Prince of Fog: Book One by Y. M. Rinde

fingers.
    The emptiness ached. Charce knew what being full felt like now, and so he wanted deep fulfillment. Aether moved his cock head to kiss at Charce’s entrance. Charce groaned. With a quick push down of his hips, he was fully seated on Aether’s lap, the King’s cock deep inside him.
    Leaning forward, he hugged Aether and started moving his legs, his ass slapping against Aether’s thighs as he drew out pleasure after pleasure with each bounce. Aether bent to nibble on his neck, bite down on his shoulder, then reach behind to spank his ass with each downstroke. The pain electrified Charce, spurring him to move even faster, chasing after an even more penetrable high. Charce gasped when the King wrapped his hand around his cock.
    “Ride me. Ride me hard, wild Prince,” Aether whispered, enjoying the view of Charce going crazy on his cock. He was only distracted by something bright in his peripheral vision. “But you know what? I don’t want you to cum yet.”
    Charce was so sure he was hitting his peak, when he suddenly felt something tighten around his cock. He looked down, a little bewildered to see a small red-and-yellow flag there.
    “What?”
    “It’s from Rondine’s house. I’m sure he won’t mind, knowing his family is bringing the King so much pleasure. I want to fuck you until you beg me to untie it.”
    “What? But this is disrespectful- Ah!”
    With a tight grip from Aether’s well-muscled arms, Charce found himself on his back on the capes. He was trying to get over the disorientation, when he saw Aether knock a helmet off from a nearby shelf. Aether grabbed the pillow the helmet had been on, pushing it under Charce’s hips, hoisting his legs up and opening him up for even deeper pleasure.
    “With the amount of respect he gives to his flag, I think we’re the respectful ones here.” Aether grinned, giving a hard thrust into Charce. “This should do the trick.”
    “AH!” Charce moaned, his whole body trembling as the angle meant Aether was hitting his pleasure spot with each forceful lunge in. He couldn’t think about anything else except the heat emanating from their joining, his arousal raising him higher.
    Pulling his cock out to the head then slamming it deep in, Aether picked up a hard and fast rhythm. Charce yelled as Aether reached down to suck on his nipples. Charce’s hands went to drag in Aether’s hair, then along his shoulders. Aether grabbed Charce’s hands, leaning closer and pushing them both up with one of his own.
    Charce felt exposed, his hands held above his head, but the pressure on his wrist was exciting him even more. His hips worked hard, trying to fuck back against Aether, his legs wrapping around the King’s body above him.
    “More.. More..” Charce gasped, starting to struggle as Aether fucked him harder.
    The pressure of the flag around his cock was unbearable. It was building and building, forcing him to hold back when all he needed, all he wanted in that moment was one thing.
    “Aether… I need to cum.” Charce pleaded, looking up at Aether.
    “Say it. Say how much you want me.”
    “I want you, Aether. I want your cock fucking me so hard until I cum. Please let me cum. I really need to cum.” Charce gasped, his whole body red from both the embarrassment and exertion of holding back.
    One hard thrust. A pull on the flag. Charce came, crying out as his orgasm rocked his whole body, white cum spurting out, some even lending on Aether’s hand controlling his wrists. His hips shook and he squeezed hard against Aether’s cock in his ass.
    Aether groaned, giving in to pleasure and unloading deep into the pleasurable lithe Prince beneath him.
    Charce gasped as he slowly came down from his intense orgasm. His hands were released and he immediately hugged Aether close to him, hanging on for dear life.
    “You were perfect.” Aether grinned, kissing Charce.
    Charce could only nod as he tried to catch his breath. He liked feeling Aether’s cock inside