Sora's fingers moved deliberately, fiddling with the heavy silver buttons of Cassian's trousers. One by one, they slipped out of their slits until the fabric parted, allowing him to position himself firmly between the prince's knees. Cassian's usually calm and caltulative mind snapped out of its daze. He quickly caught Sora by the wrists, halting the half-elf's movements instantly. He glared up from the mattress, his breathing shallow and slightly ragged.
"Sora! What exactly do you think you are doing right now?"
"My Lord... allow me, please," Sora murmured, his dark eyes looking down without a single hint of fear or hesitation. But Cassian didn't back away, he was adamant to stop him from even trying to break his defenses.
"No!" Cassian hissed, his grip tightening around Sora's wrists.
"Not even in hell would I ever let you—"
"This is for me to prove to you that your second experience won't be anything like the first one," Sora interrupted gently, his tone completely level.
"Please trust me with this, My Lord. Trust me that I will actually make you feel good, I am capable."
Before Cassian could formulate a logical argument, Sora relaxed his wrists, shifting his weight to get off him. He scooted right beside Cassian, resting on his side to face the Crown Prince horizontally on the mattress and Cassian watched him the entire time, momentarily confused by the sudden retreat—....but not until Sora's hand slowly and smoothly slipped right back inside the opening of his trousers.
"Sor—"
Cassian's words were cut short, a sharp breath catching in his throat as Sora's palm had closed softly around his throbbing shaft. The movement was deliberate and gentle. Beginning a slow, rhythmic stroke underneath the unzipped fabric, firmly holding onto Cassian's shaft like a practiced routine.
Cassian's eyes shifted sideways in sheer panic, but Sora faintly grinned. Leaning down towards him. And the half-elf pressed his lips directly against Cassian's cold mouth, cutting off any further protests with a kiss.
It was soft at first, then slow and deeply passionate, anchoring Cassian's frantic thoughts to the immediate warmth of the bed. And slowly, Cassian felt himself shrinking underneath the sheer presence of the half-elf. Sora's lean, muscled body drifted over him once more, burying the prince completely underneath a heavy, masculine embrace and Cassian shot his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the dark ceiling rafters.
For the first time since they had met and had done intimacy so many times, it completely dawned on his mind that Sora was a grown man—and more especially on this specific night, the delicate courtesan persona had vanished and what was left now was a grown man, muscular enough to squash him flat against the bed.
"Sora... I truly can't do this," Cassian managed to whisper, his hands coming up to press against Sora's chest.
"Please stop."
Sora paused, his dark hair falling forward to shadow his eyes.
"My Lord? Could it be because I am not Lucien right now?"
"Sor–"
"Am I truly the only one between the two of us who is only meant to be penetrated by you all the time? Is that your fixed rule?"
"Sora, what are you talking about right now, what's with the tantrum?" Cassian frowned, his face burning with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
"And what does Lucien have anything to do with this current situation?"
"He has absolutely everything to do with this," Sora scowled and mocked openly, his tone dry. He tilted his hand inside the trousers, deliberately poking the tip of the throbbing shaft as he looked back up at Cassian's face.
"After all—My Lord, isn't it because of him that your body is in this exact condition tonight?"
They both scowled at each other and Sora chose not to back down.
"Should I call Sir Arden to come join us in the chambers, just for you to finally open up for me?"
"Sora, you are being completely absurd right now!" Cassian shrieked, his voice rising in panic. "Keep Lucien's name out of this room. Why the hell are you behaving this way? I can't take this, Sora. This is just not meant for me."
"Then please grant me just a single chance to prove to you that it is not so bad," Sora pouted slightly, though his hand remained incredibly steady, methodically massaging the shaft that had hardened further within his firm hold.
Cassian let out a quiet huff, his head shaking against the pillows as he tried to find the physical leverage to fight Sora off him. But the pleasure was already beginning to blur away his very own logical senses, the rhythmic strokes turning his limbs heavy and useless against the sheets.
Sora leaned in close, his ears twitching in excitement as he began to ooze a faint, controlled portion of his slightly dark-attribute mana into the space between them. The energy swirled all around Cassian's senses like invisible pheromones, and the soul resonance immediately reacted to the stimulus. The deep harmony of their bond and their shared mana frequency surged through Cassian's core, actively urging him not to resist his fated mate at all, but to yearn for him instead.
The internal resistance cracked and Sora used the moment to smoothly pull Cassian's trousers down past his thighs, tossing them off the edge of the bed before stripping away the remnants of his uniform as well. Once they were both completely naked, Sora got right back on top of Cassian's frame.
