A Royal Obligation
Chapter 135: Half The Truth

Chapter 135: Half The Truth

Sadiki swallowed hard, unsure how to answer Drystan’s question. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of the secrets he held making it hard to breathe.

"Nothing really," he finally said, his voice quieter than usual. He avoided Drystan’s gaze, not wanting to give away the turmoil he was feeling.

Drystan wasn’t convinced. He gently grabbed Sadiki by the shoulders and turned him so they were face-to-face. "You’ve been acting strange ever since the royal wedding," Drystan said softly, but there was a trace of hurt in his voice. "Do you still have feelings for Eirik?"

Sadiki felt a pang of guilt at the question, and he quickly shook his head, desperate to reassure Drystan. "No, of course not," he blurted out, his words tumbling out faster than he intended.

"I don’t have those kinds of feelings for Eirik anymore, believe me." He paused, searching for something else to say, something that could explain his mood. "I’ve just been missing my mother." It wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

It was a half-truth, one that he hoped would placate Drystan without raising more questions.

Drystan’s expression softened slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Oh," he said, his voice gentler now. "She’s in Valeidio, right?"

Sadiki nodded, grateful for the change in topic. "Yes." He tried to keep his voice steady, even as guilt churned in his stomach for not telling Drystan the full story.

Drystan’s arms circled around him, pulling him into a warm, comforting embrace. "Why not ask Prince Eirik for permission to visit home?" Drystan suggested gently. "I’m sure he’d let you go if you asked."

The warmth of Drystan’s embrace enveloped him, melting away some of his anxiety. Sadiki leaned into the hug, closing his eyes and savoring the comfort it offered. The thought of leaving, of escaping the growing web of lies and secrets, was tempting. "I’ll think about it," he murmured, though he knew deep down he couldn’t leave, not with the threats hanging over him.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Sadiki felt the tension between them start to dissolve. Drystan’s hand traced lazy circles on his back, sending shivers down his spine. It wasn’t long before Drystan’s lips found his neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that made Sadiki shiver with anticipation.

"Drystan..." Sadiki breathed, tilting his head to give him better access.

Drystan chuckled softly, his breath hot against Sadiki’s skin. "Missed my touch, did you?" he teased, peppering kisses along Sadiki’s jawline.

Sadiki laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Maybe a little."

Their laughter faded into silence as Drystan captured Sadiki’s lips in a searing kiss. There was nothing gentle about it; the kiss was hungry, desperate, as if they had been starved of each other’s touch for far too long. Sadiki melted into the kiss, his hands gripping Drystan’s shirt as he lost himself in the sensation.

Drystan pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Bed," he rasped, his voice rough with need.

Without waiting for a response, Drystan led Sadiki to the bed, their movements hurried and clumsy as they undressed each other. Buttons were torn from their shirts, belts unbuckled hastily, boots kicked off with abandon. The room was soon filled with the sounds of their frantic breathing and the rustle of clothing being discarded.

Sadiki lay back on the bed, his heart pounding as Drystan hovered over him, his eyes smoldering with lust. "Take me," Sadiki demanded, his voice trembling with urgency.

Drystan needed no further invitation. He positioned himself between Sadiki’s legs, his hands gliding down to cup his ass, lifting him slightly. Sadiki gasped as Drystan lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Sadiki’s entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Drystan sank into him, inch by agonizing inch.

"Fuck," Sadiki groaned, his nails digging into Drystan’s back as he fought to adjust to the intrusion. His muscles clenched around Drystan’s thick shaft, squeezing tightly as the fullness overwhelmed him.

Drystan paused, hovering above him, his forehead pressed to Sadiki’s. "Relax," he whispered, his voice strained. "Let me love you."

Sadiki forced himself to relax, his breath hitching as he felt Drystan begin to move. The initial burn gave way to pleasure, waves of it washing over him as Drystan set a steady rhythm. Each thrust drove him closer to the edge, the friction building heat between them.

He moaned softly, his fingers gripping the sheets as Drystan’s lips trailed down his neck, sending shivers through him. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a reminder of the bond they shared, a bond that had grown stronger in each passing day.

"Drystan... please..." Sadiki gasped, his hips bucking instinctively as he chased after his release.

