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feeling of the silk on his skin. He pulled more strands from the braid, one kiss melting
into another as he held Kane's head in place.
Kane groaned, tongue sliding against his own, body fighting him in tiny, almost
unnoticeable ways. He let one hand slide down over Kane's neck, tugged at the fastenings
holding the neat clothes closed. There was something about getting Kane to let go of his
training, of his need to be in control, that made Eric hard.
"Sire. I must think..." Kane's eyes were burning for him, shining.
"We are safe here. You'll have plenty of time to think." He bit at Kane's lower lip, fingers
continuing to work open Kane's shirt. "Later."
"My lord..." He could feel duty battling with need.
"That's right, K. Your lord said later." He licked at Kane's chin, nibbling on the skin
there, teeth scraping as one tie after another was opened.
"I..." Kane's skin was smooth, silken, soft, and touched by him alone.
He tugged the shirt off Kane's shoulders, hands exploring that fine skin, touches gentle,
thorough. When he was sure he had Kane's attention, those icy eyes so hot for him, he let
his fingernails scratch across Kane's nipples.
The tiny bits of flesh perked up, went tight and hard and dark for him.
Eric purred. Oh yes. Yes. So receptive. His.
His mouth slid to one of Kane's nipples, tongue teasing the bit of flesh before his teeth
closed over it, biting down.
"Sire!" Kane groaned, gasped, arched under his touch.
"That's me," he teased, licking again, slowly making his way over to Kane's other nipple.
He wondered idly if there were toys up here. And if there weren't, he'd have to correct
that.
He bit at Kane's other nipple, fingers moving down to stroke the taut belly. The tiny hairs
above Kane's low-slung pants fascinated his fingers, his touch. He kept coming back to
them, sliding his fingertips over them as he hummed. Wrapping his lips around Kane's
nipple, his tongue slid over the hard little bit of flesh as he sucked vigorously, bringing
the blood to the surface.
He'd shaved Kane there, more than once, made his strong bodyguard bare and open to his
touch, to his will. He let his palm drift down to press upon the bulge pushing against
Kane's tight pants. His fingers caught the hairs between them and tugged.
Kane grunted, arched, hips rolling. "Sire."
He loved how many different ways Kane could say his name, how many sounds Kane's
need had. He worked at Kane's fastenings, bumping the needy cock time and again.
Kane's stomach was hard, heated against his hand, muscles shaking as he fought to reach
skin.
At last, he had the leather pants open, Kane's prick pushing out into his hand. So eager.
Kane's body knew what it wanted, what it needed. Moaning, Eric wrapped his fingers
around the heated column and tugged, his mouth sliding back up to leave a mark on
Kane's collarbone, where it wouldn't be seen but where the shirt would rub.
He got a deep moan, Kane's hands opening and closing, over and over. Those hips rolled,
so slowly, just barely answering his hand's touch. He brought their mouths back together
again, tongue pushing in between Kane's lips, taking that taste back into himself. His free
hand grabbed Kane's and pulled it to his own shirt. Kane's fingers flattened against his
chest, searching, touching, assuring that he was whole, safe, unharmed.
"Take the shirt off, Kane." He was ready for them to be skin on skin, to feel the silk of
Kane's body against his own.
"Pushy king." The words were almost too quiet to hear.
He nipped hard at Kane's lower, lip, moaning at the sudden taste of copper. He licked the
hurt away and wrapped his mouth around Kane's lip, sucking, teeth scraping as he slowly
let it go again. "Off."
"Yes, Sire." That low voice, the sudden passion within it, made him stop, listen.
He looked into Kane's eyes and nodded. "Yes." No one had ever loved him more.
His shirt was removed, carefully, reverently, the fading sunlight turning the room rose.
He slid his hands along Kane's arms, squeezing the strong biceps. So powerful, all his. It
was a heady feeling, to know that no one else had ever been allowed to touch, to feel this,
that Kane's purpose was to be his protector, his beloved, his.
"I love to feel your hands on me, Kane." He chuckled, fingers twisting one of Kane's
nipples. "Love having my hands on you."
Kane flushed rose, the compliment accepted with a tiny gasp. Eric moaned
appreciatively, loving that sound. He let his eyes travel from Kane's head and down to the
silver curls that crowned the long, hard cock, Kane's balls drawing up beneath.
"Are there toys, Kane? Any at all?"
"Why would your safe room hold such items of perversity?" Wicked man. Now he
simply had to find them.
He pressed close, fingers wrapping around Kane's balls, tugging on them gently. For
now. "Because you need them."
"I..." Kane moaned, admitting that need painfully difficult.
"What did you secret away up here, Kane? Whips? Floggers? Things to fill you with?"
He tugged a little harder on Kane's sacs.
Kane arched, thighs spreading. "There is a box, my lord. With duplicates of the items in
your chambers."
"Oh, you wanted it all. You greedy, greedy man." He laughed, pressed close, absolutely
delighted.
"Not greedy. I simply know my king." Stubborn man. He knew the truth, though, knew
that Kane needed everything they did together.
"And I know my Kane." His hands let Kane's balls go, slid up along the heated length of
Kane's prick. "Where's the box?"
"Hidden in the back of the armory chest. In case another found the room."
He stroked along the heat of Kane's cock, fingers sliding over the slit and spreading the
liquid there. "You think of everything."
"It is my duty." And it was so seriously taken to heart.
"It is more than your duty." He licked the mark he'd left on Kane's collarbone. "Get it for
me."
"Yes, Sire." Kane nodded, stepped away and settled the leather pants on those leans hips
before unlocking the arms cabinets and bending to dig out the box.
He pouted. "Kane... for the love of your king, take the pants off when you bend like that."
Kane stood, stared over at him, and for a moment, Eric saw the young man again, just
barely hidden in that beloved face. "Eric!"
He laughed, let his eyes travel the length of Kane's body, let Kane see how much he
admired. "Your body deserves to be admired, K."
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