The room was thick with tension, a heavy silence punctuated only by the rapid heartbeat pounding in Riven's chest. He paced like a caged beast, his frustration obvious.
Riven had gone to meet his friends earlier because he'd missed them. Deep down he knows he did the right thing by wanting to spend some time with them but somehow that became the reason he's suddenly on edge. His thoughts are all over the place, wild and uncontrolled.
He's been so restless since he parted ways with his friends after dinner and it didn't help that he couldn't go back Vaelorian like he promised. After all the older boy was the reason he's currently like this.
Riven pretended like it didn't bother him earlier but the more his friends teased him about his unusual closeness with the prince, the more he realized he didn't know how to define what he has with him. He was indeed in too deep. Were they dating or just hookup buddies? Most importantly, he didn't care for labels before, so why now?
Is this how his life is going to be from now on? Will his mood always going to depend on the older boy? Always thinking about him? Maybe he should break things off with him. He can't afford to live like this.
Riven continued pacing around, his frustration bubbling over. He was feeling like ripping something to pieces when suddenly, the door swung open. His senses prickled as if the air itself had shifted and every restraint he had managed to build flew right out of the window as Vaelorian stepped inside the room with a smile.
Vaelorian's eyes flicked over Riven's restless figure with a hint of amusement.
"Well, hello there. If it isn't the con-man who tricked me with a kiss earlier." He greeted, voice smooth and playful, a flicker of amusement still dancing in his gaze. He took a slow step forward, observing Riven's restless pacing with an appraising look. "This is new. Trying a new workout routine?" he added with a smile, voice laced with a teasing edge.
Riven cussed under his breath and without warning, his movements shifted. He moved with practiced precision, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat, his hand reaching up to grip Vaelorian's collar. The sudden force had Vaelorian's eyes widening, but he didn't resist. Instead, he was pulled in, lips crashing down onto Riven's in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Their bodies collided with reckless abandon, clothes tearing as they wrestled, desperate to claim what they craved. The room became a battleground of lips, hands, and moans, each pushing and pulling with a raw, primal energy. Riven's need to dominate was undeniable—he took control, guiding the pace, asserting his strength as if to drown out the chaos within him.
But amid the storm of passion, Vaelorian's voice broke through, unsure yet insistent.
"Riven? Hold on, I need to tell you something." His words were muffled by moans, Riven's mouth trailing down his neck, leaving fiery kisses that ignited more tension.
Riven's lips pressed into Vaelorian's skin, hungry and commanding.
"Can't it wait? I'm kind of in the middle of something right now, Your Highness." he muttered, his hand slipping toward Vaelorian's pants, intent on taking things further. But Vaelorian's grip on his wrist was firm, stopping him.
"Riven, I'm serious. I need to tell you something." Vaelorian's voice trembled with urgency.
Riven's brow furrowed in annoyance. "Fine," he snapped, voice edged with frustration. "Talk."
Vaelorian swallowed hard, the words caught in his throat. "I, um… I'm engaged to someone. The letter arrived this afternoon."
The air thickened with shock. Riven's eyes widened, the fire in his gaze flickering into something colder, deadlier just as Vaelorian expected.
"What the actual fuck, Vaelorian?" Riven exclaimed, voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and rage. His hand shot up instinctively, signaling for silence when Vaelorian opened his mouth, ready to speak.
"Save it!" Riven cut him off, voice low and dangerous. "I don't want to hear anything about me cussing right now," he added darkly, glaring with a fierce intensity that made Vaelorian flinch.
Then, he started pacing back and forth, his mind spun with chaos—anger, betrayal, heartbreak-all tangled into one. He's aware that this wasn't Vaelorian's doing, but it still fucking hurts.
"Who is she?" Riven demanded, voice rough.
"Lady Lysandra of House Morwyn," Vaelorian replied in almost a whisper.
"She's from one of the great houses," Riven thought cursing under his breath, his fists clenched, face contorting with a tumult of emotion—hurt, rage, something darker he couldn't quite name. But he didn't hold back. Instead, he marched back to the bed and was on top of Vaelorian again, lips crashing into his with ferocious hunger, seeking to drown out the pain with raw, bruising kisses.
"Ouch! Slow down, Riven!" Vaelorian protested, gasping as Riven's teeth bit into his lips, rough and demanding. He's going to draw blood if he keeps going like this.
"You said you were mine to do with as I please, does that offer still stand?" Riven asked looking into the older boy's eyes.
"Yes, always!" Vaelorian replied without hesitation.
"Alright then, you're going to call off the engagement," Riven growled, voice thick with authority. His hands roamed possessively, fingers tracing the line of Vaelorian's neck, down to his collarbone, and down his chest before slipping into his pants.
"I want to hear you say it, Your Highness." Riven said huskily.
Vaelorian's body trembled beneath him, burning with desire. He moaned softly, the sound muffled by Riven's lips on his.
"I will call off the engagement, you have my word," he whispered, voice trembling. Riven was driving him crazy with need.
