Chapter 486: ’Hands On The Mirror.’
Heinz pressed his body flush against Florian’s back, the heat between them palpable.
His clothed hardness ground against Florian’s ass, eliciting a soft gasp from the prince.
The mirror before them reflected their entangled forms—Heinz’s towering frame enveloping Florian’s slender one, his broad hands gripping Florian’s hips possessively.
"Look at us," Heinz murmured, his voice low and commanding, lips brushing against Florian’s ear. "See how perfectly you fit against me."
’Like you were made for me.’
Florian’s glossy eyes met their reflection, his cheeks flushing crimson as Heinz’s fingers trailed up his chest, teasing his sensitive skin. "H-Heinz, that’s....that’s embarrassing—"
"Shh," Heinz interrupted, sliding two fingers over Florian’s lips. "Open your mouth."
Florian hesitated, his breath hitching, but Heinz didn’t wait. He pressed his fingers against Florian’s lips, urging them apart.
The prince’s tongue flicked out timidly, and Heinz grinned darkly as he felt the warm wetness of Florian’s mouth envelop his fingers.
"Good boy," Heinz purred, thrusting his fingers deeper into Florian’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Florian’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away.
Instead, he suckled obediently, his cheeks hollowing as he took Heinz’s fingers eagerly.
Heinz groaned, his bulge throbbing painfully against the confines of his pants. The sight of Florian—his prince, his prize—submitting so completely, was intoxicating.
He curled his fingers, grabbing Florian’s tongue and pulling gently, making the prince whimper around his intrusion.
"How can you say this is embarrassing?" Heinz commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Look at how beautiful you look, and you seem to be enjoying this."
Florian’s eyes flicked to the mirror, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal.
He looked utterly debauched—his lips stretched around Heinz’s fingers, his body trembling with need.
’Fuck. I want to go inside him.’
Heinz couldn’t help but grind harder against him, relishing the way Florian’s hips bucked involuntarily.
But he needed to be patient.
He still couldn’t forget about the three-second incident.
This was his redemption.
"Hands on the mirror," Heinz ordered, withdrawing his fingers from Florian’s mouth.
Florian obeyed without hesitation, placing his palms flat against the cool surface of the mirror.
Heinz smirked, trailing his wet fingers down Florian’s back, leaving a trail of slick saliva in their wake. He reached Florian’s waistband and, with a sharp tug, ripped the prince’s pants away, exposing his smooth, creamy skin.
Florian gasped, his body tensing as the cold air hit his exposed flesh. Heinz leaned forward, his lips brushing against Florian’s ear.
"I get so surprised whenever you’re suddenly obedient," he whispered, his voice dripping with praise.
Florian made a sound that Heinz could only describe as a whimper. ’He wants to interject.’
He thought, amused.Heinz’s hands roamed lower, slipping beneath the torn fabric of Florian’s clothes to grope his ass.
Florian’s breath hitched, his hips arching back into Heinz’s touch. Heinz groaned, his fingers teasing the slick entrance between Florian’s cheeks.
"So wet already," Heinz murmured, rubbing his fingers against Florian’s hole, gathering the slickness there. "I can never get used to this."
Florian whimpered, his hands trembling against the mirror. "H-Heinz, stop teasing...come on—"
"Mhm? What do we say when we want something?" Heinz teased, thrusting the tip of his finger inside Florian’s tight heat, making the prince cry out. "I think, you’re forgetting basic manners again."
Florian’s words came out in broken gasps. "P-Please."
Heinz’s breath quickened, his member straining against his pants. He inserts his finger even more. "Say it again."
Florian’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Heinz’s fingers teased his entrance. "Please," he gasped, louder this time, his voice trembling with desperation.
The sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to Heinz’s groin, his cock throbbing in response. Heinz couldn’t hold back any longer.
He shoved a single finger inside Florian, watching their reflection intently as the prince’s eyes widened, his lips parting in a silent scream.
Florian’s body arched like a bowstring, pleasure coursing through him as Heinz’s finger moved deeper, twisting and probing. "Y-Your Majesty," Florian moaned, his fingers clawing at the mirror, leaving faint streaks across the surface. "It’s...it’s too much..."
’He says that and yet he’s...’
Heinz smirked, his lips brushing against Florian’s ear. "Too much? Or not enough?" he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
He withdrew his finger slowly, only to push it back in with more force, making Florian cry out. "Tell me what you really feel, Florian."
Florian’s head dropped forward, his forehead pressing against the cool glass of the mirror. His voice was barely a whisper at first, but it grew louder, more desperate. "Please...more. I need more."
Heinz chuckled, the sound low and predatory. "How vocal of you. But since you asked so nicely..." Without hesitation, he added a second finger, stretching Florian’s tight heat.
The prince’s body jerked, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Heinz began to move his fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Y-Your Majesty..." Florian gasped, his thighs trembling. His cock was hard and leaking, pressed against the mirror as Heinz’s fingers worked him open. "It feels...it feels so good..."
Heinz twisted his fingers inside Florian, searching for that sweet spot that would make the prince unravel.
When he found it, Florian’s reaction was immediate.
His back arched violently, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as pleasure exploded through him.
Thrills of saliva dripped down his chin, his eyes glazed over with ecstasy.
"There it is," Heinz growled, his voice rough with arousal. "Even with three fingers inside, you still seem so tight." He curled his fingers, hitting that spot again and again, watching as Florian’s body jerked with each thrust.
Florian obeyed without hesitation, his voice trembling with need. "Heinz...Heinz, please...I...I need...I need..."
"You need what? Hm?"
"I-I need you...inside..."
Heinz’s cock ached, straining against the confines of his pants. He pulled his fingers out slowly, making Florian whimper at the loss. "Shh," Heinz murmured, pressing a kiss to Florian’s shoulder. "I’ll give you what you need."
He undid his pants, freeing his throbbing length. He didn’t need to touch himself—just the sight of Florian, trembling and desperate, was enough to make him painfully hard. Heinz positioned himself behind Florian, gripping the prince’s hips tightly. "Look at the mirror," he commanded, his voice firm. "Keep your eyes on our reflection. If you look away, I’ll stop."