Chapter 10

The evening was already drawing into late night by the time the royal carriage rolled up to Prince William’s private residence, tucked far into the hills and forest. The house was an elegant sanctuary – marble and dark woods, with terraces that overlooked a valley like a dreamscape.

As they stepped inside, the prince smiled, shedding his cloak with a languid grace.

“We’ll take a tour tomorrow,” he murmured, voice silk. “Tonight – I’d rather get lost in you.”

Est’s lips parted slightly, but he said nothing – his expression schooled into something cool, even as his eyes gave him away.

William’s smile turned sharp.

Est felt his heartbeat quicken as servants whisked their belongings away and led him to a guest chamber to wash. Hot water, crisp soap – all of it was a haze as he readied himself, nerves buzzing under his skin. The heat and scented soap helped clear the sharp edge of tension from his muscles, but not the taut burn of memory – the way his hands had fisted in William’s hair, the taste of the prince’s mouth still hot on his tongue.

When at last they met again in the small dining room, it was more intimate than anything back at court. The room was soft with firelight and privacy – no guards, no attendants save for one silent server who disappeared as soon as the meal was laid out. The prince sat across from him, glass of wine in hand, gaze pinned to Est in a way that made him feel as though every inch of him was already uncovered.

Est took his seat, posture straight, shoulders square.

And William watched him like he was something to unwrap.

The food was sumptuous – roasted pheasant, warm bread, sugared fruits – but Est was hardly hungry. Not when William was leaning forward between bites, voice low and warm as he asked about his journey, his day, his thoughts.

And every so often, William’s fingers would brush his under the table – a fleeting heat that had him swallowing a groan into his cup.

“You were bold in the carriage,” the prince said after a sip of wine. “I liked it.” A teasing tilt of his head. “What happened to that mouth of yours, hmm? Gone quiet again?”

“I know my place,” Est replied evenly, his voice low, respectful – betraying none of the burn still simmering just under his skin.

William’s lips curved into something slow and deliberate.

“Do you?” he asked, swirling the wine in his glass lazily. “Because I think your place might be with my cock down your throat.”

Est stiffened – not with shock, but with restraint.

William saw it. Delighted in it.

He reached across the table, the back of his fingers brushing Est’s knuckles.

Est’s fingers curled around the stem of his glass, but he said nothing.

“Disappointing,” William went on, mock-pouting. “I rather liked the man who pulled my hair and bit my lip like he owned me.”

Est’s jaw flexed.

The prince leaned forward on one elbow, eyes glittering. “I was almost hoping you’d slam me into the wall next.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Est said softly, finally breaking his silence.

William grinned.

Est didn’t return the smile. His gaze dipped back to his plate, unreadable again.

“You called me Your Highness back there,” he purred. “So proper. But that mouth has already been on my skin – I remember how you sounded when you bit my neck. When you moaned into my mouth. Don’t go shy on me now.”

Est didn’t answer. But his breath had grown more shallow, his eyes darker, his fingers tight around the stem of his untouched wine glass.

“You’re trying so hard,” William went on, voice like silk soaked in heat. “Trying not to look. Not to touch. But you’re already imagining it, aren’t you? Bending me over that desk. Splitting me open on your cock. Making me beg you to move.”

“Your Highness,” Est said tightly, like the title itself might save him.

But William only smirked.

“Say it again,” he whispered, rising slowly from his seat, wine abandoned. “Say it while I touch you.”

He circled behind Est, hands falling to his shoulders, kneading lightly, then slipping lower – brushing down his arms with slow, possessive ease.

Est swallowed hard.

“Say it while you imagine fucking me.”

“You shouldn’t…” Est started – but his voice cracked midway, hips already shifting subtly in his seat.

“I should do everything,” William murmured at his ear. “I should get on my knees right here and see how long you can stay quiet while I taste you.”

Est’s eyes closed for a moment. Just one second of weakness.

William smiled against his cheek.

“You’d fall apart for me,” he whispered. “I bet you’re already hard.”

His hands slid across Est’s chest, slow and unapologetic, fingers dipping under the edge of his tunic.

And Est – trembling despite himself – didn’t stop him.

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When the plates were finally cleared, the prince produced the parchment – the one with Est’s formal contract.

“Sign,” he instructed softly, moving close behind him as Est held the quill. “Then you can take me apart. Strip me bare. Use me. I want it. I want you.”

