Page 63 of Trained Royal
“It feels good, but you’re going to feel much better.”
He speared two fingers inside him, stretching himself as quickly as he could. His hips thrust back as his fingers invaded, helping with the imagery for Kieren’s sake. Patrick could’ve let Kieren stretch him, but it was fun to tease him.
Kieren’s hand squeezed Patrick’s leg, and though it killed him, Patrick stopped, meeting Kieren’s gaze. Kieren swore and moved his hand, and Patrick resumed his movement, moaning at the feel of being full. He needed more, though. Kieren was a three-finger preparation job, and even then, the man would stretch him further when he filled him. The thought had him dropping his head back and exposing his throat. His cock was rock hard, but he’d learnt how to withstand the arousal.
When he was adequately prepared, he slicked Kieren’s dick, giving him a few extra strokes to bring him higher again. Then he crawled up as far as he could without touching Kieren’s side or arm and reached between them. Holding Kieren’s cock straight, he lowered himself, biting his lip at the sting of the entry. He repeatedly lifted and lowered, gaining a small amount each time. Not because he needed to go slow but because he wanted to make this a morning to remember.
Once he was sitting with Kieren’s cock as far up his ass as it could get, he stopped. Sweat trickled down his back and chest, and he breathed deeply to tame the arousal. He didn’t stop the small rocking motions of his body, though. They weren’t enough to make either of them come, but it still felt fucking amazing.
“Please, Sir! I need…”
“Shh. I know what you need. I’ll give you everything. Just have patience.”
Kieren’s head thrashed against the pillow, and Patrick gave him the benefit of the doubt. He wasn’t moving any part of his body that would help him climax, and he let him off.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just lie there while I do all the work.” Patrick rested his hands behind him on Kieren’s knees. “This doesn’t hurt your side, does it?”
Kieren swallowed audibly. “No, Sir.”
At that, Patrick circled his hips slowly, pushing against Kieren’s groin at the top of the movement and pulling back slightly at the bottom. It was a little tricky because of the positioning of his hands—he would usually use the chest as a place to brace himself—but he managed.
With every circular movement, he could feel the tingle travel down his spine, along all his nerve endings and into his groin, pooling, waiting.
“Colour?” he asked when Kieren hissed.
“Green, Sir.”
He was glad because his circles were becoming erratic. He added a harsher twist with his hips and groaned at the spark of electricity. He studied Kieren, noting the tension in his face and the grip he had on the covers.
“I want you to come for me, Kieren. Come inside me. Make me yours.”
Kieren bared his teeth and jerked as he emptied into him. The sight of him doing exactly what Patrick had asked without question sent Patrick over the edge, and his release coated both their stomachs. He kept circling, though, until there was nothing left for either of them to give, and Kieren’s release began escaping from Patrick’s hole.
“Holy crap,” Kieren panted. “I never knew slow could be such a killer.”
Patrick chuckled and wiped a hand over his forehead. “Yes. Slow and steady wins the race just as many times as fast and furious.”
“I’m sure there are movie references within that, but I can’t figure them out right now,” Kieren said, his eyes closed. “You’ve killed me.”
Patrick eased off Kieren’s cock and snuggled on his good side. “But in such a good way.”
“Hell, yes.”
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Chapter 19
Kieren
Kieren made his way through the hallways of Windsor Castle towards where the security meeting was taking place. Patrick was visiting with Freddie and Douglas while their guards were in the meeting. Kieren, uncomfortable with sitting around and chatting, had decided to see what his colleagues were discussing. He’d been meeting and talking with Timothy every day for the past few days, and although he hated the idea of Patrick being away from him, it was easier to manage, especially in places he felt were safe, like there.
He opened the door to the room and found himself on the wrong end of several guns.
“Jesus F Christ, Kieren!” Brett said, re-holstering his gun, as did the others. “You know better than that.”
He did. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Damn right you weren’t.” Brett huffed. “Get your ass in here and shut the door behind you.”
