Yuri gave his shoulder a light shove. “Not that kind of jealous, prat. You were playing with other kids. Not me.”
“Oh.” Angelo felt like he’d had the wind knocked out of him and that one syllable was the only thing he was able to say.
Yuri crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t really have a friend until Jacki came to school. You were the closest thing I had until her. But you weren’t even that. Not my brother, not my friend, you were just there. Always there. And always so fucking far away.”
The tone in his voice hurt Angelo’s heart. “Sweetheart.”
This time Yuri pounded Angelo’s shoulder with his fist. “Don’t you sweetheart me. I can’t…” He stopped, closed his eyes, and just breathed in and out for several moments. Under him, Angelo sat still as a statue, not wanting to make the slightest move that would spook Yuri like a frightened deer. Yuri cleared his throat, opened his eyes, and went on. “I’m just a bit addled, Angelo. I’m sorry. I should go.” He started to slip out of Angelo’s lap.
Angelo pictured it, Yuri returning to Oxford and Angelo spending the rest of his day here alone in his flat. He could call a friend from work, he supposed, to come over and watch a match, or go out for a drink, but he knew that if Yuri left right then, Angelo would just sit on his sofa and drink beer and be alone with his thoughts.
“No. Don’t go. Not yet.” Angelo brought Yuri closer to him and kissed his soft, pretty pink lips. They were sweet. So sweet. Like the wine they made from frozen, winter grapes in Mirea.
Yuri pulled back slightly. “When, then? When does this offer expire?”
Angelo’s mouth ached to say something ridiculous, like “never,” but he stopped himself. Instead he said, “Later. When I’m ready for it to be done.”
Yuri rolled his eyes. “When you’re ready. Right. What about if I’m ready?”
“You’re not.” Angelo pulled Yuri in for another kiss. “Are you?”
“God,” he sighed. “I so fucking loathe you.” Then Yuri kissed Angelo like he never wanted to ever stop.
Angelo’s hands skimmed over Yuri’s body, marveling still at how wonderful his skin felt. He moved down the sides of his ribs, over his slim hips, then cupped his arse again. This time, Angelo was more careful, mindful of how tender the still-hot flesh was under his fingers. He squeezed, but gently this time, and Yuri moaned into his mouth.
“God. Please.”
Angelo had never been particularly greedy. Despite being the only son of royal parents, he hadn’t been spoiled and he’d been expected to share what he had. He hadn’t thought he’d had a possessive bone in his body until Lord Dickface had come around and taken what didn’t belong to him.
Mine.
And then Lord Dickface had had the gall to hurt Yuri. He’d laid hands on what was not his and then damaged it. Angelo’s heretofore absent possessiveness had arrived and there was no getting it to leave now. It might have been late to the party, but it was now going to make up for it and stay until every last guest was gone.
Angelo squeezed Yuri’s cheeks a little harder, kneading the flesh a bit. Yuri’s moan turned into a gasp—whether of pleasure or pain or both, Angelo wasn’t sure. He just knew the sound was for him, and him alone, and that made him want to stomp about and roar like a tiger.
Mine.
Yuri started to move on Angelo’s lap, grinding against his cock. Despite having come recently, Yuri’s erection was already starting to return. The more Yuri moved against him, the harder Angelo got. The harder they both got. Yuri’s kisses became even wilder and unrestrained. He attacked Angelo’s mouth with teeth and tongue while his fingers curled into Angelo’s hair and pulled. It made Angelo gasp with an avalanche of need.
Yuri’s body undulated on top of Angelo’s “God, Angel. Please. I need… I need…”
Angelo bit Yuri’s lip then released it slowly. “I know what you need.”
“Then—”
“No.”
“No?” It was a whine and a moan wrapped together. “Please. I’m begging you. You can’t do this, it’s not fair, it’s not—”
“Stop whingeing. You don’t come, princess, until I do.” He reached between them and touched Yuri’s cock, still surprised how natural it felt to do so. “This is mine. Who controls when you come and when you don’t?”
Yuri’s body, previously rigid with tension, relaxed like cooked pasta. “You do,” he said, his voice sounding dreamy and sweet.
With one hand he stroked Yuri, but not with nearly enough pressure, while his other hand cupped Yuri’s arse and squeezed harder than he should have. “Right answer. Good boy. Now make me come, because you won’t be coming until after I do.”
19
Yuri Offers His Services
Yuri felt a bit like he was in a dream, one he never wanted to wake from. He’d just been ordered to make Angelo come. As in it wasn’t an option, or a wish, or even something that had been requested of him. He’d been ordered, and fuck if that didn’t make his cock hard as hell.
“What’s off limits?” Yuri asked, his words practical but his tone as sultry as he could make it.
Angelo opened his gorgeous hazel eyes wide. Yuri could see the inner ring of gold and the outer of green, and the outline in darkest brown. He was fairly sure he could be happy looking into those eyes forever.
The question, of course, would be how long he could keep all this going with his straight boy. Who might not be as straight as they’d both thought, but also might just be humoring him for the sake of future harmony. Yuri still didn’t know and couldn’t completely tell, but his cock was on board with the program regardless. Angelo’s cock seemed similarly like-minded, if the huge bulge in his trousers was anything to go by. Not that that meant all that much; men could get stiffies at