But it was impossible to focus.

William’s hands roamed over his shoulders and chest as if claiming him inch by inch. The prince bent his lips to Est’s ear, breath hot as he whispered,

“You want this, don’t you? Tell me. Tell me you want me.”

Est’s hands trembled, ink blotching the parchment as William pressed him closer – one hand sweeping possessively down his side, the other curling at the back of his neck.

The parchment glowed faintly in the candlelight between them, the royal seal already at its top. Est’s fingers hovered uncertainly around the quill.

“Come on,” William purred, his mouth brushing Est’s ear, one hand curling possessively around his waist as he pressed against him from behind.

Est’s breath caught at the heat of him – the scent of his cologne, the softness of his lips ghosting over his ear and neck.

“You’re trembling,” William murmured, sounding delighted as his fingers slipped up under Est’s tunic, stroking slow circles over his ribs.

Est’s lips parted, heart pounding as William leaned closer, lips just grazing the shell of his ear again.

“Is it because of me?” the prince whispered, the words a caress of warm breath.

Est gripped the quill harder, fingers shaky. “Your Highness…”

“You don’t have to call me that tonight,” William cut in smoothly. “Out there, yes. But here? Tonight, I’m just a man who very badly wants to see you naked.”

The husky confession went straight through Est, making him go rigid with anticipation.

“You could leave,” William continued, lips skating across the side of Est’s neck. “But you won’t, will you? Hmm?”

Est bit his lower lip and shifted back into him instinctively – a small, telling movement that earned him a quiet, satisfied groan from William.

“Sign,” the prince whispered again – more command than request.

Est stared at the document. At the royal seal. His breath was uneven, his body taut as a bowstring beneath William’s hands.

“I shouldn’t,” he said again – hoarse, uncertain.

But then William’s hand cupped him through his trousers – firm and deliberate.

And Est gasped.

“Where did the man from the carriage go? The one who looked at me like he was going to ruin me?” William murmured.

Est exhaled shakily – a low sound that could’ve been a growl.

“I’m still here,” he said hoarsely.

“Then prove it.” William whispered.

And this time, Est did.

The quill scratched across parchment as William held him close, hands stilling for just a moment.

William froze behind him – just for a breath – before his arms wrapped around Est’s middle, tight and hot and possessive.

And then he turned him – lips crashing into his as the parchment dried behind them.

This kiss was hungrier than the last – no teasing now. William moaned into it as Est backed him against the edge of the table, hands threading into his hair, lips pulling rougher, deeper.

And in that breathless tangle of mouths and fingers, something of the man from the carriage returned – heat rekindled, hunger rising.

By the time William broke away, gasping, his cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, eyes shining.

Est gripped the prince’s waist, the kiss deep and unrestrained – and this time, when he bit William’s lip, it was possessive.

He hadn’t touched him properly yet – not really. But the contract was signed. And now, everything that had been simmering could finally, finally boil over.

William broke the kiss, panting lightly, eyes fever-bright.

“Come,” he said, already pulling him toward the bedroom. “I’ve waited long enough. And so have you.”

And then he led Est down a short hall to his private chamber.

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The candlelight danced across the polished floor, sending long, shifting shadows up the walls as Est was guided deeper into William’s private sanctuary. The prince paused at the threshold of his bedroom, gaze fixed on Est with a hunger that was barely leashed.

“You have no idea,” William began, voice so soft it was almost a caress, “how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

Est’s breath caught. His pulse thrummed in his ears as the door clicked shut behind them. The world outside vanished.

The bedroom was beautiful- luxurious, even by royal standards.

Broad windows overlooked the moonlit hills, long velvet drapes pulled halfway back. A hearth burned low at one side, its light spilling across a bed so large it could have swallowed them whole. The sheets were fine silk and deep in color – strewn already with red and white petals – and dozens of candles sent golden light trembling across every surface. The scent of jasmine and musk filled the warm air.

“Beautiful,” Est breathed before he could help himself.

“You,” William corrected – voice silken – stepping close and lifting his chin with two fingers. “That’s what’s beautiful.”

And then William was kissing him again – deeper this time – hands roaming freely over Est’s tunic.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” William murmured, voice low, rich, sending a shiver down Est’s spine. His fingers skimmed along Est’s jaw, tilting his face up. “I could barely think at dinner, watching you.”

