meet Charles’s talented mouth, but Charles deliberately left him wanting as he nuzzled the hair in Kay’s groin.
“Charles,” Kay groaned. “I want—” But what did he want?
“M-hmm.” Charles made a sound of agreement as if Kay had explained everything and then moved his head and licked up the length of Kay’s cock. Kay knew what he wanted then, definitely knew, and had no problem explaining to Charles in perfect detail.
Charles chuckled in amusement. “So demanding, my young warrior.” And he lifted up, rolling Kay onto his front. Kay blinked in astonishment as Charles bent his head.
“I-I don’t. I haven’t—”
“I will be gentle,” Charles replied with complete confidence and pulled a pillow down, pushing it under Kay to raise his hips a little.
“No, I—” But what did he say? It had been a long time, a very long time.
Charles bent his head and kissed the swell of his ass, his thumbs pushing each cheek apart a little, and teased his crack with the tip of his tongue. Kay moaned, and Charles slid his tongue lower. He drew up a little. “I will of course stop if you wish,” Charles said solemnly, “but I would like to take care of you a little.”
Kay shamelessly arched his back and tried to push his ass higher, both wanting Charles’s touch and being fearful at the same time. Charles carried on lower, and as he swirled his tongue around Kay’s hole, Kay gasped, his body completely unsure whether to grind downward for friction on his aching cock, or to push back and encourage Charles to go deeper.
As if Charles knew, he reached under Kay and clasped his cock. “Yes.” Kay moaned and thrust into Charles’s hand, slick with Kay’s precum. He was so unbelievably close, and he panted as Charles took up a rhythm. Head spinning, he tried to focus on Charles. “If you don’t stop—”
“Why would I stop? I love giving you pleasure,” Charles murmured and bent his head to spear his tongue in Kay’s hole at the same time as running his slick palm over the head of Kay’s engorged cock. It was too much for Kay. The double assault he was completely unused to, the growl of Charles’s voice and the care he was being shown. He pushed into Charles’s fingers, and his orgasm gripped him tight for a long moment as his body lit with a fire he hadn’t felt before. Charles brought his hand back to his own cock and used Kay’s cum to jerk himself to completion. Ropes of Charles’s cum splattered on Kay’s back, and guilt teased at him, but he felt boneless and wasn’t sure what he was capable of. Charles brushed a kiss on his hair. He could make it up to Charles through the night, and all the nights that stretched out in a glittering future.
It was some more long moments before he realized that not only had Charles cleaned him up, but he was tucked into his arms and being held, and Kay wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep.
There was one thing that couldn’t wait though. Waiting had nearly cost Tom his life. He lifted his head and gazed at Charles. He loved the grooves next to his mouth that deepened when he smiled, and the light gray peppering his hair and beard. It was almost funny thinking he was into Charles looking older, when for all he knew he might be five hundred years or so younger than him. But what was half a millennium between lovers? And technically Charles was immortal, but he wanted to leave nothing to chance.
“I have to go get my sword. I didn’t bring it upstairs.”
Charles’s eyebrows quirked. “Was it something I said?”
Kay flushed. “It would be better not to wait.”
“Wait for what?” Charles seemed genuinely confused.
“The bonding. It would be better—”
Charles sat up quickly and stared at Kay for what seemed an endless second. “You mean the ritual bloodletting.” It wasn’t a question, and Kay nodded.
“It seems crass, I know, just after that, but with what happened to Tom, I don’t want to wait.”
Charles stared at Kay for a long moment. “I’m sorry.”
Nerves skittered up Kay’s spine. Why was he apologizing?
“I hadn’t realized,” Charles whispered, and before Kay could respond, Charles stood and reached for his pants.
“What are you doing?” Kay said slowly, despair creeping into his voice even though he tried to bank it down.
“I am a Knight Hospitaller, Kay. You know that.”
Kay nodded. That didn’t explain what was wrong.
“And I have a