Royally Screwed - Lynn Van Dorn Page 0,35

words, perhaps half hoping Angelo wouldn’t hear him.

Angelo found himself wanting to move so he could kiss Yuri’s throat, then mark him so everyone knew he belonged to someone and they could keep their hands, octopus or otherwise, off. “I didn’t realize until recently,” he said, giving in and touching Yuri’s silky, tousled hair.

“Realize what?” Yuri’s scowl, Angelo decided, was adorable.

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. Always. None of the rest changes that. You belong to me.”

Yuri snorted inelegantly and smacked Angelo’s chest weakly with the back of his hand. “Stop it. I don’t. I don’t mean bugger-all to you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Angelo pulled Yuri’s body closer to his. Their cocks rubbed against each other and that made him shudder from the pleasure of it. Rubbing your dick on another guy’s dick shouldn’t feel that fucking good, but god, it did. “How do you not see that?”

“See what?” Yuri sounded exasperated as hell.

“It doesn’t have to be all or nothing, princess.”

“What the bloody hell does that even mean? Tell me. I need to know where your head is. And I don’t mean on your body, you prat. Don’t you dare dad-joke me.”

“Hey, you stole my answer. Unfair.” Angelo grinned at Yuri, pleased as he always was when teasing him. It was something he never got tired of.

“Git,” Yuri muttered.

“Don’t forget that I’m your git.” Angelo loved the peevish look that put on Yuri’s face.

He raised a royal eyebrow and aimed it in Angelo’s direction like a missile launcher. “Are you really? Are you sure?”

Angelo was sure, but he also wasn’t. He didn’t feel like he should feel any sort of attachment to Yuri beyond the background irritation he’d always felt with the other prince, but somewhere along the way as they’d aged, Yuri had grown into more than a mere constant pest. He was important to Angelo. He might be—and the thought terrified Angelo—necessary.

“I can try.” Angelo said. “We can try. I’m not sure how much I’m capable of. Maybe nothing. Maybe a whole hell of a lot more than that. But until we know for sure how far I can go, we can try, and we’ll see.”

“Try what?” Yuri’s exasperation had morphed into suspicion. “See what?”

“This.” Angelo braced himself then did what should’ve been the unthinkable: he palmed Yuri’s cock, which wasn’t as hard as it had been earlier, and squeezed it experimentally. Needing more contact with Yuri’s hot skin, Angelo stripped first Yuri, then himself of their undergarments. For the first time, Angelo curled his fist around Yuri’s hardening cock.

Yuri’s eyes snapped shut. “Oh shit oh fuck. What are you doing?” Despite his protest, Yuri thrust into Angelo’s hand. Probably involuntarily. A hand on your dick was a hand on your dick, no matter who it belonged to. Although Angelo had known, if not acknowledged, for some time that he knew that wasn’t the case for Yuri. He wanted the hand on his dick to be Angelo’s and not just any willing hand. And while that had always made Angelo a combination of uncomfortable and frustrated, it also, over time, had started to make Angelo feel both powerful and possessive.

“Do you like this?” Angelo asked, his voice low and husky. Because somehow, despite how fucked up the whole situation was, Angelo needed Yuri to like it. How cocked up was that?

Yuri made a long, guttural noise, something like, “Uuuuuuunnnnggggghhhhh,” as he thrust his hips forward.

That was probably an affirmative.

They had drawn so close together that Angelo’s cock bobbed against Yuri’s stomach, no doubt painting his skin in precum. A thought, one of those intrusive ones, popped into Angelo’s head. He wanted, against all reason, to lick the sticky trail he was leaving off Yuri’s skin. The thought made him shudder and his cock throbbed insistently, hard and needy to the point of pain.

“God,” Angelo whispered. “You’re so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that? You’ve always been pretty. Too bloody pretty. But now…”

Yuri made the guttural noise again. His hand gripped Angelo’s bicep with fingers that were bands of steel. “But what? God. I’m going to come. I’m warning you, Angelo. Jesus! Fuck. I—” Angelo pulled his hand back and Yuri moaned abjectly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please. I’ll stop talking. I’ll do anything, but—”

“You don’t get to come without me. You haven’t earned that.” Angelo had seen this in his porn research. Mimicking what he’d observed, Angelo took Yuri’s erection and lined it up with his own, moving Yuri’s entire body until they were aligned perfectly.