Chapter 44: Take What You Want

​"Is this okay?" Darius asked, checking in before taking things any further.

Basil’s voice came out raw and breathless into the dark room. "Y-Yes. Please."

Darius used his hands to spread Basil’s cheeks apart, exposing the tight ring of muscle beneath. Without hesitation, he pressed his wet tongue directly to the entrance. The sound Basil made was completely uninhibited, a strangled, guttural noise of pure shock and pleasure that tore from his throat. His back bowed deeper into the mattress. Darius laved the spot again, moving slower this time to let the sensation build.

He traced continuous circles over the sensitive flesh, teasing the opening until the muscle finally began to soften and yield to the heat. When he gathered himself and pushed the tip of his tongue inside, Basil sobbed directly into the pillow. "Oh God, oh God..." He gasped, his hips rocking backward on instinct as he chased the intrusion. "That’s... I didn’t know..."

Darius hummed low against his skin, working his tongue deeper into the tight heat. He tasted the salt and warm musk of Basil’s body, an intoxicating combination that made his own hardened length throb painfully against his thighs, desperate for attention. He reached beneath Basil’s stomach, his hand sliding down until his fingers wrapped around Basil’s shaft. To his surprise, the prince was already thick and fully erect again. He began to stroke the rigid shaft in perfect sync with the rhythmic work of his mouth, driving Basil wild. The double hit of pleasure coaxed sounds from the prince that were raw and unfiltered. Whimpers, desperate cries, and his name repeated like a constant prayer spilled into the quiet room.

"Darius... Darius..."

The sheets were damp beneath Basil’s face from his heavy breathing. His thighs quivered uncontrollably under the strain. Darius kept his mouth working, laving the tight entrance, while his hand remained wrapped firmly around Basil’s length. Seeking to heighten the pleasure, he carefully inserted the tip of his finger over the tiny, sensitive opening at the tip and pressed just the edge of his nail gently into the slit.

Basil gasped loudly, his body going taut as his fingers dug frantically into the mattress, his hips bucking wildly against the sudden, overwhelming jolt of electricity. The hyper-targeted stimulation sent him completely over the edge.

He came hard a second time, his body trembling violently as a sharp spray squirted across the rumpled sheets. Darius immediately pulled his finger away from the tip and planted both hands firmly on Basil’s waist, digging his fingers into the soft skin to hold him steady, and buried his face deep into the cleft of Basil’s ass, eating him out through his lingering tremors until the prince was completely ruined. "Darius—please—I can’t—" Basil’s voice came in a shattering, ragged plea. "Please... I need you inside me. Now. I need to feel you. Please fuck me."

Darius pressed one last kiss to the slick, wanting hole before pushing himself up, his chest heaving, his lips slick and his chin damp. The puckered flesh he had just worshipped glistened, fluttering and begging for more, stretched wide and desperate for the real thing.

​Basil turned his head on the damp pillow, his green eyes rimmed red, tears tracking lines down his flushed cheeks. I can’t take it anymore, fuck me please." His voice came out shredded.

The raw desperation in those words nearly shattered Darius’s last threads of his restraint.

​"Look at you, so desperate for me," he breathed, his voice dark and thick with satisfaction.

Basil whimpered, too far gone for pride.

"Please fuck me."

Darius watched him without making any move to grant his desire, slowly he dragged his tongue across the top of his own lip, tasting more of Basil’s sweat and salt. Basil let out a shattered sob, lifting his hips higher off the mattress as if tilting himself upward would make Darius finally plunge inside. ​"I can’t... I can’t..." Basil wept, his hips rolling in frantic little circles against the cool air. Another whine escaped him, high and helpless. "It hurts, Darius, please, I need you."

Darius’s cock throbbed painfully at the sound. He had never imagined he would get to see Basil broken open like this, completely undone and crying for his touch. He gripped Basil’s hips tightly and flipped him in one fluid motion, rolling onto his back and pulling Basil up on top of him.

Basil gasped, his hands flying to Darius’s broad chest to steady himself, his knees bracketing Darius’s hips. Their hard erections brushed against one another, and Basil’s mouth fell open on a silent cry at the sudden heat.

"Take what you want from me," Darius said, looking up at him with dark, heavy eyes.

"Whatever you need. You have to take it yourself."

​Basil stared down at him, his chest heaving, damp blond hair falling messily across his forehead. With a trembling hand, he reached down between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around Darius’s thick length. The touch was feather-light at first, exploratory, as if he still couldn’t quite believe he was holding him. Darius’s stomach tightened, a sharp breath hissing through his teeth at the contact.

He rose up on his knees, positioning himself.

The blunt head of Darius’s cock pressed against his entrance, and his whole body clenched—thighs, stomach, even his fingers that were gripped tightly on Darius’s shoulders. "Relax," Darius murmured, hands settling on Basil’s hips, his thumbs tracing calming circles over the skin. "Breathe and let it happen. I’ve got you."

Basil exhaled shakily. "I don’t want to break it."

​Darius chuckled lightly. "Trust me, it won’t break," he whispered, his grip tightening reassuringly. "Just go slow. The tip first. Let yourself adjust before you take any more."

With a frantic little jerk of his chin, Basil began to sink down. The head breached him, and his back bowed instantly, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. The tight heat was exquisite—so overwhelming that Darius had to grit his teeth against the primal urge to thrust upward.