Royally Screwed - Lynn Van Dorn Page 0,55

dick is amazing.” Yuri wriggled again to demonstrate.

“And your ego is so tiny.”

Yuri tapped his finger against his lip, looking thoughtful. “At least my dick isn’t tiny.”

Angelo frowned. “Are you insinuating my dick is tiny?” He could feel it grow harder, as if proving he had a huge dick through inflation was something his body felt the need to prioritize at that moment.

“I wasn’t insinuating anything.”

“You’re a brat, princess. Do you want to get spanked?”

Yuri looked up at Angelo, one eyebrow dubiously raised. “Um. Yeah. Have you not been paying attention at all?” His wiggle transformed into a sinuous roll of his hips.

Angelo gasped. “Princess, god.”

“Why are you here, Angelo?” Yuri asked again as he ground his cock against Angelo’s.

“Fuck!” All of this had no doubt been a terrible idea and a waste of time, but with Yuri’s body under his, it was hard to keep all that at the forefront of his mind.

Yuri leaned up to kiss Angelo’s jaw sweetly. “I’m not opposed.” Angelo’s problem, of course, was that most of him wasn’t opposed, either, despite everything. Or because of it. Or maybe, it was both. At the moment, Angelo had no idea. “Don’t think you’re opposed, either, Angel. Are you?”

“Can you just shut up for five minutes?” Angelo asked. “I need to think.” What I really need is to get inside Yuri’s body. At this point, I don’t care how dumb or gay or fucked up all this is. I need inside him.

“Probably not,” Yuri said, sounding cheerful about it.

Angelo groaned. “Try.”

Yuri gave Angelo an exaggerated eye roll. “If you really want me to shut up, make me.”

So Angelo kissed him.

21

Yuri Is Contagious

Yuri felt like he could just lie there and let Angelo kiss him for hours and hours. He didn’t care that he’d essentially dared Angelo to kiss him and Angelo had never backed away from any dare in his entire life. His lips felt like heaven and it had been ages since Yuri had been kissed—five whole days. Whatever made Angelo stay and suck on his bottom lip like he'd been doing for the last several minutes was fine by Yuri. Call it what you would, he was fully onboard with the program.

So, for that matter, was Angelo’s cock. It felt like it was burning a hole right through Yuri’s trousers. The pressure of Angelo’s body holding him down, too, was one of the best things Yuri had ever felt.

“I should fucking spank your fucking arse, Yuri,” Angelo growled after he’d pulled far enough away to regain the use of his lips. “You’re fucking up my life.”

Yuri wrapped his arms around Angelo tighter and breathed him in. No matter where they were, Angelo was the scent of home. “Spank me later. This is too nice.”

Angelo groaned into the side of Yuri’s neck before biting it. “Why do I want this so much? What did you do to me?”

“Too much exposure. I infected you with my gay. You did know it was contagious, right?”

“Fuck you.”

Yuri bucked his hips up to grind more solidly against Angelo’s cock. “You keep saying that and then not following through. That’s rude, you know. I could have my country’s attorneys sue your country for breach of promise. Do you really want an international incident on your hands?”

Angelo growled again, which had to be about the sexiest sound in the entire universe as far as Yuri was concerned, and went back to attacking Yuri’s mouth. Presumably to shut him up, which was fine and dandy as far as Yuri was concerned. It was easy to forget that Angelo wasn’t his boyfriend or lover or anything but an obligation he was determined to see through to the end. Angelo seemed far too into this for it to be a total sham, and besides, what the hell was he even doing here? He should’ve been in London, not attacking Yuri’s mouth in Oxford.

When Angelo pulled back, gasping for breath, Yuri took in his own lungful of air then said, “Not that I mind, but why are you here, Angel?”

There was more growling from Angelo and a sharp nipping bite on Yuri’s earlobe. “I tried to stay away, but you’re the only thing I can think of. It’s always you, there in the back of my mind, and I can usually drown you out but now I can’t and I think it’s ruining me.”

“I’m ruining you. Right. I’m not sure I should be flattered or insulted. I’ll go with flattered. It’s nice to be noticed by