Everything was happening too fast.
A little too fast.
First, his heat had come out of nowhere.
Then he'd lost control, thrown aside every hard-earned inhibition.
And now—God.
He had a thick, hard length of a prince's cock pressed against Ezra's soaked entrance, a promise of the fullness he craved.
But looking at the size, Ezra thought it would break him.
Literally.
He would rather be stabbed with a sword than with that…thing.
"Look at me" The prince's breath, hot and whiskey-tinged, fanned over Ezra's face.
Ezra's tear-filled eyes look up, meeting those burning gold pools. In that drunken, desirous gaze, he saw his own undoing reflected.
"I'll be gentle." The prince stated. "And I'll make sure you don't get hurt."
"A-Are…" Ezra whispers, trying not to look away. "Are you…sure?"
The prince's eyes widened as he stared at Ezra.
