Chapter 41

Est stirred, his hand finding William’s back, smoothing over bare skin with reverent touches. The caress quickly turned restless, fingers tracing lower, kneading, urging. William shifted against him in response, a small sound escaping his throat when he felt the unmistakable press of Est’s arousal against his thigh.

“Mm,” William breathed, tilting his head up, lips brushing Est’s jaw. “You’re already hard.” His voice carried that teasing edge, light but laced with heat.

Est’s chuckle was rough, low in his chest. “How could I not be, with you wrapped around me like this?”

Something in the way he said it – raw, hungry – lit a spark under William’s skin. He shifted, slow and deliberate, swinging one leg over until he was straddling Est’s lap. Their mouths met instantly, hungrily, as though the hours of sleep had done nothing to cool the fire between them. It was slow at first – tongues dragging, teeth catching, lips swollen from the steady press of want. William sucked at Est’s lower lip until he groaned, then swallowed that sound greedily, one hand sliding up the back of Est’s neck to hold him there, to keep him caged.

The air between them grew feverish.

Every break in their mouths meeting was only to breathe against each other, foreheads touching, noses brushing before another hungry kiss consumed them. Est’s hand splayed wide over William’s hip, tugging him closer, until their cocks rubbed together through the thin barrier of their clothes. The friction made William whimper into his mouth, roll his hips deliberately, forcing Est to groan low and guttural.

“Should we…” William’s words broke apart with kisses, his voice dark velvet in Est’s ear. “…finish what we started yesterday?” His palm pressed against Est’s length, rubbing slow, purposeful circles. “After all… we left off in a rather painful position for you.”

Est bit back a curse, eyes fluttering closed as his head fell back against the headboard. “Don’t – ” his voice rasped, heavy with memory and desire, “ – don’t remind me.” His hips bucked helplessly into William’s hand, his breath shuddering out of him. “Gods, yes. Yes, Will. I’d very much like to finish.”

William’s mouth curved against Est’s jaw before sinking into the skin, sucking deep until Est groaned. He kissed down the column of his throat, tongue tracing the sharp edges of tendons, before biting just enough to make Est jolt. “Tell me,” he whispered against the salt of Est’s skin, “what you were thinking last night. Tell me exactly what you wanted.”

Est’s breath hitched, fingers tightening in William’s hair, dragging him back up so their eyes locked. His voice dropped to a filthy rasp.
“You want to know?”

William nodded, lips parted, pupils blown wide.

“I thought about how torturous it was… pulling out of that perfect wet mouth of yours before I could ruin you properly.” His words came low, deliberate, meant to scorch. “I wanted to stay buried deep, watch you choke and drool on my cock until your eyes watered.“

William moaned – an involuntary, guttural sound that made Est smirk darkly.

“And you would’ve taken it,” Est continued, his lips brushing William’s ear now, whispering filth like a confession. “Every inch. Gagging, messy, greedy. My pretty little prince, choking on me because you’re such a good slut for me. My slut. Only mine.”

The words shattered something inside William – his moan broke apart into something desperate, trembling. He ground down harder on Est’s lap, needy and undone. “Est – “

“Yeah, that’s it,” Est groaned, cupping his face, dragging his thumb along William’s spit-wet lips. “Moan for me. Gods, you sound perfect.”

William kissed his thumb, sucked it into his mouth briefly before slipping lower – down his throat, his chest, marking him with open-mouthed kisses. His hunger was reverent and desperate both, each kiss lower like a vow.

By the time he reached Est’s cock, Est’s chest was heaving, every muscle pulled tight as a bowstring. William pressed his lips to the fabric covering him, breathed hot against it, then mouthed at the bulge until Est swore violently above him.

When William finally freed him, Est’s cock slapped up against his stomach, flushed and thick, precum already wetting the head. William stared, his tongue darting across his own lips.

“Gods,” Est groaned, voice already unsteady, “look at you – hungry for it.”

William didn’t answer, only licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the way Est hissed. He wrapped his lips around the head, suckling greedily until his tongue was slick with precum. Est’s hand found his hair instantly, tugging, his breath shaking.

“Fuck, Will – ” Est’s words fractured into a growl, ” – you look obscene. Drooling on me already.”

William moaned around him, taking him deeper, gagging softly as the thick length slid into his throat. Drool spilled messily over his chin, wetting Est’s thighs.

