Amadus quickly pulled their mouths away, a wet smack sounding in the air as he did so. “You made me wait longer than I thought,” he said, and he was already shoving the elastic waistband of Anthony's pajama bottoms out of the way. Then his hand was skin to skin on Anthony's cock, and he had to reply to that through his teeth.
“This doesn't mean anything,” he said.
Amadus smiled and kissed him again. “Yes. It does,” he said, and then he growled. He actually growled, and Anthony found himself being brought over to the large mahogany desk where Amadus had been working. With one swipe of his arm, the man shoved all the electronics, papers, and other gadgets away and let them crash onto the floor, as if they were worth nothing at all.
Anthony tried not to be horrified at the sight of such waste or of how many months of rent those items could pay for if they were sold to the right person.
Now they were broken, junk, and probably only good for spare parts. Amadus was definitely a privileged man, all right.
Then Anthony was placed onto the desk, which was cold against his bare ass for a total of two seconds before Amadus pushed him to lie down, and then yanked the pajama bottoms right off of his legs. Anthony wasn't even embarrassed to be so exposed as this. If anything, he spread his legs wider so that Amadus could step between them.
Just like in Anthony's dream, Amadus wrapped his fist around both of their cocks, and then he started to slowly, but with just the right about of pressure, thrust forward.
Anthony moaned, long and loud. He grabbed onto the desk, but then reached up and gripped his hair as tightly as he could, hurting himself because of that. It was good. It was so fucking good that Anthony could hardly stand it, and his balls tightened and he was coming again, all over his T-shirt.
He slammed his fist down onto the desk, punching it hard once just to vent some of the frustration that ate away at him. “Fuck! Seriously?”
Amadus chuckled at him and released their dicks. “You're in heat. It doesn't matter if you're a human or not. So long as you want me, you will need me. You will stay hard until I claim you.”
“Doesn't make it less embarrassing,” Anthony said. “And I don't need you to make me feel better anyway. It's just gross coming on my clothes like that.”
“Well then, let's take them off of you,” Amadus said, and he grabbed onto the bottom of Anthony's T-shirt and started to pull it up, carefully so that none of the cum on the material would get into Anthony's hair or anything when the T-shirt went above his head.
When Anthony could see again, he was stunned by the angry red flare that was in Amadus's eyes as the man stared down at his stomach. “What is this?” he demanded.
“What?” Anthony asked, and then his brain caught up with him. “Oh, one of your goons punched me in the gut. I nearly threw up inside that black bag that was over my head.”
Anthony didn't think it was possible, but he watched as the red color of Amadus's eyes became even brighter. “Tell me who did it,” he said. His voice sounded deeper, and a little less human, though Anthony supposed that made sense, considering Amadus wasn't human at all.
“I don't know who did it. I had a leather bag over my head,” he said, trying to emphasize those last words, but it was hard considering how desperate he was to be touched, sucked, and fucked. “You need to get back to doing what you were doing before I change my mind about this,” Anthony threatened.
The anger melted right off of Amadus's face, replaced with what could almost be shock, but soon, even that was gone as he smiled. “You're not going to change your mind. For the rest of your life, you are going to feel this ache.”
“What the fucking hell doesthat mean?” Anthony snapped, but Amadus quickly silenced him with another kiss, one that was deep and sensual, and Anthony moaned as Amadus slid his tongue between his lips, grabbed onto his hips, and then pressed their cocks together.
Holy hell, so this was what it felt like to have good sex.
* * * *
Anthony groaned as he gripped tightly to Amadus's long and dark hair. He stared down at the man, marveling at how amazing he was at this. Anthony had come again, but still Amadus managed to get Anthony's cock to respond. Anthony wasn't sure how many more orgasms he had inside of him, but he knew that at this point he was getting ready to set his own personal record here.
Whatever this alpha was doing to him to make him feel this, Anthony liked it. He fucking loved it. “Like” was not a strong enough word to describe how much he adored the way Amadus's fingers played around inside of him, thrusting forward and hooking gently, searching out his prostate and making Anthony squirm and pant when he found it.
The worst part, or the best, depending on how he felt about it at the time, was how Amadus refused to let Anthony touch his cock. Anthony wanted to wrap his fist around his prick and stroke himself in time with the movement of Amadus's fingers, but the man absolutely refused to let him do that.
What the king wanted, the king got, because Anthony did not touch his cock, which gave him the interesting sensation of having massive amounts of pleasure building within him, but his orgasm still felt so damned far away. He wasn't going to come until Amadus allowed it.
“Y–You're going to make me beg, aren't you?” Anthony asked, and Amadus pulled his mouth away from one of Anthony's nipples, and the man actually smiled up at him.
“Perhaps a little.”