Chapter 22

They barely moved all night.

William had curled up against Est like a vine around a tree – one leg flung over his hip, an arm slung across his chest, and his face pressed into the crook of Est’s neck. He clung like warmth itself, as if afraid Est might slip away in his sleep.

Est woke slowly, the way one did after too little sleep and too much emotion – head heavy, limbs sore, skin oversensitive from too many memories that still lingered like heat on his body.

And then he realized he couldn’t move.

There was a leg slung over his hip. An arm wrapped tight across his chest. A nose pressed into the base of his throat, warm puffs of breath ghosting over his collarbones.

William.

He was draped across Est like a blanket. One made of heat and need and utter clinginess. A full-body koala, practically glued to him.

Est didn’t even try to fight it. Not yet. He closed his eyes again, breathing in the prince’s scent – skin, sweat, the faint trace of oils from the bath last night. Comforting. Familiar. Dangerous.

Until –

He felt warm breath against his collarbone, a soft sigh brushing his skin, and a slow, deliberate drag of lips just beneath his jaw.

At first, he thought he might be dreaming.

Then came the kisses.

Soft. Wet. Open-mouthed. Unhurried.

A mouth pressing against his throat, his neck, his shoulder – slow and sensual, lips parting slightly, tongue flicking warm and sinful against the notch where his pulse beat.

Est groaned low in his chest, still halfway between sleep and waking.

Est blinked blearily, only half conscious. “Are you… kissing me awake?”

“Mmh,” William murmured sleepily, lips never leaving his skin. “You’re warm. And you taste nice.”

“That’s not how this works,” Est said, trying to suppress the shiver running down his spine.

“Waking you up,” William murmured, voice heavy with sleep and mischief. He mouthed another kiss to the dip between Est’s collarbones, then gave it a slow lick. “I thought I’d try something more effective than knocking.”

Est groaned – partly in protest, partly at the feel of William’s fingers sneaking under the blanket. One of them had wandered low. Very low.

And then the hand joined in.

It was already beneath the covers. Wandering. Trailing across his chest, skimming over his stomach, dipping lower.

It slid over his stomach, creeping beneath the hem of the blanket with a very clear destination. Fingers light and slow, teasing, just barely brushing the waistband of his sleep trousers.

Est caught his wrist.

“William.”

“Est.”

“You’re injured.”

William groaned, rolling closer. “I’m fine.”

“You limped to the bath last night.”

“I was dramatic and I’m healed,” came the innocent whisper, muffled against his neck. “Completely.”

“You’re not,” Est said, eyes still closed, muscles tensing. “And I said no last night. You need to rest.”

William huffed dramatically. “You’re very boring when you’re being responsible.”

“I’m being careful,” Est muttered, arm tightening reflexively around William’s waist, trying to still the prince’s sinful movements. “You need at least another day to recover, and – “

William nipped his collarbone.

Est jolted slightly, a startled sound in his throat. His eyes flew open.

William smiled against his skin. “You didn’t say no to that.”

“You said your muscles were sore when we got into bed.”

“Well, they’re better now,” William huffed, dragging his thigh up against Est’s hip, grinding faintly. “I healed overnight. Like a phoenix. Or a very determined pervert.”

Est exhaled a broken laugh, reaching blindly to catch William’s hand before it could cause more trouble.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I had one night off. That’s practically a drought.”

Est gave him a look, but William wasn’t having it. He pressed himself flush against him, breath hot against Est’s throat as he nipped lightly, boldly, at the sensitive skin there.

“Stop it.”

“I was deprived. Do you have any idea how long that feels to someone as deeply repressed as me?”

Est snorted. “You’re not repressed.”

“I am,” William insisted. “I’m just very good at hiding it. But you bring out the worst in me – the part of me that wants to climb you like a tree first thing in the morning.”

Est kissed his temple without thinking.

“That’s not the best part?”

William smirked, then rolled on top of him in one slow, fluid movement – straddling Est’s hips, thighs spread wide, hands braced on his chest.

He leaned down, kissed him – soft at first, then deeper. Slower. Hotter.

Est groaned against his mouth, hands gripping his hips on instinct.

“William,” he warned again.

