>>2210783Alright, here we go. Direct sequel.
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'Up, my prince.'
Martin rose to his feet shakily, muscles of his thighs trembling in the aftershocks of the orgasm, and stood still in the circle of Jonathan's arms. Jonathan was watching him, grin still on his mouth and eyes still dark. His hand came up, rough with callouses and years of training, and took Martin's chin in his fingers.
'You suck cock as if you were born to it, my liege,' Jonathan murmured, and turned Martin's head this way and that. 'Tell me the truth. How many men have you had in your mouth?'
Martin flinched. 'None, as you well know, Sir Jonathan,' he said sharply.
'Sir now, is it?' Jonathan said, and some of the darkness bled away, leaving his grin warm. 'I do know, my prince. I meant no offence.'
'How was that inoffensive?' Martin demanded.
'I suppose I was trying to continue the bedplay,' Jonathan replied, and now looked a bit sheepish.
'Hardly bedplay,' Martin said, smiling now. 'Against the door?'
'We could move to the bed,' Jonathan suggested with an over-the-top come-hither look that left Martin breathless with laughter.
'We could,' Martin agreed after a moment of shared mirth. 'Everyone's deep in their cups, you've said.'
'Aye, they are,' Jonathan said, stepping into Martin's space.
'None will notice us gone,' Martin continued, tilting his head up.
'Aye, they will not,' Jonathan answered, grinning wider.
'And if you insist on this sort of bedplay,' Martin said with a long-suffering sigh, and what he hoped was a playful flutter of his lashes, 'I suppose I could be persuaded to continue, so long as there is a bed in my near future.'
Jonathan leaned down, arms sliding over Martin's bare waist, the cloth of his sleeves the precise kind of rough Martin hadn't realised he was craving. 'In your very near future, I should think,' he said onto Martin's lips, and then kissed him fully.
