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The Handsome Asshole

Chapter 7

Etienne lay on his face with his backside in the air, his eyes hooded as the stranger's tongue bathed his erection, soft balls, and the tight pink knot straining between his hard buttocks. The handsome stranger was slow and gentle, his wet tongue slapping steady and hot. He gripped Etienne by the base of his tail, pealed his hard cheek open, and slid his tongue in his anus with a finesse that left him shivering. Etienne had never been eaten this way and was embarrassed by the weak moans that escaped him.

After the jarring encounter down at the bar, Etienne had allowed the stranger to lead him to his room. The stranger backed him to the bed and peeled off his clothes, slid his paw down his breeches and gripped his penis hard, pulled off his coat and shirt with a careful patience that left his heart thudding with anticipation. The assault was slow - and indeed, the stranger was so strong that were moments when big Etienne felt as if he was being assaulted. But he trembled. And he liked it. With aggression and passion he was taken by the neck, and with aggression and passion, his cheek was pressed on the bed. His breeches were yanked down, his strong thighs caressed, and then that hungry mouth was devouring everything between them.

"Oh . . . . oh . . ." Etienne whispered as the stranger's hot tongue teased his anus to squirming. His muscular back tensed and his fingers curled tight in the sheets. Even if he wanted to escape the intensity of the pleasure, it was hard to move: his pants were still around his ankles, almost restricting him. He was surprised when the stranger suddenly stopped.

He whispered in Etienne's ear, "Suck my dick."

Etienne swallowed hard. He sat up to find the stranger sitting on the edge of the bed, pants-less, his thighs spread. He was still wearing his white shirt and it hung open, revealing the ripped muscles of his belly and chest.

Etienne stepped out of his pants and got down on the floor, taking in the stranger's muscular body, his broad shoulders, the pink penis that stood erect from a nest of curly red fur. His red mane was loose of its tail and hung around his shoulders. And his eyes . . . his eyes were so intense. God, he was pretty. Etienne looked at him and couldn't stop staring. He started to kiss the stranger's chest and belly, but his lips had barely touched the round pectoral when the handsome stranger pushed his fingers through his mane, whispering for him to kiss somewhere else.

"A bit ways lower," he softly joked, his hard penis flinching with anticipation.

Etienne looked at that pink erection and wanted to devour it. He could smell the musky sweat, could feel the heat. He looked in the stranger's eyes and wanted to kiss him, for it suddenly occurred to him that they had never kissed. He was twice the size of this young male, and yet he was kneeling on the floor, tall and tight with muscles, waiting to carry out his every whispered command. His penis stood large against his belly, aching to be licked again. The stranger's spit had gotten cold on it. He kept thinking about plunging himself under the stranger's tail and riding him hard. Riding him fast. Watching as his back tensed and flexed with every thrust. But he felt weak when he looked at him and wanted nothing more than to be taken - something he had never allowed before. It was as if the stranger had tamed him. Tamed him with those fiery eyes.

"Lick me," the handsome stranger whispered and smoothed his thumb over Etienne's lip.

Etienne bowed his head and obediently devoured the erection that stood waiting before him. He sucked long and slow, pausing only to kiss hot spit over the head of that perfect phallus. The stranger moaned and sighed, stroking Etienne's mane as he gave him pleasure and whispering his encouragement. The erection flinched. Etienne sputtered as the hot flood filled his mouth. He pulled away and struggled to swallow.

The stranger cupped Etienne's face and guided him to the bed. Without a word, he pressed Etienne down with his backside in the air again. He brushed Etienne's tail aside, and the prince's heart fluttered as the head of the stranger's phallus nudged his anus.

"Not like this . . ." the prince whispered.

The stranger paused and looked at him irritably.

"I want to see y --" The last word choked in Etienne's mouth when the stranger suddenly plunged. Hard. Etienne had never been taken under his tail before, and that first plunge silenced him. His eyes flew open wide as his wet anus squirmed to take in that width. His fingers tightened in the sheets and he tried to crawl away. It was too thick. Too big!

"Get back here, gorgeous."

The stranger dragged Etienne back by the tail and plunged again. Deeper.

"A-Ah!"

"Mmm . . . just as tight as I thought," the stranger whispered and smoothed an admiring paw along the prince's muscular aside. "You're so . . . mmm. Oh . . . oh yes. Squeeze on me just like that . . ."

The stranger plunged again and again, sliding himself carefully through the salvia he had so generously applied only moments before. Before long, the soft sound of squelching had filled the room, accompanied by Etienne's helpless cries.

The prince pressed his forehead to the sheets and sobbed with pleasure as their bodies rocked. His hard penis wobbled against the air. He was surprised when the stranger fondled him. He shuddered and felt himself drip.

"You're a big boy, aren't you? Bet you'd soak the sheets if you let go - mfh!"

Fondled and ridden at the same time, Etienne gritted his fangs and his golden tresses fell in eyes that were squeezed shut. He could feel the heat on his cheeks and it came harder when the stranger tweaked his nipples. The stranger's fingers on his erection were incredible. Etienne thought he would explode. He could feel himself heaving and flinching in that careful paw.

"Ah!" The stranger slammed his hips against Etienne and released. His seed gushed over, seeping from Etienne's tight anus and spilling down the back of his thighs in white rivulets.

Etienne moaned long and hard into the sheets as he, too, released in the stranger's paw. "A-ah . . . . ahhhhh."

