NOTE: Since Consorting with Dragons has been expanded, this story is no longer canon. I'm going to leave it up anyway - consider it AU. ;)
Bound and Determined
Jasen
and Rilvor’s first argument occurred before they were even married.
It happened a few nights after they returned to the palace. He and Rilvor were having a private dinner in Jasen’s new apartments, which were situated beside Rilvor’s. It was the first time they’d been truly alone in several days; the announcement of their engagement had set off a flurry of activity that had engulfed nearly every waking moment. Jasen could think of several things besides eating that he’d much rather do, so he shoved his food into his mouth as quickly as possible.
Rilvor raised an eyebrow at him. “Hungry?”
“Not really,” Jasen said around a mouthful. He took a big swig of wine to wash it down. “I’m just eager to get dinner over with.”
“And why is that?”
It was Jasen’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Why do you think?”
“Ah,” Rilvor said. His gaze drifted down to his fork, which he was using to push food around on his plate.
It was not the response he had been hoping for. Jasen stood and walked around to Rilvor’s side of the table. He slid into his lap, draping his arms around Rilvor’s neck. “I was talking about fucking,” he said, in case Rilvor had misunderstood him.
“Yes, I gathered.”
Jasen leaned in for a kiss. Rilvor allowed it for a moment before turning his head away. “What’s wrong?” Jasen said.
“I was thinking, perhaps, we should wait.”
Jasen blinked. “Wait?” he echoed. “What do you mean, wait?”
“Until after our wedding.”
“I know what you meant,” Jasen snapped. “I want to know why.”
“Our match is not without controversy,” Rilvor said. “I think it would be wise if we followed tradition as closely as we can.”
“But no one has to know! Look, we don’t even have to go into the bedroom— here, I’ll get up on the table, and then you can— ”
Rilvor put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “I would like our first time to be something more special than that.”
“But— why? You’re not a virgin, and neither am I. In fact, I am the exact opposite of a virgin, and I have not slept with anyone for months now. Months! Do you realize how hellish that’s been?”
Rilvor gathered Jasen’s hands in his own and kissed them— much too chastely for Jasen’s tastes. “This is important to me,” he said. “I made a mess of my last marriage. I want things to start out right between us.”
Jasen scrambled for some sort of retort, but he realized the case was hopeless. There was no logical response to this sort of soppy romanticism. He sighed and dismounted. “Fine,” he said. “Have it your way.”
Rilvor stood and gave him a kiss on the temple. “Don’t look so stricken,” he said. “Just think of how sweet the anticipation will make our marriage night. ‘The bacon is best when the hog has time to fatten’ — isn’t that what your people say?”
They did, actually. Grumhulians were known to have a talent for patience. This was not, however, because they were an unusually restrained people. No, Grumhulians were patient because they were plotters.
A thought occurred to Jasen. A very wicked thought. “You’re right,” he said sweetly. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
“Yes,” Rilvor said, clearly relieved. “Thank you for understanding.”
“Of course,” Jasen said. “But you must promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“On our wedding night, you must do anything I want.”
Rilvor smiled. “An easy promise to make.”
“So you promise, then?”
“You have my word.”
“Excellent,” Jasen said. “Now, off with you, before my resolve wavers.”
Once Rilvor had gone, Jasen called his valet to help him undress. Rather than being upset, he was actually feeling cheerful. If Rilvor insisted on being stubborn, Jasen was going to have to find a way to keep himself sane, and coming up with a fiendish plot was exactly the sort of preoccupation he needed. Yes, Jasen would wait until his wedding night.
But then, he would have his revenge.
****
The following weeks were trying, to say the least. They saw each other often enough, but as Rilvor had predicted, they were always under intense scrutiny. They were able to grab a private moment here and there, but for the most part, they were public property. Many nobles from all over the Allied Realms were already at Strengsend to find a spouse, but even more began to arrive at the news of their engagement. There were endless people to meet, parties to attend, audiences to give, and small talk to make.
