Princely [MxM]

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"Is someone hungry?" He teased and jerked me towards him by the wrist. "I could help you with that." His warm breath fanned my face, it was kind of minty, I unintentionally darted my gaze to his mouth.

I grit my teeth. "No." His lips brushed against my cheek and I shivered, he slipped a bill into my apron.

"For the water," Zisael answered simply.

"It's fucking water. I don't want money." I growled, he smiled at me and circled the bar. I backed away, slightly intimidated.

"How modest of you." He murmured and leaned close to my ear. "Now join me out there," His arms encircled my waist and undid the apron, letting it fall to the floor.

"Whatever," I slumped my shoulders over and took his hand.

"Good boy," he purred and kissed my neck, it sent shivers down my arms and back. He wrapped his arms around my waist again and I twisted my own around his neck.

"You can't tell Cassius where I am," I muttered and pressed my lips to his warm neck, I could feel the blood pulsing beneath his skin.

"Why ever not?" He replied his eyes glittering with an emotion I couldn't identify.

"He's a dick and I don't want him to find me," I moaned and rested my head under his chin.

"I thought you liked him," Zisael teased and rubbed his growing erection against mine, I moaned again.

"No, I was just hungry, there's a difference," I growled and returned the gesture forcefully. I was angry now. Zisael twisted his fingers in my hair and yanked my head back. The pain made me moan quietly as he attacked my neck.

"You're so disobedient." He whispered and I could barely hear him over the pulsing music, "I love it."

"Just fuck me already and get over with it," I growled in response, the end of it turning into a moan as he brushed his hand over my erection.

"In front of everyone?" Zisael teased, "how bold." I ran my hands through his hair and tugged gently.

"I would prefer not to, but at this point, I don't really care." I pouted and nipped at his ear, rocking my body against him with the beat of the music. Zisael laughed. I found myself enjoying the sound. It was pleasant.

"What happened, then?" He cried joyously, "you were so shy at first." Zisael smiled and spun me, I was taken by surprise but clung to him as I came back around.

"Your brother happened." I grimaced and pressed my lips against his. He tasted bittersweet, like coffee beans and vanilla. I liked it. Zisael very quickly took control and tilted my head back. His tongue attacked my mouth, drowning me with pleasure.

"So are we talking this to your house?" He murmured and unbuttoned the top of my shirt.

"Whatever you want."

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We stumbled through my front door and Zisael pressed my body up against the wall, and I cupped his jaw in my palms. I groaned as he pressed a rough kiss to my lips and then down my jaw. We traveled to my room, and I was very thankful that I had cleaned it earlier. Zisael knocked my feet out from under me and I fell back on the bed.

His hands roamed my body along with his lips, but it wasn't the same as Cassius. Cassius' gentle hands and fiery kisses. I didn't feel connected to him when he was inside me, the way I did with his brother. It was uncomfortable and I didn't enjoy it as much.

Nevertheless, I complied. I didn't care at this point. Zisael could fuck me for as long as he wanted and I would never care. It may have been because I was hungry or in a state of depression but I relished having sex with him. It felt like I was getting back at Cassius for destroying me like that.

Zisael's sexual energy tasted just like before, bitter and sweet, coffee and vanilla. It was pleasant and most definitely filled me up. I felt warm inside again.

Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore and released between us, Zisael followed suit and I arched my back in pleasure as he pumped inside me. Gently, he pulled out, I could feel the thick white liquid running down my legs. The prince flopped down beside me, I stared up at the ceiling.

We lay still for a moment, before Zisael spoke, "I didn't take advantage of you, did I?" His voice wavered slightly. I was surprised, I'd never heard the arrogant Prince sound so vulnerable. I stared at him, he darted his eyes away.

"No," I said slowly, I wanted to comfort him. "If you hadn't noticed," the words were coming out before I could stop them. "I liked it." My lips were close to his ear, he placed a hand on my chest and ran it over my sore nipples. I sat up on my elbows, looking down at his serene face in the moonlight that filtered through the window.

"Thank you," he murmured and leaned up to catch my lips. A moan slipped from my throat as I threw a leg over his waist, straddling him.

"Would you like to fuck me again?" I asked slyly and placed my hands on either side of his head. His cold fingers curled around my waist, rubbing circles around the soft flesh.

Zisael grinned, eyes hooded with lust, "of course."

May 2018