Est rolled onto his side, dislodging William only slightly – not enough to stop the kisses now traveling lower, dangerously close to his chest. William looked up at him, eyes half-lidded and sinful.

“I missed you,” he whispered, nuzzling close. “Even when you were right next to me.”

“William, please.”

“I’m just proving a point,” he said, tongue trailing lower, laving a wet stripe across Est’s pec before kissing a nipple – soft at first, then sucking gently until Est hissed through his teeth.

Est’s fingers clenched in the sheets.

“Stop,” he said weakly. “I mean it.”

William paused only to glance up at him through thick lashes, eyes dark and mischievous. “I don’t believe you.”

Est groaned, tipping his head back. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re hard.”

That earned a grunt. “Because you’re in my bed, half-naked, rubbing yourself all over me like some needy little thing.”

“I am a needy little thing,” William agreed, utterly shameless. “And I know you like it.”

He shifted, grinding down – just enough to make Est curse and buck slightly beneath him.

William grinned triumphantly and leaned in for a kiss – deep, languid, teasing.

Est responded before he could stop himself. Their mouths slid together, tongues curling, slow and wet. The kiss grew hotter, deeper, until Est had one hand tangled in William’s hair, the other gripping his hip tight enough to bruise.

William moaned into the kiss, hips rolling. His robe had already slipped halfway off his shoulders.

“You’re not playing fair,” Est panted against his lips.

“I never do,” William whispered, trailing kisses down his throat, back to his chest.

Est let him – just for a moment. Just to feel the heat of his mouth, the way his tongue flicked out to taste skin, how deliberate and reverent every movement had become.

Then he remembered why he’d said no in the first place.

He tried again, gently pushing at William’s shoulder. “Enough. You’re still – “

William kissed down his neck again, slower this time. “Let me take care of you.”

“I’m supposed to take care of you.”

“Then stop wasting time.”

Est flipped them without warning, pressing William into the mattress. He hovered there, staring down at the prince beneath him – tousled hair, kiss-bitten lips, the faintest bruise still lingering on his throat. He looked devastating.

“I’m not doing anything unless you’re completely okay.”

“I’m better than okay,” William whispered, eyes dark now. “I’m yours.”

Something in Est snapped.

He kissed him – hard this time. Open-mouthed, demanding, letting days of pent-up want bleed through every movement. William moaned into it, nails digging into Est’s shoulders, hips rising in silent invitation.

Est’s hand slipped between them, palming him through thin fabric – slow at first, then firmer as William gasped and arched up into the touch.

“Sensitive?” Est murmured against his lips.

“Always. With you.”

“Good.”

He worked him with one hand, kissing him with the other braced beside William’s head – until the prince was panting, flushed, thighs falling further apart.

Est dragged his mouth lower, tracing a path down his chest, tongue flicking over a nipple and drawing out a sharp gasp.

He looked up through his lashes. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not,” William said breathlessly. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.“

Est didn’t.

His mouth moved lower. His hand slipped beneath the waistband and freed William’s cock – hot, flushed, already leaking at the tip. He licked a slow, teasing stripe along the underside, watching the prince tremble.

“Oh my god,” William whimpered. “You’re actually trying to kill me.”

“Just making up for yesterday,” Est said, voice hoarse now.

“You’re not even sorry.”

“I’m very sorry.”

“I want to take care of you,” Est said, voice low, rough, reverent. “Let me pamper you a little, your highness.”

He didn’t wait for permission – just leaned down and took him into his mouth, slow and deep.

William whimpered. “Fuck – Est – “

He took him into his mouth slowly – inch by inch – and William broke apart. Hands tangled in Est’s hair. Hips stuttering. Voice cracking on every moan.

It was wet, warm, worshipful. Est sucked him with unhurried strokes, tongue sliding beneath the head, fingers digging gently into William’s thighs to hold him still. William arched up into it, breath stuttering, hands curling tight into the sheets.

“Gods – yes – Est – “

It didn’t take long.

His body was still sensitive, still warm and sore from the night before, but Est’s mouth made him forget everything else. He came with a soft, shuddering cry – legs trembling, one hand fisting in Est’s hair.

William came apart beautifully.