In addition, the lessons Jasen had prayed were over only intensified, with Lady Isalei herself taking over his training. He was less than thrilled with the arrangement, given the way their last encounter had gone. However, no one else was as qualified as she to make Jasen into the politician he needed to be as Lord Consort of the Drae. In addition to learning the minutia of the etiquette of each of the Allied Realms, he also had to know the names of every lord and lady, and who their friends were, who they hated, what their particular passions were, and on and on. Lady Isalei had an unnervingly keen memory for that sort of thing; although he might not like it, he would be lost without her.
What he could have really used in the midst of all of this stress was a nice, hard fuck. But since that wasn’t going to happen, he had to settle for planning his wedding night. Back in his more promiscuous days, he had made the acquaintance of one Lord Ashald, a young noble who had stayed at his father’s castle for a few weeks. Jasen had thought he was rather bland when they first met, but he turned out to be one of the most degenerate people Jasen had ever had the pleasure of knowing. He planned on using some of what he’d learned with Lord Ashald for his wicked plot. He was going to relish his ‘revenge.’ He had the feeling that Rilvor would enjoy it, too.
And so their wedding came and went, and they at last found themselves back in Rilvor’s apartments. They fell into each other’s arms the moment they were alone. Jasen could still feel the magic that had bound them— a crackling energy that set off tiny bursts inside him at every touch of Rilvor’s skin against his own. Before he knew it, they were naked and on the bed. He felt so full of love and happiness that he almost decided to forgo his plan, but he’d spent too much time on it. Besides, if they kept at it the way they were, it was going to make for a rather short wedding night; it had been months since Jasen had bedded anyone, after all.
“Wait,” Jasen panted, trying unsuccessfully to dodge a kiss.
“Wait?” Rilvor echoed just as breathlessly, but did not show any signs of stopping. His hand had slipped between Jasen’s legs, and it took every ounce of Grumhulian bullheadedness for Jasen to move that hand away.
“Yes— wait,” he said. “As in, stop.”
Jasen felt a bit smug at Rilvor’s crestfallen expression. “But why?”
“Do you remember your promise? That on our wedding night, you would do anything that I asked you?”
Desire must have been clouding Rilvor’s normally astute mind, because he stared at Jasen in puzzlement. “Yes,” he finally said. “But I assumed that we were already in the process of doing what you wanted to do.”
“Not precisely.”
“Then what, precisely, did you have in mind?”
Jasen gave him a gentle push towards the head of the bed. “Sit with your back against the headboard.”
“What for?”
“Just do as I say.”
While Rilvor complied, Jasen reached to the bedside table and opened a drawer, from which he drew out two silk scarves. He straddled Rilvor and began to wind one scarf around Rilvor’s right wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Tying you to the bed.”
“What?” Rilvor said, more perplexed than alarmed. “Why?”
“Because I want to, and you said I could do anything I want.” Jasen batted his eyelashes. “That was the bargain, wasn’t it?”
Rilvor sighed and allowed it. After binding both hands, Jasen sat back on Rilvor’s thighs and admired his handiwork. It felt strange to see him at last, after all the months of fevered imaginings. He was as perfect as Jasen had dreamed— his torso was leanly muscled, with two pink nipples peeking out from just the right amount of black hair, which dusted his chest and then trailed downward to his magnificently hard cock. It grew even harder under Jasen’s gaze. He desperately wanted to touch it.
And so he did— a quick stroke from base to tip. Rilvor whimpered and thrust his hips forward. Jasen leaned in for a heated kiss. When they were both breathless, Jasen pulled away to reach for a bottle of oil. He slicked his hand and began to stroke Rilvor in earnest. Rilvor’s eyes fluttered shut as he moaned and thrust into Jasen’s hand; it appeared that Jasen hadn’t lost his touch. He rocked against Rilvor’s thigh as he worked his shaft, letting out a moan himself as his own hard cock rubbed against Rilvor’s skin. When he judged that Rilvor was near his peak, he stopped and jumped off the bed.
Rilvor’s eyes shot open. He tried to move towards Jasen, but couldn’t because of the scarves. It took Rilvor a few moments to compose himself enough to speak. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, I was feeling a little thirsty,” Jasen said, impressed with how cool he sounded. “Thought I’d go get a glass of wine.”
Rilvor pulled again at the scarves. “Come back here,” he growled.
Jasen just grinned. “You know, I like it when you growl,” he said. “I’m glad there’s still something primitive under all those kingly manners.”
