as their nail. But we can, and my people would adore them, regardless."

"Would you be happy with that, though? It wouldn't be your blood."

Cypress grabbed both of Sorrel's hands and placed them over his heart. "I'm already happy, but I will give you whatever your heart desires. You make the decision, but make it for you, not for me."

Sorrel leaned forward and then chomped into the round ball of Cypress' shoulder joint, making his brows twitch with a frown. He wasn't doing it hard.

It seemed Sorrel no longer wished to speak of such a heavy conversation.

"Why are you biting me?"

"For all the times you bit me," Sorrel whispered. "I'm going to be covered in bruises in the morning."

"I plan to leave more." I want to cover every bit of him in my marks.

The welcoming smile he received from Sorrel, as if he liked the idea of Cypress biting and leaving more hickies on him, was so light and carefree. When it shone from him, Cypress felt as though he'd fallen in love with Sorrel all over again.

Then Sorrel wrapped his arms around Cypress' neck and pulled him in for a kiss, stealing his breath from him with surprise.

After everything they'd been through to be with each other, they knew their happily ever after was filled with hope, love, lust, and acceptance. The kingdom would flourish with both of them as its leaders, especially now that their prince had a perfect partner in Sorrel, who could take the brunt of his hunger for satisfaction and excitement. And who would tease him and yet be so sweet it would make Cypress want to touch him both delicately and with aggression.

And, if anyone tried to take Sorrel from him again, the world would learn that Cypress was not afraid to cover his hands in blood for the person he loved.

They both smiled against each other's lips.

They were a perfect pair.

The fairy prince and the beautiful man who had been born from a flower.

(The end)