Ceridor (Danubian #4)

6. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Johann

I shifted my weight back to give him space, fanning my knees wide to let him come closer.

"Is this okay?" I asked, panting. "When I became a man, I realized that my feelings for you had changed. I adored you as a child, but growing up, I found I wanted to be with you as a man, if you want that also. I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again, but I dreamed about you, more than a little bit."

Okay, maybe a lot.

Ceridor locked gazes with me for a long moment. "I've watched you over the years, Johann. I was in disguise, but I watched you grow up, visiting at least a few times each year. I did it to assuage my worries and confirm that you and Effie were still safe after your mother's passing, and to bring news to Magnus that you were healthy and thriving. That said, you've become a very strong and handsome man. If you desire me, then you can have me."

That brought me up short. His offer thrilled me, and yet worried me at the same time. I didn't want to think about whether he handed himself over to others, though surely he did. Ceridor was so handsome, he likely had no shortage of lovers.

"I desire you," I confirmed.

His smirk was full of mischief. "Good."

Ceridor undid my belt and I raised my hips to let him slide my trousers down and off. To my surprise he did not also divulge me of my underpants, but instead reached into the flap and pulled my cock and balls through. My dick was already leaking, my foreskin pulling back of its own accord. I'd been aching most of the evening; sitting next to him at dinner had been a slow torment of teasing.

Ceridor nuzzled my stiff cock with his cheek, those beautiful eyes falling closed as he breathed in my musk. "Are you a virgin, Johann?"

This was Ceridor, formerly Christian. I knew I was safe with him. "Yes."

"With both women and men?"

" Ja ," I confirmed.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at up me. It took all my willpower to not beg him to resume.

"Are you alright that I be your first time?"

"Of course," I said. "I know you, and you me. I've crushed on you and dreamed about you for years. You're kind, and mature…and gorgeous."

He laughed and it broke the bubble of tension.

" Na gut ," he said, and it warmed me. "It's only smart to discuss experience beforehand. You should know that I've only had two partners, and the last one was years ago. There's a stigma that bards often moonlight as prostitutes; not only should that not be a stigma, but it also often isn't true."

I nodded in understanding. "I can't believe that you're not married."

"My profession is demanding," he repeated by way of explanation.

Then he licked the head of my weeping cock, lapping up the pearl of precum with the tip of his tongue, and I exhaled praise to the heavens.

Ceridor sucked me down and I saw stars. It was only a few short moments of him pulling me into his throat and lathing me for all I was worth before I came into his mouth and sighed at the ceiling. "Oh my god, that was, that's…"

Ceridor slid onto the bed and opened his arms to me. "Want to have a cuddle and sleep it off?"

"What about you?" I asked. "I want to return the favor."

He shook his head. "I don't need it at the moment. This was just for you."

Confusion and shame washed through me. "I didn't mean to make you do sex stuff when you weren't in the mood."

Ceridor met my eyes, his expression concerned. "I was absolutely in the mood, Johann. I'm just older and my body is accustomed to months on the road with only my hand for company. I have a feeling I'll be touching myself tomorrow while remembering that blow job."

Just the mental image of Ceridor sprawled out on the bed massaging his dick sent a shiver through me; my own cock flopped around, trying to revive. "Can we fuck in the morning—do you think you'll be ready by then?"

He chuckled indulgently. "A virgin no more; he has awakened."

I swatted his arm playfully.

Even though I'd been the one to climax, Ceridor's expression softened into one of bliss. "When it comes to giving you what you need, I'm happy to, even if my body isn't there at the moment. I'm twelve years older than you, after all. You can fuck me in the morning, if you want it, or I can blow you again."

Was he saying I could fuck him, even if he wasn't raring to go sexually? "Don't spoil me, just because I'm inexperienced and younger."

"No," Ceridor protested, his expression guarded as he looked to the side, not touching eyes with me. "I do this because I want to, with someone I can trust. I trust you, Johann. You're a good person."

That warmed me. I was glad he trusted me, and my heart yearned to treasure him in return.

When he lay back on my pillow and opened his arms to me, I couldn't resist. I went to him and Ceridor rolled onto his back so I could pillow myself in the crook of his shoulder, my ear over his heart and cheek against his chest. Ceridor hummed in pleasure and I pulled the blanket up and over us and just settled in, letting the comfort of it sweep over me and nearly bring me to tears. The gentle way Ceridor handled me threatened to crack me open and reveal the deep well of grief lying dormant. I remembered him babysitting us, and how he'd let me sprawl across his legs for hours while he petted my hair and talked with me for as long as I wanted. Remembering that tenderness made me feel vulnerable. It threatened to bring my dark secret to light, that ever since my mother had passed, my father had turned into a monster.

Ceridor petted my hair and spoke softly. "Is it true what Effie whispered to me at dinner, that King Ott beats you?"

I sighed. So we were going there anyway.

"As you know, our mother passed a few years ago. After that, Father's drinking and rage became a genuine problem. At least he doesn't go after my sister, since he has me. If Father ever touched Effie, I'd have to kill him."

Ceridor's breath hitched as I was talking. He cradled me against his chest, one arm around my back and the other where he could squeeze the back of my neck. He kissed my hair, his voice full of grief. "I'm so sorry, Johann. If I had known on my visits to your court, I would have taken you and Effie away from here."

We hardly could have managed an escape without it being reported to the king, and his men sent to retrieve us, but I appreciated the sentiment. "Thank you."

We lay there for a while, just cuddling and quietly enjoying each other. Then as Ceridor's breathing evened out in sleep, I finally let go and dropped off.