“I would be more than happy to show you exactly how primitive I can be,” Rilvor said, his voice still a pleasant rumble, “if you come back here.”
“It must be so frustrating to have me so close, and yet be unable to touch me,” Jasen observed.
Understanding dawned in Rilvor’s eyes. “Ah. This is revenge, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps,” Jasen said, doing a decent impression of Rilvor’s accent. He moved back towards the bed, discreetly grabbing another silk scarf in one hand on his way. He straddled Rilvor and made as if he were about kiss him. Rilvor made a pleased sound, but that quickly turned to a cry of surprise as Jasen wrapped the scarf around his head, blindfolding him.
“And now I’ll go have that glass of wine,” Jasen said. “I’ll be back in a bit. I’d recommend not making too much noise. Otherwise, we might have guards stomping in. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Rilvor let out a groan of frustration, but then he laughed. “Fine, you infuriating brat,” he said. “Have your revenge. But I don’t see why I have to be blindfolded.”
“All part of my evil scheme,” Jasen said cheerfully. With that, he left the bedroom.
He went into the receiving room and poured himself a glass of wine before sitting down on the sofa. He forced himself to drink slowly, but couldn’t help but give himself a few strokes. When he was three-quarters of the way finished with his wine, he returned to the bedroom, moving as silently as he could. Rilvor’s cock, he noticed, was still rock-hard, and the tip was wet. It seemed Jasen wasn’t the only one enjoying this game.
Jasen sat down on the bed, wine glass still in hand. Rilvor’s cock twitched. “Are you going to put me out of my misery now?” Rilvor asked.
Jasen wrapped his free hand around his cock and gave it a stroke. “You don’t look miserable to me.”
Rilvor let out a sound half-way between a laugh and a groan. Jasen dipped his finger in the wine and dripped a little on Rilvor’s left nipple. Rilvor hissed at the sudden coolness, then moaned as Jasen licked the wine away. Jasen did the same for the other side. He continued to drip wine all over his torso, lapping each drop away with his tongue, moving further and further down Rilvor’s body until he reached his cock. The wine glass was empty now, so he set it aside. He started at the base of Rilvor’s cock, nuzzling against his balls, taking in the wonderful male scent of him before venturing a taste. He moved his tongue up his shaft until he reached the head. He gave it a few licks before he took it into his mouth.
Rilvor gasped as he jerked his hips upwards. Fortunately, Jasen had foreseen this development and had placed a firm hand on his hip, preventing him from thrusting too hard. Jasen held the shaft in his other hand as his mouth descended. He started slow, but soon set a steady rhythm, moving his head up and down as Rilvor writhed and moaned. Jasen’s own cock was screaming for attention, but he held back as long as he could. Finally, he pulled away from Rilvor’s cock, letting it slide wetly from his lips.
“Please don’t tell me you need another glass of wine,” Rilvor said in a strangled voice.
Jasen let out a breathy laugh. “My thirst is quenched for the moment.” He wrapped his hand around his own cock and began to stroke himself. He tried and failed to stifle a whimper.
“Are you touching yourself?” Rilvor asked.
“Yes.”
Rilvor moaned. “If you won’t release my hands, at least take off this blasted blindfold so I can see you.”
“Not yet.”
“If you won’t let me touch you, and you won’t let me see you, then let me taste you. Please.”
Now that idea Jasen liked. He got up on his knees and straddled Rilvor, pressing one nipple to his mouth. “This first,” he said.
Rilvor took the bud between his lips and sucked. A shudder of pleasure ripped through Jasen’s body.
“Bite it,” Jasen said. He hissed in pleasure as Rilvor’s teeth worried his nipple with just the right amount of pressure. He pulled back and presented his other nipple, which got the same toe-curling treatment.
When he’d had enough, Jasen stood, wobbling as he tried to maintain his balance on the bed. He guided his cock to Rilvor’s already parted lips. The angle was awkward, but that didn’t matter once he slid inside Rilvor’s hot mouth. He tried his best to keep his thrusts slow and shallow, but it just felt so good. His hand threaded through Rilvor’s hair, holding him in place as he fucked his mouth.
