Trapped in the Beastworld Breeder System (BL) Chapter 61: You can’t keep me standing 18

Lucien also couldn’t pull his lips away from Aries’s, and he reciprocated the feeling without hesitation.

He disregarded everything he had been saying monts earlier and kissed him just as fiercely as Aries had kissed him first. His hands road over Aries’s soft waist, kneading into it as he deepened the kiss. Aries’s back was pressed against the wall until Lucien finally moved them away from it, and the next thing Aries felt was his body being lowered onto the soft mattress beneath him.

The soft mattress beneath him, one that Aries loved so much and it was over. He wasn’t stopping again. The mattress was exactly what both of them needed in that mont, and its softness only served to ignite the passion already burning intensely between them.

Lucien continued kissing Aries, their upper and lower lips tangling together repeatedly. Then Lucien shifted, his mouth leaving Aries’s lips and moving to his neck. He trailed hot, wet kisses along the sensitive skin there, and Aries squird in pleasure, his legs tightening instinctively. Lucien moved lower, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, his fingers twirling idly over Aries’s skin before he pressed a kiss to his navel.

Lucien’s head dipped lower, toward the hardened evidence of Aries’s arousal, and even a simple lick nearly sent Aries spiraling. He rembered how intense it had felt the last ti and it made him realize how deprived he had been for nearly three months, and his body couldn’t help but respond eagerly.

He realized that all the actions he had perford in the bathtub were actually worth it because if he hadn’t, they might’ve taken themselves right in front of the maids if Lucien had been allowed to go further.

His entire body ached for it, craving the sensation. Lucien’s hand wrapped around him, working him exactly the way Aries had shown him that night, while Aries guided his movents softly, unable to hide his reactions.

Just as Lucien continued, a sudden knock sounded against the door, disrupting the intense mont.

But they still didn’t stop what they were doing as Lucien’s hands still fueled Aries body. His ears perched up as he listened.

"Your Highness," a voice called from the other side, formal and firm. "The court has been waiting for you. You need to make haste."

And then, Lucien’s hands, which had been roaming over Aries’s body, froze abruptly. He straightened imdiately, rising from the bed. Aries stared at him, thoroughly confused, his gaze fixed on Lucien’s turned back.

"We need to get dressed," Lucien said firmly.

"What?" Aries asked, his hands spreading out in disbelief.

"We can’t keep the king waiting."

"But you can’t keep standing either," Aries shot back.

Lucien paused at that and turned around, letting out a heavy sigh.

Truthfully, he wasn’t much better off himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave Aries like that. With clear reluctance, he lowered himself again and attended to him, determined to finish what he had started.

Lucien’s hands moved skillfully, as though muscle mory guided him. His fingers found their way back to Aries’s groin, wrapping securely as he worked him with steady, practiced motions.

Aries made sure to absorb every bit of pleasure he could, his eyes slipping shut as soft groans escaped him. Lucien’s mouth followed soon after, his tongue joining his hand.

Aries threw his head back at the overwhelming sensation. The heat, the wetness, the intensity all blended together, sending sharp waves through him as he fought the urge to cry out loud enough for the person at the door to hear.

Lucien continued, unrelenting, and Aries found himself gripping Lucien’s head, urging him closer until he reached his limit. His legs trembled as he finally ca, releasing into Lucien’s mouth as Lucien took it all without hesitation.

Lucien stood up afterward and moved toward the table. He grabbed a cloth, spat discreetly into it, then wiped his mouth before turning back to Aries.

"Now," he said seriously, "we really need to get dressed. The king can’t be kept waiting for too long."

A smirk curved Aries’s lips at that. The thought that a prince had just delayed the king because of him stirred sothing dangerously thrilling within him.

He rose from the bed slowly and deliberately, he slid his hand down toward Lucien’s groin. Lucien groaned softly as Aries murmured, "And what about yours?"

Aries pressed his hand more firmly, but Lucien quickly caught his wrist, gripping it tightly.

"You’ll deal with that later," Lucien said sternly. "Now, focus."

He stepped away and moved toward the chair where the clothes were laid out. This ti, Aries cooperated without protest. Soon, he stood before the mirror—silver hair neatly arranged, silver eyes bright. He wore a silver upper garnt paired with black shorts, sturdy boots on his feet, and his curly hair slicked back carefully.

Aries looked charming and striking in the courtroom attire, and Lucien, dressed in a similar fit, matched him perfectly.

As Lucien helped tie the belt at Aries’s back, his head resting briefly against Aries’s, he murmured, "I can’t wait to pin you down by your waist and drag you back to the bed."

The words filtered into Aries’s ears, making him shiver slightly. He realized then that the mate pull was stronger than he had assud. Why else would words like that affect him so deeply? At least, that was what he told himself, that it was the mate pull, not his own desire.

When Lucien finished adjusting the belt, he looked at Aries through the mirror and said calmly, "You need to stay composed when eting the king. Everything will be fine."

"I understand," Aries replied, and Lucien nodded in response.

Together, they exited the chamber and stopped before the grand doors of the courtroom hall. The doors opened almost imdiately, and a guard announced loudly,

"Entering now: Second Prince Lucien and the king’s esteed guest, Lord Aries."

Aries stiffened at the announcent, and his shock deepened when Lucien imdiately stepped away from him and walked ahead toward the officials gathered at the front of the hall.