Page 85 of The Prince and the Ice King

Jack rarely bothered with any of his doublets and hadn’t again today, but Reardon wore the one he’d borrowed, with its deep purple hue. Jack loosened its ties, kissing Reardon long and slow as his hand strayed down the fabric to the start of the prince’s trousers. Those ties were more important.

Once undone, Jack slid deft fingers into the opening to stroke through Reardon’s fine auburn hair to the hot and hardening flesh beneath. Reardon’s whine at the touch made Jack want to devour him like the beast he was.

He pulled his lips from Reardon’s to do just that, shifting the lock of his thighs to slide down Reardon’s body and pull his trousers to his knees. He left Reardon trapped like that, disheveled but mostly still dressed, panting deeply above him and clawing at Jack’s shoulders as it must have dawned on him what Jack was about to do.

Reardon hadn’t been able to see Jack when he took him into his mouth, but Jack could see Reardon as he bent to return the favor—good-sized and blushing scarlet like his cheeks and still smelling of Jack’s bath oils.

He didn’t taste like lavender, though; he tasted of salt and heady skin, the floral scent mixing with musk as Jack swallowed deep and pushed his nose into those russet curls.

“Jack,” Reardon moaned without fanfare, so instantly that Jack wondered if he knew he’d done it.

Holding the prince by his hips, Jack sucked and swallowed, salivating easily and opening his throat. Too long it had been since he’d done this, but that didn’t diminish his skill.

He sucked until he thought Reardon might come in moments, and then slackened, pulling slowly off to lick delicately at Reardon’s head. Only when Reardon whimpered as if in pain did Jack lick boldly up his underside and return to suck him in again.

Reardon kept trying to pull his knees up, but Jack held them down. The prince squirmed, grasping at Jack’s collar and begging, “Please, I… I-I need….”

“Need…?”

“Something.”

“You wish to end things swiftly?”

“No, but….”

“Then be patient.” Jack licked languidly around Reardon’s cock, the prince’s desperate whimpers growing louder, until finally he dragged Reardon’s trousers down and off.

Now he let Reardon crook his knees, hooking them over his shoulders to dig his nose that much deeper into those curls, sucking almost vengefully and teasing a hand down the curve of Reardon’s ass to the crease between his cheeks.

“Yes.” Reardon’s hands slid from Jack’s shoulders up into his hair, curling into the long strands.

The contact was so… new for Jack, always having kept his hair short before the curse, that the sensation of someone running theirfingers through it made him shudder and gasp and groan loudly when Reardontugged.

“Please, I’m so close….” Reardon tugged again, unaware of the affect he was having, despite Jack’s groan.

Tension seized Jack like he’d just heard canon fire; the intimacy, the need he felt for it, superseded everything else, and the fear of that almost caused him to flee.

Instead, the choice he made was to conquer.

“Not yet,” Jack growled and roughly flipped Reardon over.

The prince shook as he got up onto his knees, willingly positioning himself and thrusting his hips back at Jack, presented lewdly and open while hanging heavy between his legs. Jack hadn’t yet teased his fingers into that tight ring of muscle, and his hunger for Reardon brought his lips back to him first with a wet lap of his tongue.

Reardon’s moan was encouragingly filthy.

Jack licked again, the tip of his tongue breaching the soft pucker. He spread Reardon’s cheeks and licked as deeply as he could, as far as his tongue would go and that Reardon would open. The prince was as tight as before, but Jack’s tongue between his cheeks relaxed him faster, and soon, Jack was plunging a finger inside with his licks.

He’d placed oils within easy reach, knowing what Reardon would ask for, but the prince’s hole was already so wet from just itself and Jack’s licking that nothing was needed. Jack stretched him open with a full driving finger beside his tongue and was soon ready to add another.

The resistance Jack had found before with two fingers twisting inside the prince was gone. He’d gotten this far then too, but only after careful scissoring and much more time. Managing this so quickly, Jack risked the tease of another finger around the rim.

“Y-y-yes….” Reardon’s hips rocked mindlessly back and forth, fucking himself on Jack’s fingers.

Jack had something better for him.

He still pressed the tip of that third finger in, only getting as far as the first knuckle and slowing his thrusts to start scissoring with all three.

Reardon cried out, but not as pained as before and fighting past the strain.

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