53.

The words make Arlon huff, eyes never breaking contact with Elai as he sinks into him. It is hard to adjust to; the king is big enough to make Elai grit his teeth. He digs his nails into the man’s shoulder but nods when Arlon frowns. It is fine; he’s going to feel good anyways.
The king isn’t one to wander another second, even though he’d love to stay like this for a while. He uses Elai’s thighs to thrust into the boy with his lip stuck between his teeth. It is sensational, a feeling neither one of them had before. It is like magic surrounding them, like an explosion that could destroy Tverindal, or like two bodies bursting into flames. Arlon can feel that it is going to become difficult to control his ability. His body is already heating up, and it doesn’t take long for his veins to turn yellow. They moan in unison, in perfect harmony as they hold onto each other and feel. Feel everything they do to one another, and if Arlon didn’t know better, he’d think Elai had put a spell on him.
“You feel so good..” The king’s body is in a rush. It feels too good to be inside of his enemy. His thrusts are rough as his nails dig into Elai’s hips. The boy is trying his hardest not to lose his mind. The pain is rather pleasurable and his breath stays stuck in his throat the more he tries to breathe. He lets out a choked chuckle when he sees Arlon’s veins burn yellow, and it only deepens when he sees the expression on the king’s face. Their bodies connect perfectly, even when Arlon’s quite the size to adjust to. Everything is meant to be, it seems. It almost becomes suspicious, but neither of them is ready to acknowledge that. They’re sucked into the moment with no mind to anything but each other. Elai swears he could fall in love in this moment. Truly fall in love, and be okay with it, too. He gets startled when he feels himself being lifted up, his eyes widening. The boy’s cheeks turn red when he realizes he is now sitting on top of Arlon, hands leaning down against his scarred chest. Arlon has his hands digging into Elai’s flesh, still, a cocky look on his face.
“Well? How does a prince do it?” His voice teases Elai.
“Hm?” Arlon doesn’t have any patience and immediately helps Elai move his hips.
Being on top of someone is new. Elai doesn’t want to admit it, but it makes him nervous his lips part as he lets Arlon guide him back and forth. He seems to be good with his hips, he can see it by the way Arlon slowly loses his cockiness. He’s starting to get weak, and so Elai knows he’s doing just the right thing. Arlon’s hands eventually stop helping the boy, hips now doing the job perfectly fine. Arlon even lets out a pleasured chuckle, head leaning deeper into the bed. “Man..” He breathes out, a teeth-wide smile growing on his face. the boy sure as hell feels better than anyone he has shared the bed with. He can’t believe Elai hasn’t done this before, not by the way his hips move like he does it daily. His hips are grinding the exact way Arlon likes it. if he continues to go on like this, it won’t take long for the king to reach his climax.
He decides to make it a bit more difficult for Elai to move, hand now wrapping around the boy’s length. “Ha-“ Elai’s body almost freezes completely, hips losing speed as Arlon’s large hand takes control over him. his hand is warm, hot even, and by the looks of it, Arlon is doing it on purpose. “Lean back..” Elai obeys as if he didn’t come to Turi to kill this man, hands sinking into the sheets underneath the two of them. “Move.” Elai starts over, eyes trying not to look down at his own body. this feels a little too good.
“I’m gonna come-“
“Not yet.. I wanna enjoy the show for a little while..”
Elai wants to roll his eyes. Arlon is too cocky, there’s too much pride roaming around him. he wishes he could break it down, but something inside of him wouldn’t want him any other way. The cockiness suits the king, after all. Elai decides not to listen to it, body finally reaching the end of its stairs and ready to fall off the edge for his own little euphoria. His body twitches when Arlon pulls his hand away. The king keeps Elai in place by pushing his hips all the way down on him, not allowing Elai to ride himself over the edge.
“You fucking-“
“Didn’t I tell you I want to enjoy this for a while?”
Elai locks eyes with the king. He’s never going to accept such a look on the man’s face. it disgusts him how proud he is of himself. Fuck. It’s sexy. Stop it, Elai. don’t be a moron.
“Well then?” Arlon gestures for Elai to continue moving, the king’s hand now reappearing around his length. “I can’t hold back if you- do- that-“ He starts stuttering, climax creeping up behind him. Why did a man like Arlon have to end up being Elai’s enemy?
“Hm.. would you rather have me..” Arlon moves his own hips up, startling the boy on top of him. “Do this?” Elai leans up onto his knees as he tries to keep his moans down. This man has to be some sort of fucking god. His ponytail is slowly falling apart, strands of hair now falling beside his face. Elai’s eyes look straight into Arlon’s, and it is enough to finally push him over the edge. Arlon doesn’t stop and definitely doesn’t look away. No. He needs to see the lewd expression on his enemy’s face as he makes him come. It’s too much of a treat. His enemy is surrendering to him and Elai doesn’t even know it himself. It’s a beautiful sight, really. Arlon can finally focus on chasing his own orgasm, thrusts getting sloppier the closer it gets. “Oh- fuck-“ Arlon pulls Elai closer by the back of his neck, lips crashing against one another as Arlon, too, reaches his climax. He rides it out as their hot breaths meet once again. Elai can’t help but feel it in his stomach when Arlon moans right into his mouth. Fuck. It’s getting too real; all of this was exactly what Elai wanted. He can keep calling Arlon his enemy, but it still doesn’t change the fact that this entire event was meant to happen. He wanted to touch the king, feel him, make him his own. He hates himself for it, but he has got to admit that he wasn’t going to kill Arlon. He had the chance and he didn’t grab it. His destiny is falling apart right in front of him. Elai drops down next to the king as they both catch their breath. They don’t say a word, not even once Elai gets the strength to stand up. His legs are tired from leaning onto them, hands shakily grabbing his robe. It is embarrassing but it is real; Elai is much further in the process of falling in love than he had anticipated. He might even already be at the end of it. He might already.. no. That is too much.
“Do you want to leave?” The king rolls onto his side to be able to look at Elai who has grabbed the first robe he could spot. It is made of black silk, a material too expensive for the citizens to own. It hides Elai’s naked body, which is now too far away for the king’s liking.
Elai raises his eyebrows as he looks up from the knot. “Why?”
“You are covering yourself. Do you want to leave?” Arlon makes the boy blush.
Elai is conflicted, but he decides not to tell the king. “Should I not leave?”
“You are not a whore.” Arlon sticks out his hand, gesturing for the boy to sit beside him. Elai does, but with doubt in his stomach. He doesn’t want to get closer to his feelings than this. He thought a fun night would be nothing but a fun night, yet now he is suddenly very aware of how much a kiss between them means.
“I did not bring you to my chambers to use your body for sex, chasores..” Arlon’s fingers smoothly tug some lose hairs behind Elai’s ear, a small, thin smile appearing on his face.
“Unless that is all you desire-“
“No- no it’s..” Elai feels like his heart is going to explode, or break in two. He only has two choices; be for or against the king. He thought the choice would be easy. He thought he’d give up on his own blood to start anew. But his doubts are terrifyingly big and confusing; something still wants to go back home. Something in him is still out for blood. His blood. Ruaidhri blood.
“I see.” Arlon leans back against his bed and stares up at the ceiling, hand resting against his naked chest.