The prince was thoroughly flustered with an intense, unrefined yearn, his red eyes wide as he chomped down hard on his lower lip expectantly.
"Sora..." Cassian's voice purred out in a low, ragged whisper.
"Yes, My Lord?" Sora whispered back, his lips hovering barely a millimeter away from Cassian's.
"What exactly are you doing to my body, you little elf?"
Sora simply smiled down at the vulnerable prince, offering a slow, deliberate wink not providing an answer.
"Get off me right now, Sora Curzon,"
Cassian ordered, though the command lacked any actual weight.
"And what if I don't intend to move an inch?"
Sora leaned down and kissed him again. This time around, Cassian didn't push back. He only deepened the contact, his quiet moans escaping his lips as his entire body completely melted underneath Sora's heavy influence. He felt the intense heat of the half-elf's body wrapped securely around his chest. Cassian's hands shifted, his fingers tracing the firm curves of Sora's back muscles, tightly locking onto him to pull him even closer.
Sora used his knees to gently spread apart Cassian's legs, settling deep in between them. He smiled beautifully, looking down at the exposed prince who was looking so completely undone and exposed from all the vulnerability.
"Sora..." Cassian muttered, his vision slightly hazy as his face flushed darker. "Don't look at me like that."
"I can't help it," Sora murmured against his jaw, his fingers continuing their work down below.
"It is not every day that I get to see you look so completely lewd from vulnerability, My Prince. It is usually me in this position, isn't it? Now, the roles are completely reversed, therefore how am I supposed to hate that?"
"Little elf you are playing dirty."
Sora faintly chuckled as he pulled up Cassian's legs to nudge his face inbetween them and buries Cassian's third leg inside his mouth. Cassian quivered, biting on the sleeve of his shirt letting Sora serve his purpose.
Sora sucks on his fingers, wetting them before softly shoving them in between Cassian's butt cheeks, Sora's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of Cassian's thighs. The sudden touch made Cassian open his eyes wide, a sharp wave of anxiety instantly hitting him.
The dark memories of Thoris and the terrible things he had done rushed back into his mind, spinning out of control. And this time, Cassian couldn't hide the panic showing on his face. Desperate for a sense of safety, he reached out and gripped Sora's arms with all the strength he had left.
As he felt slick fingers slide gently between his cheeks, a hard lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed it hard.
"W–wait..." Cassian breathed out, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. His heart was racing like crazy, and his face was completely flushed from pure terror.
"I–I can't... I just need a moment...."
Sora stopped his movements immediately. He looked up, giving Cassian a genuine, soft smile and a reassuring nod to calm his nerves.
"My lord, I will be gentle. Please trust me. I won't hurt you," Sora promised softly. And hearing those words, Cassian's tight grip slowly loosened. His eyes locked onto Sora's, searching his face and focusing entirely on him. He let out a long, shaky sigh and finally let his body sink back down against the mattress.
"Then... I need to relax first. Just give me a minute," Cassian whispered.
"Of course, Your Highness. Take all the time you need," Sora replied.
Sora leaned down, letting out a soft, comforting hum against Cassian's lips before kissing him gently to help distract him from his fears.
Suddenly....Sora slowly pushed his fingers inside of him and Cassian gasped, slightly shivering from the sensation that he nearly forgot over the years of his past lives. Sora drew back his fingers and then pushed them inside once again, working up a tantalizing rythm inside of him while Cassian slowly writhed his body against his. And Cassian just loathed how good it felt.
Just then, until the next thing they knew, Sora's fingers were probing him up to the knuckles and Cassian was clenching on his fingers with a hot and aching need. And by then he was finally calm.
"Better now My Lord?"
"No.."
Cassian bit his lower lip to contain the sounds that wanted to betray his words. But that wasn't for too long.
He eventually gasped and whined his hips as Sora's fingers reached deep inside of him, grazing a part that lit up his entire body. Cassian's toes curled and his back arched, his stomach hunched and his tight hole clenched on Sora's fingers that he released a ton of cum. And his entire body was trembling, jerking back and forth, writhing against Sora's arm. Practically stunned.
For Cassian—....It definitely felt like Sora tapped into a well of bliss inside of him.
And by the time Cassian floated back down on the mattress, relieved. Sora chuckled, as he stroked his very own throbbing shaft as well.
"Well....this is exciting."
Cassian swallowed hard, his eyes glued on Sora's hand that was stroking himself and he blinked countless times feeling his cheeks flushed even harder.
Sora pulled him by his legs and Cassian fell flat on his back with a gasp. And his mind was racing.
'God....please take me now, this elf is definitely up to no good!'
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