Est opened his mouth to answer – but William captured it in a kiss, slow at first, tasting, savoring, until Est felt his knees weaken. He clutched at William’s robe, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened – mouths parting, breath mingling, tongues stroking together in a rhythm that was already maddening.

William groaned softly, hands sliding over Est’s shoulders, his chest, tugging at the fastenings of his tunic, pushing it back to bare his skin. His mouth followed, lips and tongue worshipping every inch as he peeled the fabric away – kissing his throat, his collarbone, the curve of his shoulder.

“You’re beautiful,” William whispered against him. “So beautiful it hurts to look at you.” William murmured as he reached him, hands roaming up Est’s chest and across his shoulders, fingers brushing the hard lines of muscle, thumb circling lazily around one taut nipple.

The prince’s hands found the hem of Est’s vest and tugged it upward – breaking the kiss only long enough to strip it over his head. William groaned low in his throat at the sight of Est’s bare torso in the candlelight.

“Gods,” he whispered, hands immediately tracing the valleys between Est’s ribs and palms gliding up over his chest before thumbs found his nipples again – rubbing and flicking until they pebbled under his touch.

Est moaned into William’s mouth, hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as they kissed deeper, wetter – breath mingling hot and quick.

His heart pounded. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he let his hands answer – stroking down William’s back, pulling him closer, gasping as their bodies pressed together, heat meeting heat.

The prince’s robe loosened under Est’s fingers and fell to the floor, leaving William bare to his gaze. Candlelight gilded every line of him – the smooth skin, the lean muscle, the faintest dusting of hair that trailed from his chest down his belly.

Est swallowed hard. He hadn’t imagined it could feel like this – the rush of desire, the awe, the way his hands itched to touch every part of him.

William smiled – a slow, knowing thing – and took Est’s hand, guiding it over his chest, his stomach, lower still.

“I keep thinking about your tongue,” he whispered, voice like smoke. “How you kissed me. How you looked when you came undone just from grinding against me. I wonder what you’d look like on your knees – quiet and obedient – with your lips stretched wide around my cock.”

Est sucked in a breath, fists clenching at his sides.

William’s mouth curved. He kissed Est’s neck, just below the jaw – then again, lower – a slow, open-mouthed drag of tongue and lips that left heat blooming under Est’s skin. Another kiss, harder. A suck that bloomed into a red mark.

“Let me teach you,” William whispered against his throat, biting just lightly. “You’ve never done it before, have you? I’ll guide you. I’ll show you how to worship me properly.”

Still, Est stayed frozen – eyes closed, breath shallow – but his cock was hard beneath the linen, pressing against his trousers, aching.

“Come now,” William murmured, stepping back, letting the robe slip from his shoulders entirely. Naked now – pale, lean, flushed from heat and wine – he walked backward and sat on the edge of the bed, legs parted, cock already half-hard. He cupped himself lazily, teasing his fingers along his shaft.

“You signed the contract,” William said. “That means you belong to me now. And I want your mouth on me.”

Est’s eyes snapped to his, unreadable – but he moved.

He walked forward slowly, dropping to his knees between William’s legs without a word. His hands rested on William’s thighs, palms broad and warm. He leaned in, breathing in the scent of the prince – clean skin, wine, desire.

William reached for him gently, cradling his jaw. “Look at me.”

Est did, still shy, but no longer hesitant. Just reverent.

He cupped William’s thighs, thumbs stroking upward toward the sharp angle of his hips as he leaned in, gaze raking over the sight before him. And gods, he looked. Drank it in. That long, gorgeous cock – flushed dark at the tip, already leaking with want – the way William’s chest rose and fell as he breathed through parted lips, the way his legs trembled, open and waiting for more.

“So fucking pretty,” Est murmured, voice husky, roughened with desire. His palms smoothed down, parting William further. “Even here.”

William smiled. 

“Start slow,” William murmured. “Use your tongue. Tease me first.”

Est leaned in, licking a slow stripe from base to tip. William let out a soft exhale, hand tightening in his hair.

“Just like that. Gods, your mouth looks perfect on me.”

Est licked again, then pressed a kiss to the tip, letting it linger. Then again – slower, wetter – dragging his tongue in slow circles until William hissed softly, hips shifting.