Vaelorian knew he would call off the engagement the moment he learned about it anyway. His heart only belongs to the younger boy.
"Good," Riven muttered, his eyes burned fiercely and possessively as he looked up at Vaelorian briefly before going back to nibble on his ear, his voice a low command. "You better call it off. You're mine, and nobody is going to take what's mine."
Vaelorian's hand reached up, gently tugging at Riven's hair, trying to ground himself amid the storm of emotions. Their gazes locked—an intense, unspoken challenge. Riven paused, momentarily distracted from his assault on the older boy's neck, eyes searching his face.
"Are you upset?" Vaelorian asked softly as he brushed a hand through Riven's hair.
Riven's jaw clenched and unclenched. "I'm fucking pissed!" he admitted, voice hoarse.
"I understand." Vaelorian said gently.
Riven was furious! But beneath the anger was a relentless hunger, a need to possess, to dominate even! He feels like the little control he has gained over this life is somehow slipping away.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Vaelorian asked gently and Riven shook his head.
"I don't feel like talking! Talking won't do. I need something else." Riven replied, frustration evident in his voice.
"Tell me what you need, love." Vaelorian urged gently, looking at the younger boy with affection.
"I need to forget. I need you—now." Riven said.
"I'm all yours, always." Vaelorian whispered, voice filled with determination as he cupped Riven's face, pulling him into a fierce, desperate kiss.
Riven's breath hitched as Vaelorian's lips trailed down his neck, each kiss sending a shiver down his spine. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a mix of stress and desire that he desperately needed to release.
"God, I need this," Riven thought, his hands gripping Vaelorian's shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath his fingertips. "I need to let go, to forget about everything for a while."
Vaelorian seemed to sense his urgency, his kisses growing more insistent, his hands roaming over Riven's lower body possessively.
The older boy's hands moved lower as he unbuttoned Riven's pants and slide it down his hips. Riven lifted his hips, helping Vaelorian remove the last barrier between them.
Vaelorian's fingers traced and teased the length of Riven's beautiful dick, making him gasp and arch into the touch.
"Is this okay? " Vaelorian asked, his voice a low growl and Riven nodded, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Yes, please. I need your mouth on me."
With that, Vaelorian took Riven into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the younger boy's sensitive tip. Riven's hands fisted in the sheets, his body tensing as pleasure washed over him. He could feel the stress and anger leaving his body, replaced by a growing need for more of whatever Vaelorian was doing.
"More," Riven thought, his hips lifting to meet Vaelorian's mouth. "I need more."
Vaelorian seemed to sense his need, his hands gripping Riven's hips as he took him deeper. Riven's body trembled, the sensation of Vaelorian's mouth on him sending him closer to the edge.
"Vaelorian," Riven gasped, his body tensing as he felt his release building. "I'm close."
Vaelorian pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Riven's. "Then let go, my love. I've got you."
With a final thrust of his hips, Riven did just that, his body convulsing as he came, Vaelorian's name on his lips. He felt the older boy's hands on him, soothing him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
As Riven's body slowly relaxed, Vaelorian moved up his body, his lips finding the younger boy's in a heated kiss.
Riven wrapped his arms around Vaelorian's neck, hugging him tightly.
"That was amazing! Shall we get to the real thing now?" Riven asked mischievously.
"You're insatiable," Vaelorian said teasingly, before flipping the younger boy over.
"Don't hold back!" Riven instructed and
Vaelorian smiled, his eyes dark with desire.
"As you wish."
Vaelorian positioned himself between Riven's legs and trailed kisses down his back. He took his time prepping the younger boy first and then, slowly and gently, Vaelorian entered Riven. When the younger boy was comfortable, he began to move. Impatient, Riven asked him to move faster.
"Fuck, yes!" Riven breathed arching his back when Vaelorian hit his sweet spot.
This is exactly what I need, Riven thought, his eyes fluttering closed as Vaelorian's mouth found a spot to suck on his neck.
I need to lose myself in this, in him. I don't wanna think about anything else but him inside of me, Riven thought blissfully with his eyes closed.
"Tell me what you need, my love." Vaelorian murmured against Riven's skin, his voice a low rumble.
"Make me forget everything except this, except us," Riven replied lacing their fingers together.
A slow smile spread across Vaelorian's face, and he nibbled on Riven's ear, understanding the younger boy's request. His movement became even faster, but his body was still covering Riven's like a protective shield.
"Then let go, love. Let me take care of you."
Riven could feel the tension and anger in his muscles slowly disappear as Vaelorian thrusts into him, the stress of the day melting away under Vaelorian's skilled movements.
They continued far longer than usual, until none of them could move again before they finally decided to stop. Riven was fully sedated when Vaelorian pulled out, and needless to say, all the anger in his body had disappeared.
"Are you okay?" Vaelorian asked after they'd calmed down.
"I'm fine. Thank you," Riven murmured, his voice soft. "I needed that."
Vaelorian smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on Riven's back. "Anytime, my love"