After a few blissful minutes, he gained control of himself enough to pull away. He knelt on the bed again and grabbed the bottle of oil he’d left on the bedside table, pouring some of its contents on his fingers. He slid one finger inside himself, moving in circles to open himself up. When he was ready, he slipped in another.
“What are you doing now?” Rilvor asked, panting.
“Getting ready for you,” Jasen said. “I’ve got my fingers in my ass, opening myself up. Gods, I’ve waited so long for your cock— touching myself every night thinking of you, desperate for you— ”
“Jasen,” Rilvor pleaded. “Oh, Jasen, my love— please— don’t make me wait anymore— ”
Jasen pulled his fingers out and poured some more oil in his hand. He slicked Rilvor’s cock. When he’d got it good and wet, he lined himself up and began the slow press downward, taking him inch by inch.
At last, he had Rilvor fully inside of him. He rested his forehead on Rilvor’s shoulder as he gasped for breath.
“The blindfold,” Rilvor begged. “Please— ”
Jasen undid the scarf. As soon as it fell away, their gazes met. In all of Jasen’s encounters, he had never seen desire as intense as what he saw in Rilvor’s eyes. Just his look alone felt enough to make him come— which he didn’t want to happen quite yet. He shut his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was oddly gentle at first, but quickly grew more heated. Jasen began to rock against him— slowly at first, relishing the feel of Rilver’s cock inside of him.
He couldn’t keep that slow pace for long— not with all the anticipation that had been built up. He began to move faster, shifting his hips until he found the perfect angle, crying out as Rilvor’s cock rubbed against the sweet spot inside of him. He pulled up and sank back down, fucking himself on Rilvor’s cock with increasing frenzy. Rilvor thrust his hips upward until they set a perfect rhythm, powered by every moment they’d had to wait until now. Jasen’s nails dug into Rilvor’s back as he got closer and closer to the edge—
And suddenly there was a sound like fabric whipping through the air, and then Rilvor’s arms were around him. Before he knew what was happening, Jasen found himself flipped onto his back. Rilvor pressed his hands on Jasen’s thighs, holding him wide open as he fucked him, fast and hard, exactly the way Jasen loved it. It didn’t take long before Jasen was screaming his release, spurting all over his chest and stomach. Rilvor moaned, deep and low, and thrust in one last time, holding himself flush against Jasen’s body as he emptied himself inside of him.
Rilvor sank to his elbows, but managed not to collapse on top of Jasen. They both took a moment to catch their breaths. Eventually, Rilvor leaned down for a kiss, then carefully pulled out. He rolled over and landed on his back with an oomph.
After some time, Jasen regained enough of his senses to look around them. Everything was engulfed in Jasen’s magic flames. “Is that going to happen every time we fuck?” Jasen wondered aloud.
“I am not sure,” Rilvor said.
“I suppose we’ll just have to do it a lot in order to find out,” Jasen said. “We could keep records.”
Rilvor laughed— a deep, pleasant rumble. Jasen rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. Rilvor’s wrists were mysteriously unencumbered by scarves. After looking around, he discovered the scarves lying on the bed. Jasen picked one up. It wasn’t at all torn— it was as if it had magically been untied. Which it probably had.
“You could have gotten out any time you wanted, couldn’t you?” Jasen asked.
“Perhaps,” Rilvor admitted.
“Then why didn’t you?”
Rilvor gave him a solemn look. “I gave you my word, did I not?”
They both started laughing.
“So do you think I have been properly punished?” Rilvor asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. Do you feel contrite?”
“Sadly, I do not,” Rilvor said. “I have been known to be stubborn.”
“Hmmm,” Jasen said. “I suppose that I might have to teach you another lesson sometime.” Jasen curled up against Rilvor’s chest, sighing in contentment. “I am so glad that I didn’t have to pretend to be a virgin.”
Rilvor laughed again. “I am as well.”
Jasen snuggled in closer as Rilvor put his arms around him. He felt so happy that he might burst. The flames around them began to flicker out, and at last faded away. Something that had been gripping his heart from the time he’d accepted Rilvor’s proposal finally began to ease. He knew that their life together would have its challenges. And he was honestly still not sure he was completely qualified for the position of Lord Consort of the Drae. But now he knew for certain that he was more than qualified to be the love of Rilvor’s life, and in the end, that was what mattered the most.