"Come for me," Drystan growled, his thrusts growing more erratic, more forceful. "Show me how much you want this."

Sadiki’s vision blurred with pleasure, his orgasm barreling towards him with unstoppable force. "Drystan!" he cried out, his voice breaking as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over him.

He groaned deeply, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Sadiki felt the warm pulse inside him, and it sent another wave of pleasure through his own body, their coupling reaching a fever pitch. Drystan collapsed on top of him, both of them gasping for breath, their hearts pounding in unison.

"Sadiki... god, you feel so good," Drystan whispered between ragged breaths, his lips brushing against Sadiki’s ear. The heat of his breath sent a shiver down Sadiki’s spine, and he wrapped his arms around Drystan, holding him close.

Sadiki smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "My turn," he whispered, his voice husky with satisfied. He pushed Drystan off of him, gently.

Drystan raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. Without a word, he positioned himself on all fours, his back arching invitingly. He looked over his shoulder, a playful glint in his eyes. "Come on, don’t keep me waiting."

Sadiki didn’t need further encouragement, as his cock throb with renewed desire.

He moved behind Drystan, his hands caressing the firm cheeks before lining himself up.

"Ready?" Sadiki asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Drystan nodded, his breath hitching as Sadiki lined himself up. "Please," he begged, his voice ragged with need.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed into Drystan, feeling the tight heat envelop him. Drystan’s gasp was music to his ears, and he began to move, setting a steady rhythm that made Sadiki moan in response.

"Fuck, Sadiki," Drystan growled, his voice thick with desire. "So deep..."

Sadiki gripped Drystan’s hips, guiding him as he thrust harder, each movement bringing him deeper into Drystan’s body. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with their groans and moans. Sadiki could feel the tension building within him, the pleasure coiling tighter with each thrust.

"You like that, huh?" Sadiki panted, his voice rough with exertion. "Tell me how much you like it, Drystan."

"God, yes," Drystan cried out, his voice trembling with need. "I love it when you take me like this, Sadiki. Feels so fucking good..."

Sadiki’s control snapped, and he pounded into Drystan with abandon, his hips snapping forward with each thrust.

"More," Drystan panted, his hands trembled as he fought to maintain his position with each thrust. "Don’t stop."

Sadiki complied, his thrusts growing harder, faster.

The sound of Drystan’s voice, the way he reacted to every movement, made Sadiki’s pulse race even faster.

They moved together, their bodies in sync, as if they were made for each other. The intensity between them built higher and higher, their connection deepening with every passing second.

Drystan moaned Sadiki’s name, his voice filled with pleasure, and Sadiki couldn’t help but smile at the sound. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Drystan’s neck, whispering soft words of encouragement, feeling Drystan respond with every thrust.

Drystan’s cries grew louder, more desperate, his body clenching around Sadiki’s cock as he approached his own climax.

"Sadiki!!" Drystan shouted, his voice breaking with the intensity of his orgasm. "I’m coming, I’m coming!!"

The sensation of Drystan’s inner muscles spasming around him was too much for Sadiki to handle, and he followed Drystan over the edge, his own release washing over him in waves. He buried his face in Drystan’s neck, biting down gently as he came, the sensation sending shockwaves through his entire body.

They lay there for a moment, spent and panting, their bodies still connected. Slowly, Sadiki withdrew, rolling onto his back and pulling Drystan into his arms. They lay there, basking in the afterglow, their breathing gradually returning to normal.

"That was intense," Drystan murmured, his head resting on Sadiki’s chest. "But I think we can do better."

Sadiki chuckled, running his fingers through Drystan’s hair. "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

Drystan lifted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "How about we try something new? There’s a position I’ve been curious about..."

Sadiki raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Lead the way."

Drystan climbed out of bed, stretching lazily before turning to face Sadiki. He reached down, grabbing one of Sadiki’s wrists. "Come on, let’s see if we can make this work."

Sadiki allowed himself to be led, watching as Drystan positioned him against the headboard, his legs spread wide. Drystan then straddled Sadiki’s thighs, positioning himself at Sadiki’s entrance. With a slow, careful push, he guided himself inside, groaning at the tightness that greeted him.

"Fuck," Sadiki grunted, his hands gripping the headboard as Drystan began to move. "You’re killing me, Drystan."