“Now take me in,” William whispered. “Let me feel how warm your mouth is.”

Est obeyed, wrapping his lips around the tip and sinking down slowly, carefully. His mouth stretched, hot and wet – the sensation making William groan outright.

“Fuck, Est – just like that – “

William guided his head, fingers tangled in his hair, moaning low and breathy as Est began to find a rhythm – slow, tentative, but eager, his hands braced against William’s thighs for balance.

“You’re learning so fast,” the prince whispered, voice wrecked with pleasure. “You like this, don’t you? Having me like this – falling apart in your mouth.”

He thrust a little deeper, groaning.

“Bet you’d let me fuck your throat if I asked. Would you? Would you choke on my cock just to make me moan for you?”

Est’s cheeks flushed, eyes closing as he relaxed his jaw and let the prince slide deeper – moaning softly around him.

William shuddered, breath catching.

But then, in a whisper – half a joke, half a dare – the prince said,

“You keep doing that, and I might start thinking you want me to fuck you instead,” he said, wicked and breathless. “Maybe you want to bend over and let me fill you up – stretch you open until you’re crying for it.”

That was it.

Est pulled off with a wet gasp, breath ragged. His dark eyes flicked up – and something had shifted.

He stood in one fluid movement, grabbed William by the jaw and kissed him – rough – biting his lip until William gasped, pulling him deeper until their bodies pressed flush.

He grabbed William by the throat, gentle but firm, and pushed him back against the bed.

And in a voice low, dangerous, possessive: “Not tonight,” he growled.

William stared up at him, pupils blown wide. “Oh?” he rasped.

Est bent to kiss William – hard, teeth dragging his lower lip, tongue claiming his mouth.

“You’re mine,” Est whispered against his mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so deep you won’t remember how to walk straight.”

William moaned, grinding up against him.

“Say it,” Est demanded, fingers gripping William’s wrists, pinning them above his head.

“I’m yours,” William gasped, voice cracking with heat. “Yours – fuck, Est, please – “

Est wasted no time.

He sat back on his heels, one hand sliding through his sweat-damp hair, the other gripping William’s jaw with steady pressure.

“You want me,” Est growled, hands sliding up to grip William’s hips, “so show me.”

“Get on your knees.”

William blinked, dazed.

Est’s grip firmed slightly, thumb stroking over his lower lip. “You wanted to tempt me, tease me, didn’t you?” he said, tone dark with possession. “Then take me in your mouth. Let me fuck that pretty throat of yours.”

William moaned – a soft, almost broken sound – and obeyed.

He pushed himself up shakily, settling between Est’s thighs on the floor. His hands came up to Est’s hips, reverent and eager, eyes glazed with lust and devotion.

Est’s cock was already hard again, glistening with sweat and want.

“Open,” he ordered.

William parted his lips instantly, obedient and willing – and Est slid the tip of his cock against his mouth, smearing precum across his tongue.

“You taste perfect,” William whispered, voice vibrating against Est’s skin as he moved – slow and sensual.

“Your Highness – ” Est gasped, voice broken, the honorific accidentally slipping out.

William pulled back just enough to murmur, “Est. Call me William.”

“You’re already so fucking hard,” William whispered, voice husky with lust as one hand slid down to palm Est’s bulge, rubbing it firmly.

Est’s hips jerked into his touch, breath hitching.

“You’re making me crazy,” Est groaned.

“You’re gorgeous,” the prince murmured with dark appreciation, leaning in to trail his lips along Est’s cock – breath fanning over his aching length before he flicked the tip with his tongue again.

Est’s knees nearly buckled at that.

“Gods, William – “

“That’s it,” Est whispered, threading a hand into William’s hair. “Look at you. So fucking good like this.”

And then he pushed in again.

Not gentle.

William’s eyes widened as Est slid deeper – inch by inch – into the heat of his mouth. He let out a gasp around him, hands clenching at Est’s thighs as his mouth stretched wide.

Est groaned, head falling back slightly. “Gods, your mouth,” he muttered. “So warm. So wet. So perfect.”

He began to move – shallow thrusts at first, savoring the way William gagged slightly, adjusted, and then relaxed his throat to take more.

“Don’t fight it,” Est murmured, gaze locked on him. “You take it so well, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.”

And he did.

