“I’m making no promises,” Idris said, nodding curtly and then pausing before accepting Mikhail’s handshake. When his brother turned to leave with his fiancé, Aaron, Kamar caught Mikhail’s smile.

Sweet as the fruits the merchant sold in his stall, Kamar basked in the sense of success and progress following the end of their meeting. Alone at last, Mikhail turned to Kamar and beamed. “That went well, didn’t it?”

Sensing he needed the reassurance, Kamar gave him a thumbs up.

“It could have been worse. He could have flat-out refused, and I wouldn’t have blamed him. Not after the way I treated him,” Mikhail said.

“But he didn’t,” Kamar reminded him. Intuition had him seeking out Mikhail’s hand atop the table. Mikhail flipped his hand over and entwined their fingers.

Staring at their fingers, Mikhail said, “Still, I can’t help feeling I’m asking too much and too soon. What have I given him in return? Nothing but heartache.”

“You two were close, so it can’t have all been heartache,” Kamar said.

Mikhail bobbed his head. “True…”

With his free hand, Kamar touched the wrinkle of worry between Mikhail’s brows. Smoothing it out with his fingertips, he became aware of how close they’d become. Rather than moving away, Kamar held still. He licked his lips, his gaze falling to Mikhail’s mouth.

Mikhail, in turn, moved in, their lips softly brushing before the merchant opened their kiss and their mouths melded together. They moved in sync, breathing as one in that kiss. Mikhail adjusted himself so Kamar could seat himself in his lap, his hands wrapping around the former royal’s neck.

Grinding on his lap, Kamar ripped his mouth away to moan when Mikhail’s hard-on became evident. Seeking the merchant’s steely cock, he stood and crouched in front of him, spreading Mikhail’s thighs and tugging down his roomy pants.

“Oh, yes,” Mikhail breathed once Kamar grasped his velvety, thick cock in his palm.

Squeezing him from base to red-headed crown, Kamar leaned in, tongue out to catch the dribble of pearly white pre-cum from the weeping slit. He teased Mikhail with tiny flicks and licks, his tongue outlining the glans, dashing down the sensitive underside while his hands fondled the merchant’s balls.

“Fuck,” Mikhail hissed, his hips jerking forward in anticipation of the blowjob.

Kamar clucked his tongue, backing out of reach. Shaking his finger, he smiled evilly. “You have to earn it.”

“How?” Mikhail growled, he gripped his knees, his veined shaft standing up proudly, his face flushed from the teasing. “How can I get your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, drinking up my seed?”

Kamar stood, his smile spreading, hurting his cheeks as he pulled down his pants and boxers, kicking out of them. He turned, knees balancing on the chair he’d been sitting in not too long ago, and spreading his ass cheeks for Mikhail to get a view of his puckered, squeezing hole.

Glancing over his shoulder, Kamar said, “You want this, you’ve got to get it nice and wet.”

Catching his drift it seemed, Mikhail moved in without a word.

Mikhail practically lunged at Kamar, catching him by surprise when he pressed his face in and eagerly lapped at Kamar’s twitchy hole. It was Kamar’s turn to moan out his pleasure. Mikhail drove his tongue into Kamar’s hole. When that wasn’t enough, he dragged his tongue along Kamar’s taint, his finger sinking past Kamar’s puckered rosette to stroke his walls.

Kamar’s fully erect dick bobbed as he ground back against Mikhail, his body doing what came naturally at this point. His hand reached down, the need for release overwhelming. He pumped his cock in time to Mikhail’s fingers–now two of them–stretching his asshole.

When he felt the pressure of his orgasm building, Kamar gasped, “I’m going to cum!”

Taking his cue, Mikhail backed off, sliding his fingers out. Kamar missed the loss of contact for all but a few seconds, and then Mikhail’s cockhead was poised at his entrance. Sliding into him, Kamar moaned until he felt the slap of Mikhail’s balls over his taint. Not waiting to give him time to adjust, he began a drilling rhythm.

The brutal pounding had Kamar moaning and throwing his head back, squeezing his eyes closed as the pleasure mounted. Mikhail reached around and grasped his cock, and Kamar yelped, panting wildly when Mikhail stroked him fast. And that knot in his ass wasn’t helping. Mikhail was locked into him again until he filled Kamar with his seed.

Needing to hold him close, Kamar reached around and turned his head. Luckily Mikhail knew what he wanted, because his mouth was there, hot and pliant for Kamar’s attention. Their tongues danced while Mikhail pumped him both ways, giving him pleasure that Kamar didn’t think was humanly possible.

He felt so full…so sated, and then his cock spurted out a string of cum shots.

“Yes, oh, yes, yes, yes!” Kamar wailed, his head falling back over Mikhail’s shoulder as his Alpha milked him.

Mikhail continued his merciless stroking, wringing Kamar dry. He toppled into his own orgasm not too long after. Releasing Kamar’s shaft, he gripped his hips and held himself still, the final thrust emptying his seed. Leaning into him, Mikhail dropped a kiss onto Kamar’s shoulder, his teeth grazing him playfully.

“That was unexpected,” Mikhail whispered hotly in his ears.

Kamar chuckled. “It was also delicious.” Then his belly growled, and Kamar laughed with Mikhail. Pulling out of him, Mikhail freed Kamar, kicked out of his pants and grabbed the backpack with their food provisions.

“What?” Kamar turned to face his curious expression.

“Uh, I might have left very little for you,” Mikhail sheepishly admitted. He shrugged. “I didn’t know what to do with myself when you were gone.”

Kamar peered into the backpack and confirmed what Mikhail said. It made him laugh again. Grinning at his silly merchant, he cupped Mikhail’s bristly cheek and tiptoed to kiss him. “I guess that’s a good thing, because I’m getting the feeling I’ll be hungry for something else soon. Very soon…and it’s going to keep you busy.”