Chapter Fifty

Vince Gives The Perfect Love Declaration

Vince

“No, wait,” I blurted when Crossbody parted his lips and sucked in a sharp breath to speak. “I want to say something first.”

His mouth snapped shut again. He nodded warily, lowering his hands to his sides and waiting in silence, looking as tense and nervous as I felt.

Heat rushed to my face, and I opened my mouth to speak a few times, but ultimately stayed silent as an uncharacteristic rush of nerves had me fidgeting in place and struggling to come up with exactly what I wanted to say. I couldn’t fuck it up. I needed it to be perfect—that was what he deserved.

I just had no fucking idea how to give the perfect love declaration. That was not something I’d envisioned for myself in the near future, especially not directed at my fae prince colleague who I’d previously despised.

How had Dan done it? He’d been as chronically and willingly single as me until Rafe. Had he told me how it went? Did he buy Rafe shit to make it all special? Like… I don’t know… Candy. Flowers.

Shit, Crossbody would’ve probably liked flowers. He was a fae. He loved plants and stuff.

Maybe I should ask him to just hang tight for ten minutes while I go out to buy some flowers…

“Vince?” He sounded uncertain, because I was still just standing there, staring at him in wide-eyed silence. When I swallowed, still saying nothing, he sighed and looked down. “I understand if you don’t want to—”

“I love you,” I blurted, my face on fire.

Crossbody’s head snapped up, his mauve eyes wide with shock.

“You’re all I think about. Honestly, I thought about you way more than I should have before we even started fucking,” I admitted hoarsely, my face burning even hotter. “When we didn’t talk for a while, after the motel, I got all… weird and angry because I… I missed you.”

I heard his breath catch. He took a step forward, beginning to speak, but I continued before he could.

“When you told me you were going back to Otherworld, I… It felt like all my fucking insides got ripped out. When you didn’t show up for work those few days, I fucking hated it. You’ve always been there. You’ve always been… important to me. Even when I refused to admit it to myself.”

“Vince—”

“I’ll never stop feeling guilty for being such a prick to you all these years,” I said, shoving down the embarrassment that automatically started to rise when my eyes prickled with heat. “I’m so, so sorry, Cro—Elvis. I’m sorry. If you’ll let me, I promise to make it up to you.”

He smiled, crossing the room to stop in front of me. “You don’t need to make anything up to me. We both antagonised each other. Neither of us is blameless.”

“Still, I—”

“Vince.” He cupped my jaw, dipping down to kiss my cheek. “I love you too.”

My entire body sagged with relief. “You do? So you weren’t just being all dramatic when you said it at the palace?”

He laughed, but his shoulders rose in a tiny cringe at the same time. “Well, I do wish I hadn’t told the entire court the other part—”

“About being my little slut?”

He winced. “Yes. But no, I wasn’t just being dramatic. I meant it. I mean it.” His mauve eyes were soft as he gazed down at me. “When I thought I would have to go back there, I knew that I would mourn the loss of you above everything else. I couldn’t bear the idea of never seeing you again.”

“I wouldn’t have let that happen,” I said, my voice thick.

He smiled. “I know. But even if I had wanted to go back there one day and become king… if you had asked me not to, I wouldn’t have.” He swallowed, gazing at me solemnly. “I would have given all of it up for you anyway, Vince.”

Shit. That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever fucking said to me. My throat had closed up, the lump in there refusing to budge no matter how many times I swallowed. I realised I was clutching the front of his shirt tightly, crumpling the fabric, but I couldn’t let go.

“So I guess… uhhh…” My voice was shaking with nerves and something else—something more intense, but exhilarating. “We’re not just fucking anymore.”

“No.” He smiled wide. “We are not just fucking anymore.”

I forced my fingers to unclench so I could smooth my hand up his chest, feeling his heart beating hard and fast through the soft fabric of his shirt. Feeling almost shy, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss.

Had we ever kissed like this? It had always been hard and frantic and desperate, sometimes even punishing. This was disarmingly gentle, almost featherlight, but at the same time, heavy with the implication of what it meant.

What we were now doing. Together. We were in this together.

When the kiss ended, I was a little tongue-tied and, much to my alarm, kind of choked up. I cleared my throat roughly, running my palms up and down his lean chest. When I felt how hard his heart was beating—just as hard as mine—it helped to calm me down. We were both nervous. This was… new for both of us.