He held William’s head in place and began thrusting harder, deeper – hips snapping forward as his cock slid down William’s throat again and again.

Tears welled in the corners of the prince’s eyes, saliva spilling freely from his lips, chin slick, jaw aching – but he didn’t pull away.

He moaned around Est, eyes fluttering, completely undone.

“Look at you,” Est growled, voice thick with desire. “Drooling. Teary. And so fucking desperate for more.”

His hand cradled the back of William’s head as he thrust again – brutal and unrelenting – the sound obscene as slick wetness filled the room.

“You’re mine,” Est whispered, hips jerking harder now. “My prince. No one else gets to see you like this.”

He looked back down – and the sight of the prince like this, willingly undone for him, nearly shattered the last of his restraint.

William gagged faintly, but didn’t pull back. If anything, he moaned around Est’s cock, the vibration making Est’s eyes flutter shut. His fingers dug into Est’s thighs, and he gave a needy little whimper like he was begging to be used.

Est cursed under his breath. His rhythm stuttered. That tight, wet heat around him was pulling him too close.

He felt it rising, the tightening in his core – heat crawling up his spine, his breath turning ragged – but just as he was on the verge –

He stopped.

Pulled out, rough and sudden.

A wet, lewd sound followed, William’s lips still parted, gasping as his tongue darted out – spit-slick and flushed, his eyes wide with shock, frustration, want.

“No,” he gasped, voice rough. “Why – Est – “

He looked almost desperate, lips red and swollen, still catching his breath.

Est leaned down sharply, one hand gripping his jaw, the other stroking possessively through his damp hair.

“You want it that badly?” Est asked, voice taut.

William licked his swollen lips. “I wanted to taste you,” he whispered. “Wanted you to come in my mouth.”

Est leaned down, his hand still cradling the prince’s jaw with surprising gentleness.

He kissed him then – rough and open-mouthed, claiming his lips with tongue and teeth, tasting himself on William’s mouth. The kiss left them both breathless.

Est pulled back just enough to whisper, voice thick with promise:

“When I come,” he said, slowly, deliberately, “it’ll be inside you.”

His fingers slid down, gripping William’s chin again, thumb brushing his lower lip. “When I’m buried so deep in your tight, perfect ass you forget how to speak.”

William whimpered at the words, his whole body shuddering.

“I’m going to fill you,” Est went on, biting at William’s jaw now, voice shaking from restraint, “so full you won’t be able to sit without thinking of me for days.”

William let out a desperate moan, hips grinding unconsciously against the floor, completely wrecked.

“I want you begging for it,” Est whispered, lips brushing his ear. “Begging for me to come while you’re writhing under me, pinned down, stuffed full. That’s how you’ll get it.”

His breath was fire, his hand still in William’s hair, holding him close.

“You’re not getting my cock anywhere but there,” Est added, possessive and low, “and when I come, it’ll be mine you’re leaking.”

William trembled – wrecked, panting, starving.

Est gave him a final kiss, a slow press of tongue and heat that promised everything and more .

And slowly, Est pushed him back against the pillows, kissing him hard – open-mouthed, biting, claiming – his hands already moving to part William’s thighs.

“Now,” he breathed against his neck, “show me where you want me most.”

William lay back on the pillows, flushed and wrecked from Est’s mouth and words alone, his legs parted beneath the warm press of Est’s hands. He was already trembling with anticipation, lips kiss-swollen, eyes half-lidded – but still defiant in that way Est was beginning to crave.

“Is this what you want?” William whispered, voice rasping as he reached down, guiding Est’s fingers lower – slow, suggestive. “Want me spread open for you like this?”

Est didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he bent over him again, lips brushing across William’s jaw, then down his throat, where his pulse beat fast and hot. He kissed it open-mouthed, then sucked gently, pulling bruises to the surface – not just one, but several, dotting a path like a claim. William arched up under him, breath catching as Est’s hands began roaming over his chest.

When his thumbs brushed William’s nipples, the prince jolted.

Est noticed.

So he did it again – slower, with intent – drawing a gasp from William that made Est’s eyes darken with hunger.

“You’re sensitive here,” Est murmured, fingers teasing, then mouth following – tongue flicking, then sucking until William writhed beneath him.

“Est – ” William gasped, fingers curling into the sheets.

But Est wasn’t finished.

