Flaming by Parker Avrile

Author:Parker Avrile
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance, mm romance, royal romance, gay prince, gay royal wedding
Publisher: Paris April Press
Published: 2022-08-17T00:00:00+00:00

Old-Fashioned Swedish Glogg

Tony was drunk on the taste of the prince.

His skin salts. His sexual sweat. The tang of his faint but distinct personal musk.

Mine.

A delicious surge of possessiveness swallowed Tony, even as he swallowed Conrad.

All fucking mine.

Conrad seemed to share Tony's urgency. He gulped and grabbed, his hand a lock on Tony's hip. You couldn't blame the prince for his desperation. He'd already had his prize snatched away once before in Tony's tiny kitchen.

Well, there would be no Detective Grady interruptus here.

No one could take this moment away from them.

Conrad shifted to swallow deep. He was feasting on Tony as avidly as Tony feasted on him.

Ah! Such feeling. Sixty-nine could be a tricky thing. Your focus was split between the giving and the receiving of the pleasure.

When a giver was as gifted as the prince, it was all too easy to lose control. To move too fast. To swallow at first a little impatiently and then much too-too impatiently.

And yet, somehow, Conrad and Tony's rhythm just plain fucking worked. Everything clicked, everything was in tune. The stretch in Tony's jaw wasn't an ache. It was an added pleasure.

Deeply stuffed into each other's mouths, they kept making half-muffled groans of deliciously frantic pleasure. Rhythmic groans, Tony noticed. These primal noises emerged in time with the drumbeat of their sucks.

This music was sweeter to Tony than the playlist singing from the room's astonishing audio system. Professionally produced music could never be this frankly sexual.

That robot better not be listening. Better not be recording. It better keep itself the fuck powered down. If not, Tony wouldn't apologize if it was getting its snoopy little electronic wires completely fried.

Who could listen to such noises and fail to catch fire? Not Tony, that's for sure.

But Conrad's gasps and sighs of pleasure were only part of the magic.

The taste of him. The musk. The solidity. The heat.

They could not have consciously timed the moment of their simultaneous conclusion. The sexual forces working their way through Tony and Conrad were larger, more ancient, more compelling than anything mere mortals could plan. They were on a ride—a ride called Fate—and all they could do was let the wheels turn, let the feeling spiral up and up into intensity until the shared moment of impact.

And then, in the same moment, they swallowed greedily, the gobble and stretch of the swallowing an additional thrill piled on top of the first. Tony had no words in his mind, no words on his tongue, only the music of swallowing, gulping, sighing.

They slumped at last. With a soft grunt, Conrad shifted so they were again facing each other. The pupils in the blue eyes had dilated, making him look blind with passion. His lips moved like he was trying to say something he'd forgotten how to say in words. A leg draped over Tony's bare legs, an arm curled over his shoulders.

Conrad's head curled too, dipping so his face was pressed into Tony's chest. Tony's arms closed to keep him there. Holding

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