The Pretty Prince and the Beast King
Prismatic sparks showered off Aradaa’s skin, lighting up the messy reality of their sex—the way their bodies were caked in white ash, the salt of their tears mixing with the sweat on their lips.
Kaelor flipped Aradaa over, pulling his legs up until they were held high against Kaelor’s chest. He went back in, even harder this time. Doggie style had been raw, but this was intimate, a face-to-face war of souls. Aradaa’s legs shook, his toes curling as Kaelor’s heavy weight crushed the air out of his lungs.
"I’m going to... I’m going to blow, Kaelor!" Aradaa’s hands scrambled for purchase, finally locking around Kaelor’s sweat-slicked biceps.