Page 56 of Chased By the Fairy

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 sofuckinglong.”

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, soyouknow 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?

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