Est had taken his time – slow, thorough, worshipful – swallowing him down to the root and working him with the kind of relentless care that bordered on reverence. William had clung to him like a lifeline, breath ragged, thighs trembling, moaning broken pleas into the morning air until he finally shuddered apart, spilling hot down Est’s throat with a choked cry.

Est didn’t stop until William was twitching from overstimulation, hips jerking, fingers tangled tight in his hair.

Est swallowed everything.

Then slowly pulled back, kissing the inside of William’s thigh, then his hip, then up his stomach. He laid himself down beside him again, reaching to wipe his lips.

William was still breathless, flushed, blissed out.

William’s eyes were glassy, dazed. His skin glowed with a post-orgasmic flush, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy hell,” he mumbled.

Est smiled faintly. “Recovering?”

William’s eyes slid shut. “No. Dead. You killed me. Congratulations.”

Est kissed his cheek, then lay back beside him, gathering him close again under the sheet, his own body still hot, aching, straining against the fabric of his pants.

William blinked slowly, then lifted his head.

He shifted – turned toward Est and pushed him down onto his back.

“My turn.”

Est caught his wrists gently. “No.”

“You didn’t come.”

“I didn’t need to.”

“Liar.”

“I wanted to take care of you.”

“And I want to take care of you,” William said, already propping himself up, eyes dark with determination.

Est huffed a laugh. “Not today.”

William didn’t listen. He climbed into Est’s lap in one sinuous motion, straddling his thighs, kissing him hard before Est could get another word out.

“You’re really going to lie here with that gorgeous cock of yours untouched?”

“Yes.”

William leaned in, kissing his jaw, his throat, grinding down slowly. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Est groaned, his self-control fraying.

William kissed him again – it was slow but deep – tongue slick, lips plush, tasting himself on Est’s tongue and clearly not minding one bit. Est groaned softly, hands gripping William’s waist instinctively as the prince rolled his hips down, grinding slowly over the hardness beneath him.

“You’re not making this easy,” Est muttered, trying to keep his breath even.

“Not trying to.”

He kissed along Est’s jaw, then down his neck. “You were going to just leave me like this? All needy and wanting?”

“I handled you.”

“Yes. Exactly. So now it’s my turn.”

Est tried to protest again, but William dragged his hips across him just right – drawing a hiss from deep in his throat.

“I’m fine,” William whispered, kissing just below his ear. “We don’t have to do anything… intense… We don’t have to go the… usual route…”

Est raised an eyebrow, breath catching. “What does that mean?”

William sat up slightly, straddling Est’s hips with all the confidence of a spoiled prince, fingers tracing slow circles against Est’s abs.

“I mean,” he whispered, voice husky and wicked, “You could fuck my thighs instead.”

He nipped gently, then added in a sinfully low voice, “No penetration. Just… between.”

Est’s eyes flew open.

William smiled – slow and dangerous.

Est swallowed hard. His hands clenched on William’s hips. “William – “

“We bring the oil over,” William murmured, kissing him again. “I get on top. You use me. No penetration. No strain. No soreness. Just heat. Pressure. Your skin against mine.”

“And if that still feels like too much,” William added, “you can lie back and let me ride your cock with my legs closed around it. All slick and tight. I’ll even warm the oil for you myself.”

Est made a strangled sound.

“I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name,” William promised, tone silken and sure. “And if you behave, I might even let you use my mouth after.”

“God – William – “

“Please,” the prince said, rolling his hips one more time, slow and deliberate. “I want to feel you lose control. Just a little.”

Est groaned, head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut. His restraint was splintering. Quickly.

William leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“Let me ruin you a little,” he whispered. “You deserve it.”

Est cursed softly, then sat up with a growl, flipping William onto his back – but gently this time, reverent even in his urgency. Their eyes locked.

“I’m going to make a mess,” Est warned, voice hoarse.

William grinned. “Good.”

William licked into his mouth, slow and sinful. “Please, I want you.” he whispered.

Est didn’t even know when his hand had reached for the oil.

But he had. And William smirked.

Est slicked his fingers with the warm oil, his breath already uneven as he looked down at William – stretched out, inviting, eyes dark with want. The prince’s legs parted lazily as Est settled between them, and when Est’s hands slid along the insides of his thighs, William shivered.

