Chapter 101: Sleeping Beauty Is My Torture

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Sleeping Beauty Is My Torture

~Third- POV~

The Longest Night of Frederick’s Life

"Gladly," Frederick whispered against his mouth, kissing him tenderly.

He deepened the kiss, his lips moving against Reynold’s in a slow, possessive kiss that tasted of sweet wine and pure devotion. Reynold melted in his arms, his soft sighs vibrating against Frederick’s chest as all his ridiculous worries and overthought fears completely dissolved.

Frederick carefully helped him up from the floor. Reynold’s steps were unsteady, his body soft and heavy with wine, so Frederick guided him the short distance to the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress together, Reynold landing on top of him with a quiet, breathy laugh that quickly faded into silence.

For a long moment Frederick simply looked at him.

Reynold’s face was flushed a deep, pretty pink, lips parted and slightly swollen from kissing. His eyes were heavy-lidded, unfocused, the kind of drunk that made him look softer, more open.

Frederick reached up and brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead, studying every detail of that dazed expression.

Then he leaned up and kissed him again.

This kiss was deeper from the start. Frederick’s lips moved slowly against his, coaxing, tasting the lingering sweetness of wine. Reynold responded with a soft, uncoordinated slide of his tongue, messy and warm.

The friction sent a sharp pulse of heat through Frederick. His cock hardened almost instantly, pressing thick and heavy against Reynold’s thigh. Reynold had always had that effect on him; one slow, open-mouthed kiss was enough to leave him aching.

Frederick’s hands settled on Reynold’s waist, holding him in place as the kiss grew hotter. Wet. Deeper. Reynold made a small, dazed sound into his mouth, and Frederick felt his own breathing turn rougher.

With their lips still locked together, Frederick reached between their bodies and pressed his palm against the soft fabric of Reynold’s white trousers. He rubbed him slowly, deliberately, feeling the shape of him through the material, testing his reaction.

Reynold’s entire body jerked at the sudden touch. A breathy gasp spilled into Frederick’s mouth. "Oh... Daddy..."

Frederick continued the steady, friction-filled strokes, feeling Reynold grow harder beneath his palm.

"Do you want me, baby?" he murmured against Reynold’s lips.

Reynold’s eyelids fluttered, heavy and half-closed as the alcohol weighed on him. "Hmm..."

"Baby, please don’t fall asleep yet," Frederick whispered, his voice thick with desire as he trailed kisses down Reynold’s throat. "Daddy needs you awake."

Reynold only let out a soft, incoherent hum, body loose and floating. It wasn’t enough. Frederick needed him conscious, needed him fully aware of what they were about to share.

He reached down and smoothly unzipped Reynold’s trousers. Sliding his hand past the waistband of the white boxers, he wrapped his fingers around the warm, heavy length of him. Reynold let out a sharp, needy moan. "Huh..."

Frederick stroked him firmly from the slick head down to the base, thumb flicking lightly over the tip. "Do you want me?"

Reynold only nodded weakly, lips parted but no words coming out.

"Say it," Frederick said, voice low and firm. His eyes stayed locked on Reynold’s hazy ones. "Say, ’Yes, I want you.’"

Reynold swallowed hard. Another small nod.

"Yes... yes, Daddy..."

"I want you so bad tonight," Frederick murmured against his collarbone, still stroking him in a steady rhythm. "Don’t go to sleep on me."

With his free hand, Frederick reached down to unbutton his own trousers, catching Reynold’s limp hand and guiding it inside to wrap around his throbbing shaft. The second Reynold’s warm palm touched him, Frederick growled, a heavy groan tearing from his throat.

"Fuck, Reynold... your hand feels so good," Frederick rasped, hovering over his mouth. "Can you still hear me, sweetheart?"

Reynold gave a faint, slow nod. "Yes..."

"I really want to fuck you tonight. Do you hear me? I want to fuck you so good." Frederick’s hips twitched into the loose grip. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Reynold nodded vaguely through the heavy drunken fog.

Frederick moved Reynold’s hand along his length, thrusting up into the touch, but the hesitant, limp grip wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to the shell of Reynold’s ear, whispering dark, filthy promises, trying to pull any response from him.

But the wine had already taken complete hold.

Reynold’s hand suddenly went slack and slipped away. His lips stopped answering the kisses. Even when Frederick pressed another deep kiss to his mouth, Reynold’s head rolled gently to the side. Soft, rhythmic snores began against Frederick’s chest.

Frederick lay there, flushed, breathless, and still rock-hard, staring up at the young man sleeping in his arms. He called his name softly.

"Reynold? Sweetheart?"

Reynold didn’t move. Completely lost in a deep, peaceful sleep.

A fond, helpless smile broke across Frederick’s face. He let out a quiet sigh and smoothed a stray lock of hair from Reynold’s forehead. "It’s okay, baby... We can do it in the morning."