He moved lower, trailing hot kisses down William’s chest, over his stomach – licking the faint sweat from his skin, mapping him with mouth and hands. Every inch. Every sound. Every shiver.

When he reached William’s thighs, he spread them further, deliberately slow, watching the way the prince responded – that mix of eager and impatient, needy and smug.

And then Est licked him – one long, possessive stroke from base to tip that had William moaning out loud.

“You’re already this hard for me,” Est said quietly, lips brushing against the tip. “From just my mouth. My voice.”

William’s hands found his hair again, tugging. “Then stop teasing and take me properly,” he said, tone almost desperate.

Est smirked.

“Say please.”

A beat. Then: “Please.”

And Est gave in – wrapping his lips around him fully this time, sinking down slow, swallowing inch by inch again, until William was gasping, head falling back, muscles trembling beneath him. Est worked him with his mouth, his hands, his throat – a deep, steady rhythm that had the prince completely undone.

William moaned, whined, begged.

Est pulled off with a lewd, wet sound – strings of spit connecting them.

“Don’t get used to that,” he said, voice ragged. “I just wanted you soft. Open.”

William blinked at him, still catching his breath – and then flushed deep as Est reached for the small jar beside the bed.

“Turn over.”

The command was quiet, deadly soft.

William obeyed.

He rolled onto his stomach, pressing his cheek into the pillow, arms folded beneath him, breath shallow as Est climbed behind him and spread him open with reverent, shaking hands.

“You’re perfect,” Est muttered, voice thick – more praise than he’d meant to say aloud. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He kissed down the small of William’s back, then lower still – his tongue hot and eager as he licked into him, slow and filthy, tasting him until William was gasping, hips pushing back desperately into Est’s face.

“Est – ” William’s voice cracked, body twitching as Est’s tongue made first contact. A slow, wet drag over that tight rim – deliberate, steady, so filthy and unhurried it made the prince shudder.

“Oh gods – ” William gasped, hands gripping the sheets as Est went back for more, licking deep, flattening his tongue against him, circling, teasing the soft muscle open with warm, slick persistence.

“Est – please – “

But Est didn’t stop.

He gripped his thighs wide and held him open as he tongued him, worked him, devoured him – until William was a shaking, sobbing mess, half-moaning his name like a litany.

Est groaned against him. Fuck, he loved this – having the prince beneath him like this, legs spread and twitching, hole glistening from his spit, practically begging to be taken.

“You taste so good,” Est growled against him, one hand moving up to palm William’s hip while the other reached to stroke his cock – slow and firm. “You want my cock in you so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes,” William hissed, hips jerking into Est’s hand. “Please – fuck, I need – “

But Est wasn’t done with him yet.

He licked deeper, the tip of his tongue pushing into that tight heat, feeling the way William clenched, the way his body opened for him, hungry and slick.

“Gods, you’re so tight,” Est murmured, voice dark with desire. “Going to stretch you open so good. Tongue-fuck you until you’re dripping.”

William let out a strangled cry, hands flying to his own thighs to keep them parted wider, heels digging into the bed as he pushed back against Est’s mouth.

“Please, more – Est, please – “

Est obliged.

He licked harder, deeper, until he was fucking him properly with his tongue, both hands gripping William’s thighs and holding him in place. He could feel the way William trembled, the way he panted and begged – hips rolling, cock flushed dark, leaking helplessly without a single touch.

“You’re losing it,” Est whispered, pulling back just enough to breathe before diving back in, lapping at him with hot, filthy intent. “And I haven’t even put a finger in yet.”

A few more strokes of his tongue and William was sobbing now – soft, desperate whimpers as he choked on his own breath.

“Est – please – I want you – ” William gasped. “I want to feel you inside – fuck me, please – “

Est pressed a kiss directly to his hole, tongue teasing one last circle around that soft, twitching rim.

“Not yet,” he whispered, voice low and possessive. “You’ll get my cock when you’re ready to take all of it.”

He leaned forward and kissed the prince’s inner thigh again, licking the sweat there, watching William’s cock twitch where it throbbed against his stomach.

And then, reverently – like he was worshiping a god – he leaned in and kissed the head of it.

“You’re perfect,” Est said, licking a bead of precum from the tip. “But I told you. I’m only coming inside you.”

By the time Est slicked his fingers and slid one inside, William was already begging.