“You really want this?” Est asked quietly – the ghost of restraint still clinging to his voice, even though the hunger in his eyes had long since bloomed.

William’s grin was slow, wicked. “Do you really need to ask?”

“Turn around,” he murmured.

William grinned and obeyed, shifting so his back was to Est, nestling between his thighs again. Est poured the oil – slow, warm, slicking his cock first, then William’s inner thighs, rubbing it in with reverent hands.

Est’s slick fingers moved with slow, reverent care – oiling the soft skin between William’s thighs, right beneath his balls, just above his rim. William hissed at the sensation, hips giving a soft jerk.

“Easy,” Est murmured. “Relax.”

William tried – but when Est’s cock brushed the oiled space between his thighs, he moaned helplessly.

The tight press of William’s thighs around his cock was heaven – soft and hot and slick, every grind making him shudder. William leaned forward slightly, bracing himself, glancing back over his shoulder with that infuriating smile.

“Go on, Est,” he whispered. “Fuck me like you mean it. Use me.”

Est lined himself up – and then pressed forward, sliding between William’s slick thighs with a low, guttural groan. “Fuck – William.”

“Gods, Est,” William gasped, hips jerking. “Your cock feels so good – fuck – so thick – hot – fuck me just like that.”

He gasped at the drag of Est’s cock – hot and thick and aching – sliding back and forth between his thighs, nudging up against his oversensitive rim and his balls every few thrusts. His legs clenched instinctively, giving Est even more friction.

“Holy hell,” Est grunted, hands gripping William’s hips, grinding harder.

“I love how big you are,” William gasped. “How hard you get for me. You know what it does to me – watching you hold back like this? Knowing I can make you snap?”

Est gritted his teeth, hands clenching around William’s hips. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you love it,” William shot back, breathless and flushed. “You love how needy I get for your cock. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

Est thrust again, harder, grinding between his thighs – the slick slide obscene now, warm and wet and so tight it made his vision go white.

William whimpered, then dropped his voice low and filthy. “You could fuck me anywhere, you know that? Against a wall, on this bed, over the damn throne – and I’d take it, I’d beg for it.”

Est groaned, his control shattering one thrust at a time.

“I love the way you ruin me,” William whispered, voice shaking. “Love feeling your cock between my thighs. Love knowing I’m the only one you fuck like this – tell me I’m the only one – “

“You are,” Est growled. “The only one. My prince. My everything.”

William’s head dropped back, his thighs squeezing, his cock twitching helplessly again.

William looked utterly debauched – flushed, hair wild against the pillows, breath quickening again.

“Look at you,” Est murmured, voice dark with wonder. “So fucking pretty like this.”

He thrust again, slower this time – savoring the heat, the tension, the way William’s thighs squeezed him so tightly he could barely move.

“You’re hard again,” Est muttered against his ear. “Just from this? Fucking your thighs has you so worked up you’re gonna come again?”

William gasped. “It’s the oil – the heat – your cock – Est – please – don’t stop – “

Est pumped him in time with his thrusts, grinding deep and slow, then fast and hard, alternating until William was a mess of gasps and moans beneath him.

William arched, eyes fluttering. “Feels so good,” he whispered. “God, Est – harder – “

Est didn’t need to be asked twice.

He braced himself, pace deepening. Each glide was slick, sinful – the oil letting him fuck William’s thighs with enough pressure to make them both gasp.

The friction was delicious – William’s thighs tight and perfect, the oil making every stroke fluid and filthy. Est groaned deep, gripping William’s hips, rutting between his thighs with abandon.

William rocked with him, letting out little gasps, looking wrecked even from this – cock hard again, hips twitching with every thrust.

“You like this?” Est panted. “Letting me use you like this?”

“Mm-hmm,” William moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop – “

Est didn’t. He drove in harder, thrusting faster now, breathing ragged, cock sliding perfectly through that channel, the heat building fast.

William was gone – eyes fluttering, mouth slack. His cock bobbed gently with every movement, already beginning to leak again from sheer friction.

“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” Est whispered, leaning over him, dragging his cock slow and hard between William’s thighs. “From this? Just this?”