Carefully, he rolled Reynold off his chest and laid his head gently onto the soft pillows. Then he pushed himself off the mattress and went into the bathroom. He returned with a plush hand towel and a glass bowl of warm water, setting them on the bedside table before stepping into the walk-in closet for a pair of soft silk pajamas.

Back at the bed, Frederick slowly stripped Reynold of every piece of clothing until he lay completely bare against the sheets. The sight of that gorgeous, naked body made Frederick’s cock throb painfully. A dark, hungry impulse whispered for him to spread those pale thighs and take what he wanted right then and there.

He shut the thought down at once.

Taking advantage of Reynold while he was asleep and defenseless was out of the question. It was wrong. It would destroy the trust they had built.

Frederick pushed aside the dark thoughts and wrung out the warm towel, tenderly cleaning Reynold’s body and wiping away the faint sheen of sweat from earlier. He dressed him carefully in the loose silk pajamas, tucked him beneath the thick duvet, and pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

After making sure Reynold was comfortable, Frederick gathered the bowl and towel and returned them to the bathroom. He then stripped out of his own clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the water hot. Steam quickly filled the enclosure as the spray beat against his shoulders.

It did nothing to ease the ache.

His cock was still heavy and swollen, the memory of Reynold’s warm hand and soft, drunken moans still vivid. Frederick braced one hand against the tiled wall and wrapped the other around himself. He stroked slowly at first, eyes closed, replaying the way Reynold had melted against him.

Then his grip tightened.

The strokes grew faster, rougher. Water ran down his chest and over his fist as he fucked into his own hand, hips rolling with every pull.

A low, frustrated groan escaped him. He imagined burying himself inside Reynold instead, stretching him open, hearing those soft "Daddy" moans against his ear. The thought pushed him higher. His breathing turned harsh. His hand flew over his cock in tight, wet strokes until the pleasure finally snapped.

Frederick came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist and washing away under the hot water. He kept stroking through it, hips jerking, a rough sound tearing from his throat as the last pulses left him.

Only when his body finally began to settle did he rest his forehead against the cool, wet tile, breathing hard. Yet, his shaft remained stubbornly hard, throbbing with an intense, unyielding ache, craving the real thing.

"Fuck, Reynold..." Frederick rasped, his voice rough over the rush of the water. "Look what you’re doing to me. I can’t even get satisfied like this. Even with my own hand, my body still needs you."

He stayed beneath the stream for a few more minutes, his cock still heavy and demanding, aching for Reynold’s skin. Accepting that he would just have to endure the agony until morning, Frederick finally stepped out of the bathroom, dried off, and tied a loose silk robe around his waist.

He walked back into the dimly lit bedroom, fully intending to slide into bed silently. But the second he crossed the threshold, every ounce of composure he had fought so hard to muster completely snapped.

Reynold had kicked the heavy duvet down to the foot of the bed. Worse, in his sleep-drunken heat, he had squirmed out of the silk pajamas Frederick had painstakingly put on him. He was lying completely bare on the crisp white sheets, his body stretched out in the most agonizingly tempting display imaginable.

Frederick swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. His rock-hard cock twitched violently beneath the silk robe. As if the universe were actively testing him, Reynold rolled onto his side, bending one knee high up toward his chest. The position exposed the smooth curve of his thighs, revealing his soft, bare skin and his snug balls cradled between his legs.

Frederick stood frozen at the edge of the rug, literally fighting for his sanity. The temptation was overwhelming. His cock, which he had just tried to soothe with ice-cold water, throbbed back to life with a vengeance, harder than before.

Reynold stirred slightly, bringing one hand to his lower back to lazily scratch his skin, his hips shifting against the mattress as he settled back into sleep. Every small, unconscious movement felt like a deliberate torture engineered just for Frederick.

Groaning under his breath, Frederick carefully climbed onto his side of the bed. He immediately turned his back to Reynold, staring fixedly at the dark wall, desperate to block out the view. But his mind screamed at him to turn around, to take just one more look. He lay there stiff as a board, fighting a losing battle against his own raw desire while Reynold slept peacefully beside him.

Sleeping was out of the question. For hours, Frederick lay awake in the dark, every muscle tense. Whenever his eyes drifted shut, the persistent ache between his legs forced them open again.

Then, around 4:26 a.m., Reynold shifted. He rolled across the mattress and buried his face against Frederick’s chest. In the process, his bare hand flopped over and landed squarely on top of Frederick’s rock-hard cock through the thin silk of the robe.

"Fuck..." Frederick hissed through his teeth, instantly catching Reynold’s wrist and lifting the hand away as if he’d been burned.

More restless minutes dragged by. It was past five when Reynold finally stirred properly. He smacked...