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The Royal Romance: Cinderfella’s Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Thirteen

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

Thirteen has always been Drake’s lucky number.

NSFW: Sexy, sweaty naked man action. You’ve been warned.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

“Hey,” Drake whispers hoarsely.

Our noses are just barely touching and his warm breath skims over my lips, causing me to break out in goosebumps. This close I can see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes, and they seem to glow in the soft light of the hotel room.

So pretty.

I arch my body against his in silent invitation, letting him know just how much I enjoy having him close to me. Drake groans quietly, grinding against my thigh.

“This is a bad idea,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against my cheek.

“I love bad ideas.” I grab his ass, urging him to move his hips, loving the feel of his hard cock against me, even through the layers of our clothes.

“Callum - ”

I twine one of my hands in Drake’s hair and yank his head back, tilting his face up towards me and bringing my mouth down on his. A small, sweet sound breaks in Drake’s throat as winds his arms around my neck and loses himself in the kiss. I nip at his lower lip, causing him to toss his head back and moan softly. I lower my head to kiss his throat, running the tip of my tongue over his pulse point, savoring the taste of salt on his skin.

“What are we doing?” Drake gasps.

“Anything you want,” I respond, resting my forehead against his. “Whatever you want. Just tell me.”

“Everything. You. All of you…”

I claim Drake’s mouth again and grasp his waist, walking him back towards the bed. His fingers fiddle with the buttons of my shirt, and in no time at all he’s shoving my suit jacket and shirt over my shoulders and down my arms. His hands, warm and calloused, softly trace the muscles of my chest and stomach. I shove him backwards, smirking to myself as he lets out a small ‘oof’ as his back hits the mattress.

I crawl up Drake’s body, bracketing his hips with my thighs and sitting back on my heels so I can stare down at him. “Fucking stunning,” I whisper roughly.

Drake raises his hands to his face and tries to hide the blush that’s quickly spreading over his cheeks. I catch his hands and raise them above his head, using one hand to pin his wrists to the mattress. I catch his chin between the index finger and thumb of my free hand, forcing him to look at me.

“Don’t hide from me, baby,” I whisper. “ I wanna see all the pretty faces you make while I fuck you.”

A startled little squeak leaves Drake’s mouth, even as his eyes widen in excitement. Releasing his hands and starting with the top button, I slowly unbutton his shirt, kissing each new inch of bare skin I reveal as I go down. The firm muscles of his stomach tremble as I drop a kiss just above his waistband. I toy with his zipper, lightly teasing his hard-on through the fabric of his pants.

Drake thrusts his hips up against my hand, desperate for more friction. “Callum…” he whines breathlessly.

“More?” I whisper against his stomach, placing a kiss to the right of his belly button.

“God yes…”

“What do you say?”

“What?” Drake freezes, confused.

“What’s the magic word?” I raise my head and look up at him.

A muscle ticks in Drake’s jaw and he turns away, trying to hide his face in the pillow. “Please,” his says through gritted teeth.

“Please what?” I ask, popping open the button of his pants.

He refuses to answer, and I let out a soft snort of amusement at his stubbornness. I slide down his zipper and tug on his pants, slowly working his pants and boxers over his hips and down his legs until they rest in a crumpled pile on the floor. I crawl back up his body and rest my head on his thigh, close enough for my warm breath to ghost over his hard cock.

“All you have to do is use your manners, Brat,” I coax him.

“Touch me,” Drake relents with a quiet whimper. “Please touch me, Callum.”

I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head of his cock, humming with satisfaction when he lets out a breathy hiss of pleasure. His hips snap up, driving his cock even further into my mouth, so I relax my throat as best as I can, letting him gently fuck my mouth. I run my hands up and down his thighs, delighting in the way they tremble beneath my touch.

“Baby,” I gasp when I finally pull away from him to take a breath. “Please tell me you have lube and a condom.”

“I… Uh… yeah, just…” Drake blindly reaches out towards the nightstand and fumbles around for a few moments, then passes me a small bottle of lube.

I move up his body and tenderly kiss the side of his neck. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

He nods excitedly and I press my mouth against his shoulder to muffle my chuckle. I open the bottle of lube and drizzle some onto my fingers, rubbing them together to warm it before reaching down between Drake’s thighs. He tenses as my finger circles his entrance, some of his earlier enthusiasm waning.

“You have to relax, baby,” I murmur, kissing the small patch of skin beneath his ear. “I have to get you ready for me.”

“I know,” he mutters nervously. “It’s just been a long time.”

I use the tip of my tongue to trace the shell of his ear, cause his to squirm. “Mmm… we’ll go slow then. I want you to be completely ready… desperate and needy and begging for me to fuck you.”

Drake freezes and stares at me with wide eyes. “What?”

“Beg, Brat.” I brush my lips over his. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

He shakes his head, the tips of his ears bright red with embarrassment.

“Why not?” I ask, still teasing his hole with the tip of my finger. He stubbornly stays silent, so I kiss him deeply, stroking my tongue against his in a motion that mimics that of my finger. He moans into my mouth and grinds his hips down against my hand.

“Callum…” he groans when he breaks away for a breath of air.

“Hm?” I press a series of kisses across his chest, stopping to gently teasing one of his nipples with my teeth.

