Page 83 of Courting the Dragon Prince
Once again, Onyx marvelled at this submissive, pliant version of Luther as Onyx manhandled him into a different position so Onyx could wash him. This Luther was so different from the sneering and snarling dragon prince who constantly tried to get a rise out of Onyx.
Small groans and sighs escaped Luther’s lips as Onyx moved around him and washed him clean.
It seemed Onyx wasn’t the only one who enjoyed this. He dipped the cloth into the water, squeezing it before returning it to Luther’s skin, admiring the muscular planes of Luther’s body.
Onyx wiped down his legs. He noticed Luther’s cock had started to perk up again. After refreshing the cloth in the basin once again, Onyx moved the wet fabric to the apex of Luther’s thighs. He wiped the curls, his balls, and his taint.
Luther gasped, and his cock filled further. Onyx wrapped the cloth around Luther’s cock, stroking him to complete hardness.
“Oh!” Luther cried out. Fingers tightening on the stand.
Onyx smiled as he pumped his hand, watching as tremors travelled through Luther’s body. He released Luther’s dick.
Luther whimpered. Onyx dipped the cloth into the water. Then he moved around behind Luther, kneeling.
He swiped the fabric over his arse cheeks, then pulled them apart. Onyx almost laughed at the sight of cream in his crease. With a wipe of the cloth, Onyx cleaned between his arse cheeks.
Then, without much thought, Onyx leaned forward and licked along the seam and right over Luther’s hole, tasting salty skin and the remainder of the cream.
“Ahh!” Luther cried out, body jerking forward.
Onyx set the cloth on the floor. “I think I will use my tongue to finish cleaning you up.”
Luther’s only answer was a heavy, shaky breath.
Onyx’s tongue swiped over Luther’s hole. He gripped Luther’s arse cheeks, holding him open. “I think you might have some cream in here too.” Onyx pressed his tongue forward, sliding it against the tight ring of muscle that clenched against him.
“Fuck. Onyx!” Luther cried out, voice strained.
Onyx speared his tongue forward, shoving it past the tight ring, eager to be buried inside Luther’s tight, hot hole. He wiggled his tongue deeper.
Luther mewled.
Onyx pulled back. He reached down and squeezed his own aching cock. Then he pressed a finger against Luther’s rim, teasing the ring of muscle.
Onyx leaned to the side so he could see Luther in the mirror.
Luther bent forward. His hair almost touched the water in the basin. His arms strained as they clutched the stand. Onyx slid his finger inside, wiggling deep. Luther’s mouth fell open, his eyes squeezed shut.
Onyx slid his finger in and out. Then he nudged Luther’s prostate.
“Oh!” Luther’s muscles tightened around Onyx’s digit.
Onyx’s dick jerked in his trousers. He rubbed his finger against the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, watching the pleasure play out across Luther’s face.
“Onyx. Please,” Luther begged.
Onyx’s cock screamed for attention. He decided he had been patient enough. Finger still buried inside Luther, Onyx rose to his feet.
“I need to shove my cock inside your arse,” Onyx growled. He pressed the bulge in his trousers against Luther’s bare leg. “My dick is so hard for you.”
“Yes,” Luther whispered. “Please.”
Onyx tugged his finger free. A broken whimper escaped Luther.
Onyx strode to the bedside table. He yanked the drawer open, grabbed the vial of oil, and came back. He unstopped the bottle and stood behind Luther. He poured the oil onto his hands and fingers.
Onyx had held himself back for so long. Now he needed to fuck.