“Fuck – slow down,” Est gasped, though his hand only tightened in William’s hair. “You’ll choke – “

But William moaned again, taking him deeper until his nose brushed Est’s skin. He gagged, swallowed, then did it again, tears welling in his eyes but never breaking eye contact. His throat convulsed around Est, every swallow sending sparks up his spine.

“Gods above,” Est groaned, his head falling back, neck straining. “Look at you. My beautiful, filthy prince. Taking me so deep, so desperate, so fucking greedy.”

William’s hand worked the base as he bobbed his head, messy and wet, strings of spit connecting his lips to Est’s cock every time he pulled back to breathe. His moans vibrated around him, every sound as much a confession as the act itself.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” Est growled, staring down at him, his chest heaving. “Let me use that throat until you can’t even speak. Gods, Will – you’re perfect like this. Mine. All mine.”

William gagged as Est held him down, cock buried deep in his throat. His lashes fluttered, tears spilling freely, drool pooling at the corners of his lips. His nails dug into Est’s thighs, but he didn’t pull away – he stayed there, trembling, letting his throat convulse around the thickness filling it.

Est’s hand tightened in his hair, guiding his rhythm. “Gods, that’s it,” he groaned, voice raw. “Take it. Choke on me. Fuck – you’re so perfect like this. A prince on his knees – drooling, gagging – for me.”

William whimpered around him, the sound vibrating, making Est shudder. His body fought for air, throat spasming, but the way Est held him there – firm, unyielding – made his cock twitch with need.

When Est finally let him up, William gasped, saliva trailing from his lips to Est’s cock, dripping onto his chest. His eyes were glassy, lips swollen, chin shining with spit. Est almost came at the sight.

“Look at you,” Est panted, thumb smearing the wetness across William’s cheek. “Beautiful.”

William coughed once, breathless – but then smiled, wicked and shining with mischief. He licked his lips slow, deliberately obscene, before taking Est back into his mouth with a growl.

This time, he set the pace – slow and deliberate, dragging his tongue along the underside, sucking hard enough to make Est curse violently. He pulled back until just the head rested on his tongue, swirling around it, then slid back down in a smooth motion that made Est’s hips jerk.

“Fuck – ” Est groaned, throwing his head back, fingers trembling in William’s hair. “Will – “

But William pulled back again, grinning, eyes half-lidded with filth and fire. “What’s wrong, Est? Thought I was just your obedient little slut?” He licked him from base to tip, sucking the head until it popped wetly from his mouth. “You forget – ” another slow stroke of his tongue, ” – I know how to ruin you too.”

Est growled low, breath ragged, watching helplessly as William stroked him with one hand while licking the head, teasing mercilessly. Every time Est’s hips twitched, William pulled back, smirking.

“You want to fuck my throat, don’t you?” he whispered, licking the vein along Est’s length, his voice sinful. “You want to watch me choke until I can’t breathe, drool soaking me – ” he kissed the tip, ” – your filthy little prince, wrecked and gagging on your cock.”

Est swore again, hips jerking, but William pulled away with a grin. “Not yet.”

He stroked Est slow, torturous, keeping him just on the edge. “I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for my throat, Est.”

Est’s chest heaved, sweat slicking his skin. He clenched his jaw, but his cock throbbed in William’s hand, leaking precum down his fist. William leaned closer, nipping at his hip, voice molten filth.

“Beg for me, soldier. Tell me how bad you want to fuck my mouth raw.”

Est groaned, head tipping back, pride warring with desperate need. His voice cracked when he finally rasped out, “Fuck – please, Will. Let me. I need to. Need to bury myself in your throat. Please – “

William smirked like a devil and opened his mouth wide, tongue out, eyes heavy with promise. “Then take it.”

Est surged forward, both hands fisting in William’s hair now, thrusting deep. William gagged instantly, throat stretching, drool cascading down his chin, his muffled moans reverberating around Est’s cock.

“Gods – fuck – ” Est choked on his own groans, hips snapping helplessly. “Look at you – taking it so deep, choking so pretty for me – fuck, I can’t – “

William’s eyes rolled back as he swallowed, throat working, drool spilling unchecked, a mess of spit and precum slicking everything. He moaned louder, choked harder, until Est was swearing every breath, every thrust dragging him closer to the edge.