“I want…” Drake trails off, breathing heavily as his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur as his body relaxes, allowing me to slowly slide a finger inside him. I work my finger in short, shallow thrusts, carefully teasing him open. “Tell me what you want.”

“More…”

I add a second finger, pressing in a little deeper until my fingers brush against the spot that makes him arch off the bed, crying out in pleasure. Drake rocks his hips in time with the motion of my hand, fucking himself on my fingers. His rhythm stutters slightly when I work in a third finger, but he quickly recovers.

“Please,” he whimpers. “I need you, Callum.”

The desperation in his voice snaps the final thread of my self-control. “Condom?” I ask, looking towards the nightstand.

Drake shakes his head. “I trust you.”

I freeze. “Are you sure?”

“I want to feel you cum inside me,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

I almost orgasm on the spot at this confession. Drake sighs as I slowly withdraw my fingers from him body before quickly rolling off the bed and removing my pants. I grab the lube and scramble back up onto the bed.

“On your stomach,” I order him as I hurriedly slick up my cock. Drake obediently rolls over, spreading his thighs and subtly arching his hips up and back. I settle myself between his thighs, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder as I take my cock in hand and guide myself into him. Drake gasps into my mouth as I press into him inch by inch. I struggle to take it slow, fighting the urge to bury myself in his ass and completely wreck him.

Next time.

“You feel amazing,” I whisper, burying my face into the curve of his neck, slowly rolling my hips until I bottom out.

“You too…” his mumbles, dazed.

Drake’s hands lay on either side of his head, gripping the sheets. I slide my hands over his shoulders and down his arms until they rest on top of his. I intertwine our fingers and tenderly squeeze his hands.

“How do you want me?” I kiss the back of his neck, dragging my cock in and out of his ass with shallow thrusts.

“Be gentle with me,” Drake replies quietly, his voice breaking slightly. “Please.”

“Always,” I promise, slightly breathless.

I fuck Drake with slow, deep thrusts, pressing tender kisses against his shoulders and murmuring words of praise and encouragement. I tell him how gorgeous he is, how much I love being inside him, compliment how well he takes my cock. Drake groans, rutting against the mattress, chasing his orgasm.

“Callum!” he moans, turning his face into the mattress in an attempt to muffle his cry. “I’m… I’m gonna cum…”

I release his hands, taking a firm grip on his shoulders. I roll onto my side and pull him with me, keeping his back flush against my chest, my cock still buried in his ass. I run one hand down his thigh and behind his knee, raising his leg and slightly adjusting his position. I snake my arm around him, placing my free hand on his lower stomach and pressing firmly, keeping his lower body tight against mine.

I fight hard to keep my pace steady, each roll of my hips deliberate and purposeful, burying my cock inside him as deeply as I possibly can before slowly pulling back a little and starting all over again. Drake stretches one arm over his head, reaching back to bury his hand in my hair. He uses his free hand to stroke his cock, breathing heavily as incoherent pleas leave his lips. I nuzzle my face into the curve of Drake’s neck, his neediness pushing me that much closer to my own orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby,” I whisper.

That’s all it takes.

“Callum, Callum, Callum…” Drake whimpers, arching back against me. Thick, white cum smears along the defined ridges of his abs as his hand rapidly works his dick. His body clenches around my cock as he cums, setting off my own orgasm. I bury my face in his hair, inhaling the scents of sweat and his cologne as I wrap myself around him, desperate to be even closer.

Mine.

We collapse into the mattress, my arms still around him. It takes several long moments before our breathing returns to normal. Drake shift slightly, allowing me to fully pull out.

“Are you okay?” I ask worriedly, noticing him wince.

“Fine,” he assures me, blushing faintly.

I capture his lips in a sweet kiss, pulling him back in for a cuddle.

“We can only lay here for a minute.” Drake takes my hand in his, brushing a soft kiss across my knuckles.

“What? Why?” I mumble, my eyes half-closed.

“The engagement party.”

I pause, waiting for the post-nut clarity to hit, waiting for the regret I probably should feel for fucking Liam’s best friend into his mattress. Laying there, gazing at Drake as he sprawls across the bed, sweaty and content… the only thing I feel is peace.

After the world’s quickest showers, Drake and I are both back in our suits, standing in the elevator as it slowly crawls towards the top floor.

I move to stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his shoulder. “I vote we go back to your room.”

Drake laughs. “After we save Liam we can do whatever you want.”

I gently turn his face towards me. “Do you promise?”

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Liam studies the crowd, growing increasingly worried about his best friend. Maxwell and Hana arrived nearly an hour ago, both suspiciously vague about Drake’s whereabouts. He slips away from Madeline and Regina and makes his way towards the elevator.

Surely he wouldn’t skip my engagement party?

Liam sighs as he presses the ‘down’ button on the elevator, thinking about how strained his relationship with Drake has been this past year. The elevator dings, its doors slowly opening, revealing Drake in the arms of an incredibly tall man in a black, fitted suit. Drake’s hands cup the man’s face as the pair kiss, and the stranger grabs Drake’s ass, pulling him as close as he possibly can.

“Drake?” Liam manages to squeak out in a shocked gasp.

The two men break apart at the sound of his voice, and the stranger turns to face Liam, staring at him with a pair of hauntingly familiar green eyes.

“Hey, darlin’.”

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