And soon, everyone would know that he was mine. A heavy throb of possessive, satisfied pleasure swelled in my chest at the realisation, and I felt my eyes flare as I looked up at Crossbody.

“Now you really are my little slut,” I rasped, my gaze roaming over the smooth skin at the top of his chest, the hollow of his throat, his elegant collarbone. “Just mine.”

“Yes.” His little fangs raked over his lower lip as his hooded eyes grew heavier. Wrapping his long fingers around my wrist, he lifted my hand to press a kiss to my palm, nuzzling me there. “Just yours, Vince.”

Fuck. I swallowed, watching him, my dick growing achingly hard so fast I almost went light-headed. Apparently, being in love made me really fucking horny.

Tugging my hand free, I grabbed his nape and yanked him into a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss. Crossbody moaned in surprise, the muffled sound vibrating into my mouth, but he shivered and went lax when I spun us around to press his back against the wall. I was already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them.

“Vince.” He was breathing faster by the time I tore my mouth free to kiss all over his neck, and he gasped as I mouthed at his earlobe before scraping my teeth over the shell of his pointed ear. “W-we… What about Lady Potato—”

“They can wait.” I’d already moved on to his fancy Otherworld pants and was busy clumsily untying the laces, speaking between more feverish kisses over his neck. “They’re fine. Rob loves her. Don’t worry about it.”

He moaned, leaning his head back against the wall and running his palms over my bare shoulders then up into my hair. Just as I began to kiss my way back up his neck to his mouth, I heard my phone vibrating on the dresser beside us.

“Mmph.” Crossbody glanced over while returning my eager kisses. “It’s… it’s Holt. He’s calling you.”

“Fuck Holt.” I dipped my hand into his pants, fisting the base of his shaft. Crossbody gasped, eyelashes fluttering from the sensation. “He can wait too.”

He nodded quickly in agreement, cupping my face and kissing me again before hurriedly reaching between us to feel the outline of my cock through my sweats. I grunted into his mouth, thrusting my tongue so deep that I felt his throat tighten around it. Crossbody moaned, rubbing my hard dick and sucking on my tongue until he abruptly dropped to his knees, breathing hard and tugging my sweats down over my hips.

“Oh shit,” I panted, my fingers automatically carding through his soft hair. “Baby, you—”

He swallowed my entire length, gagging briefly and making my knees almost buckle. I leaned a hand on the wall behind him for support, my chest already heaving as I looked down so I could watch him eagerly choke on my dick, his hands smoothing reverently over my hips before sliding around to palm my ass.

“Fuck.” I hissed when he swallowed, his throat tightening around me, before he gagged with a guttural moan and pulled back to catch his breath. “Such a fucking dirty mouth. How many dicks have you sucked to get this good at it, you little whore?”

He moaned, sucking on the head of my cock before letting the tip rest on his lower lip as he grinned up at me. “Not that many, actually.”

His voice was already hoarse from taking me into his throat, and his cheeks were flushed with arousal and happiness. As he held my gaze, he kissed the leaking tip of my cock before swirling his tongue around it slowly.

I grinned, shifting my hand from his hair to cup his cheek and smooth my thumb over his damp lower lip. “Just a natural cocksucker, huh?”

“Yes,” he breathed, then briefly sucked my thumb into his mouth, smoothing his tongue around it while I gritted my teeth to hold back a groan. “I love your cock, Vince,” he continued in a lust-drunk murmur, dropping kisses down my length. “I love touching it. I love sucking it. I love having it inside me.”

“Jesus.” My breaths were sawing out of me as I watched him lick all over my cock, and my hand was lightly trembling when I smoothed my thumb over the flat of his tongue again. He moaned low, sucking it inside before moving back to my dick and swirling his tongue hungrily around the head.

“You want it inside you now?” I asked, voice ragged, trailing my wet thumb across his cheek.

“Yes.” He looked up at me through his eyelashes again, mouthing at the side of my cock. “I want you to fuck me like the desperate little slut I am.”

“And because you’re a spoiled fucking brat who likes to get his own way, huh?” My mouth stretched into a wide, feral grin. “Ask nicely.”

“Please,” he murmured, long fingers shifting inward to trace the crease of my ass, making me shiver. Still gazing up at me, he trailed slow, soft kisses over my hip bone and the top of my thigh. “Please fuck me, Vince.”