When Est yanked him up again, both of them gasping, William’s face was wrecked – lips swollen, chin soaked, tears streaked down his cheeks. And yet he was smiling, wicked and ruined both.

“You’re close,” he panted, stroking Est again, thumb smearing precum over the flushed head. “I can feel you twitching.” He kissed the tip, sucking gently. “Should I let you finish down my throat?” His voice was a taunt and a promise. “Watch me swallow every drop like the filthy little prince you made me into?”

Est groaned, desperate, torn apart by the sight of him.

“Or – ” William licked the slit slowly, deliberately, ” – should I keep torturing you until you’re begging like a broken man?”

Est’s thrusts grew ragged, uncontrolled, his grip in William’s hair unsteady as if he wanted to pull out but couldn’t – didn’t want to. Every gag, every wet choke from William dragged him closer to the brink.

“Will – fuck – stop, I can’t – ” Est gasped, trying to pull back, hips trembling. “Not like this, I need – I want to be inside you when I – “

William pulled off just long enough to rasp, voice ruined and slick with spit, “We have time, Est. All the time in the world.” He licked the head, sucking down the bead of precum. “Right now, I want this. I want you to come down my throat. Let me have it.“

Before Est could argue, William swallowed him down again – deep, greedy, obscene. He bobbed his head faster, throat flexing, one hand stroking the base while the other gripped Est’s thigh hard enough to bruise.

Est lost the battle instantly. He threw his head back with a broken cry, thrusting deep into that wet, choking heat. His voice cracked as he swore, muscles tensing, every nerve alight. “Gods – fuck, I’m – Will – “

William moaned around him, swallowing desperately as Est spilled hot down his throat. He took it all – swallowing, choking, messy and perfect. Drool and cum slicked his chin, tears streaming freely, but he never pulled back. He stayed there until Est sagged forward, boneless and wrecked, cock twitching weakly against his swollen lips.

The silence afterward was thick, only broken by Est’s ragged breathing. William swallowed one last time, then pulled back with a wet gasp, lips red and glistening, chin dripping. He licked the corner of his mouth slowly, meeting Est’s dazed gaze with a wrecked, satisfied smile.

Est groaned and pulled him up immediately, wrapping William into his arms and crashing their mouths together. The kiss was deep, filthy, desperate – Est tasting himself on William’s tongue, moaning at the mingled salt and sweetness. He held William tight, like he couldn’t bear a single inch between them, kissing him until both of them were breathless again.

“Fuck – ” Est broke the kiss just long enough to pant against his lips, forehead pressed to William’s. “You… you swallowed it all – my perfect prince. Gods, you’re – ” He cut himself off with another moan, kissing him harder, tongue sliding deep as if to reclaim every drop.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was a wreck of praise and need. “You did so well for me. Took me so deep, swallowed like it was nothing – fuck, I can’t believe you.” He kissed him again, softer this time, reverent. His hands cupped William’s flushed face, thumbs brushing his wet cheeks.

Then Est’s voice dropped lower, rough with promise. “Now it’s my turn.” He kissed him again, slow and deep, his hand sliding down to grip William’s hip, pressing their bodies together. “My turn to take care of my prince. To make you fall apart for me.”

William whimpered into the kiss, his body arching against Est’s automatically, needy and pliant.

Est rolled them over in one fluid, almost desperate motion, his body pressing William down into the mattress. The shift knocked the air out of William’s lungs in a soft gasp, but Est didn’t rush to devour him. Instead, he hovered just above, holding himself there as though he could drink in the sight forever. His palms cradled William’s flushed face, thumbs brushing lovingly along the sharp cut of his cheekbones, then stroking the line of his jaw.

“Look at you,” Est murmured, reverent. His voice was low, strained with hunger.

He leaned down and captured William’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Their lips met, soft at first, then Est pressed harder, tongues sliding against each other. William whimpered into the kiss, his fingers clutching at Est’s shoulders. Every time Est pulled back just slightly, William chased his mouth with a desperate, needy tilt of his head. Each kiss grew longer, wetter, until they were breathing each other’s breath, until William’s lips were swollen and damp.

When Est finally drew back, both of them were panting, foreheads touching, strands of spit connecting their mouths.

“You’re so beautiful,” Est whispered, so softly it almost broke. He trailed his lips over William’s cheek, to his temple, then down the bridge of his nose in small, worshipful kisses. “Every time I look at you, I want to ruin you all over again. My prince. My perfect, filthy little prince.”

