Page 96 of The Frog Prince
His hand slid around Alwin’s waist and he lifted him up for a moment to pull his breeches down. It left Alwin naked and exposed on Otto’s lap, and Otto swooped in to kiss the worry and doubt off his face before it could take root.
Alwin was nothing short of beautiful to him. Never would be anything else. There was no place for insecurity in Otto’s arms.
His wide but fragile chest, painted green and speckled with marks, was calling for Otto. He gave in, kissing his way down Alwin’s neck, over his shoulders and bony upper arms. He made his way to the center of his chest, licking and sucking dark bruises into his green skin.
He made one bloom right over Alwin’s heart in the very center, different from a human’s but no less beautiful. Soothing it with his tongue, he looked up to find Alwin watching with transfixed, lust-filled eyes.
“Stunning,” he said, just to make sure Alwin didn’t go back to that place where he thought the worst of himself. Where he didn’t think he deserved any kindness or affection.
Alwin’s fingers reached into his hair and tugged until Otto tipped his head back, and then he was being kissed. Devoured was a better word. Alwin kissed like he’d suffocate without Otto breathing into his mouth. Like he’d die if they broke contact. His long, thin tongue wrapped around Otto’s without hesitation this time as it licked and allowed Otto to taste him back. His hips rolled into Otto’s repeatedly, seemingly without conscious thought, and Otto felt like he might explode with need.
“Alwin,” he whispered against his lips, dipping his fingers into the barely noticeable swell of Alwin’s ass. Instantly, they were coated with a thick, slippery liquid, and he moaned at the feel of it, silky and warm on his skin. The evidence of Alwin’s desire was tangible in his hand. Alwin tilted his hips slightly away from Otto as if trying to escape, but Otto held him back, one hand still buried between his cheeks and the other holding him in place.
“No,” Otto said. “I want this. I want all of you. Everything.”
He dipped the tip of his finger deeper and found Alwin’s opening fluttering under his touch.
“Yes,” Alwin moaned at the contact and Otto pushed just the tip of a finger in, reveling in the sounds slipping from Alwin’s lips. He pushed farther in, feeling the resistance, feeling Alwin’s body struggling to open up. Still guarded, still hesitant, and Otto wanted none of that.
“I want to be inside you, my prince,” he said. “Let me.”
Another one of Alwin’s walls crumbled into rubble.
He moaned and pushed against the intrusion, and Otto’s finger slid all the way in, the silky walls of Alwin’s body welcoming him.
He fucked him slowly, the slick Alwin was producing making it easy and filthy and maddeningly addictive. Otto’s entire hand was coated, it was dripping from his knuckles and matting into the hair on his wrist, but he didn’t want to stop. He needed Alwin like he’d never needed anything else.
“Otto…” Alwin moaned, shivering in his lap. “Please.”
“Please what, my prince?” Otto asked. “Ask and it will be yours.”
“I want you inside me. I can take it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” he said. “I promise you won’t, just please.”
“Your wish is my command.” Otto reached between them to pull himself out of his breeches. He lifted Alwin off his lap once more, only to bring him back down over the head of his length.
“Yes,” Alwin hissed, and Otto lowered him down, his cock sliding into him, wet and warm and aching.
“You feel perfect, Alwin,” Otto said, trying to hold himself still until Alwin got used to him.
“You feel right,” Alwin replied, and Otto kissed him. Once, twice, a billion times as they sat, joined together, learning each other.
“Beautiful,” Otto said as he used the hold he still had on Alwin’s waist to move him gently up and down. “I wish you saw what I see.”
“What do you see?” Alwin braced his hands on Otto’s shoulders, bouncing up and down making Otto’s eyes roll in his head.
“The incredible green of your eyes,” Otto said, realizing Alwin was doing the work so his hands could roam. “The calmingreflection of the forest on your skin. The silk of your hands in mine and the contrast our bodies make together.”
Alwin closed his eyes as Otto spoke, his cries coming out broken and breathy from pleasure, as their hips picked up speed.
“Otto…”
“You’re stunning,” Otto said, his hands finally stilling in their spot around Alwin’s back, holding him close. “You’re everything I never thought I needed.”
“Yours,” Alwin said, burying his head into Otto’s shoulder as he shook in his arms. He tugged at Otto’s shirt, fastening his lips on Otto’s skin, his body pulling him deeper inside with each wet-sounding thrust.