Jesus. If someone had told me six months ago that I’d have the snooty, aloof fae prince High Lord Crossbody telling me he loved me, getting on his knees for me and begging me to fuck him while he licked all over my cock, I probably would have keeled over from laughing so hard.

If someone had told me that I’d be hopelessly in love with him too, that I’d be fucking desperate for him all the time, that the thought of being apart from him now kind of made me want to cry, I probably would’ve punched them in the face.

Kicking my sweats off, I crouched to cup his chin and kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back eagerly, running his hands over my chest before dipping them lower to touch me again, cupping my balls and fisting my cock. I grunted, my hips jerking, then broke the kiss to grin at him.

“Get naked, your highness.”

His breath caught and he hurriedly stood to obey, his fingers trembling as he pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then hooked the waistband of his pants and tugged them down. He ripped off his shoes to get them over his feet, and the moment he was naked I grabbed his hips, spun him around and turned us both so he could lean on the side of the dresser.

He was already breathing faster as he rested his hands on the wood, automatically tilting his hips back. I grinned, feeling like a rabid beast as I stared at his ass before bringing my palms down on the smooth, round cheeks—almost a spank, but not quite. More like a gentle smack.

He gasped, eyes heavy with arousal as he glanced back at me over his shoulder. “Vince.”

“Spread your legs, your highness,” I rasped, smoothing my palms down his thighs and back up, waiting until he shuffled his feet out wider. Without even being told to, he leaned further forward, resting his elbows on the dresser and pushing his ass out.

“Such a good little slut,” I purred, splaying my fingers over his cheeks to spread them wider. “Can’t fucking wait to have my tongue up your ass, can you?”

He moaned hoarsely, his hole clenching in anticipation right before my eyes. I laughed, extending my tongue to let it brush feather-light over his rim. Crossbody’s hips jerked, a tiny whimper escaping him as his thighs began to quake.

“Vince.” His breaths had shallowed. “Please.”

“Please what?” I gently scraped my teeth over the crease of his ass.

Another hoarse sound left him. “Please just fuck me. I don’t want to wait. I can’t wait.”

I groaned softly, trailing my tongue inward until I could lap at his hole. “Why can’t you wait?”

He sobbed, his hole twitching under my tongue. “B-because I’m a f-fucking slut. I’m your little slut. I need your cock.”

I shuddered with pleasure, briefly pushing my tongue inside him and making him cry out, before tearing my mouth away to lunge for the suitcase. I quickly located the lube and squirted some onto my fingers, grinning when Crossbody whined and pushed his hips back impatiently.

“So fucking desperate.” I chuckled, finally running my slick fingers over his rim, my grin widening when he shuddered and whimpered with pleasure. “How many times do you want to get fucked tonight?”

“As m-many as possible,” he moaned, clenching around my two fingers when I carefully pushed them inside him. “Please. Please.”

Groaning, I worked to stretch him as fast as possible, then stood and hurriedly slicked up my cock before slotting it between his cheeks. My hands curled around his lean hips, a low moan rumbling up my throat as I watched my cockhead notch against his hole.

“Yes,” Crossbody gasped, trying to push back onto my dick until I stopped him. “Please. Hard. Fuck me hard.”

I chuckled breathlessly. “If I fuck you too hard, you’ll have to wait until I can fuck you again.”

“I can take it.” He whimpered, growing frantic as he shifted impatiently against the dresser, trying to sink my cock inside him. “Vince, please.”

Shuddering with pleasure, I finally gave him what he wanted, slowly pushing my cock into him. A grunt burst from my chest when his ass seemed to suck me inside in a rush. Crossbody’s head fell back with a guttural, relieved moan, his long fingers curled around the edges of the dresser and gripping it so tight his knuckles bleached.

“Hard,” he panted again, more of a plea than an order.

I laughed, sliding one hand up his spine to wrap his hair around my fist, a moan bursting from him when I gave it a gentle tug. “It’s cute that you think you get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, clenching around my cock and prompting me to slide out before sinking back inside.

“You’re just my cumdump, aren’t you?” I purred, grunting when he tightened up around me even more with a desperate moan. Giving his hair another gentle tug, I roughly asked, “What are you?”

“A c-cumdump.” He moaned, writhing to push back into me. “Your cumdump. Yours. I w-want you to fill me up, Vince.”

