Limerence

Chapter twenty

CW: SMUT AHEAD just skip if you are uncomfortable. (I haven't checked the spelling I'm sorry).

He didn't have to tell George twice.

The brunette kneeled in front of The Prince, smirking at him. The blond sat down in the chair and then George slid his hands over Clay's thighs. George looked up to see his prince staring intensely at him. He looked so hot in that angle.

George was quick to unblucke his belt and, with Clay's help, he shoved his pants and underwear down to mid-thighs. He dragged his eyes for a moment, letting out a soft moan at the sight.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby?" Clay questioned stroking George's hair.

"You're so... big." he answered breathlessly.

"Yeah?" George wasn't even looking at him to know that he had a grin plastered on his fucking face.

"Yeah." he looked back up. "Can I..." he asked feeling how his mouth watered at the sight.

"God, please George." Clay begged tugging soflty the advisor's hair towards his growing election so that his lips would be in the head of his cock.

George shut his eyes and let out a sigh. He had been waiting so long for this, thinking about how it would feel to have Clay's dick around his mouth, thinking wbout how it would feel to have him inside him. The thought made him shiver every time.

The Prince shoved his hips lightly, touching the brunettes parted lips. Clay pulled his head back, squeezing his eyes.

"Fuck George."

"What? I haven't even done anything yet." the advisor teased with a smile.

"You love being a fucking brat, don't you?" Clay hissed pulling George's hair.

The brunette gasped in surprise, shutting his eyes once again. God, he loved feeling The Prince's hands around his hair.

"Look at me when I talk to you." Clay ordered, making the man kneeling open his eyes.

George limited himself to look at The Prince with innocent eyes, batting his eyelashes with a clearly fake confused expression.

"Keep acting like that and I won't be nice." the blond stated, grabbing George by his chin, forcing him to look up at him.

"Please, be mean to me." the brunette said, the sentence sounding more like a breathless whisper.

"You needy whore. All desperate for my cock." those words made George almost shut his eyes and whimper.

The Prince exploited George's parted lips, and with the hand that was grabbing his face, he forced the brunette to open his mouth. George took the hint and lolled his tongue out, making Clay to spit on his mouth without any warning. The brunette felt how Clay's saliva was caught on the edge of his mouth. He didn't even have to tell George to swallow.

"I wish you could se how pretty you look right now." Clay mentioned softly, making George flutter his eyelids. "So pretty when you are not being a fucking brat."

"You think I'm pretty?" George asked wanting to hear the blond praise him again.

"Beautiful. So beautiful."

Those three words were all the brunette needing to take the base of The Prince's dick with one of his hands while he surrounded his head with his mouth, making him make a noise at the unexpected surprise. Clay brought his hand to George's hair again and tugged it softly.

George felt his member throb for being untouched, and he wasn't able to keep himself from touching his crotch. He let out a sighing relief when he began palming himself over the clothes, making The Prince look down at the advisor.