William’s breath hitched, his body arching up helplessly against Est’s weight. “Est…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need, half-plea, half-surrender.

Est’s mouth moved lower. He kissed down William’s throat, slow and possessive, and when he reached the delicate skin over his pulse, he latched on, sucking until the skin bruised dark and hot. William gasped, fingers curling hard in Est’s hair, his legs shifting restlessly beneath him. The sound spurred Est on – he licked and nipped, teeth scraping just enough to make William jolt before soothing with his tongue. By the time Est reached his collarbones, William’s throat was littered with dark marks, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.

Est pressed lower, dragging his mouth to William’s chest, pausing just above a nipple. William had only enough time to choke out his name before Est’s lips wrapped around it, tongue swirling. He sucked hard, teeth grazing before pulling back with a wet pop, then switching mercilessly to the other.

“Ah – Est!” William cried out, body jerking, arching toward his mouth.

Est only pressed him down harder, pinning him with a hand splayed across his stomach. His mouth worked over both nipples, alternating – biting until William gasped, then soothing with long, slow, wet licks. He sucked until they were red, swollen, hypersensitive, each tug shooting sparks of raw pleasure through William’s trembling body.

“Please – ah, please – ” William begged, chest heaving as he tried to twist away from the overwhelming attention.

“Shh.” Est’s voice was rough, vibrating against William’s skin as he tongued the abused bud. He didn’t stop, didn’t let William escape. “I’m not done with you. Look at you – squirming so pretty, taking everything I give you. You love this. My prince loves being teased until he’s desperate, doesn’t he?”

William moaned helplessly, legs spreading without him realizing, his cock straining, leaking against his stomach.

Est smirked against his chest, dragging his mouth lower, kissing down the line of his stomach with deliberate slowness. He paused at the soft skin of William’s hips, biting sharp, sucking until he left a mark that made William whine. Then another on the opposite side, his teeth and tongue branding him as his.

He sat back for a moment, his gaze devouring the sight of William writhing beneath him – cheeks flushed, lips swollen, chest marked and heaving, cock twitching and wet against his belly.

“Tell me what you want,” Est ordered softly, fingers ghosting along the inside of William’s thighs, close enough to make him shake but not touching where he needed. His voice was that dangerous, tender mix – command and devotion – that made William’s whole body shiver.

“I – I want your mouth,” William gasped, his voice breaking, eyes wet with tears of need. “I want your tongue inside me, your fingers, your cock – please, Est, I want all of you, I can’t – “

Est groaned, the sound guttural, his cock throbbing painfully at the confession. “That’s my prince.” He bent lower, kissing down between William’s spread thighs until his lips brushed the cleft of his ass. William’s breath hitched sharply, his body jolting in anticipation.

Est spread him open and licked slow, deliberate circles over the tight ring of muscle before plunging his tongue inside. William let out a strangled cry, his back arching, hands fisting in the sheets until his knuckles went white.

“Gods – Est – ahh – “

Est ate him out hungrily, filthily, his tongue thrusting deep, pulling back to drag broad, wet licks over the sensitive rim before spearing him again. The sounds were obscene – wet, messy, echoing in the room alongside William’s broken cries. William rocked helplessly against his mouth, sobbing with every flick and thrust of Est’s tongue.

“Don’t stop,” William begged, his voice cracked, his thighs trembling around Est’s head. “Please don’t stop, please – “

Est didn’t. He feasted on him, groaning into him, licking until William was shaking uncontrollably. When he finally pulled back, saliva was dripping down his chin, smeared across William’s skin. Est slicked his fingers with his spit and pressed one inside, slow but steady.

William’s head dropped back, mouth open on a broken moan. The finger slid deeper, curling until –

“Ah – fuck!” William cried out, his whole body jerking violently.

“You feel that?” Est growled, pushing in again, hitting that spot mercilessly. “That’s mine. This body. This spot that makes you scream – it belongs to me. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” William sobbed, eyes glassy, tears spilling at the corners. His voice was wrecked, but certain. “All yours, always yours, Est – ahhh!”

A second finger pressed in, stretching him open, pumping steadily as Est’s mouth left kisses and bites along his thighs and hips. Every thrust brushed his prostate, each one pulling a new cry from William’s throat. His cock leaked steadily against his stomach, untouched, the sheets damp beneath him.