It happened a few nights after they returned to the palace. He and Rilvor were having a private dinner in Jasen’s new apartments, which were situated beside Rilvor’s. It was the first time they’d been truly alone in several days; the announcement of their engagement had set off a flurry of activity that had engulfed nearly every waking moment. Jasen could think of several things besides eating that he’d much rather do, so he shoved his food into his mouth as quickly as possible.
Rilvor raised an eyebrow at him. “Hungry?”
“Not really,” Jasen said around a mouthful. He took a big swig of wine to wash it down. “I’m just eager to get dinner over with.”
“And why is that?”
It was Jasen’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Why do you think?”
“Ah,” Rilvor said. His gaze drifted down to his fork, which he was using to push food around on his plate.
It was not the response he had been hoping for. Jasen stood and walked around to Rilvor’s side of the table. He slid into his lap, draping his arms around Rilvor’s neck. “I was talking about fucking,” he said, in case Rilvor had misunderstood him.
“Yes, I gathered.”
Jasen leaned in for a kiss. Rilvor allowed it for a moment before turning his head away. “What’s wrong?” Jasen said.
“I was thinking, perhaps, we should wait.”
Jasen blinked. “Wait?” he echoed. “What do you mean, wait?”
“Until after our wedding.”
“I know what you meant,” Jasen snapped. “I want to know why.”
“Our match is not without controversy,” Rilvor said. “I think it would be wise if we followed tradition as closely as we can.”
“But no one has to know! Look, we don’t even have to go into the bedroom— here, I’ll get up on the table, and then you can— ”
Rilvor put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “I would like our first time to be something more special than that.”
“But— why? You’re not a virgin, and neither am I. In fact, I am the exact opposite of a virgin, and I have not slept with anyone for months now. Months! Do you realize how hellish that’s been?”
Rilvor gathered Jasen’s hands in his own and kissed them— much too chastely for Jasen’s tastes. “This is important to me,” he said. “I made a mess of my last marriage. I want things to start out right between us.”
Jasen scrambled for some sort of retort, but he realized the case was hopeless. There was no logical response to this sort of soppy romanticism. He sighed and dismounted. “Fine,” he said. “Have it your way.”
Rilvor stood and gave him a kiss on the temple. “Don’t look so stricken,” he said. “Just think of how sweet the anticipation will make our marriage night. ‘The bacon is best when the hog has time to fatten’ — isn’t that what your people say?”
They did, actually. Grumhulians were known to have a talent for patience. This was not, however, because they were an unusually restrained people. No, Grumhulians were patient because they were plotters.
A thought occurred to Jasen. A very wicked thought. “You’re right,” he said sweetly. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
“Yes,” Rilvor said, clearly relieved. “Thank you for understanding.”
“Of course,” Jasen said. “But you must promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“On our wedding night, you must do anything I want.”
Rilvor smiled. “An easy promise to make.”
“So you promise, then?”
“You have my word.”
“Excellent,” Jasen said. “Now, off with you, before my resolve wavers.”
Once Rilvor had gone, Jasen called his valet to help him undress. Rather than being upset, he was actually feeling cheerful. If Rilvor insisted on being stubborn, Jasen was going to have to find a way to keep himself sane, and coming up with a fiendish plot was exactly the sort of preoccupation he needed. Yes, Jasen would wait until his wedding night.
But then, he would have his revenge.
****
The following weeks were trying, to say the least. They saw each other often enough, but as Rilvor had predicted, they were always under intense scrutiny. They were able to grab a private moment here and there, but for the most part, they were public property. Many nobles from all over the Allied Realms were already at Strengsend to find a spouse, but even more began to arrive at the news of their engagement. There were endless people to meet, parties to attend, audiences to give, and small talk to make.
In addition, the lessons Jasen had prayed were over only intensified, with Lady Isalei herself taking over his training. He was less than thrilled with the arrangement, given the way their last encounter had gone. However, no one else was as qualified as she to make Jasen into the politician he needed to be as Lord Consort of the Drae. In addition to learning the minutia of the etiquette of each of the Allied Realms, he also had to know the names of every lord and lady, and who their friends were, who they hated, what their particular passions were, and on and on. Lady Isalei had an unnervingly keen memory for that sort of thing; although he might not like it, he would be lost without her.