William nodded, nearly delirious.

Est leaned in, capturing his mouth in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tongue tangling with his as he thrust again – harder, rougher, hips snapping forward with purpose.

“You like being spoiled like this?” Est growled. “Being worshipped?”

William whimpered against his lips. “Yes – please – Est – fuck – “

Est groaned, hips slamming forward once, twice – his cock throbbing with each slide, the friction almost too much, almost not enough.

“I’m gonna come – fuck – Est, please – “

“Do it,” Est growled. “Come all over yourself. Let me see.”

And William did.

He came with a wrecked, drawn-out cry – body jerking, cock spurting over Est’s hand and his own belly. He shook from it, thighs trembling, every inch of him slick and flushed and trembling.

Est didn’t stop. He kept fucking between his thighs, harder now, desperate, chasing his own release. William was gasping, panting, overstimulated but so clearly into it – moaning with every thrust, murmuring Est’s name like a prayer.

The clenching of William’s thighs and the sound of his voice – wrecked, wild – was all it took.

Est’s rhythm stuttered. His grip tightened. And with one final thrust, he came hard – deep between William’s thighs, coating the inside of them with hot release as he bit down gently on the prince’s shoulder, groaning low and long.

The aftermath was heat and breath and silence.

Est stayed there, buried between William’s legs, trembling faintly, head buried in his neck.

William was limp beneath him, panting, eyes barely open, but glowing.

“That,” William whispered, voice wrecked and proud, “was one hell of a thank-you.”

Est let out a rough breath of a laugh. “You’ll kill me one day.”

William grinned sleepily. “Gladly.”

They stayed tangled like that, breathing together – and when Est finally pulled away, carefully, William’s thighs were slick and flushed.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and oil and satisfaction.

William lay boneless across the sheets, flushed and glowing, streaked with slick and cum, his thighs sticky, his skin shimmering with sweat. Est was beside him, arms curled loosely around his waist, breath slowly evening out. Neither of them spoke for a long minute, just the soft sound of skin against skin as they lay tangled together.

Eventually, William hummed – low and pleased – and stretched out with the slow satisfaction of a cat in the sun. “Gods,” he muttered, “I can’t feel my legs.”

Est laughed softly into his shoulder. “That was kind of the point.”

William swatted him lazily. “You’re lucky I like you so much.”

“I know,” Est murmured, kissing the curve of his shoulder.

They lay there for another beat until Est finally stirred. He propped himself up and looked down at William with something reverent in his eyes – a soft affection that made William’s chest ache.

“Come on,” Est said. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

William groaned. “Again? I’ll fall asleep in the bath.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“I’m not an invalid.”

“You just came twice and begged me to fuck your thighs. You’re halfway there.”

William flushed and slapped his chest. “Ass.”

Est chuckled and gathered him up, guiding him to the bathing room with practiced care. The warm water was already drawn – thanks to Est’s earlier request – and he gently helped William in, sliding in beside him once they were settled.

It was quiet and warm, their skin brushing under the water, arms and legs tangled easily. Est took the cloth and ran it gently over William’s stomach, between his thighs, wiping away the last of the mess.

The water was warm and scented, a soft cloud of steam rising around their bare shoulders. Est sat with his back against the marble, one arm resting along the edge of the tub, the other gently curved around William, who was draped against his chest like he belonged there.

William sighed, languid and flushed, letting Est rinse the sweat and slick from between his thighs. His body was pliant, relaxed – but his eyes still burned with something slower, more simmering.

Est had just leaned in to kiss his shoulder again when William murmured, “I expect you in my bed tonight.”

Est blinked. “What?”

William tilted his head just slightly, lips brushing Est’s jaw. “After the formal dinner. When you’re done being my picture-perfect guard, I want you in my chambers. Undressed. Ready.”

Est’s heart skipped a beat. William didn’t sound teasing. Not entirely. His voice was too smooth, too confident. Possessive in a way that shot straight to Est’s gut.

“And tomorrow,” William continued, drawing idle circles on Est’s chest with one damp finger, “there’s nothing that requires me. A few events for the royal guests – wine tastings, garden tours, something with hawks. Entirely optional.”