I was thrusting inside him at a nice, steady pace now, and I chuckled breathlessly as I squeezed his ass and spread his cheeks wider to watch my cock sliding in and out of him. “You love it. Feeling my cum dripping out of you.”

A guttural groan burst from him, and I gritted my teeth as my own words affected me too. Digging my fingers into his firm, round ass, I started fucking him harder and faster. The loud sound of my hips smacking against his backside filled the room, alongside the manic creaking of the dresser as Crossbody clung onto it, his continuous moans punctuated by each brutal thrust.

Soon, I was pounding into him so hard that the dresser began to jerk forward. He still begged for more, begged for it harder and faster, begged me not to stop. When I leaned in to smooth my hand around his hip until I could grab his cock in a rough grip, I felt how painfully hard he was.

“Damn, you’re dripping.” I chuckled, playing with the wet tip of his cock and the little ring piercing it. Crossbody shuddered with a hoarse moan, his dick throbbing in my fist. “Such a dirty fucking slut,” I rasped affectionately. “You’re addicted to my cock, aren’t you?”

“Oh gods,” he groaned, beginning to shake. “V-Vince. I’m… I’m going to—”

“I haven’t said you can come yet,” I gritted out, staving off my own orgasm as I slammed into him and stroked his dick at the same frantic pace.

“Please,” he breathed, hips twitching erratically as he tried to both push back onto my cock and fuck my fist at the same time. “Please—oh fuck, I can’t stop it.”

I was too far gone to pull out and make him wait. I was seconds away from my own monumental orgasm. Crossbody stiffened, all the lean muscles in his back tensing as his cock swelled in my fist and he began to shake. With a strained cry, he started to come, his dick flexing against my fingers, his hole clenching rhythmically around my length.

I groaned helplessly, my knees almost buckling with pleasure, but I kept stroking him through it, my fist now slick with his release. Crossbody’s thighs were quaking against mine as he whimpered, breathing hard, before he abruptly sagged against the dresser with a low, trembling moan.

I caught sight of his delirious smile when he rested his flushed cheek on the wood, still bracing himself against my manic thrusts. His cock pulsed weakly in my fist, now spent, so I slid my hand lower to cup his sac possessively while I chased my own release, fucking him with almost feral desperation.

“Sh-shit.” My breaths were sawing out of me when the pressure began to climb, tightening my lower back, drawing my nuts up, making my cock even stiffer as it pumped inside him. “Fuck. I’m coming.”

He moaned and clenched weakly around me as my hips stuttered. My lips peeled back from my teeth as I slammed into him a few more times before the orgasm hit me in brutal bursts of pleasure that made me groan raggedly through clenched teeth. My vision briefly whited out, my ears rang, my scalp tingled as my whole body shook until the pressure finally eased and I almost collapsed on top of him, legs too unsteady to hold me up.

“Mmm.” Crossbody’s smile widened, eyes still closed and expression all soft and languid and blissed out.

I laughed breathlessly, sliding lazily in and out of him a few more times until I forced myself to stop when my sensitive cock started tingling with renewed interest. I’d give him a break first.

A small one.

Carefully easing my cock free, I leaned down to kiss the small of his back. “Spoiled fucking brat,” I murmured affectionately against his warm skin. “Got exactly what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“It was a good start,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and smug with satisfaction. With a relieved groan, he lifted himself up onto his arms, but stumbled a little when he pushed himself up off the dresser.

“You okay?” I grasped his narrow hips to steady him, automatically pressing a kiss—okay, several—over his shoulder blades.

“Yes, just… still recovering.” He pushed back his hair and gestured at my bed. “Is it alright if I lie down?”

I rolled my eyes, kissing his shoulder one last time before pulling back to grab my phone. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Well, it’s…” He shrugged lightly. “Your bed.”

I huffed. “Never been in love before, but I’m pretty sure that if there’s one person in the world who doesn’t have to ask if they can get in my bed, it’s the guy I’m madly fucking in love with.”

Crossbody froze for a second before a pleased flush bloomed over his cheeks. He hesitated, then gently cupped my face and leaned down to press a soft, sweet kiss to my mouth.

“I love you too, Vince.” Pulling back, he blushed again and shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve never been in love either, so…”

My insides felt all… warm and stupid and happy. “We’ll probably both be really bad at it.”

