Page 22 of Rumpelstilzchen

Boy’s fingers didn’t tremble when he brought them to cover the ones that already cradled his face so possessively. For the first time, he felt empowered to take something for himself, and he latched on greedily. He rose a little from where he had been resting on his heels, intently watched the way those dark eyes flickered in the firelight, and slanted their lips together.

Boy’s second kiss, then, was also when he was naked and on his knees, but he no longer felt the weight of everyone else’s choices bearing down on him. Boy had made this choice for himself.

Safe in the capable hands of the Queen’s Shadow, Boy became unfettered.

The heat that radiated from the fireplace fused with the possessive growl that Boy’s kiss tore from the shadow geist’s throat, and a jolt of wild arousal flared through him. To know that he could elicit this effect was thrilling. So when their kiss ended, and the man before him stood to his full height, Boy immediately felt bereft.

The Queen’s Shadow stroked the back of his gloved hand appraisingly down the exposed column of Boy’s neck, where it swirled patterns upon the junction with his shoulder, before continuing on its exploration of Boy’s body. It slid lower still, over the contours of his bare chest where he brushed Boy’s sensitive nipples, and Boy bit back a moan of lust. The geist didn’t hide the wicked grin that overtook his face.

In the time it took Boy to blink, a beautifully ripe, Royal Garden strawberry appeared between the gloved thumb and forefinger in front of him. He could barely breathe with the anticipation of what might happen next. Last night, the Queen’s Shadow had made him hold it between his teeth while he…

The strawberry paused only briefly against his lips before it trailed teasingly downward. Over his chin, then his throat—where he swallowed reflexively—before it came to rest atop his pounding heart.

The fruit was as cold as ice, and Boy startled at the sensation when it circled his stiff nipple. He couldn’t keep still. With each pass of the strawberry over the hardened nub, it was as if a thick rope of pleasure tightened further around the base of his dick. He tried to sit back on his heels, to shrink away from the new and overwhelming sensation, but the gloved hand that still held his jaw prevented him.

Boy struggled to process everything he was experiencing. Precum leaked from his glans. He could smell it, and couldn’t hold back his moan this time. He needed something to hold on to for fear that the strength of the lust that flooded his body might wash him away, so he dug his fingers into the strong thighs of the Queen’s Shadow. He’d never had his nipples played with before, and he couldn’t tell if it was the maddeningly slow and lazy circles, or the harsh pinching and tugging that drove his balls high up in their sac. His hips bucked of their own accord, and he screwed his eyes shut tight when his orgasm threatened to slip his tenuous control.

As if he knew, the geist ceased his ministrations, and Boy was immediately torn between the relief of being able to draw full and deep breaths and mourning the loss of his impending release. He decided it didn’t really matter which of those thoughts was the most important when that same strawberry was pushed through his parted lips and into his mouth.

Boy chomped down on it before the malevolent spirit could retrieve it and use it against him in another form of pleasurable torture.

The laugh that filled the small recess they occupied was deep and hearty, and Boy stopped chewing.

The half-masticated lump slid down his throat.

That sound filled his heart and made the hairs on his arms rise. Boy opened his eyes to see what the shadow geist’s face looked like when it expressed such warm emotions. Thick shadows swirled around them, but it was their reflection in the man’s black eyes that called to him. Boy fancied that he could see the promise of eternal devotion burning within them, and it stole his breath.

The Queen’s Shadow leaned in for another kiss and his lips smiled against Boy’s as he took what he wanted. Boy gave no resistance and pressed into the gloved hand that cradled him. He was only mildly aware of the thick, leather-clad fingers that stalked languidly down the notches of his spine. The man’s tongue in his mouth was hot and demanding, insistent in its invasion, and it distracted Boy—until the finger that slid around the curved profusion of his hip dipped into his navel.

Yet another one of those invisible ropes tightened around his cock. How did the spirit know where to find them? But he couldn’t think of an answer. The delicate tip of something cold and sticky at his belly button kept tugging on that rope, and their never-ending kiss emptied his mind of thoughts. Boy was reduced to a puddle of brazen need, and he clutched tighter at the muscular thighs. His knuckles had surely turned white.

No sooner had another surge of lust washed over him than the kiss ended and the sensations in his stomach eased. Boy wanted more. It wasn’t enough.

Ragged breaths tore from his lungs, and he edged his stiff fingers up the thighs in front of him. The buckle of the shadow geist’s belt was warm to the touch, and he unfastened it slowly. Obsidian black eyes watched him keenly as Boy freed the black leather strap from its golden skull cage.

The fingers on his jaw tightened when Boy untied the thread of the geist’s silken breeches, but when he tried to go further, leather fingers caught him in their grip. He brought Boy’s hand to rest on the flat planes of his abdomen, but Boy’s gaze didn’t move from that tantalising patch of thick black hair at the base of the large cock in front of his face.

The Queen’s Shadow pushed his clothing down and out of the way, and his hardened length sprang free. It was flushed and slick with precum, the head already protruding halfway out from his foreskin. Boy salivated.

He inhaled that deep musky fragrance, and it elicited a low moan from him. Those leather gloves, that had by now thoroughly explored every inch of Boy’s body, wrapped around the veiny shaft and tugged a few times. Boy could feel the heat in his cheeks, but still he couldn’t look away.

“Have you ever pleasured yourself before?” The geist’s voice was low and raw.

Boy’s eyes tracked the way that gloved hand twisted around the head and slowly dragged back down his length. What was the question?

Oh, yes. He nodded.

The hand paused and squeezed at the base as if waiting for something.

Boy realised his forgetfulness. “Y-yes.”

The fingers on Boy’s jaw slid around to his lips, where they pushed their way crudely inside and brushed over his tongue. “Good boy.”

Boy moaned again as another surge of desire swept over him. He liked hearing those words from his lips.

“Touch yourself the same way I do. I want to watch you.”

The Queen’s Shadow’s smirk was decadent, and Boy couldn’t decide if it was to be his ruin or his salvation. But he had already made his decision, so he swallowed down his trepidation and any embarrassment, removed his right hand from where it clutched the man’s shirt, and pushed his fingers deep into his own pubic hair.