What he could have really used in the midst of all of this stress was a nice, hard fuck. But since that wasn’t going to happen, he had to settle for planning his wedding night. Back in his more promiscuous days, he had made the acquaintance of one Lord Ashald, a young noble who had stayed at his father’s castle for a few weeks. Jasen had thought he was rather bland when they first met, but he turned out to be one of the most degenerate people Jasen had ever had the pleasure of knowing. He planned on using some of what he’d learned with Lord Ashald for his wicked plot. He was going to relish his ‘revenge.’ He had the feeling that Rilvor would enjoy it, too.
And so their wedding came and went, and they at last found themselves back in Rilvor’s apartments. They fell into each other’s arms the moment they were alone. Jasen could still feel the magic that had bound them— a crackling energy that set off tiny bursts inside him at every touch of Rilvor’s skin against his own. Before he knew it, they were naked and on the bed. He felt so full of love and happiness that he almost decided to forgo his plan, but he’d spent too much time on it. Besides, if they kept at it the way they were, it was going to make for a rather short wedding night; it had been months since Jasen had bedded anyone, after all.
“Wait,” Jasen panted, trying unsuccessfully to dodge a kiss.
“Wait?” Rilvor echoed just as breathlessly, but did not show any signs of stopping. His hand had slipped between Jasen’s legs, and it took every ounce of Grumhulian bullheadedness for Jasen to move that hand away.
“Yes— wait,” he said. “As in, stop.”
Jasen felt a bit smug at Rilvor’s crestfallen expression. “But why?”
“Do you remember your promise? That on our wedding night, you would do anything that I asked you?”
Desire must have been clouding Rilvor’s normally astute mind, because he stared at Jasen in puzzlement. “Yes,” he finally said. “But I assumed that we were already in the process of doing what you wanted to do.”
“Not precisely.”
“Then what, precisely, did you have in mind?”
Jasen gave him a gentle push towards the head of the bed. “Sit with your back against the headboard.”
“What for?”
“Just do as I say.”
While Rilvor complied, Jasen reached to the bedside table and opened a drawer, from which he drew out two silk scarves. He straddled Rilvor and began to wind one scarf around Rilvor’s right wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Tying you to the bed.”
“What?” Rilvor said, more perplexed than alarmed. “Why?”
“Because I want to, and you said I could do anything I want.” Jasen batted his eyelashes. “That was the bargain, wasn’t it?”
Rilvor sighed and allowed it. After binding both hands, Jasen sat back on Rilvor’s thighs and admired his handiwork. It felt strange to see him at last, after all the months of fevered imaginings. He was as perfect as Jasen had dreamed— his torso was leanly muscled, with two pink nipples peeking out from just the right amount of black hair, which dusted his chest and then trailed downward to his magnificently hard cock. It grew even harder under Jasen’s gaze. He desperately wanted to touch it.
And so he did— a quick stroke from base to tip. Rilvor whimpered and thrust his hips forward. Jasen leaned in for a heated kiss. When they were both breathless, Jasen pulled away to reach for a bottle of oil. He slicked his hand and began to stroke Rilvor in earnest. Rilvor’s eyes fluttered shut as he moaned and thrust into Jasen’s hand; it appeared that Jasen hadn’t lost his touch. He rocked against Rilvor’s thigh as he worked his shaft, letting out a moan himself as his own hard cock rubbed against Rilvor’s skin. When he judged that Rilvor was near his peak, he stopped and jumped off the bed.
Rilvor’s eyes shot open. He tried to move towards Jasen, but couldn’t because of the scarves. It took Rilvor a few moments to compose himself enough to speak. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, I was feeling a little thirsty,” Jasen said, impressed with how cool he sounded. “Thought I’d go get a glass of wine.”
Rilvor pulled again at the scarves. “Come back here,” he growled.
Jasen just grinned. “You know, I like it when you growl,” he said. “I’m glad there’s still something primitive under all those kingly manners.”
“I would be more than happy to show you exactly how primitive I can be,” Rilvor said, his voice still a pleasant rumble, “if you come back here.”
“It must be so frustrating to have me so close, and yet be unable to touch me,” Jasen observed.