“Look at you,” Est whispered, voice thick with filthy adoration, his fingers scissoring inside William. “Clenching so tight around me, dripping for me. My perfect prince, falling apart just from my fingers. What do you think you’ll do when I split you open on my cock?”

William’s only answer was a wrecked, broken moan, his body thrashing as the pressure coiled unbearably.

Est curled his fingers harder, grinding them against that sweet spot again and again until William’s voice cracked into sobs. His whole body seized – pleasure snapping through him so violently it stole his breath.

He came with a raw, desperate cry, hot release spilling across his chest, splattering Est’s chin and mouth. His body clamped tight around Est’s fingers, milking them as he shuddered through it.

Est groaned low in his throat, not even flinching as William painted him. He leaned down, licking cum from his own skin, humming at the taste. “Filthy,” he whispered against William’s trembling thigh, “and so fucking beautiful.”

William collapsed back boneless, body shivering, tears streaking his flushed face. Est didn’t stop, his fingers still thrusting slow and deep, wringing out aftershocks until William was sobbing, overstimulated, begging weakly with every tremor.

Est only smiled against his skin, kissing him there, relentless in his worship.

William was still trembling, his body boneless against the mattress, when Est finally eased his fingers out. His hole fluttered helplessly, clenching on nothing, slick and wet with spit. William’s chest was streaked with his own release, his eyes half-lidded, lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.

Est leaned back on his heels, watching him with a dark, hungry gaze. “Not nearly enough,” he muttered, voice rough. He reached for the small vial of oil he’d tossed aside earlier, uncorked it, and tipped it over his fingers. The thick liquid glistened as it poured, running down his knuckles before dripping onto William’s already messy stomach.

William whined at the sight, his hips twitching upward unconsciously. “Est…” His voice was broken, pleading. “Please – “

But Est only hushed him with a sharp kiss, his oiled fingers returning between William’s spread thighs. He pushed two back inside at once, the glide easier this time, stretching him deep. William gasped, back arching, hands clutching the sheets tight.

“Shh,” Est rasped against his ear, pumping his fingers slowly in and out. “It’s been too long. I need to get you ready properly. I won’t hurt you.”

“You won’t – ah, gods, you won’t hurt me,” William whimpered, writhing as Est’s fingers spread him. “I can take it, I’m already stretched – please, Est, I need you now – “

Est ignored the plea, pouring more oil directly over his hole, letting it spill warm and slick before pressing a third finger inside. William cried out, thighs clamping around Est’s arm before fluttering open again. His body strained, torn between resisting the stretch and wanting more.

“That’s it,” Est whispered, kissing his jaw, his throat, as he scissored his fingers deep inside. “Open up for me. You’re so fucking tight, even after all that. You think I’ll just shove into you like this? No. Not until I know you’ll take me perfectly.”

William’s eyes were wet again, tears sliding down his temples. His chest heaved as Est curled all three fingers inside, brushing over his sweet spot until his cock twitched back to life, drooling against his belly. He sobbed at the sensation, voice breaking.

“Est, please, I’m ready – I’m loose enough – I swear – ” His voice cracked, desperation dripping from every word.

Est only smiled against his skin, pulling his fingers out with a wet squelch. William sagged in relief – until Est immediately poured more oil, slicking his whole hand, and pressed four fingers at his entrance.

“Ahh – fuck!” William choked, his body jerking violently, trying to wriggle away from the impossible stretch. But Est’s free hand held his hip down firmly, and he slid them in slow, patient, inexorable.

“That’s it. Breathe for me, my prince,” Est crooned, his voice steady despite his own cock straining painfully hard. “You’ll take me better like this. Gods, you feel like you’re swallowing me whole.”

William sobbed, his nails clawing at Est’s shoulders as he writhed under him. Every push dragged over that sweet spot, turning the stretch into unbearable pleasure. His cock smeared wet across his belly, aching, throbbing.

“Est – please – ” His voice was nearly gone, raw with begging. “Please, I’m begging you, I need your cock, I can’t – ah – I can’t wait anymore – “

Est kissed him hard, swallowing the broken words, before pulling his fingers out slowly, watching William’s hole spasm and gape. Oil glistened, dripping down his thighs, messy and obscene.