They sagged together on the bed. The stranger climbed off almost immediately and rolled over his back. They lay on the bed, side by side, chests heaving, staring at the ceiling.

Etienne pushed his golden mane from his eyes and looked over at the stranger, whose red mane was loose around his handsome face. "What . . ." he panted, ". . . what's your name?"

The stranger laughed. "Well, aren't you absolutely adorable? Looking at me all puppy-eyed." He laughed again and stuck his arm behind his head.

Etienne frowned. "Don't _laugh_at me."

The stranger glanced at Etienne apologetically. "What's yours? Though I haven't a problem just calling you gorgeous." He smoothed his paw along Etienne's jaw, and Etienne felt his heart flutter when those intense eyes locked with his.

A name. The handsome jerk wanted a name. Etienne drew his face from the stranger's touch and looked at the ceiling. ". . . Jonathan," he lied, thinking of the name in his father's letter.

The stranger laughed. "That's hilarious. My name is Jonathan."

Etienne looked off. _Crap._He should have gone with Richard. Or Charles.

The stranger fumbled on the nightstand, and Etienne realized with a sinking heart that he was lighting a cigar.

"Oh, god. Don't tell me you smoke."

"Well . . . if you'd rather I put something else cylindrical in my mouth. . . ."

Etienne blushed and felt anger tense through him when the apparent Jonathan lit up anyway. "Do you _always_have to talk dirty to me?"

"Not used to it yet, your majesty?" Jonathan returned playfully.

Etienne winced. "Don't call me that," he muttered and looked out the window. He hated himself when he wanted Jonathan to hold him. He was so used to cuddling with Decius afterward, but this Jonathan was completely indifferent. It made Etienne feel like a used object. He lay there, watching as Jonathan smoked and trying to get up the courage to ask for a cuddle.

And, god, Jonathan was beautiful. Just absolutely beautiful. His red mane was much longer than it had originally seemed when pulled back in a tail. It hung loose around his face and ears. His ears were white, as was his muzzle, but a hint of golden-brown hugged the rest of his body in splotches. His belly was hard and strong, as were his thighs and arms. He lay on his back, the tip of tail slapping as he occasionally shifted his feet. The lazy movement slid his soft penis against his thigh. Etienne couldn't help staring at it. Jonathan caught his eye and he looked away.

"You want it again," Jonathan said with a laugh.

"No," Etienne muttered.

"You were looking. And you looked pretty hungry. Would you like it in your mouth or your ass? Or you could sit on it while I watch."

Etienne blushed hard. "Stop it," he said, eyes fixed on the window.

The mattress wobbled when Jonathan drew near and whispered in his ear, "I loved shooting in your mouth. The way you choked on my dick was exquisite. You have . . . the hottest . . . hungriest tongue . . ." he whispered between kisses.

Etienne shivered as the kisses trailed down his neck.

"Would you like to drink Daddy's elixir again?"

Etienne squirmed away. "Shut up."

Jonathan chuckled and tapped ash into the ashtray. The smoke of his cigar curled through the room. "That's a definite yes."

"Do you do this sort of thing all the time?" Etienne demanded.

Jonathan laughed. "Why do you care?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

Jonathan sighed, for the first time looking morose. "Not all the time," he said at last. "But a fellow has to get his dick sucked every now and then, hasn't he?" He pulled on the cigar and looked at Etienne curiously, his fiery eyes softening with thought. "Why? You planning the wedding already?" he teased.

Etienne scowled and looked out the window. "I just wanted to know."

"And do you?"

"Do I what?"

Jonathan exhaled a wreath of smoke, his eyes bright with amusement. "Fuck cute blokes you bump into at random taverns?"

Etienne chose to ignore the compliment. "No," he said at once. It was true. Jonathan was the first stranger Etienne had ever slept with. While at university, the boys he messed around with were always boys he had known for a time. And then there was Decius. And Corene. And Flavia. This was the first time he slept with someone before even learning their name.

"And yet you hopped in the sack with me without hesitation," Jonathan observed. "I'm flattered."

"Don't be."

Jonathan laughed. "You're cute," he whispered and his eyes softened. He stared.

Etienne looked at him in surprise, but the handsome jerk turned his face away and tapped more ash into the ashtray.

Suddenly tired of holding back, Etienne slid his arm under Jonathan's neck and pinned him to the pillow in a passionate kiss. Jonathan's lashes fluttered in surprise, but it wasn't long before his tongue responded, twisting with Etienne's, hungry and hot. Etienne's heart fluttered happily. He twisted his head and deepened the kiss, but Jonathan pushed him away and scooted back.

Etienne sat up, amazed to see the handsome male so flustered and shaken.

Jonathan shook his head and backed away. "No," he whispered hoarsely. "Don't . . . . don't kiss me." He turned his back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Etienne stared at that muscular back, thoroughly confused. "But why?"

"Just don't."

"What if I just held you?"

"No."

Etienne frowned. "Why is it so difficult to be close?" he asked softly and rubbed Jonathan's back.

Jonathan tensed. "Because I don't know how. Stop - stop touching me."

Etienne stopped. He stared at Jonathan's back uncertainly, not knowing what to do. "I suppose I'll leave, if you li --"

The word was hardly out of Etienne's mouth. Jonathan turned to him, smothering him with an aggressive kiss that pushed him down on the bed. His paws were hard on his body, feeling, fondling, and caressing until Etienne's moans were loud in the silence.

The handsome asshole made love to Etienne a second time. And when the prince awoke, he was alone . . . and all his jewelry was gone.