Page 39 of Burning Ice
Still directing Mirel’s grip, Kylix made him stroke his cock, long and slick and hard, their breaths merging with every word. The room filled with Kylix’s low growl, the wet drag of skin, and Mirel’s broken sounds.
“Enough.” Kylix pulled their hands back. With one sudden movement, he rolled Mirel onto his back and slipped down his sleeping pants, exposing his bare ass. When he hooked back his legs over his shoulders, Mirel flinched, caught by sudden shame.
“No.” Kylix smacked his ass and Mirel jolted. “You won’t escape from me. Let me taste you down there too.” Spreading Mirel’s thighs, he nestled himself between. His hands landed on Mirel’s ass cheeks. And then Mirel felt Kylix’s mouth probing in his crease.
“What are y-you d-d-doing?”
Kylix replied with another smack on his ass. “Silent now, and let me enjoy you.”
Mirel felt his tongue sliding across his entrance, slow at first, coaxing. But then he went inside and Mirel’s hips bucked, panic slamming through him like a sledgehammer.
Kylix moaned against his ass, causing a reverberation that made Mirel calm down. His cheek fell back against the sheets as Kylix’s hands grabbed his and kept them on both sides. He kept on licking him with fast flicks of his tongue.
“G-good Light,” Mirel mewled. His hips rocked involuntarily.
Kylix chuckled against his flesh. “Feel good, little one? You like it when I lick you down here?”
Mirel nodded into the sheet. His lips had parted and rapid puffs of air left his mouth. Kylix’s licks had turned slower, deeper, and when Mirel felt a flash of grazing teeth, his head spun with desire. He was going to come like this, if Kylix didn’t stop. A hand brushed the inside of his thigh in circles that should feel reassuring but did nothing of the sort, and Kylix’s stubble teased the sensitive skin of his scrotum.
Mirel’s sound broke free, low and raw. More frost feathered the headboard, cracked, melted again. He felt both hot and cold, and yet neither prevented him from being close, so close, to his climax.
Then Kylix withdrew, lips wet, smirk sharp. He came up, bit Mirel’s hipbone once, hard enough to mark. “I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before.” Reaching out to his bedside table, he grabbed a small vial. He tipped it over his fingers, coating them. The scent of oil and spice filled the air.
When his slick fingers touched Mirel’s hole, the contrast made him jolt. “That’s it, little one.”
Kylix circled the entrance, patient, coaxing the muscles to yield before pressing in. The first push made Mirel arch, hiss, curse, hands twisting in the sheets.
“Wh-what are you d-doing?”
“Giving you what you need,” Kylix said.
He slid his finger deeper, slow enough that the tremor under his palm turned steady. Mirel balked at the intrusion, but there was no escaping Kylix. It didn’t hurt, not really. It just felt strange, tight, and a little uncomfortable. And yet, as Kylix resumed his thrusting fingers, Mirel eased into it, and his hips started to roll on the rhythm the Imperial Prince had set.
Kylix groaned, voice torn. “You’re so tight,” he said at Mirel’s throat. “Like you were waiting for me. Were you waiting for me?”
“I-I d-don’t know.”
Kylix grinned. “Say my name.”
Mirel gasped it at last, unwilling and true. “Kylix.”
"That's right." The sound drove him faster. Their rhythm filled the room. “Good boy, opening up for me. I won’t fuck you tonight. Not yet. But I’ll make you see the stars.” He pressed a second finger in, scissoring until Mirel’s curses turned to gasps. When Mirel’s breath came fast, Kylix poured another line of oil between them, letting it track down to where heat waited. His fingers moved with clean precision, stretching him open until his body loosened and the anger broke on pleasure.
Mirel’s eyes burned bright, furious at himself, furious at the heat he could not refuse.
“Look at you, being so beautiful for me,” Kylix said, lowering over him. “You’re mine to satisfy. Mine to listen to.”
He crooked his fingers and Mirel cried out, back bowing. His chest flared.
Thump. Thump.
Their hearts hammered in time. He had never felt anything like it. His body felt raw and alive. Every nerve begged for more even as it shook from the shock of it.
“I-I’m close,” Mirel blurted. His toes curled from the admittance. From the pleasure raging through his insides like a snowstorm.
Kylix’s tongue dragged down Mirel’s chest, across his stomach, and then he took his cock into his mouth in one hungry motion.
“G-good… Oh, fuck.”
