He saw red again. “I told you I wouldn’t take what’s yours. Just send me home and you’ll never have to see me again.”
Z walked up behind Pan and rubbed her…his…back. “You’ve gotten the wrong impression. I’m sorry you’re chained, and yes, I knew he would react exactly as he did. I also knew that he would rather die himself than hurt you, and that you’d end up here, in his bedroom, fed and readied for him.”
Kansas raised his arms, banging his chained wrists together to make a loud clanking sound. “And what are these? Love tokens?”
Pan stepped forward, silently gripping his wrists with the king’s hands. Z was close behind. “More than you know. He’s intrigued by you. Since you’ve denied him it’s only gotten worse. Every minute he stays away from you is a torture spent imagining you here, just like this.”
As he spoke Pan low
ered Kansas’s arms, pressing the king’s warm, silver body against him. Pan’s newly grown cock was thick and hard, and Kansas shivered in arousal. “If this is his room, won’t he be upset to find you here with me? Like this?”
“He’s in a meeting with his council. He can’t escape for at least another hour.”
“Why are you doing this, Z?” Kansas arched his neck when he felt Pan’s lips press against the pulse at his throat. He moaned. “And why is it so important for me to resist him?”
“What you truly desire and what the king desires is the same.” Pan’s deep voice vibrated against his nipples, his ribs. “Only he would never allow us to give him what he needs. He is our king. Our leader.”
Pan knelt in front of Kansas, and Z growled at the sight. “You are different. Not under his rule. Not his responsibility. Just a man he desires. A man who can give him what he so desperately craves.”
Kansas looked down at the image of the king eyeing his hard shaft with obvious intent. He slipped his fingers beneath Pan’s chin. “You don’t have to do this, Pan. Not for me. Not if you don’t want to.”
Pan’s eyes widened. Lips so like the ones he’d been dying to kiss curled up in a breathtaking smile. “No one has ever said that to me before. Given me a choice.”
Kansas frowned. “Everyone deserves a choice.”
“I freely do this for you. I…want to.”
He wanted it too. So much that he didn’t resist as his cock disappeared between those lush lips. Pan’s mouth was hot and wet around him. The tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft weakened his knees, causing him to stumble backwards, and his hands grappled for the wall behind him. Pan followed greedily. “Oh God.”
“This is what you want, isn’t it? Our king on his knees for your pleasure. His body yours to command.” Z’s harsh rasp had Kansas opening his eyes. The wizard was mesmerizing. His pupils large and dark, cheekbones slashed with a dark gold rush of heat, lower lip snagged between his teeth. Z’s attention was fixed on Pan’s mouth swallowing Kansas down his throat, his hand gripping the impressive erection he’d released from his own confining pants.
“Mmm. And what do you…ahhh, that feels so good…what do you want, Z?”
Z lifted his gaze. “For now? I want to watch you fuck him, watch him cry out with the strength of his climax. And someday, after you’ve both gotten what you want and I’ve taken you as you’re taking him, I’ll want a favor from you to get what I desire.”
Pan stilled at his words, head turning until Kansas’s dick slid out of “her” mouth. “But that would—”
A sharp look from Z cut Pan off, but Kansas was too aroused to care. The sexual challenge in the wizard’s words thrilled him. “In your dreams.”
Z just smiled, recognizing the bluster for what it was. “And yours. Are you really going to waste this? Or will you take what’s offered, knowing when you look into the frustrated face of the king that you’ve already had what he is so desperate for.”
Kansas lowered his gaze. Pan was still kneeling, waiting. “I don’t even know his name.”
Pan slid a hand up Kansas’s thigh. “No one does. Only the parents that named him, and his future consort, can know it. It’s tradition. There is power in a name.”
He cupped the now smooth silver head and studied Pan’s face. The king’s face. What would it hurt to give in? Just this once. To finally take what he wanted. “No names then, Your Majesty.” He guided his painfully erect cock back to Pan’s lips. “Suck me.”
Pan frowned severely and stood, but there was a betraying sparkle in those silver eyes. Chin tilted and hands firmly placed on the king’s hips, Kansas felt the distinct urge to bow to the pleasure droid.
“How dare you order your king? You should kneel before me.”
Adrenaline surged through Kansas. Yes. This was what he wanted. He had enough give on the chains to reach for Pan, pulling that big, beautiful body flush against his own. He inhaled sharply as his arousal slid against the unbelievably thick length of Pan’s. “Fuck that feels…is this really the size of his…?”
Pan just smiled, drawing a growl from Kansas, who tightened his arms around the larger man. Sliding one hand up to wrap around his neck, the other gripping one perfect ass cheek, Kansas pulled Pan’s head closer to his own. “You’re not my king. So there won’t be any kneeling. Unless it’s behind you on the ground while I fill you full of cock.”
Z’s groan barely registered. Kansas only had eyes for the trembling Pan. He arched his hips, forcing closer contact with his grip on Pan’s ass. “You like that idea. You want me to fuck you so bad you’re ready to beg, aren’t you?”
“Yes…”