“More,” he whispered. “More – I want you.”

“You’ve thought of this often?” Est breathed as he circled slick fingers against William’s entrance.

“Yes,” William hissed, eyes dark as they held Est’s. “More than you can imagine.”

Est prepped him slowly – not gently, but thoroughly – curling his fingers just right, drawing out every sharp breath, every twitch, every broken sound.

More oil followed, until William was moving his hips with a restless need, a quiet, ragged “Please.”

That sound nearly undid Est.

“You’re so beautiful, so strong,” William breathed against his lips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Est shuddered at the low rasp in his voice. “My prince,” he answered, breathless.

“William,” came the sharp correction – dark eyes locking onto Est’s. “When you’re fucking me, you’ll call me William.”

That single word – fucking – fell into the charged silence between them like a spark to dry tinder.

“Yes,” Est agreed, voice rough as he gave in to it.

He pulled back to coat himself thoroughly, gripping his aching length as he eased between William’s legs.

“You want this?” he whispered, just to hear him say it.

“Yes,” William answered without hesitation – eyes hooded, lips swollen. “I need it.”

Est pressed his aching thick cock to William’s entrance and paused, he bent low over his back and whispered:

“You remember what I said?”

William gasped, shivering. “You’d come inside me…”

Est bit his shoulder, hard.

“That’s right. And I will.”

And with one hard thrust – slow, possessive, endless – he buried himself to the hilt, pulling a hoarse cry from William’s throat.

Est held him there – deep, still – as he gritted out against his ear:

“Now you’re mine.”

Both of them gasped at that – Est’s breath shuddering, William’s hands clutching him hard enough to bruise.

“You’re so tight,” Est groaned, pulling out and pushing deeper, inch by aching inch, feeling the prince tense and tremble and then begin to relax around him.

“You feel… gods,” Est moaned against his ear, hands clamping onto his hips.

He watched William the whole time. The soft, bitten-open mouth. The way his lashes fluttered, chest heaving, hands clutching desperately at the sheets. He was shaking, not from pain but from how hard he was trying to stay still, to take it, to feel everything.

“God Est – ,” William gasped, voice trembling, “you’re – f-fuck – you’re big – “

Est let out a shaky breath through gritted teeth, trying to keep himself from thrusting deeper all at once. William’s body was so hot, so tight around him he thought he might lose it right then and there.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered hoarsely, leaning down to kiss the corner of William’s mouth, then lower – over his cheek, his jaw, the trembling curve of his throat. “So damn good for me.”

William’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels pressing against the small of his back, trying to pull him in faster.

But Est resisted.

“Not yet,” he growled. “I’m going to fill you slow. I want you to feel me, every inch.”

He buried himself deeper – a little at a time – rocking gently, letting William’s body open around him until his hips were finally flush against the prince’s, his cock buried completely inside.

William whimpered at the stretch, hands clawing at Est’s back now, dragging red lines into his skin.

“Est – please – ” he panted, sweat shining at his temples. “Move – I need you to move – “

Est kissed him hard in reply, teeth tugging at his bottom lip before he pulled back just enough to whisper darkly, “I told you I’d come when I was inside you. You think I’ll be gentle after that?”

He drew back slowly – almost all the way out – and slammed back in.

William cried out, head thrown back, eyes wide with shock and hunger.

Again – harder this time. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, sharp and rhythmic.

William was panting now, babbling between each thrust. “Est – gods – so deep – you feel so – “

“Louder,” Est snapped, grabbing his thigh and pushing it higher, opening him up further.

William obeyed – moaning louder, shamelessly, eyes rolled back as Est set a punishing rhythm, thrust after thrust sending him arching off the mattress.

“You’re perfect like this,” Est growled, bending to nip at a nipple, tongue flicking it wet and hot. “So fucking tight around me – like you were made to take me.”

He reached between them, wrapping a hand around William’s dripping cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“So full, aren’t you?” he murmured. “You love it, don’t you? My cock stretching you open, fucking you so deep you won’t walk straight tomorrow.”

William could barely form words now – only broken sounds of need as he clenched desperately around Est, begging with every moan.

“Harder,” William begged. “Don’t hold back. I can take it – I want it.”

That was all Est needed to lose himself.

