Turncoat by Megan Derr (the false prince series txt) 📕

in Greg's hair, kept him pressed close. "You're an eager little thing."

Greg looked up with a quick grin, eyes bright and hot, then went back to what he was doing. He shifted his balance, pulled back just enough to get his hands up to the fastenings of Dixie's jeans. The soft noise of approval he made as he pulled Dixie's cock out was the most gratifying thing Dixie had heard in forever. "I really hope you're going to fuck me."

"That's the aim," Dixie replied. "Be easier to do if you were wearing less."

Giving Dixie's cock one last teasing stroke, Greg moved away to strip off the boxers he was wearing, tossing them to join the growing heap of clothes on the floor.

Naked, Dixie crawled onto the bed. It was too small for the both of them, but they'd have to make do. He settled between Greg's thighs, idly stroking all that dark gold skin that was even softer than it looked, and smooth as smooth could be. He dragged his callous-rough fingers over Greg's cock, liking the shudder that got him, the way those brown eyes darkened, the pupils blown. His fingers explored further, finding nothing but smooth, hot skin. Dixie smirked. "You're like one of those hairless cats."

"Haha. One more cat joke and I'm starting in with 'dark choc—'" Greg toppled a bit when Dixie shut him up with a kiss, but Dixie chased him down and kissed him harder, determined to learn every secret of that troublesome mouth.

Fingers skated along his skin, lingering at his ass to grab hard. Dixie drew back, mouth curving in a smirk. "Find something you like?"

"I'm not usually much for doing the fucking, but your ass is definitely a rule breaker," Greg replied, then reared up enough to put attention on Dixie's collarbone, then up to his throat.

Dixie enjoyed that for a couple of minutes, then shook loose of Greg's hold enough to grab the lube and condoms. "Get yourself ready. I want to see that."

Greg caught the lube when Dixie tossed it, quickly coating his fingers as he spread his thighs as much as the bed allowed. He reached down and back pretty as you please, teasing and stroking at his own hole before nudging one finger inside.

"You make it real hard not to make cat jokes," Dixie said, "as much as you like to be touched and clearly know how to take care of yourself."

"Yeah, well, this business doesn't leave much time for finding somebody else to do the work." Greg worked a second finger into himself, head falling back, breath coming sharper, shorter, as he fucked himself on his own fingers. "Speaking of somebody else doing the work…"

"I gotcha," Dixie said, getting a condom on and moving in close again, stroking lightly over Greg's fingers where they were still working his hole. He gently pushed in one of his own, mouth dropping over Greg's to swallow the gasp that got him.

Breaking the kiss, pushing in a second finger as Greg's slid away, Dixie bit at the soft lobe of Greg's ear before murmuring, "You sure I can't make cat jokes?"

Greg groaned. "Only because your drawl makes everything sound sexy. But you'd better be about to fuck me, nice as your fingers are."

Chuckling, Dixie drew back and removed his fingers. Slicking himself up, he pressed his cock to Greg's wet, stretched hole and carefully pushed inside. He spread Greg's thighs up and wide, determined to drive as deep as he could into that tight heat. Sweat made Greg's skin gleam, and the hungry look on his face as Dixie began to fuck him in earnest was the finest thing Dixie's had seen in months. "Good kitty," he murmured, and then thrust hard, turning the curse Greg had started to form into a howl.

Greg's arms came up, but Dixie snagged them and pinned them to the bed, not even remotely surprised when that got him a long moan. He nipped at Greg's jaw, lapped at his lips, kissed him hard enough to bruise as he pulled out and slammed back in, over and over, pounding Greg as hard as he could, determined to take and give every ounce of pleasure he could wring out of the both of them.

Byron was gonna give him hell over the bed knocking the walls, but he didn't much damn care right then.

He pressed Greg's wrists harder into the mattress, bent close to his ear again as he pounded that fine ass. "Give it up, pussycat. Come on my cock, just because I told you to." Greg moaned and shuddered, whimpering out Dixie's name as he came apart, head thrown back to bare his throat.

Dixie put his teeth to it as he pumped a last few times before finally coming himself, the orgasm hitting so hard his vision went spotty for a moment.

When he could see and breathe properly again, he gently pulled out and discarded the condom, rustled up a hand towel from his laundry basket, and mopped up the mess on Greg's skin. He threw it in the hamper for dirty laundry, then turned back to the bed—where Greg had already climbed out and was pulling on his boxers.

Before Dixie could say anything, Greg practically crawled up him and kissed him hard. "Sweet dreams, dark chocolate."

Dixie pinched him. Hard.

All it got him was a snicker as Greg left, a mischievous grin before he was completely out of sight.

Yawning, Dixie killed the lights and crawled into bed, and was fast asleep within seconds.

*~*~*

"Shut up," Dixie said, opening the fridge and pawing through it to avoid Byron's smirking face as long as possible.

Byron chuckled. "Like I said, I'm surprised you two haven't crossed paths before. I knew you'd get along."

"It's too early to put up with you," Dixie replied as he finally grabbed the orange juice and a couple of hard boiled eggs from the bowl where Byron always kept some.

"It's three in the afternoon."

"That's early for us, and you know it, so shut up." He set