Understanding dawned in Rilvor’s eyes. “Ah. This is revenge, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps,” Jasen said, doing a decent impression of Rilvor’s accent. He moved back towards the bed, discreetly grabbing another silk scarf in one hand on his way. He straddled Rilvor and made as if he were about kiss him. Rilvor made a pleased sound, but that quickly turned to a cry of surprise as Jasen wrapped the scarf around his head, blindfolding him.
“And now I’ll go have that glass of wine,” Jasen said. “I’ll be back in a bit. I’d recommend not making too much noise. Otherwise, we might have guards stomping in. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Rilvor let out a groan of frustration, but then he laughed. “Fine, you infuriating brat,” he said. “Have your revenge. But I don’t see why I have to be blindfolded.”
“All part of my evil scheme,” Jasen said cheerfully. With that, he left the bedroom.
He went into the receiving room and poured himself a glass of wine before sitting down on the sofa. He forced himself to drink slowly, but couldn’t help but give himself a few strokes. When he was three-quarters of the way finished with his wine, he returned to the bedroom, moving as silently as he could. Rilvor’s cock, he noticed, was still rock-hard, and the tip was wet. It seemed Jasen wasn’t the only one enjoying this game.
Jasen sat down on the bed, wine glass still in hand. Rilvor’s cock twitched. “Are you going to put me out of my misery now?” Rilvor asked.
Jasen wrapped his free hand around his cock and gave it a stroke. “You don’t look miserable to me.”
Rilvor let out a sound half-way between a laugh and a groan. Jasen dipped his finger in the wine and dripped a little on Rilvor’s left nipple. Rilvor hissed at the sudden coolness, then moaned as Jasen licked the wine away. Jasen did the same for the other side. He continued to drip wine all over his torso, lapping each drop away with his tongue, moving further and further down Rilvor’s body until he reached his cock. The wine glass was empty now, so he set it aside. He started at the base of Rilvor’s cock, nuzzling against his balls, taking in the wonderful male scent of him before venturing a taste. He moved his tongue up his shaft until he reached the head. He gave it a few licks before he took it into his mouth.
Rilvor gasped as he jerked his hips upwards. Fortunately, Jasen had foreseen this development and had placed a firm hand on his hip, preventing him from thrusting too hard. Jasen held the shaft in his other hand as his mouth descended. He started slow, but soon set a steady rhythm, moving his head up and down as Rilvor writhed and moaned. Jasen’s own cock was screaming for attention, but he held back as long as he could. Finally, he pulled away from Rilvor’s cock, letting it slide wetly from his lips.
“Please don’t tell me you need another glass of wine,” Rilvor said in a strangled voice.
Jasen let out a breathy laugh. “My thirst is quenched for the moment.” He wrapped his hand around his own cock and began to stroke himself. He tried and failed to stifle a whimper.
“Are you touching yourself?” Rilvor asked.
“Yes.”
Rilvor moaned. “If you won’t release my hands, at least take off this blasted blindfold so I can see you.”
“Not yet.”
“If you won’t let me touch you, and you won’t let me see you, then let me taste you. Please.”
Now that idea Jasen liked. He got up on his knees and straddled Rilvor, pressing one nipple to his mouth. “This first,” he said.
Rilvor took the bud between his lips and sucked. A shudder of pleasure ripped through Jasen’s body.
“Bite it,” Jasen said. He hissed in pleasure as Rilvor’s teeth worried his nipple with just the right amount of pressure. He pulled back and presented his other nipple, which got the same toe-curling treatment.
When he’d had enough, Jasen stood, wobbling as he tried to maintain his balance on the bed. He guided his cock to Rilvor’s already parted lips. The angle was awkward, but that didn’t matter once he slid inside Rilvor’s hot mouth. He tried his best to keep his thrusts slow and shallow, but it just felt so good. His hand threaded through Rilvor’s hair, holding him in place as he fucked his mouth.
After a few blissful minutes, he gained control of himself enough to pull away. He knelt on the bed again and grabbed the bottle of oil he’d left on the bedside table, pouring some of its contents on his fingers. He slid one finger inside himself, moving in circles to open himself up. When he was ready, he slipped in another.
“What are you doing now?” Rilvor asked, panting.