He fucked him then – deeper, harder – each thrust driving a sharp moan from William as he gripped the sheets. The prince was utterly undone beneath him, slick and trembling, his hands scrabbling for purchase as Est held him firmly, pulling him back into every brutal stroke.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Est growled, one hand reaching around to stroke him in time with his thrusts.

He set a pace that was deep and deliberate – hips driving into William again and again, drawing shuddering moans that echoed off marble walls. Every thrust was met with William’s hands urging him closer, his legs locked tight around Est’s waist as they moved together – faster, harder – until the only sounds left were wet heat and the two of them breathless and needy.

Est leaned down and bit at his throat, sucking hard until a dark bruise bloomed across pale skin.

“Mine,” he said, thrusting deep. “Say it.”

William sobbed, “Yours – gods – Est, I’m yours – please – “

The possessiveness in Est snapped taut. He sat back on his heels, grabbing William by the hips and driving into him harder, deeper, faster – hips slamming against ass, sweat dripping down both their bodies as the bed creaked and shook beneath them.

William was a mess – flushed, soaked in sweat, eyes dazed with bliss. He looked completely undone, lost beneath him.

“Touch yourself,” Est ordered, his voice low and rough. “Stroke that pretty cock for me.”

William obeyed with trembling fingers, jerking himself fast – the added friction and Est’s unrelenting rhythm sending him spiraling fast toward the edge.

“Don’t come without me,” Est warned. “You wait. You come when I say.”

William bit his lip, nodding desperately – tears at the corners of his eyes from the intensity, the pressure, the ache of it all.

Est leaned down, kissing him hard as his hips started to stutter.

“I’m close,” he breathed. “You ready to come with me?”

William nodded helplessly, moaning into his mouth.

“Then take it,” Est snarled, biting his lip again. “Take every drop. I want you dripping with it.”

With a final deep thrust, Est buried himself to the hilt and groaned low in his throat – warmth flooding into William as his whole body shuddered with release.

Only a few seconds later, William cried out and came hard between them – his back arching, thighs shaking, cock pulsing in his hand as he spilled across his stomach and Est’s chest.

The room fell into silence, the sound of their breathing sharp and ragged.

Est stayed there for a moment, still inside him, his hands firm on William’s hips.

Then, slowly – tenderly – he leaned down and kissed the sweat-damp skin of William’s cheek.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, softer this time.

Est collapsed over him, breath shuddering against William’s ear as aftershocks rolled through his body. Sweat slicked their skin, heat and scent thick in the candlelit air, and for a moment they were both trembling together – spent and breathless.

For a long moment, they stayed like that – hearts racing, bodies tangled – Est pressed close and wrapped around him, breath warming the back of William’s neck as they slowly came back to themselves.

But it wasn’t over.

They hardly paused before William tugged Est close again.

“You’re not stopping,” William panted – voice hoarse, hands already searching for him – “not yet.”

William’s hand slid between them, stroking him back to hardness, eyes dark with need. “Again,” he whispered. “I want to feel you again.”

That admission sent a dark thrill through Est. Even as his body still throbbed with the intensity of his release, desire roared up in him again – sharper, hungrier than before.

“Fuck,” Est growled into his ear, kissing his neck as one hand slid possessively over his back.

“You mean that?”

“Yes,” William breathed, pressing back into him, lips parting on a shaky moan. “More. Harder.”

Est blinked slowly, his breath catching at the sound of that voice – so soft, desperate, raw.

“You’re still not satisfied?” he asked, his tone dark, amused.

William arched into him. “No,” he moaned. “Not even close. I want you again – slow or rough, I don’t care. I just – I want to feel you inside me again. Please…”

Est stared down at him, something hot and possessive tightening in his chest. William was flushed and glistening, legs open and inviting, lips swollen from kisses, his chest still rising and falling fast.

“You’re insatiable,” Est growled, leaning down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss. “Greedy prince.”

William whimpered into his mouth, hips rolling upward like he was trying to pull him back in.

That was all it took.

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UGHHHH I’m sorry guys – Top/Dom Est really gets me going jkskjfhFHlkljdf. I don’t know how to stop. The scene got so long I had to cut and edit. And there’s still more to come.

Hope y’all liked the filthy, hot, sexy mess that this chapter was. Clearly smut is where I excel aaahhhhh.

Anyway, ENJOY and leave me your thoughts in the comments.