He glanced up, eyes glinting now. “I’ll be pulling out of all of it.”

Est’s throat dried. “You’ll be… staying in?”

William nodded, pleased. “Mhm. In bed. With you. All morning. All afternoon, if you’re lucky.”

He smirked, soft but undeniably wicked. “I plan to make up for lost time.”

Est swallowed. “You really are going to kill me.”

William hummed, pressing a kiss under his ear. “No. I’m going to pamper you. Use you. Let you use me. Maybe sit on your cock until I lose my mind.”

Est groaned. His grip tightened instinctively around William’s waist.

William leaned in closer, voice barely a whisper now. “Maybe you could be good and fuck me across every surface in the room. Slowly this time. Or maybe I ride you until you forget your own name.”

“Gods – ” Est muttered, biting back a groan. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I’m deadly serious,” William said with a straight face. “You think I forgot what you did to me last night? How you said I looked so pretty when I begged? I want more of that. Just slower. Longer. Lazier. All day.”

Est looked like he might combust.

And then – as if he hadn’t just undone Est completely – William leaned back, resting his head on his shoulder again, voice suddenly softer.

“I deserve a day off. After all, I played the good prince last night.”

“You were perfect,” Est said honestly.

William snorted. “Perfectly exhausted, maybe. My cheeks still hurt from all the smiling.”

They shared a quiet laugh, the tension between them eased, molten into something warmer now.

After a pause, William added, “My sister’s prospects have been narrowed down.”

“Well – my parents did, really. But it’s down to three.”

Est raised a brow. “That’s… progress.”

William snorted. “Apparently all went well during the private meetings. No brawls. No broken arrangements. Not even a single backhanded insult over supper. Miracles happen.”

“Does she like any of them?”

I think she’s leaning toward one – Lord Anen, probably. He’s decent. And he makes her laugh.”

“That’s rare. Do you approve of him?”

William considered. “I trust she’ll make the best of it. But gods, I can’t wait for it to be over. Just a few more days and I can go back to pretending I’m irrelevant again.”

Est traced a slow circle over his shoulder. “You’re not irrelevant.”

“Mm. Don’t say that. I like having plausible deniability.”

“I’m glad she found someone she likes..”

“I know. We might just survive this season after all.”

Est kissed his temple. “How many days left?”

“Three,” William murmured, eyes closing. “And then peace.”

He tilted his head. “And if you’re still with me at the end of it, I might kidnap you for a week. Take you somewhere quiet. No guards. No politics. No protocol. Just you and me. And a very large bed.”

Est’s breath caught.

William smiled. “That’s what you get for being good.”

—-

The soft rustle of linen and quiet shuffle of boots broke the peaceful hush of the morning chamber. William was pulling on the final gold-threaded sash over his inner tunic, while Est, hair still slightly damp from the bath, was adjusting the collar of his black-and-navy uniform – his belt still undone, tunic open at the throat.

Sunlight streamed lazily through the high windows, warm on their skin, golden against bare forearms and wet hair. The air still held the faint scent of oils and heated skin from earlier.

They were smiling – something quiet passed between them. A soft, unspoken promise. Tonight.

Then came the knock. Sharp. Insistent.

Before either of them could call out, a muffled voice tried to intervene.

“My Prince – please, he’s not – “

But the doors swung open with force, and Prince James strode in, brushing off the attendant at his heel like a speck of dust.

He stopped in his tracks. He took it all in like a man piecing together a puzzle he’d already solved.

And his eyes lit with something cruel.

“Well,” James said, taking in the scene: Est’s half-buttoned tunic, William’s freshly flushed cheeks, the rumpled state of the bedding still visible beyond them. “Isn’t this cozy.”

Est’s eyes sharpened the moment he saw him – and he moved without hesitation, stepping directly in front of William with practiced precision. His posture was relaxed, but the kind of relaxed that meant control, strength barely leashed. Silent warning in every line of his body.

William’s shoulders also tensed, hand instinctively going to Est’s wrist.

“Get out,” he said coldly.

James didn’t move. His smirk widened.

“A whore’s got you wrapped around his finger, little brother. That’s new. Even for you.”

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