Chapter 10: Unveiling Desires

Eirik's rough hands caressed Aeryn's slender chest, his fingers finding the prince's nipples and giving them a teasing twist. Aeryn let out a soft groan, his back arching slightly at the sensation, and Eirik couldn't help but notice the prince's hardness pressing against him, mirroring his own. The desire between them was electric, palpable.

Without breaking the connection, Eirik moved off Aeryn, quickly ridding himself of his pants. He reached for the vial of oil beside the lamp, his eyes filled with hunger and affection as he returned to Aeryn, bringing his well-oiled fingers to the boy's hips. But just as he was about to proceed, Aeryn stilled his hand.

Eirik paused, looking at Aeryn with curiosity and concern. The boy's face was flushed red, and his lips trembled as he struggled to say what was on his mind. "Could... could you perhaps..." Aeryn stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He was clearly embarrassed, but Eirik was patient. He leaned in, his breath hot against Aeryn's ear.

"Tell me your desire, little prince," Eirik whispered, his voice low and soothing. "And I will make it happen."

Aeryn trembled under Eirik's gaze, his eyes flickering with uncertainty and want. His voice was so quiet, almost inaudible as he muttered, "Could you... stretch me more this time, with more oil?"

Eirik felt a pang of guilt wash over him. He should have realized sooner how important it was to fully prepare his delicate spouse. He kissed Aeryn's forehead gently, murmuring an apology. "I can do better," he promised, his voice tender yet filled with a hint of excitement.

Climbing back onto the bed, Eirik lifted Aeryn's legs gently, his movements slow and purposeful. The prince's eyes widened in confusion, but the moment he saw the mischievous smile on Eirik's face, he understood what was about to happen. Panic flashed across Aeryn's face, but before he could protest, he felt something warm and wet.

Aeryn gasped, his entire body trembling as Eirik's tongue expertly teased him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and shock rippling through him. The moan that escaped Aeryn's lips was louder than anything he'd ever uttered before, his head falling back against the pillows as he clutched the sheets, completely lost in the feeling.

Eirik's name fell from his lips, breathless and desperate, as the lord continued to pleasure him, taking his time, ensuring every movement was deliberate and intense.

Eirik's warm breath ghosted over Aeryn's thighs as he positioned himself between the prince's legs. The cool air of the room contrasted with the heat radiating from his body, making Aeryn shiver, though not from the cold. He was trembling from the anticipation, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The lord's hands, strong and steady, gripped Aeryn's thighs, spreading them gently as he lowered his head.

Eirik shifted above Aeryn, his eyes locked onto the young prince's flushed face. Aeryn, now thoroughly stretched and prepared by Eirik's careful touch and tongue, lay beneath him with his chest heaving, eyes glazed over with pleasure. The lord could feel his own pulse racing as he aligned himself, careful not to rush, wanting to savor the moment.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Eirik entered Aeryn. The prince's body tensed for a moment, a gasp escaping his lips, but soon it melted into a moan—soft at first, then louder as the sensation overtook him. This time, Aeryn could feel the difference. There was no discomfort, only pleasure, more intense than before. His body felt alive in a way it hadn't during their previous encounters. His fingers clutched onto Eirik's shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he cried out, "E-Eirik!"

Tears welled up in Aeryn's eyes, spilling down his cheeks, though they weren't from pain. The overwhelming mix of pleasure and the emotions coursing through him made him tremble beneath his husband. Eirik, noticing the tears, immediately hushed him, leaning down to press gentle kisses across Aeryn's face.

"You're doing so well, my little prince," Eirik whispered, his voice thick with both arousal and tenderness. "I've got you. I'm here. You're safe with me."

Aeryn whimpered softly, his hands grasping onto Eirik as the older man began to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts at first, letting Aeryn adjust to the sensation, his body responding eagerly. Eirik watched the way Aeryn writhed beneath him, how his small hands clung to him as though he were the only thing keeping the young prince grounded in the sea of pleasure washing over him.

With every movement, Aeryn's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sounds of their lovemaking. His legs wrapped tightly around Eirik's waist, drawing him closer, deeper, as if he couldn't bear to be apart from him even for a moment. His voice trembled as he gasped, "Eirik... Eirik, it feels so... good."

