Chapter 43: Just Trust Me

Basil pulled back, his green eyes glassy and dark with unspent desire as he searched Darius’s face. "I want to make you feel good too," Darius whispered, his voice thick with devotion.

Basil nodded weakly, allowing Darius to take control. Darius gently guided him back onto the mattress, the heavy blanket pooling around their hips. Taking his time, Darius pulled Basil’s night shirt over his head and tossed it aside, exposing pale, flawless skin. His lips moved slowly down the center of Basil’s bare chest, feeling the heavy, rapid thud of his heart beneath his mouth. He continued downward, kissing a path along his warm skin until he reached the sensitive dip just below his ribs. The moment Darius’s lips brushed that spot, Basil let out a sharp gasp, his stomach tightening as his hips twitched off the mattress. He buried his fingers in Darius’s dark hair, his knuckles turning white as he tried to anchor himself against the intense wave of sensation.

Darius’s lips lingered there, letting his warm breath fan across Basil’s sensitive skin before trailing lower. He pressed open-mouthed kisses across the flat plane of Basil’s stomach, feeling every shudder and tremor that rippled through the prince’s body. When his lips finally settled over the hollow of his navel, Basil arched his back, a quiet, helpless sound escaping his throat. Darius took his time, placing every kiss with deliberate care. He savored every reaction, feeling the heat radiating from Basil’s body as he lost himself completely in the moment.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The moment Darius’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers, Basil lifted his hips without hesitation. The fabric slid down his legs and was tossed onto the floor. Darius shifted, settling himself firmly between Basil’s spread thighs, his eyes locking onto the rigid length now fully exposed before him. He had to admit, Basil was carrying a surprisingly sizable length.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are," Darius murmured, the words tumbling out under his breath before he lowered his head and dragged his tongue across the sensitive tip.

Basil gasped, his back arching off the bed as a sharp shudder ran straight through him.

Darius wrapped his hand around the base and began to stroke upward, his long, steady glides drawing a ragged exhale from the prince. He licked the tip again, moving slower this time, tasting the salty warmth of his skin.

When he finally opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking firmly, Basil’s strength completely gave out. His elbows buckled, sending him collapsing flat onto the mattress as his hand flew out to twist into the bedsheets. "Ah... fuck, Darius," he gasped out, his voice cracking on a breathless groan.

Darius took more of him into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he found a steady, deliberate rhythm that drove Basil wild. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the quiet room, intense and deeply intimate. A mixture of spit and pre-cum slicked down Basil’s shaft, and Darius chased every drop with his tongue, completely unbothered by the mess as he worked over the length. Basil twisted on the bed, his hand leaving the crumpled sheets to tangle tightly in Darius’s dark hair. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Basil involuntarily bucked his hips upward, shoving his full length deep into the back of Darius’s throat.

Darius gagged at the sudden intrusion, his eyes watering, but he refused to pull away. Instead, he tightened his grip on Basil’s thighs and kept going, taking him as deep as he could manage. It was as if he were on a mission to drain every single drop from the prince. Every ragged gasp that tore from Basil’s lungs drew a low, pleased hum from Darius. The warm vibrations of his throat against the head of Basil’s dick pushed the prince even closer to the brink.

"I’m close, Darius... I’m going to cum," Basil warned, his voice tight and strained as he tried to push at Darius’s shoulders, his hands trembling. "You don’t have to take it all..."

Darius refused to budge. Instead he tightened his lips and sucked harder, speeding up his motion while bringing his hand down to gently cup and stroke Basil’s balls. The double hit of intense heat around the head and the soft roll of Darius’s palm against his sac completely unraveled Basil.

​His eyes rolled back, a broken cry ripping from his chest as his hips twitched uncontrollably, spilling his warm seed right down Darius’s throat. He swallowed every drop without hesitation, his throat working in slow, deliberate gulps, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction.

When the last tremor finally passed, Darius crawled up Basil’s body and pressed his lips directly to Basil’s slack mouth, sharing the taste of the release between them. Basil tasted himself on Darius’s tongue, and the salty heat of it felt like the most intimate thing they had shared all night.

​Darius pulled back slightly, using his fingers to gently tuck a few sweat-damp strands of hair behind Basil’s ear. A dark, intense look crossed his face as a renewed wave of need settled into his eyes. "Turn over for me," he murmured softly, his voice low and commanding.

Basil’s brow furrowed in confusion, his mind still hazy from the intense orgasm. "Turn over?"

​"Just trust me," Darius said softly, his hands moving to Basil’s waist.

He gently guided Basil’s hips, turning him over until he was resting on his hands and knees atop the rumpled sheets. Basil’s back dipped naturally, leaving him completely exposed.

Darius’s warm palms swept over the soft curve of his rear, his thumbs slowly tracing the cleft between his cheeks. Basil’s breath hitched in his throat at the sudden touch.

"What are you doing?"

​"Shhh, just relax for me," Darius whispered gently. He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the small of Basil’s back, right at the dip of his spine. From there, his lips moved lower, trailing slow, heavy kisses over one cheek, then the other. He took his time, placing deliberate, warm marks down the smooth skin until Basil began to tremble, his fingers twisting tightly into the bedsheets below him.

Darius dipped his head further down, his warm breath fanning directly over the tight, unheated entrance between Basil’s thighs.