He laughed. “Yes. Probably. Arguing all the time, and…”

“And getting annoyed about how we each do laundry,” I added when he trailed off. “Or cook. Wait, do you cook? I know you bake, but…”

“Yes, I cook.” He gave me a wry smile. “Do you?”

“Yeah.” My chest puffed out a little. “I’m actually really good. Uncle Rob taught me. He’s always liked cooking. Just also always been really shit at baking.”

Crossbody chuckled, stroking my cheek with his thumb and making my face grow warm. “I’ll make you monkey bread if you cook for me.”

“Sounds good.” I grinned up at him. “What else will we be really bad at? You know, with the whole being-in-love thing.”

“Hmm.” He stepped back and set his hands on his bare hips, drawing my gaze down to his relaxed cock and making my insides tighten with want again. When I finally managed to look back up, I noticed he was glancing around my bedroom.

My somewhat tidy bedroom.

Okay, it was messy. I was a messy person.

“Well,” he began diplomatically, “I think I might be a slightly tidier person than you…”

“Yeah.” I grinned at him. “I’m big enough to admit to my shortcomings.”

He raised a brow at me, so I huffed and added, “Most of the time. Sometimes.”

He smiled. “I don’t care about messiness, Vince.”

“Okay, that’s good.” I paused. “Because I do have this thing where I have to take my socks off the moment I get home.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. And then if I have to go back out, I’ll put on a clean pair. Can’t put the old pair back on. So I get through a lot of socks, I guess.”

“Is that why you’re always barefoot at work too…?”

“Yeah. Just don’t like wearing socks.”

Crossbody stared at me in silence for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Alright. I think I can handle that.”

I grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” He grinned back, shifting closer once again to loop his arms around my neck and nuzzle my cheek. “What else?”

“Hmm.” I trailed my lips over his jaw and down his neck, dropping my phone back onto the dresser so I could slide my hands around his hips and over his ass. “Well, I think it’s fair to say we’re both pretty bad at talking about stuff at first.”

“I think Corey’s therapy sessions did actually help.” He tilted his head to expose more of his neck to my mouth.

“Unfortunately, yes,” I muttered. “And he will never let any of us forget it.”

“And I think… we just have to be patient with each other,” Crossbody said hesitantly. When I pulled back to look at him, he gave me a tiny smile. “Neither of us are particularly patient people. I think that was our problem to begin with. We didn’t give ourselves the time to actually… know each other. And now that we have…” He took my hand and lifted it to kiss my knuckles. “I love every part of you, Vince.”

My insides melted. Just straight-up fucking melted into goo or something. Jesus, I was going soft.

No, not going. I was already completely soft for him.

Well. Most of me. Not all.

“Me too,” I croaked. My face heated, but I forged ahead. “I don’t want to mess this up, Cr—Elvis. I don’t want to lose you.”

His eyes softened. “You won’t.” He leaned in to kiss me, murmuring against my mouth, “And you can keep calling me Crossbody if you want.”

I chuckled, kissing him back. “Just need to break the habit.”

His cheeks were flushed as he pulled away and rolled his eyes. “I know my name is—”

“It’s not anything.” I kissed him firmly again. “I like it. And it really does weirdly suit you. Elvis. Plus, you just have to own it, you know?”

He nodded, nibbling his lower lip as he gazed at me. “Yes. Alright.”

“But anyway, you’re right. We’re both pretty impatient people. We can learn to be patient with each other.” With a smirk, I leaned in to nuzzle his mouth. “Except I don’t know how well you’re gonna learn to be patient in bed.”

His breath hitched. He weakly protested, “I-I can be patient in—”

“You turn into a desperate little slut the moment I touch you.” I laughed, trailing my fingertips down the crease of his ass and watching hungrily as heat flared in his eyes.

He gave me a sly grin. “You love it, though.”

My belly swooped with lust, cock twitching against his thigh. I stepped back and jerked my chin at the bed behind him, my voice gravelly when I rasped, “Get on the bed with your knees against your chest.”

His little fangs gleamed as he grinned, turning to walk away. I growled the moment his ass was in sight, reaching down to squeeze my hardening dick.

Glancing back over his shoulder, he innocently asked, “Don’t you need to call Holt back?”

“Fuck Holt,” I said succinctly, prowling after him like a hungry beast. “You’re more important.”

He’d always been more important.

It had just taken me a long fucking time to realise it.