Eirik's own restraint began to falter, the feel of Aeryn's warmth and tightness around him, combined with the sight of his flushed, tear-streaked face, was too much to bear. He increased his pace, his body moving more urgently against his husband's. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with Aeryn's cries of pleasure.

The prince was lost in sensation, every nerve alight with pleasure as Eirik took him higher and higher. His body moved instinctively, matching Eirik's rhythm, his hands desperately clinging to the man above him. Tears of ecstasy continued to spill from his eyes, and he gasped as he was overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

"E-Eirik!" Aeryn cried out, his voice breaking as the pleasure built up to an unbearable peak.

Eirik, feeling his own release approaching, pressed one final kiss to Aeryn's forehead, whispering softly, "I've got you, my love."

With a few more powerful thrusts, they both tumbled over the edge together. Aeryn's body convulsed beneath Eirik, his moans loud and raw as pleasure coursed through him, his release spilling between them. Eirik followed soon after, his release leaving him shaking as he held Aeryn close, pressing kisses to his tear-streaked face.

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, Eirik's large body covering Aeryn's smaller form protectively. Eirik gently wiped away the tears from Aeryn's cheeks, leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips.

"You were perfect," Eirik murmured, his voice full of affection.

Aeryn blushed deeply, still trying to catch his breath. "I... I didn't mean to cry."

Eirik smiled and pressed another kiss to his forehead. "Those weren't sad tears, were they?"

Aeryn shook his head, still a bit shy. "No..."

Eirik chuckled softly, pulling Aeryn close to his chest and wrapping his strong arms around him. "Then there's nothing to worry about, little prince."

After a while, Eirik gently lifted himself off Aeryn and cleaned them both up before slipping back into bed beside him. He held Aeryn for a few more minutes, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment, until he realized they would have to get up soon.

"Come, let's get dressed. We'll be late for breakfast," Eirik said, his voice a low rumble as he kissed the top of Aeryn's head.

Aeryn, still flushed from the intensity of their lovemaking, nodded sleepily and allowed Eirik to help him up. They dressed quietly, stealing glances and soft smiles at one another, before heading downstairs to join the rest of the household for breakfast.

Aeryn's confusion quickly gave way to shock when Eirik's lips pressed against his most sensitive spot. The prince's body jerked in response, his eyes widening, but before he could form a protest, Eirik's tongue slid out, warm and slick. It moved with deliberate slowness, teasing, tasting, exploring Aeryn's trembling body in ways the young prince had never experienced before.

The sensation was like nothing Aeryn had felt before—intense, electric, and deeply intimate. His mind struggled to keep up with what was happening, but his body knew exactly how to react. He threw his head back, gasping as pleasure shot through him, his fingers curling instinctively into the bedsheets. "E-Eirik..." Aeryn moaned, his voice shaky, barely able to handle the overwhelming sensation.

Eirik's tongue circled slowly, teasing the entrance with a careful, expert rhythm. He was thorough, taking his time to ensure Aeryn was ready for him. Every flick of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure racing through the prince's body, making him writhe beneath Eirik, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.

Aeryn's thighs began to quiver uncontrollably, his skin flushed with heat. He bit down on his lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape him, but Eirik wasn't going to let him hold back. The lord increased the intensity, his tongue pressing deeper, tasting him fully, his hands never leaving Aeryn's hips, keeping him steady as the prince bucked against him in uncontrollable pleasure.

The wet, slick sounds of Eirik's tongue mingled with Aeryn's soft gasps and moans. The young prince was completely undone, his body entirely at Eirik's mercy. The combination of the lord's touch and his mouth made Aeryn feel vulnerable yet cherished, and every inch of him was alive with sensation. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure as Eirik continued, unrelenting, tasting and preparing him with infinite care.

As Eirik's tongue worked its magic, Aeryn's entire body felt like it was on fire. His hips began to rise instinctively, pressing against Eirik's mouth, seeking more of the pleasure that was flooding through him. The pressure built inside him, coiling tighter and tighter until he thought he might explode from the intensity.

"E-Eirik, please," Aeryn whimpered, his voice shaking, the pleasure so overwhelming it was almost too much. His legs quivered uncontrollably as Eirik finally pulled back slightly, leaving the prince gasping for breath, his body still trembling from the aftershocks.