Trying to read a book about the complex structure of magic wasn't so easy, but trying to read it while an enormous body of a certain tanned and golden-haired warrior was draped across the table in such an erotic way that half of the castle's female staff was there ogling the handsome man and muttering between themselves, was actually even harder. And this was the only discovery Dorian Havilliard made from the two hours he spent trying to read a 3000 page analysis, but only made it past the 30th page because of the famous womanizer who have suddenly decided to keep Dorian some company.
He huffed for the millionth time and tried reading the page again, he could practically hear the smug smile radiating from the man before him. What have he done to deserve this? Didn't this man hate him or something? He could still feel the thorns scratching his skin. He had offered to keep this walking disaster company (kings orders, but still), but after being so brutally rejected, he really started to wonder what the man wanted from him right now?
"Dear Lord, look at his muscles, I really want to bite them!" one of the girls close to where Dorian was sitting whispered to her friend perhaps.
"And his hair looks like silk, I wonder what it smells like?" her friend whispered in return. This was driving Dorian mad. How did they still find things to keep talking about? He was pretty sure that somebody even mentioned his nails like this is way more disturbing even from the fact that he had magic flowing in his blood. And not to mention they were so busy ogling the man to even notice the books Dorian was reading.
He growled and changed the page.
"Do my lovely female admirers bother you, Prince?" that sinistrous voice was giving him chills he did not want to experience.
"No more than your presence, that's for sure," he muttered mostly to himself, but that didn't stop the chuckle that escaped Aedion Ashryver's lips.
"My dear maidens, would you be so kind to leave us alone with the prince for a brief moment, I will attend to your needs later." Dorian bet their needs were going to be extremely satisfied. All of the staff was gone within seconds, leaving Dorian alone with that predator calling himself General. Dorian wondered if he requested their immediate dismissal, would they be this fast. He waited for Aedion to speak, to tell him what he wanted or needed or whatever.
After what seemed like 10 minutes of grave silence, Dorian was on the verge of beating that stupid smirk so hard there will be no teeth left in that scandalous mouth of his.
"My, my, Prince, your glare is wounding me and here I was trying to act nicely and apologize for my inept behavior for the past few weeks."
"We should emphasize on 'act' and leave it there," Dorian huffed and decided to start reading another book. This one was way too complex for his beginner knowledge. He demonstratively closed his book and put it down the desk. He reached for a new one, a bit thinner from the previous, but looking a lot more inviting. And just before he could grab it, another hand grabbed his wrist pulling him forward until his upper body was sprawled all over the books on the table. Another arm grabbed his chin and lifted his head, so he could look straight into the famous turquoise eyes ringed with gold. A single golden strand brushed against Dorian's cheekbone, making him shiver.
"What-" but he was rudely interrupted by a hard squeeze and Aedion's icy breath on his face.
"I thought you wanted to cut the 'act', Prince," he inclined his head looking at him with innocent eyes. Dorian glared daggers at the man and used his free hand to grab Aedion's one on his chin, he tried to move it, but his grip was practically iron. "Aw, look at the little princeling being manhandled like a common maiden." Dorian blushed and cursed himself for being so stupid and even allowing things to escalate so much. He knew nothing good would come out of the General's presence. "And blushing like one, too."
"Get your filthy hands away from me, Ashryver!" Dorian growled silently.
"Oh, but I have so much other things in mind planned for tonight and I really like you sprawled like that in front of me, you're quite the view, Prince," Aedion looked at him as if Dorian was some wanted prey, finally caught by the predator stalking it. And Dorian didn't like this look at all.
"Go and assert your dominance somewhere else, General, it is not wanted here," he tried to put on a malicious glare, but he knew that Aedion could see the uncertainty behind it. And not to mention that Aedion was looking down at him with such hunger, that he could hear something in him snapping, making him smell the scent that was purely Aedion, appreciate the raw power he was emitting-
"Quit lying to yourself, Prince, I know you can feel it too," Aedion brushed his lips against his ear. "My smell is driving you crazy, isn't it?"
And with that question Dorian can remember all the time in the past few weeks, when even being in the same room with Aedion was enough to put his senses on fire. "Yours is practically suffocating me, dear Dorian." The Prince gasped loudly, feeling the heated stirring in his pants at his name being said by the Ashryver in this deep tone. This was not supposed to happen. Aedion shouldn't have noticed it, he hid it so well. Dorian tried to avert his eyes away from the man in front of him, but to no avail.
"Oh, no, don't hide from me. You've been doing it far too long for my liking to be honest," Aedion scented the place behind Dorian's ear, his nose brushing against the shell of it. But Dorian was deaf and blind for what was happening, his only thoughts were concentrated on how to escape this situation with his dignity intact. "Focus, Prince. I want all of your attention on me, when I'm about to do this-" And before Dorian could even muster what was happening, he was already on his knees on the desk, both of his hands immobile in Aedion's iron hold. He started trashing, but a hiss escaping through his mouth and he felt Ashryver's body freeze solid.
Aedion blinked once. Twice.
Then a cat-like grin spread on his lips. But before the Prince could say anything, a hand was moving towards his-
"Did I make you hard, Prince?" Aedion purred approvingly, his strong arm grabbing the bulge in Dorian's pants, rubbing his palm against it. "My, my, what a surprise." The pressure was becoming too much for Dorian.
"Stop-please!"
"Already begging, and here I was, planning to toy with you some more." Aedion licked his lips looking straight into Dorian's eyes.
So that's why Aedion has come today, he wanted to bully him, expose him, laugh at him for how disgusting Dorian was and his even more disgusting needs.