“You’re begging so pretty,” Est murmured, stroking himself once, slow and firm, slicking his cock with the oil still on his hand. His tip pressed against William’s stretched entrance, just enough to make William cry out in relief.

“Say it again,” Est growled, his voice hoarse. “Beg me properly.”

William’s legs hooked desperately around his waist, dragging him close. His eyes were glassy with tears, his voice wrecked. “Please, Est – please fuck me, I’m yours, I’m stretched, I’m ready – I need you inside me now – please don’t make me wait anymore – “

Est groaned deep in his chest, almost losing control at the sight of his prince so ruined, so desperate. He pressed forward at last, the head of his cock breaching slowly, sinking into that stretched, slick heat. William’s cry was sharp, broken, his whole body arching as Est finally gave him what he’d begged for.

Est pressed forward, slow but relentless, his cockhead pushing past the loosened ring of muscle. William’s cry was sharp and high, his body clenching instinctively before opening around him.

“Gods – Est – ahh – ” William sobbed, nails digging into Est’s shoulders. His thighs trembled against Est’s sides, straining to keep him close even as the stretch made him shudder.

Est kissed the sound from his mouth, deep and steady, holding himself still with only the tip inside. His hand cupped William’s jaw, thumb stroking along his cheek soothingly. “Breathe, my prince. Feel how perfectly you’re taking me.”

William’s chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. “More,” he begged breathlessly. “Please, give me more – “

Est obeyed, pushing deeper inch by inch, groaning low in his throat as William’s body clenched hot and wet around him. He paused halfway, his cock throbbing painfully at the tight squeeze.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so hard,” Est hissed, sweat beading along his temple. “Even stretched wide, you’re still trying to strangle my cock. You want me to ruin you, don’t you?”

“Yes – yes, ruin me – ” William’s voice cracked, his head dropping back into the pillows. His whole body arched up, trying to impale himself faster, but Est’s hands held his hips firm against the mattress.

“No rushing,” Est growled, though his control was fraying. He pressed forward again, sinking deeper until his hips finally met William’s ass, burying himself fully inside.

William screamed – loud, raw, overwhelmed – his walls fluttering around Est’s cock like they couldn’t decide between pushing him out or dragging him deeper.

Est kissed his temple, his jaw, whispering filth between every brush of lips. “That’s it. All of me inside you. You’re mine, every inch. My prince stretched open on my cock, exactly where you belong.”

William’s tears streaked down to his ears, his lips parted around broken sobs of pleasure. “It’s too much – it’s so much – ahhh, Est – “

Est rocked shallowly, just enough to grind the head of his cock over that sweet spot. William’s back bowed, his voice breaking into a hoarse cry.

“Right there,” Est groaned, repeating the motion, deliberate, slow, merciless. “You’ll come on my cock again and again until you can’t even say my name.”

William clawed at him, pulling him closer, trembling. “Please – please move – fuck me properly, Est, I need it, I need you – “

Est drew back almost all the way, the stretch making William’s body clamp desperately around the retreat, before slamming back in hard. The force jolted William up the mattress with a choked sob.

“Est – !”

“Shh,” Est husked, grinding deep, his voice shaking with the effort of holding himself back. “You can take it. You were made for this cock. Look at you – already dripping, already trembling – so greedy for me.”

William’s thighs locked tight around him, his body quivering, each thrust dragging his cock across that spot inside until his vision blurred white at the edges. His own cock slapped wetly against his stomach, leaking endlessly, untouched.

Est set a rhythm – slow, deep thrusts, each one deliberate, grinding, filling him until William was keening helplessly. Every time he pulled out, slick spilled around his shaft, the obscene squelch of it mixing with William’s cries.

“Est – ahh – I can’t – I’ll break – ” William’s voice cracked as his body convulsed under him.

“You’ll take everything I give you,” Est growled, his filthy worship spilling out with every thrust. “You’re my prince, my filthy, perfect boy. I’ll stretch you until you’re loose enough to swallow me whole – and then I’ll fuck you until you’re begging me never to stop.”

William could only sob his agreement, his body surrendering completely as Est drove him higher and higher, relentless in his devotion.

Est’s rhythm stayed steady at first – slow, deliberate thrusts that filled William to the hilt every time. But William was already falling apart, body twitching and tightening around him, begging for something harder, faster, rougher.

