Page 63 of Silver & Gold
The bottle of oil in Seth’s hand was the only answer he got. “Take off your kaftan,” Seth ordered. “I want to see you before I fuck you.”
Raider had to close his eyes to ride out the tidal wave of arousal that rocked him at Seth’s rough tone. It promised him everything he so desperately needed.
As Raider shrugged out of the kaftan and let it drop, Seth watched with hungry eyes.
“Belt,” he said curtly, and Raider unbuckled his sword belt with trembling fingers. When it was gone, Seth grabbed Raider’s violet sash, tugging it free. “I’m glad you have this—because I know you can’t be quiet when my cock’s in you.”
“Oh, fuck,” Raider murmured, shivering at the burning intensity in Seth’s green eyes, at the anticipation of Seth’s intrusion into his body.
“Turn around,” Seth ordered. When Raider only closed his eyes again, trying to get through the fresh wave of arousal, Seth grabbed and spun him, gritting out, “You need to do what I say, when I say it. No more arguing, no more playing, no more teasing. Right now, you need to just take it.”
“Fuck,” Raider breathed, planting his trembling hands on the palanquin frame, his cock leaking and twitching at Seth’s harsh words. Then he heard the sound of ripping cloth. Instantly furious, he started to spin back. “Did you just—”
Seth caught him and forced him to face the palanquin again. “Yes,” he said as he roughly covered Raider’s mouth with half of the torn sash.
As Seth tied the cloth behind his head tight enough to seal his mouth shut, Raider experienced two conflicting responses from his body. Fear flashed—and his dick gave a hard jerk. This was the fear he needed with Seth. The intensity of it. The promise.
Seth checked that the cloth wasn’t covering his nose, making sure he could breathe. Then he planted a hand on the palanquin beside Raider’s.
Tucking his thumb under, Seth said, “This is your signal to stop, since you can’t speak. Show me.”
Raider mimicked the gesture.
“Good. Now don’t move.”
Raider squeezed his eyes shut, shivering as he listened to the sound of Seth unlacing his pants then uncorking the bottle. He let out a muffled moan at the unmistakable sound of Seth slicking his dick. Then Seth hooked an arm around Raider’s hips, yanking him into position to be fucked, and lifted his sarong.
“Gods, this fucking skirt. You have no idea what this has done to me all fucking day.”
Seth bit the crook of Raider’s neck, sending a zing through Raider’s blood. Seth’s hand reached between Raider’s legs, grazing his balls then his cock. He tucked a piece of cloth, undoubtedly the other half of the ruined sash, into Raider’s sarong and said, “You can come in that when I come in your ass.”
Raider’s breathing shallowed, then he gasped at the sudden press of Seth’s broad, slick cockhead against his hole. Raider made a sound of pleasure-pain as that fat tip started to penetrate him, stretching the tight ring of muscle, forcing its way inside Raider in a slow but relentless glide.
Raider gasped and moaned at the intrusion. Seth gave him a moment to adjust to it then he glided back out and in again. Raider’s cock twitched upward, brushing teasingly against the silk as Seth grazed his prostate. Seth gave him one more easy stroke—then he started to fuck him.
It was deep, it was hard, and it had Raider moaning against the gag, nearly out his head, even before Seth hauled him upright. Raider let out a muffled cry as the change in position roughly shifted Seth’s cock inside him. Then Seth hooked an arm under Raider’s right leg and hiked it up to get deeper.
“Mmmmm,” Raider moaned. He felt his foot resting on the back the palanquin, felt his back pressing against Seth’s chest as Seth drove up into him, taking total possession of his body. Raider’s head fell back as he gave himself completely to Seth.
“Fuck,” Seth gasped, “this is what you do to me. Since I first met you, this—” Seth fucked into him. “—this is what you do. I can’t think about anything but you. I need you all the fucking time.”
Seth drove up into him so hard that Raider felt his left foot come slightly off the ground. It hurt so fucking right.
Waves of intense pleasure rolled through Raider’s body as Seth’s cock thrust into him again and again. There was nothing in the world like this. There was nothing in the world but this.
Then Seth’s hand found Raider’s weeping cock under the layers of cloth and, screaming against the silk, Raider started to come.
Seth fucked him through it, biting back his own shout as he flooded Raider’s ass with his release. Seth’s hips snapped up as he pumped deep, his thrusts forcing every last drop to spill from Raider’s cock.
As the aftershocks wracked him, Raider let Seth hold him up. Seth’s dick remained thick and heavy inside him. At every convulsion of Raider’s body, Seth gasped against his ear. Raider moaned into the silk.
“Oh, baby, hold on, let me take that off you.”
Raider squeezed his eyes shut as Seth carefully pulled out of him, but the drag of Seth’s cock through his channel still made him cry out against the silk again. Seth gently tugged Raider’s right leg off the palanquin, the movement stirring a delicious soreness inside him, then Seth untied the cloth binding his mouth. Raider reached for the silk that had caught his release, but Seth got there first, reaching into the sarong to gently take it away.
Raw and shaken, Raider turned his face away, not wanting Seth to see his emotion, but of course Seth did. Dropping the ruined silk, he pulled Raider into his arms.
Then he showed how fully he understood because he said, “I know, baby. I needed it too. Gods, I did.”