Page 49 of His Summer Prince

The next stroke sent an ecstatic cramp through Wren. Forbidden from locking his inner muscles, he had no way of keeping his hole from betraying him and contracting. “Elior…”

Elior’s soul was wrapped tightly around his, and another surge of warmth rushed into Wren. Elior fingered him relentlessly. Wren floated in rapture. Obeying became easy. His hole loosened further and allowed Elior complete access. His finger went deep, touching ever new nerve endings, which the faerie oil set ablaze. His insides rejoiced, bliss rolling through him in waves.

Wren was happy. Elior was in him, around him, grinding against him. Wren hung suspended in that space between arousal and release, that euphoric state right before climax struck. But it didn’t. Instead, he basked in Elior’s affection, in his touch.

Joyous tears leaked from his eyes. He and Elior were joined in ecstasy, their souls pulsing as one. Wren’s slick hole squelched every time Elior drove inside, the small sound obscenely loud in the silence of their bedroom.

“I can’t wait for my cock to dive inside you and feel all that warm oil as you squeeze me,” Elior said dreamily. He sped up, rubbing and grinding frantically. Wren’s ass cheek was drenched in his precum.

They rode the high together, Wren gasping whenever Elior hit his prostate until Elior lost control. He rapidly rutted against Wren, his finger pistoning in and out.

“Come for me,” Elior bit out, and the command hit Wren like a battering ram.

He shrieked as all the pent-up energy in his core exploded in a brutal orgasm. It ripped into him with savage force, and he squeezed Elior’s finger like a vise. Then, he dissolved into rapid contraction. He cried out. Cum shot from his cock and splattered the wooden headboard. Elior let out a feral groan and spurtedhis seed across Wren’s ass and back. Their hearts hammered, each thump timed to the clenching of their insides.

Elior never stopped fingering him, forcing his body to spasm and cramp around his digit until Wren was coming dry, his cock still jerking in ecstatic release. It took a while for his orgasm to ebb off into mellow aftershocks.

Weak with relief, Wren collapsed onto his elbows. His breath rushed in and out of him, and he dropped his brow onto the pillows.

Elior pulled out, and before Wren could comprehend what Elior was doing, two long digits pressed past his entrance. A shout ripped out of him. The second digit brought fresh faerie oil, igniting him anew. Wren trembled. Elior shoved his fingers deep into his hole, causing him to twitch around them. He’d just come, but the faerie oil was priming him for another round.

Sweat slicked Wren’s body as he grunted, focusing on the small place Elior massaged. He rubbed him back and forth, stoking the fire of his arousal. And damn, it was working. Wren couldn’t help clenching. He’d been wrung dry not a minute ago, was dizzy with the afterglow of his release, but there was no denying Elior. Two clever fingertips kneaded his gland, readying it to spill once more. This was going to be the end of him.

Elior stopped only to scissor his fingers, pulling Wren’s trembling walls apart. He held the stretch, then plunged into Wren’s prostate. Wren moaned like a whore.

“Come for me,” Elior said.

Wren’s body obeyed before his mind could catch up. He erupted with a hoarse shout, cum shooting from his flexing cock. His balls shuddered with the force of his release; his insides contracted around the perfect resistance of Elior’s fingers. Their girth satisfied him beyond what a lone digit could ever achieve.

Elior’s cum hit his ass and slid down his thigh, dirtying him even more. Groaning, Elior hammered him, dragging out theirjoint climax. Wren pulsed helplessly around the attack, each knock forcing another spurt from him.

He whimpered when Elior pulled out, his hole feeling sad and empty as drawn-out aftershocks had him clenching on sad air. Elior palmed his ass, then eased away and poured more faerie oil. Wet, sloshing sounds filled the room as he slicked up. He gave Wren time to recover so that when his blunt head kissed Wren’s rim, he had regained his faculties. His opening was relaxed and pliable. When Elior exerted pressure, he bore down. Elior’s cockhead slipped inside, stretching his inner ring. Wren let out an impassioned sound as the fresh faerie oil warmed his entrance, tingles racing into the depths of his hole.

Elior clutched his hips and held on as he inserted himself inch by inch, each small shove sending an involuntary contraction through Wren. His walls narrowed around Elior, feeling his long, hard shaft, his bulbous crown.

With a final push, Elior seated himself in Wren, panting. He ran his hands up Wren’s back before pushing him firmly into the mattress, ass in the air. A shadow of his own snug heat engulfed Wren’s cock, and he whined, owned and taken care of.

Elior rolled his hips, withdrawing before diving back in. On the second thrust, he canted his hips, and when he rocked into Wren, he smacked his prostate.

Wren yelped, eyes going wide, as that slick, spongy glans hit him right where he needed it. Heat collected in that special place and then spread through his loins and finally his entire body. Every part of him was on fire, hankering for the next charge. He didn’t have to wait long. Elior slammed into him, driving his cockhead into his prostate. The strike had Wren seeing stars. Pleasure boomed through his hole. Elior was in him, around him, taking him to heaven.

Soon, urgency built. His sack climbed high, two plump balls bracketing his erection. Elior plundered him from behind, hisaim impeccable.

Wren fisted the sheets. His insides gripped Elior, clinging to him when he pulled back. Every thrust was accompanied by a wanton noise of Wren’s.

Elior lowered onto him, pressing his front to Wren’s back. “God, you’re so perfect,” he said in his ear. “You fit me like a glove.”

Wren whimpered. The faerie oil was working miracles—his cock had returned to leaking obscene amounts of fluid. That heavenly cockhead knocked into his prostate, wiping out Wren’s vision. He rolled his hips in answer, Elior brushing over his most sensitive place.

Elior kissed his back and dropped his forehead between Wren’s shoulder blades. He wrapped his arms around him and pressed him to his front. Wren loved Elior bracketing him in every possible way, him pulsing against his prostate.

“I want to come inside you,” Elior said, his breath ghosting over Wren’s skin. “I love coming while I finger you, but this… this is everything.” He gave a shallow thrust, his glans rubbing Wren just right.

A low moan fell off Wren’s lips as Elior leaked precum onto his prostate. It was so fucking intimate. Elior rocked his hips, smearing that glorious wetness across Wren’s core, massaging it into his tender love knot.

A bright, warm glow ignited in that deep, hidden place where their bodies connected. Elior gasped; his cock swelled. Heat flushed Wren’s groin, and Elior clung to him as he helplessly keened.

They came. Volleys of hot, wet release splattered against Wren’s prostate. His mouth hung open as his cock lurched and flexed, hurling ropes of cum onto his chest. His insides convulsed, clenching and unclenching on Elior, who creamed his hole with his seed.

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