“Getting ready for you,” Jasen said. “I’ve got my fingers in my ass, opening myself up. Gods, I’ve waited so long for your cock— touching myself every night thinking of you, desperate for you— ”
“Jasen,” Rilvor pleaded. “Oh, Jasen, my love— please— don’t make me wait anymore— ”
Jasen pulled his fingers out and poured some more oil in his hand. He slicked Rilvor’s cock. When he’d got it good and wet, he lined himself up and began the slow press downward, taking him inch by inch.
At last, he had Rilvor fully inside of him. He rested his forehead on Rilvor’s shoulder as he gasped for breath.
“The blindfold,” Rilvor begged. “Please— ”
Jasen undid the scarf. As soon as it fell away, their gazes met. In all of Jasen’s encounters, he had never seen desire as intense as what he saw in Rilvor’s eyes. Just his look alone felt enough to make him come— which he didn’t want to happen quite yet. He shut his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was oddly gentle at first, but quickly grew more heated. Jasen began to rock against him— slowly at first, relishing the feel of Rilver’s cock inside of him.
He couldn’t keep that slow pace for long— not with all the anticipation that had been built up. He began to move faster, shifting his hips until he found the perfect angle, crying out as Rilvor’s cock rubbed against the sweet spot inside of him. He pulled up and sank back down, fucking himself on Rilvor’s cock with increasing frenzy. Rilvor thrust his hips upward until they set a perfect rhythm, powered by every moment they’d had to wait until now. Jasen’s nails dug into Rilvor’s back as he got closer and closer to the edge—
And suddenly there was a sound like fabric whipping through the air, and then Rilvor’s arms were around him. Before he knew what was happening, Jasen found himself flipped onto his back. Rilvor pressed his hands on Jasen’s thighs, holding him wide open as he fucked him, fast and hard, exactly the way Jasen loved it. It didn’t take long before Jasen was screaming his release, spurting all over his chest and stomach. Rilvor moaned, deep and low, and thrust in one last time, holding himself flush against Jasen’s body as he emptied himself inside of him.
Rilvor sank to his elbows, but managed not to collapse on top of Jasen. They both took a moment to catch their breaths. Eventually, Rilvor leaned down for a kiss, then carefully pulled out. He rolled over and landed on his back with an oomph.
After some time, Jasen regained enough of his senses to look around them. Everything was engulfed in Jasen’s magic flames. “Is that going to happen every time we fuck?” Jasen wondered aloud.
“I am not sure,” Rilvor said.
“I suppose we’ll just have to do it a lot in order to find out,” Jasen said. “We could keep records.”
Rilvor laughed— a deep, pleasant rumble. Jasen rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. Rilvor’s wrists were mysteriously unencumbered by scarves. After looking around, he discovered the scarves lying on the bed. Jasen picked one up. It wasn’t at all torn— it was as if it had magically been untied. Which it probably had.
“You could have gotten out any time you wanted, couldn’t you?” Jasen asked.
“Perhaps,” Rilvor admitted.
“Then why didn’t you?”
Rilvor gave him a solemn look. “I gave you my word, did I not?”
They both started laughing.
“So do you think I have been properly punished?” Rilvor asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. Do you feel contrite?”
“Sadly, I do not,” Rilvor said. “I have been known to be stubborn.”
“Hmmm,” Jasen said. “I suppose that I might have to teach you another lesson sometime.” Jasen curled up against Rilvor’s chest, sighing in contentment. “I am so glad that I didn’t have to pretend to be a virgin.”
Rilvor laughed again. “I am as well.”
Jasen snuggled in closer as Rilvor put his arms around him. He felt so happy that he might burst. The flames around them began to flicker out, and at last faded away. Something that had been gripping his heart from the time he’d accepted Rilvor’s proposal finally began to ease. He knew that their life together would have its challenges. And he was honestly still not sure he was completely qualified for the position of Lord Consort of the Drae. But now he knew for certain that he was more than qualified to be the love of Rilvor’s life, and in the end, that was what mattered the most.
This seems like a good place to mention it: I'm planning a slightly expanded version of "Consorting with Dragons," in which we get to see Grumhul in all of its glory and meet Queen Urga the Unimpressed. If you want to know when it will be out, you can sign up for my newsletter here. :D