“Est – ahh – please – ” William sobbed, his nails clawing at Est’s back, his legs trembling around his waist. His cock smeared precum across his stomach with every jolt, his body a mess of tears, sweat, and cum.

Est tilted his hips, angling each thrust to slam directly into that sweet spot inside him. William’s cry was sharp, broken, his whole body jerking like he’d been shocked.

“William…,” Est groaned, his own breath ragged. “Gods, you’re milking me so hard – you want to come again already?”

“Yes – ahh – I can’t – Est, I’m gonna – ” William gasped, his chest arching up, his cock twitching violently without a single touch.

Est leaned down, kissing him filthy, swallowing the cries as he thrust harder, faster now, pounding into him until William broke completely – his second orgasm tearing through him with a ragged scream. Cum spurted weakly over his belly, dripping down his sides, his body convulsing as his walls clamped tight around Est’s cock.

Est groaned, nearly undone at the sight. He didn’t stop. He fucked him through it, every thrust dragging out the aftershocks until William was shaking uncontrollably beneath him, sobbing into his mouth.

“Look at you,” Est rasped, pulling back to watch William’s face contort in overstimulated pleasure. “Already spent, already so fucking ruined – and I’ve barely started.”

“Est – p-please – I can’t – ahhh, it’s too much – ” William’s voice was wrecked, his words slurring with bliss and desperation.

“Yes, you can.” Est kissed the corner of his trembling mouth, then thrust deep, grinding hard against that spot until William wailed. “You’ll take everything I give you. You’re mine, William. All mine.”

William’s body betrayed him, clenching, trembling, his cock twitching back to life despite the mess already streaking his stomach. Every drag of Est’s cock across that swollen spot inside forced more helpless cries from his throat.

Est reached down between them, finally curling a slick hand around William’s cock. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, merciless, filthy. “Gonna come for me again, prince? Gonna paint yourself while I fuck you open?”

William screamed, the sound hoarse and cracked, as another orgasm ripped out of him. His release spattered across his chest and Est’s hand, messy and hot. He sobbed, the overstimulation breaking him, his whole body trembling violently.

Est licked his hand clean, moaning at the taste. “So fucking sweet,” he growled, thrusting harder now, chasing his own release while William convulsed under him. “You’ll give me another, won’t you? You’ll come for me until you can’t breathe.”

William could only nod weakly, tears running freely down his face, his body twitching with every thrust. “Est – I – ahhh – I can’t stop – “

“Don’t,” Est snarled, slamming in deep and staying there, grinding until William’s eyes rolled back. “Don’t ever stop for me.”

His pace grew rough, relentless, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room. William sobbed and clung to him, every nerve raw, every thrust wringing out more pleasure until he was wailing with each stroke.

It hit him again – violent, unstoppable – his body tightening around Est’s cock as his third orgasm ripped through him. Nothing came out this time, just dry, aching spasms, his cock twitching helplessly against his belly as he cried Est’s name.

Est groaned like he was being torn apart, his hips stuttering as William squeezed him mercilessly, milking him. He buried himself to the hilt one last time, growling against William’s throat as he spilled inside, hot and thick, filling him deep.

William sobbed through it, the warmth flooding his insides tipping him further into mindless bliss. He clung to Est like he’d drown without him, trembling and wrecked, tears streaking his flushed face.

Est held him through it, still buried deep, whispering filthy worship against his skin. “My prince. My perfect man. Look what you’ve done to me. Look at what I’ve made of you – ruined, dripping, beautiful.”

William could only shudder, boneless, as Est kissed him everywhere he could reach, still rocking slow inside him, wringing out every last aftershock until William was whimpering in pure overstimulated surrender.

The room was thick with the remnants of heat and the sound of their ragged breaths, but already Est was pulling William into the crook of his arms, gathering him close as though he could shield him from even the whisper of a chill. His lips pressed to William’s temple, to his damp hair, trailing over his flushed cheek with tender reverence.

“You were perfect,” Est whispered, his voice husky, but softer than any command. He stroked William’s back with slow, grounding sweeps, as though coaxing his heartbeat into a calmer rhythm. “So good for me. I love you.”

William let out a shaky laugh, broken at the edges, pressing his face into Est’s chest. His body was still trembling, not from exertion now but from the flood of emotion coursing through him. “I love you too,” he whispered, muffled against Est’s skin. “So much. You don’t even know.”