"If you have come here to humiliate me, you're doing a pretty good job," he only managed to see Aedion's nostrils flare, before he erupted.
"Humiliate you?! I've come to put my heart out in front of you and you tell me I'm trying to humiliate you." To give him some points, the General looked really outraged at what Dorian had said to him. The Prince just looked at him agape, his eyes filled with surprise making Aedion sigh and shake his head unbelievably. Was Dorian deaf, dumb or inexperienced? Aedion was truly smitten with the guy. And to think that this idiot's scent was calling to him, haunting him every night…Somebody was definitely playing stupid tricks with him. But Dorian's smell was awaking something dormant in him, something that was telling him to take the Prince and make him his, protect him, care for him. He tried to stop these thoughts, tried to give Dorian space, but the stupid Prince was always there, provoking him. And now the time to make the Prince to face everything has come. "Really? Was this the only thing your sex-deprived mind could muster?" Aedion chuckled, continuing his ministrations.
"I'm not sex-deprived." Huffed the Prince, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy. Oh, how Aedion wanted to devour him on the spot.
"Have I bedded you before, Prince?"
"W-wh-what?! N-no!" Dorian stuttered like some virgin maiden. For god's sake, he has slept with his fair share of women and even some men, to know better. But this General was going to be the end of him. Aedion just smirked deviously at him, palming him harder, making Dorian moan and try to hide his face in Aedion's neck, but that just led him to inhaling even more of his scent, the golden hair brushing against his nose, making him shiver in anticipation.
"Then you definitely are sex-deprived." Aedion grinned like a cat, basking in the mewls emitting from the Prince. "Oh, I'm going to take a really good care of you, Dorian." His hand was playing him like a finely tuned instrument. Dorian nearly choked, when the hand got in his pants and gripped him. "That's more like it." Aedion purred while Dorian's lips parted in a silent cry. Aedion's own breath caught in his throat, mouth suddenly dry. He did this, he made that Prince's body taut. That barely audible cry rip from that supple throat.
"I-I don't give up-ughn-control that easily, Ashryver!" Dorian tried to piece together the last of his dignity but one firm stroke literally smashed it to the ground.
Aedion purred, closing his eyes for a moment to sniff from Dorian's collarbone up to his temple, feeling him trying to shift away. When he opened his eyes, he could look at the determined gaze of the Prince and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Get used to it, Havilliard."
Dorian's vocal protest was cut short by a clash of teeth and mouths. The kiss was a brutal battle of dominance, but they both know who would surely win, and with one devilish stroke Aedion broke the kiss to see Dorian release a pent up moan.
Aedion wanted more, he smashed their lips together, tongue delving easily through parted lips. Dorian tried to fight, but ended up arching into that skillful grip, groaning as he felt a heat building up inside of him.
The corner of the library was filled with groans and moans, Dorian tried to pull his hands free, but the grip on them only tightened. His cock swelled under Aedion's skilled ministrations, cursing when he cupped his balls, making the Prince mewl oh-so-nicely.
"I've been wondering, Prince, have you ever thought at night about me fucking the life out of you, hm?" he licked Dorian's neck, making him shudder deliciously.
"You wish," Dorian growled. Aedion's moth brushed against Dorian's collarbone as he chuckled darkly, watching the Prince's head tilt upwards and not even thinking about that it gave him full access to his throat.
"Oh, the only one here with the wish will be you wishing me to have fucked you sooner."
Dorian stiffened like an ice under him, trying to warn him, "Ahryver, don't you dare-"
Aedion smirked and chuckled. "Too late for that, Prince." His large hand palmed the Prince roughly, extracting a moan from these plumped pink lips, Dorian shuddered, hand pumping that full cock slowly and without mercy. Aedion felt that body arch and jerk under his skill, drank in those wonderful sounds.
"General, if you don't stop-"
"You're really kinky aren't you? Continuing calling me that-" suddenly Aedion's whole demeneor changed. "Would you like me to bend you over like a newly trained soldier?" his deep voice rumbled through Dorian, his head falling back, mouth agape, eyes rolling back. "And here I thought you were a boring bookworm," Aedion laughed. He couldn't wait to have that body served on a bed only for his hunger to satisfy.
"I-ah-I can't hold it much-ngh-longer," Dorian's hips were starting to shake, barely holding his body up.
"Come, Dorian," Aedion commanded, increasing the tempo of his strokes, demanding for a release. Watching the Prince's body buck helplessly into it, whines and moans dripping tastefully past his lips.
Havilliard's face flushed as that large hand took a firmer grasp of him, then continued pumping him, fondling his sac, teasing his slit. He even dared brushing deep between Dorian's legs to play against his entrance. He hissed and writhed and moaned uncontrollably.
"Prince Dorian!" someone shouted.
One particular stroke worked him so well that a tear fell from Dorian's eye. This was too much.
"Prince Dorian, are you there?" he could already hear the footsteps.
Canine teeth broke through the porcelain skin on his neck.
Dorian whimpered.
The demanding squeeze his cock received was enough to make him come so hard, that he barely heard Aedion saying something like "God, what I'd do to you." And then lost consciousness for a few seconds.
The next thing he remembers is sitting on the chair, where he previously stood, one of the guards telling him something about that his father has requested his presence, and Aedion sitting on the chair across his, his back to the guards, licking white substance from his fingers, his pink tongue rolling around them like a cat's, while not taking his eyes away from Dorian even for a second. A well pleased grin adoring his sharp features. The turquoise-golden eyes promising him so much more.