Page 66 of Cinder
“Tell me you need me.”
“I need you.” Cin felt like he was begging, but he couldn’t put into words how true that was, now and forever, his fingers and his affection and his support.
Lorenz lifted himself up just enough that Cin could see the smirk on his lips. “Then touch me, my dove.”
Cin groaned. Still, his hands didn’t seem to know how to reach for Lorenz. He tugged awkwardly at his prince’s trousers. “Can I…”
“I will say no to nothing, remember.”
Cin did remember, but that didn’t make it any easier. Between that and the ache spreading beneath Cin’s skin, the yearning for touch or tomaketouch, to makelove, he pushed himself forward. He had the prince’s trousers off in no time, his own somehow coming with them, and then Cin had his own mouth on Lorenz’s body, kissing his way down Lorenz’s stomach as he fiddled with his lower undergarments.
Lorenz stumbled the rest of the way onto his back and Cin pulled those free. His prince laughed, his elbows propping him up, his bent legs wide, and his cock so stiff it made Cin feel jealous. He looked awkward and disheveled and beautiful.
And Cinwantedhim.
The lopsided grin on Lorenz’s face grew as he said, “You’re the first person to see this much of me in…” he shrugged. “Well, since before we lost Alwin, surely.”
The knowledge landed hot between Cin’s legs and that warmth seemed to travel quickly to his heart. What they had was still special, even with the cage around Lorenz’s heart. Lorenz had made that clear time and time again. He reached for Cin, but Cin put two fingers to his chest. “I’m not done looking.”
Lorenz settled back into place, his head tipped to one side. “You find me to your liking then, I take it?”
“Of course I do.” Cin snorted, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his lips as he slowly lowered his mouth to the inside of Lorenz’s knee. “Now hold still.”
“As you wish.”
Cin kissed his prince’s skin again, moving up his inner thigh. With each press of his mouth, Lorenz’s smugness melted into pleasure, his body relaxing into Cin’s touch. Somehow, Cin had not expected that—not expected, either, how sweet it would feel. This was different than their previous times together, no less desperate, necessarily, but that want was made softer by their unspoken desire to stretch things out, to pleasure each other as deeply and fully as possible before this night and its beauties were taken away.
If he could, Cin was going to remember every inch of Lorenz’s body, draw forth every song of bliss his prince’s lips could produce, brand his fingerprints across so much of his lover’s skin that no touch could ever replace his.
And so he did, one tender kiss at a time, lips moving to tongue and then to teeth as Lorenz moaned, until finally Cin was between Lorenz’s legs, teasing his hard cock with the softest of sucking. As he did, he plucked the feathers trapped in his hair clip to flutter them across his prince’s family jewels before exposing the head of his cock to trace them across the especially sensitive skin there.
Lorenz seemed to be fighting back little bucks of his hips as he whimpered. He shifted his shoulders, his hands opening and closing at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull Cin’s mouth closer or push him back into the blankets and take him fully. “Are you not going to let me have my fun too, dove?”
“If I must.” Cin smiled, and let Lorenz’s cock free. Instead of surrendering, though, he climbed over top of his prince to kiss him properly. He groaned as Lorenz gripped his ass, and wove a hand through Lorenz’s hair beneath the ring of his circlet.
“We can take that off,” Lorenz grumbled between Cin’s lips. He reached to remove the crown, but Cin shooed his hand away.
“I like it.”
“Then it stays.” Lorenz gave Cin’s still-clothed ass a squeeze that seemed to tingle its way deeper into him, tightening his hole with a greedy ache. “But these underthingsmustgo.”
“You did promise to take me for everything I’m worth,” Cin reminded him.
Those words seemed just enough to unleash the restraints Lorenz had been putting on himself. He pushed Cin back, settling him onto the blankets—still soft, still slow, but his want clearly bundled beneath as he drew Cin’s undergarments off him, gazing at Cin’s bare form with unbridled lust, and something more—not love, perhaps, but pride, and joy, and awe.
With no fabric to cover him, Cin could feel his wetness leaking through the barrier of his curls. Lorenz took fulladvantage of it, slipping his fingers in and dragging them up. When he hit Cin’s sweet spot, Cin’s hips jerked against him.
Lorenz looked devilish, his eyes alight and his hair shifting in that magical breeze that seemed always upon him. “Now, now, notyet. I did say I’d haveallof you.”
This time when he cupped through Cin’s wetness, he pulled his fingers back entirely. Cin couldn’t see what he was doing, and for a split second his confusion overwhelmed his desire, until suddenly Lorenz’s fingers brushed over the delicate, tightened skin of Cin’s asshole.
Even though he’d only touched Cin from the outside, that single swipe brought a flash of want with it, and a desire that Cin couldn’t explain—a sensation of emptiness and the need to be filled, to have Lorenz spread him apart then and there and push into him just to see what would happen, what it would feel like. Before Cin could fully make sense of the desire, Lorenz’s fingers returned with more of his silky wetness, massaging the slick substance against Cin’s opening. Cin arched back, wanting almost to moan, but his breath caught in his lungs instead.
“You like that, my dove?” Lorenz teased.
Cin felt his blush as though it had struck between his legs as well as across his face, hot and tingling. When Lorenz pushed his thighs a little farther apart, he had to stop himself from whimpering. Lorenz seemed committed to cleaning him out and soaking every last drop of that slickness into his other hole, but Cin could feel himself only growing more wet with each touch, his lower regions heavy and swollen with need.
As Lorenz worked the outer ridge of his hole again, he said, “I asked, do you like this, dove…”
