Royally Screwed - Lynn Van Dorn Page 0,36

Then he took both their cocks into his hand and stroked them in unison.

It wasn’t like Angelo had imagined. Not at all.

It was way fucking better.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh—” Yuri stuck the fleshy part of his hand into his mouth then screamed behind it. Angelo was grateful for his consideration. The last thing he wanted was for his neighbors, the bodyguards, to hear a scream coming from his flat.

Hot wetness fell onto Angelo’s fist and a sharp, familiar smell hit his nose. They usually pretended it never happened, but it happened more often than not when Angelo disciplined Yuri. He would come, untouched by Angelo or himself, helpless to hold his pleasure back. Angelo thought of things he’d seen, like orgasm denial, and it had made zero sense to him until just this second. The idea of controlling Yuri’s orgasms made something primal within him want to roar with approval.

Even now, Yuri tried to squirm away from him. “I can’t… I… it’s too much. Please. It’s too much. God!” Then he muffled another scream when Angelo didn’t let his cock go.

“You can take it. You will take it. Do you hear me?” With Yuri’s cum mixing with his own precum, Angelo’s lubricated fist flew as it pumped both their cocks. “Yuri, do you hear me?”

“Please!” Yuri wailed. “Please!”

“You’re getting hard again, princess. Fuck. Hard for this. Hard for me?”

Yuri’s hand, which had been digging into Angelo’s shoulder, went to Angelo’s hair and he threaded his fingers into it and gripped hard. Then he brought their mouths together. Angelo expected another kiss, but instead, Yuri bit Angelo’s lower lip with his teeth.

That was what did it. The bite threw Angelo off the cliff he’d been avoiding for what seemed like his entire life and he fell down, down, down, leaving his heart and his cum behind.

After being unable to move, speak, or think for several minutes, Angelo dredged up some remaining strength and will, made Yuri lie on his back, then straddled his thighs. He looked down into Yuri’s face, noting a drop of blood on his pink lips. Putting his finger to his own mouth, Angelo pulled it away and saw that sure enough, there was a thin line of blood that Yuri had drawn with his teeth. Angelo panted, trying to get his damned breath back, and stared down at Yuri. He had his eyes tightly shut and otherwise looked like a thoroughly debauched angel.

Yuri opened his eyes as Angelo used his thumb to wipe away the blood from his lip. They were wide and wary as they gazed up into his. Angelo waited for Yuri to speak until it became obvious he wasn’t going to.

“Are you all right?” Angelo asked. He wanted to know, but he also lacked anything else to say and felt the need to fill the silence.

Yuri laughed and it sounded on the edge of hysterical. “No. I am nowhere near all right. You can’t take this back, Angelo. It happened. It can’t unhappen. You may think you can make it all go away and pretend we hallucinated the whole thing, but we. Did. Not.” He glared up at Angelo defiantly. “That’s bollocks.”

“I know,” Angelo said, but with some trepidation. Now that it had been burned behind him, Angelo wasn’t sure he wanted to be on this side of the bridge they’d just crossed together. He didn’t suppose he had much choice, though.

“You keep saying that, but I really don’t think you do. Still straight, Angelo, my love?”

Angelo stared down at Yuri. “What kind of fucking question is that?”

“A pretty fucking valid one, I think.”

“I…” Angelo trailed off into silence. He had no idea what was the right or correct or even smart thing to say.

“Get off me,” Yuri said, his eyes and his voice gone cold as the snowy winters of Mirea.

“Princess—”

“Do not ‘princess’ me, you arsehole. Now get the fuck off me.”

“What are you going to do?” Angelo reflected that he sounded like a worried mother more than anything else. Yuri squirmed and kicked until he was free from Angelo’s weight. Not that Angelo exactly fought him. Mostly, he just rolled to the side.

“I’m going to take a shower and use your toothbrush and put on my clothes and then get a car to take me to Paddington. Is that acceptable?” Yuri’s voice dripped with anger and scorn and something else Angelo couldn’t quite put a finger on.

“I’ll take you. You know I have a car.”

“Fuck. Off.” Yuri bit the