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Calem was breathless when Dornic released him. The older man stood. It is past
time for a meal, and I m hungry. Have a care for your body and eat something too. You
tremble as if weakened from lack of nourishment.
Calem watched Dornic leave the room, admiring his strong buttocks and thighs
encased in tight trousers. After he was gone, Calem leaned back in his chair and smiled.
So Dornic was too honorable to take what he wanted at the risk of his family s lives. If
Calem became important to him, Calem could expect that same fierce loyalty to bind
Dornic in the promises he made to Calem. He ran a thumb over his bruised lower lip,
contemplating his next move.
* * *
Dornic had not returned for the late day negotiations. He d sent a message that
the talks were not progressing as well as he hoped and that he would use the free time
to reflect on what more might be tried to settle the conflict.
Calem retired too from the fruitless meeting, leaving the councils to squabble at
each other. After his evening meal and shower, he dressed in a soft robe and trouser set
and slipped through the negotiation center to Dornic s suite of rooms. He knocked on
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the door and Dornic opened it, shirtless and glistening with sweat after some sport on
an exercise disc.
Calem s belly tightened at the look of him.
I would like a side discussion, separate from the negotiations of our countries.
You have experience in diplomacy that I could benefit from. I would like an evening of
mentorship, Calem said.
Dornic stepped away from the doorway, allowing Calem to enter the room.
Dornic sealed the door and turned to face him.
This is my private time that you intrude upon.
I m aware of that, Calem said. The World Association of Diplomacy allows
for a young diplomat to seek knowledge from --
Dornic laughed, running a hand through his damp hair. Enough with the
pretence. The only knowledge you re seeking is whether I ll fuck you the same way I
kissed you.
Calem shrugged and smiled. You can t blame me. You know you used that kiss
to bait me.
You think you re clever.
I know I m clever.
Conceded. But while I might admire that at a negotiation table, I don t suffer it
in bed, Dornic said.
Don t you?
No. Strip and let me see you.
Calem shrugged off the robe and pushed down the trousers, standing naked and
terribly excited. Dornic stepped forward swiftly and captured Calem s cock in his fist,
choking it in a wonderfully hard grip.
Have those royal cheeks been parted often?
Calem shook his head, a slight flush rising in his cheeks. Only once.
Taken by another boy?
Calem nodded. We were both fairly young.
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Was he well hung?
Not especially, Calem rasped, his cock hardening to its full length.
And did you come when he took you?
Calem glanced down at Dornic s large hand squeezing him. No, but afterward
he sucked me and used his finger inside me where I was sore and that made me come
very hard. Calem was used to being honest about what excited him, but somehow the
confession seemed more charged than usual.
So this is another experiment.
Well --
It wasn t a question. No one with a mouth like yours has only been kissed twice
in his life, so it s usually women and girls beneath you. Dornic released him, and
Calem s heart sank. He should have lied and said it was men in general not Dornic in
particular that appealed to him. A terrible miscalculation and his cock bobbed angry
and inflamed at the blunder.
Look, this isn t a tease. I wouldn t have come to your room if I wasn t sure I
wanted to spend the night.
Dornic walked over to the table near the bed. I wasn t dismissing you. It makes
no difference to me who your usual bed partners are. I ll use you the same way. I just
wanted the information because I m a diplomat and it s second nature to assess a
situation.
Dornic lifted a jar of cream and tossed it on the bed then he shoved off his pants.
Calem stared at the cock that was even longer and thicker than his own, an extremely
different member than the boy s he d accepted before. He thought of Veylin, how tight
and tender she d been, how she d wept from the strain of being stretched. He somehow
doubted Dornic would be as gentle with him as Calem had been with her. Calem s
muscles tensed nervously as Dornic strode over to him.
Dornic slid one hand behind Calem s head and held it in place, while the other
touched his chest. Dornic kissed him, exploring his mouth, teasing his tongue, while
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scraping a nail over Calem s nipple. Their cocks encountered each other, and Calem
jerked in surprise at the feeling of their erections crossing.
Several moments passed and then Dornic moved swiftly, turning him and
knocking him onto the bed, face down. Calem s breath came in quick gasps. The jar was
next to his face until Dornic s hand plucked it off the bed.
Dornic s knees knocked Calem s legs open. Calem s heart hammered in his chest.
Put your hands back and spread yourself.
Calem s hands shook as he reached back and gripped his own muscled buttocks.
They felt strange to his fingers. He was use to the supple flesh of women. He pictured
the pretty little rings he d punctured and moaned softly. He rubbed his cock against the
mattress.
The cream was frosty and thick as Dornic s finger smeared it around the hole.
The stimulation was amazing as he traced the ring and then pressed a fingertip inside.
Calem couldn t resist thrusting his hips forward, causing the finger to slip out. A
sharp stinging slap struck his spread cheeks.
Be still, Dornic growled.
Calem panted against the sheets, fighting for control. And then the world came
into sharp focus as two strong fingers pushed into his back hole. Calem gasped, the
pain of the sudden penetration made him freeze.
Calem s voice was strangled. Cre, that hurts.
Relax. Dornic s fingers parted, stretching Calem mercilessly, and then he
replaced the fingers with his huge cock, making the ring burn as he penetrated it.
Calem bit his lip, struggling not to cry out. Dornic thrust slow and deep, and by
the third thrust the pain blurred with arousal. Calem imagined Veylin beneath him, her
legs spread in a V to allow deep penetration, Calem s cock sliding into her soft wet heat
as Dornic ground into his ass.
Dornic moaned above him. Such a perfect royal rump, all mine for the taking.
Hmm. That s good. Raise that beautiful ass. Dornic s strokes quickened, and Calem s
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belly knotted, his cock aching relentlessly. Then Dornic slowed, teasing him with
shallow little pokes.
Dornic.
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