Chapter Sixteen
Bran raised his legs and placed them wider apart allowing full access.
Caspian appreciated the move, understanding the trust and faith his lover placed in him.
Seeing Bran so vulnerable and exposed, made Caspian's mouth water. He dragged his wet tongue across the taint, around the heavy full balls, and along the rigid shaft. The flavorsome precum pleased his taste buds and Bran's cock bobbed into his mouth when he reached the end.
Caspian licked up and down the shaft over and over. Each time, swirling his tongue around the delicious, juicy head before returning to the root. After lapping up all the sweet precum, he sucked the cock into his mouth.
Caspian might not be able to fly or do many things of value in the realm of the ravens, but he could impress his lover with cock-sucking skills that were second to none. He bobbed up and down, taking only half of the huge length. Determined Bran would never regret taking Caspian as his lover, he wasn't about to reveal all his talents straight off.
He focused oral attention at the end while using his hands at the base of the cock and on Bran's balls.
Bran remained still, but the excited moans he made urged Caspian on.
On each downward movement, he took a little more of Bran's length. Relaxing his throat, Caspian focused on the mutual pleasure. His strong desire to please in this way helped as he finally engulfed the entire shaft.
Bran let out a louder moan. “Oh.” His fingers weaved through Caspian's hair.
Caspian pulled back and did it again, and again, and again.
“Hatchling.” Bran panted. “I've never.” Whatever? He never completed the thought. And Caspian was too busy to ask.
Although he preferred being fucked, Caspian had fucked guys, and he wasn't against taking on the task from time to time. Truth was, Caspian liked everything he could think of when it came to sex. Everything he'd tried so far, and everything he could think of that he hadn't tried.
Being the center of attention, the star of a sex show at an orgy, was only one of many similar fantasies.
Of course, he wanted to fuck Bran; he wanted to do everything with the raven prince, many times over.
His heart ached with longing, as did his dick. When Caspian thought he'd pushed Bran to the limits of ecstasy in this way, he slowly slipped his mouth from Bran's cock.
Placing hands firmly on Bran's buttocks to hold him in position, Caspian turned his oral skills to Bran's ass, as promised. He licked the area a few times before pushing his tongue into the tight hollow, which opened and twitched with excitement.
A sexy warm musk hit his sense of taste and smell, encouraging him to continue for longer until Bran's asshole was wetter than Caspian thought possible.
Caspian followed his tongue with his finger, probing deep into Bran's warmth.
The prince moaned more than ever and called out when Caspian caressed the prostate with his fingertips. He was ready.
Caspian was more than ready.
Leaving his finger buried in place, he shuffled up to his knees, still between Bran's legs, and took a good look at the man lying before him. Caspian took in a deep breath as he readied his cock at the entrance and then pushed into the hot, tight slot.
Bran arched and writhed. Curving his back, he raised his legs higher. “Fill me,” he instructed, and he took hold of his cock and pumped at a pace matching Caspian's thrusts.
Caspian knew he'd obey the prince's command and didn't think he'd be able to hold back for long. Although he also thought about how he'd like to pull out at the last moment and cover his soulmate in his cum. Mark him as his own. Watch white ribbons of it shoot across Bran's abs.
Or he'd like to ejaculate on Bran's ass cheeks and then lick it all up.
Or what about coming inside Bran's ass, as ordered, and then eating him out. Licking and sucking his royal prince clean.
One dirty thought too many.
“I'm coming,” Caspian warned.
The passage into which he thrust became hotter and wetter and tighter.
“Love me, Caspian.” Bran gasped. “Make love to me.”
Bran came at the same time, stilling his hand, his seed squirted across him. The pulsing of his orgasm squeezed Caspian's cock, milking it while it emptied inside.
With Caspian's seed deep inside the man he loved, living out all the other erotic fantasies were saved for another day.
He wanted to stay there forever, but he collapsed down on top of Bran taking his mouth in a passionate and loving kiss, disregarding the cooling wet cum that clung sticky between them.
“I love you, and I can't wait for a full-time future with you,” Caspian whispered.
“When? My love?”
Caspian rolled to the side of Bran. “Oh, I almost forgot. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, but I became distracted.” He grinned and stroked his hand across Bran's stomach. “My job looking after this house is almost over. I'll be free to join you.”
Bran blinked. “Traditionally we would start planning the wedding. From our earlier conversation, I'm guessing you don't wish to follow tradition.”
“Ah well. I wouldn't mind marrying a prince, but our human traditions are a little different. You'd meet my parents. And we'd date for many months, if not years.”
Bran frowned.
“I'm saying some people date for years, not that we should. I am saying I'd like to get to know you a lot better before we plan the actual wedding. And if I'm joining you in your world, I should get to know that world too.”
It apparently made sense, as Bran visibly relaxed and smiled. “Extending our courtship. This, I understand. Let me get dressed. I'm sure I can stay a little longer, and we can go out together in your world on a date before I leave.”
“There's not much around here. I know a nice little place in Beaumont. It's called West Point Cafe, renown for hot beverages, but their food looks good too.” As exciting as it was that a royal prince wanted to marry him it seemed more of a boost to Caspian's ego that such a good looking man wanted to go out on a date with him. Almost as if he hadn't associated his soulmate and fantastic lover with the sort of person he'd date. Truthfully, Caspian had never dated anyone like Bran.
“Let's go.” Bran made to get up. “And perhaps I could clean up first?”
“Good point.” Caspian jumped off the bed and picked up his shirt to mop up the worst of the mess. “I'll take you to the shower.” He looked at Bran's body; it was a shame to cover him up. “Do you want to borrow some clothes?”