“I do.” Est tipped his chin, forcing William to look at him, his gaze unwavering, steady as an anchor. “I know. I feel it in every breath you take. Every time you look at me like I’m… everything.” His thumb brushed over William’s swollen lower lip, gentle, coaxing. “And you are everything to me.”

William’s eyes softened, shimmering, and he gave a little helpless sound as though he couldn’t contain the swell in his chest. Est leaned down, kissing it away – feather-light at first, then lingering, unhurried. A kiss not of hunger but of devotion.

Est stayed between William’s thighs for a long moment after pulling out, unable to look away. His prince lay sprawled, utterly undone – hair plastered to his damp forehead, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, his chest still rising and falling with shaky breaths. His nipples were red and puffy from Est’s merciless mouth, glistening faintly where his tongue had left them wet. Down his stomach and chest streaks of cum had dried half-tacky, some even caught on his jaw and lashes where Est had spilled over him earlier. And lower still – William’s thighs trembled faintly around him, his rim red, stretched, and glistening, fluttering weakly around nothing after being worked open so thoroughly.

Est exhaled shakily, his cock twitching at the sight even as he forced himself to still. “Gods, William…” His voice was rough, thick with awe. He brushed a reverent hand over William’s hipbone, thumb stroking the skin tenderly. “Look at you. Look at what I’ve done to you.”

William stirred, eyes half-lidded and dazed, the faintest smile tugging at his exhausted lips. “M’ruined,” he slurred softly, voice hoarse. “You’ve ruined me, Est…”

Est groaned low in his throat, bending to kiss a dark bruise blooming on William’s collarbone. “Yes. My filthy, perfect prince… marked everywhere so no one can ever mistake who you belong to.” His lips traced down, kissing over every bite mark, every hickey. “Your nipples – swollen from crying on my tongue. Your stoamch painted in your own release. Your hole – open, dripping, aching from me. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

William whimpered weakly at the words, his legs twitching as though to close but too spent to manage. Est hummed against his skin, tender and possessive all at once, before finally reaching for the damp cloth he’d prepared.

“Easy now,” he murmured, his voice softening as he dipped the cloth in warm water. He started with William’s face, wiping gently where streaks of cum clung to his jaw and lashes. “There’s my beauty.” He kissed the corner of his mouth. “Even wrecked, you’re radiant.”

Then he worked slowly down William’s body. Across his throat and chest, carefully over his nipples – pausing to soothe them with soft kisses after cleaning. “Still so sensitive,” Est whispered, smiling faintly at William’s tiny gasp. “You took it all so well.”

Lower, he cleaned the sticky mess across William’s stomach and thighs, his hand lingering almost indecently long, but his eyes were soft. “You gave me everything,” Est said quietly, reverent. “And I’ll never stop worshipping you for it.”

Finally, he eased William’s legs apart again, cleaning between them with painstaking gentleness. The sight made his cock ache all over again – William’s rim stretched and tender, shining with oil and cum, twitching with aftershocks. Est’s hand trembled just slightly as he touched him, and his voice broke with raw hunger and love. “You’re so ruined for me, and still I can’t get enough. I want to keep you like this forever – open and dripping with me.”

William let out a soft, breathless laugh, his eyes glassy with exhaustion but full of warmth. “You’re insatiable.”

“For you?” Est pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “Always.”

When he finished, he set the cloth aside and gathered William carefully into his arms, wrapping him close. William sagged against his chest, boneless, sated, smelling faintly of sweat and sex and the warm water Est had cleaned him with.

“I love you,” Est murmured into his hair, voice rough with sincerity. “More than anything. You’re my everything, William.”

“I love you too,” William whispered back, fragile but sure, his lips brushing Est’s throat. “Even when you ruin me. Especially then.”

Est chuckled softly, holding him tighter. “Then I’ll keep ruining you, and I’ll keep loving you, every time. My prince. My everything.”

And in the soft quiet that followed, Est just held him – watching his chest rise and fall, feeling the steady warmth of his body, worshipping the beautiful wreck he had made of his love.

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How much smut is too much smut??

IDEKKK I JUST WROTE 6.5K WORDS OF SMUT AAGHHHHHH

Lord help me!

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed the pure filth and action of this chapter. A small reward for all the suffering from before!

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