Chapter 94: Sated

Darius groaned around the cock, a low, resonant vibration that travelled up the length of Basil’s hard on and settled in his spine like a struck bell, the sound rippling straight through his balls and making them draw tight. The sound was wet, obscene, a slick, rhythmic counterpoint to the hiss of the shower. Steam curled into Basil’s lungs with every broken gasp.

"Ah...ah...Darius...please...urhhhh...erhumahh"

His voice cracked on the final syllable, the word shattering into a desperate moan. The tile was cool against his back, a sharp contrast to the furnace of Darius’s mouth, his legs were shaking so hard they threatened to buckle.

Darius worked him with a single-minded devotion, his tongue tracing the thick vein along the underside before curling around the ridge of his glans. He sucked with a wet, pulling pressure that made Basil’s vision swim, each hard pull drawing a fresh spurt of pre-cum from his slit.

Each time Darius pulled back, he left him glistening, spit-slick and exposed to the cool air for a fraction of a second before Darius swallowed him down again, his throat a tight, perfect channel that squeezed and rippled around the head. It was too much.

Still It wasn’t enough.

Basil’s thighs trembled against Darius’s shoulders, the muscles twitching with a raw, overspent exhaustion. He had been emptied, wrung out, fucked into a state of blissful ruin. Every nerve ending was scraped hollow. And yet his cock stayed hard, twitching against Darius’s tongue like it still had more to give.

Pleasure climbed through him in relentless pulses. Ruthless. Inevitable. Another wave building from the ashes of the numerous times Darius had already made him come. He didn’t know his body could still do this, could still reach for more after being given everything. His hips jerked forward, an involuntary thrust that pushed him deeper into that wet heat, and Darius hummed in approval. The vibration rattled through his pelvis, straight into his balls.

"God...please—"

Darius pulled off just long enough to speak, his lips dragging against the sensitive skin.

"You want me to stop?"

Basil couldn’t answer fast enough. His hands tangled in Darius’s wet hair, gripping hard, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. He was so sensitive it bordered on pain, every flick of Darius’s tongue a brand of pure electricity that made his thighs shake. But his orgasm was already coiling at the base of his spine, a tight, demanding knot that refused to be ignored. Darius took him down to the root again, his nose pressed into the wet curls at the base of Basil’s cock. He swallowed around him, throat working in a slow, deliberate rhythm that felt like being milked from the inside out. His hands, those impossibly strong, warm hands, gripped Basil’s ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding him steady, holding him open for whatever Darius wanted to do next.

"I’m going to cum," Basil gasped, his nails raking across Darius’s scalp. "I’m cumming...Darius...please...please...I can’t...I’m—"

He tried to push Darius’s head away, his palms flat against his temples. But the gesture was weak, his arms trembling, and Darius didn’t budge. Instead, his fingers tightened on Basil’s hips, a possessive, grounding squeeze, and he hummed again, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated straight through Basil’s already fracturing control, forcing the orgasm closer.

The vibration tipped him over the edge like a hand shoving him from a cliff.

Basil screamed when it hit. A raw, strangled sob tore from his throat, echoing off the marble walls. His body convulsed, back arching off the tile, hips stuttering as he spilled down Darius’s throat. The world flashed white, then gray, then nothing at all. His vision went dark at the edges, narrowing to a single point of sensation, his cock pulsing, Darius swallowing, thick ropes of cum sliding down his throat in heavy spurts.

His knees gave out entirely.

He was falling, a boneless slide toward the hard marble floor, and then he wasn’t. Darius caught him before he hit the tile, one arm hooking under his knees, the other around his back, lifting him as if he were made of spun glass. Basil’s head lolled against his shoulder, his breath coming in shallow, hitching little gasps. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He was a puddle of warm, trembling flesh in Darius’s arms.

Darius looked down at him, a soft, satisfied smile curving his lips as he cradled the spent prince close to his chest. He simply carried him across the bathroom, his wet feet leaving prints on the marble, and lowered him carefully into the tub. Basil didn’t stir as the warm water rose around him, didn’t react even when Darius knelt beside the tub and scooped water over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Darius’s hands were impossibly gentle now, washing away the dried cum and sweat that clung to Basil’s skin, the evidence of their hours together. He poured water over Basil’s hair, working his fingers through the tangles, and Basil’s eyes fluttered closed. The world was soft and distant, muffled by the sound of water and the steady beat of his own heart.

When the water cooled, Darius lifted him out again, wrapping him in a thick towel that swallowed his trembling limbs. He carried him through the steam-filled room, and Basil was dimly aware of the soft give of the mattress beneath him, of the towel being tugged away, of the cool sheets against his overheated skin.

Then nothing at all.

He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Darius climbed onto the bed and lay beside him, his head propped on one hand. He watched Basil for a long, silent moment, his eyes tracing the flushed curve of his cheek, the damp fan of his lashes, the small, exhausted pout of his lips. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, soft and sated, almost reverent. He still can’t believe this is real. He still can’t believe he got to make love with his prince. This has to be the best day of his life if he wasn’t dreaming, of course.

He pulled the blanket up to Basil’s chin, tucking it around his shoulders. "Rest, my prince," he whispered, and bent to press one last kiss to his forehead. "We’ll talk when you wake up."

He was sure Basil would have a thousand questions for him and he was fully ready to answer them all without leaving anything out.

But for now, Darius was content to watch him sleep, the steady rise and fall of Basil’s chest the only sound in the quiet room.