Chapter Eight: Lauden

Lauden stared at the man in his bed—the expanse of pale, unmarked skin, the round ass, the dark hair falling in waves on the pillow.

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You can do this, he told himself. You must do this.

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"Is something wrong?" Ayrie asked.

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Heat suffused Lauden's cheeks. "No. Nothing. Let me find something to—er, ease the entry." He started to move away from the bed, but Ayrie's next words stopped him.

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"No need. Both Fae males and females are self-lubricating when aroused." Leaning forward, Ayrie put his weight on his elbows, giving Lauden an excellent view of his new husband's glistening pink asshole. Did that mean…that Ayrie was aroused? Unable to help himself, he ran this tip of his index finger over the wrinkled pucker; then, when Ayrie gasped, he quickly pulled his hand away.

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"Lauden. Fuck me fast and hard and get it over with."

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Lauden almost swallowed his tongue at the brash words. But the Fae was right; they had a task to complete. No point in putting it off any longer. Ayrie didn't seem in any way concerned, so why should he be?

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Squaring his shoulders, Lauden climbed onto the bed behind Ayrie, eyes once more roaming over the expanse of pale skin, a confusing juxtaposition of curves and muscle. Moments ago, when Ayrie had unexpectedly dropped his robes, Lauden had been momentarily struck speechless. As attractive as Ayrie's face was, his body was also a work of art. He was a man—but he was beautiful.

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Resting his palms on the round orbs of Arie's ass, Lauden squeezed, watching his fingers leave red marks on the ample flesh.

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Clearly, this wasn't going to be as difficult as he'd feared. His cock was already hard. How could that be?

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But maybe not so odd, he thought. From this perspective, I could be mounting a woman.

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Ayrie looked inquiringly at Lauden from over his shoulder and arched one dark brow in question.

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Telling himself to get on with it, Lauden pressed the leaking head of his engorged member to Ayrie's asshole.

​​"Do you need--"

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"Just do it," Ayrie said, then gasped as Lauden pushed into him in one smooth glide. Swallowing hard, he began to thrust, setting a steady pace.

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Ayrie's grunts and cries filled the room, fueling Lauden's desire. He told himself he should be disgusted because Ayrie sounded like the man he was and not at all like a woman. But something about the noises he made every time Lauden sank into him made Lauden want to do it again and again. Before long, they were both sweating and breathing hard. Lost in passion, Lauden unthinkingly gathered up a handful of Ayrie's dark, luxuriant hair and held it as he pumped into him. Ayrie's moan sent a shiver through Lauden's body.

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When Lauden's balls drew up, he fought off his impending orgasm. Not because he was enjoying fucking a man. Any moment now his baser senses would realize it was not a woman's ass he was plundering and he would lose his erection. He needed to deliver his seed before then. But his pride would not allow him to finish until Ayrie had had his pleasure. He wasn't some brute who fucked someone and left them unfulfilled.

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What does the Fae's pleasure matter? This is a business transaction! a voice in his head objected.

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Ignoring it, Lauden spread himself over Ayrie, covering the Fae's smaller form with his larger one. Letting go of Ayrie's hair, he slipped his hand between Ayrie and the bed, taking hold of the Fae's cock. He wasn't hard, and that wouldn't do. Pretending it was himself he was pleasuring, Lauden began to fondle it, twisting his wrist on every upstroke while his free hand balanced him on the bed. When Ayrie began to harden, pride rose in Lauden's chest.

 

He watched Ayrie's hands grip the sheets beneath him, felt him arch his back and widen his legs. He's enjoying this, Lauden thought. Suddenly, Ayrie's body tightened around Lauden's cock and he cried out. With a rush of pleasure so intense Lauden vibrated with it, he spilled his seed into Ayrie's upturned ass, forcing it down deep with several more hard thrusts before withdrawing and stumbling off the bed to his feet and then backward into a chair.

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Ayrie collapsed onto his belly, and Lauden, weak and spent, stared at the pearly white cum leaking from the stretched hole he'd just vacated.

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How can it have been so pleasurable?

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It must have been the fact that Lauden had never fucked anyone in the ass before. It had been so tight—like a vice on his cock. Of course it would feel good.

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Ayrie moaned, and Lauden's eyes fell to the two red handprints he'd left on the white globes of Ayrie's ass, then lower to where Lauden's seed trickled down the inside of his husband's toned thighs. Lauden's cock responded, rising and arching away from his body as it stiffened, and with a curse, Lauden climbed onto the bed again and pushed into Ayrie's relaxed body, groaning with pleasure.

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Hands braced on the mattress, he fucked Ayrie a second time, plowing him like a madman until he released again, feeling oddly satisfied that he'd fill the Fae to the brim with his seed.

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Picking up Ayrie's discarded robe from the floor, Lauden draped it over him, leaving just Ayrie's legs and to the tops of his thighs exposed.

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"Ayrie," he said.

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Ayrie turned his head, eyes glazed.

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Clearing his throat, Lauden said, "My mother and chief advisor must enter the room to see that the deed is done. I am sorry. They wanted to be present during the act—but I managed to convince them this would do."

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Rising to his elbows, Ayrie frowned. "They won't take your word? My word?"

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"I'm afraid not. I think they feared I would not be able to…complete the act, as I've never lain with a man."

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With a look that was decidedly insulted, Ayrie said, "Get it over with, then" before flopping back onto the mattress and burying his face in his arms.

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Lauden donned his own robe, then crossed into the other room and opened the door, not too surprised to see Ayrie's guard standing in the hallway with his mother and Aswold.

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Marona looked Lauden over. Glancing at the mirror on the opposite wall, he saw a disheveled, sweaty, well satisfied man.

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Clearing his face of all expression, he said, "Make this quick."

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"Of course. We do not wish to make Ayrie feel uncomfortable." Marona sailed past Lauden, Aswold following. His mother went straight through to the next room and to the bed, but Lauden stopped Aswold in the doorway.

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"You can see from here," he said. Aswold looked at him curiously but didn't argue. Lauden was thankful. All he knew was that he suddenly couldn't abide the thought of the other man getting near Ayrie in such a vulnerable position. Ayrie lay, partially covered by his robe, but the white seed dripping from him was plainly visible.

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"You did that much more quickly than I expected," Marona said as Lauden escorted her and Aswold out of his suite. "Well done. We will talk on the morrow."

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When Lauden returned to the bedroom, Ayrie was on his feet, tying his robe about his waist.

"Careful," Lauden said, taking Ayrie's arm when his husband's legs almost gave out.

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Not meeting his gaze, Ayrie nodded and, tugging his arm from Lauden's grip, walked out of the room without a word.