Page 116 of The Frog Prince
“How do you want me, my prince?” Otto asked, leaning back on his palms, displaying himself like a feast, and Alwin gasped, image after filthy image flashing before his eyes.
He wanted him everywhere and in every imaginable way. He hungered for him. He wanted to devour him and merge them into one entity. He wanted to consume Otto, the desire so intense he was scaring himself.
“I want to mount you,” he said finally, the pull of the frog still there, still strong. “But the ground is too rough.”
“I can handle some grit, Alwin.” Otto shifted until he was on his knees, looking over his shoulder at Alwin, his back to Alwin’s chest.
Alwin wrapped his arms around Otto’s chest, feeling how much harder he could grip him now that they weren’t as fragile and thin as they used to be. He pulled Otto toward himself, plastering his naked body over Otto’s back, rounded fingertips landing on his nipples.
His lips latched on to Otto’s neck, sucking bruise after bruise into the pale skin. His fingers explored. Suckled the hardened buds. Danced along his rib cage. Dipped between defined abs and found the dips of Otto’s hips. He spread his hands down the groove of Otto’s groin, framing his cock and balls between his fingers and pulling Otto’s ass against his own erection.
“Want you inside me,” Otto whispered, but Alwin shook his head, biting Otto’s earlobe.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, running his fingers over Otto’s cock, making him shiver. Over his shoulder, he saw the webs still between his fingers, keeping them together, making it harder for him to give Otto what they both so clearly wanted.
“You won’t,” Otto said.
“I can’t prepare you, my love. I can’t use my fingers individually, and you’re too tight for me to use them all at once.”
“I want you to. I can take it.”
“Otto…” Alwin said, but Otto reached behind himself, around Alwin, and dove between his cheeks. Where Alwin was wet.
Where the slick he’d produced as the Frog Prince still pooled now that he was back to being mostly human.
“Yes!” Otto moaned when he found Alwin soaked. “I was hoping this had stayed.”
“You were?” Alwin asked and Otto nodded, fingers prodding at Alwin’s opening.
“It is so unbearably sexy to know you’re leaking for me. To know you want me that much. We can use this.”
He scooped some of the wetness from between Alwin’s cheeks and brought it between his own legs, spreading it over his hole.
Alwin watched, mesmerized by the scene unfolding. Otto leaned forward, palms on the ground, his opening glistening with Alwin’s slick.
“Please,” he said and Alwin couldn’t deny him anything. With a pained cry he descended on him like a man possessed.
He kissed the base of his spine, as he reached between his cheeks and slowly pushed in. Otto’s body protested for just a few moments before he moaned loudly and bore down against the intrusion. The tight ring of muscles gave, and Alwin slipped inside, his sensitive finger spearing into his lover.
Otto pushed back, impaling himself on the sticky digit, dropping to his forearms and resting his head on the backs of his hands.
He moaned loudly as Alwin’s pad found that one spot and stuck inside him, breaths coming out choppy and labored. His hips were rolling into Alwin’s touch, his thighs trembling.
Alwin could see the rough ground digging into Otto’s knees, could see small scrapes on fragile skin.
He didn’t want to see Otto in pain, but the pleasure seemed to be winning.
“I’m ready,” Otto keened beneath him. “Now, Alwin.”
He pulled his finger out and stood, bracing his hands on the small of Otto’s back as he straddled him from behind. His thighs bracketed Otto’s hips, and he held him against the ground as he brought his cock between slick cheeks and pushed in.
For a split second, doubt crept in.
His eyes caught on green skin against pale. Four webbed fingers spread over a human back. A cock without balls disappearing inside Otto, aided by the slick Alwin’s body had produced. The position he was in, which had been guided solely by the desire of someone Alwin had fought so hard not to be anymore.
“You feel so good,” Otto said brokenly. His hips rocked against Alwin. He reached between his own legs with one hand, and Alwin realized he was touching himself. Enjoying it. “Perfect.”
Alwin’s doubts evaporated. He hooked his legs around Otto and braced himself against his back as he pulled out and slammed back in, forcing scream after scream out of his lover.
