...Imari’s eyes bore into Casvian’s. He got nothing. Not a clue about how the other man knew what he knew or what other valuable nuggets of information he’d gleaned using what had to be dubious methods.

He carefully stood and extended his hand. “Okay, Casvian. Two out of three.”

Cas took it, but he didn’t pull any dirty tricks as expected. He backed away and squatted low, legs spread wide, in preparation for the next round. Imari mirrored his movements as best he could.

“I know what I plan to take, Imari. What will you seek as your winnings, should you get that lucky?”

“My choice might just surprise you.” Leave him hanging, he thought to himself. Make him want more. The horny guy in him disappeared, leaving a ruthless ruler in his place. He lunged. They fought until the alarm wailed away in the other room. But time held no meaning now—they were all muscle and motion, curls of the spine and panting and clever little tricks. Imari even amazed himself with his strength and agility. Casvian looked shocked, too.

In a move meant to surprise, he fisted Imari’s shoulder-length locks and wrenched back his head to surprise him with a gentle kiss. Both men stopped.

“Foreplay,” Casvian whispered with a smile.

“I…” I’m not ready for this. Not really, he wanted to say. Another unbelievably soft kiss shut him up.

But the bastard used the second kiss to shove Imari back. If it hadn’t been for all the sweat, he’d have been a goner.

“So you like to play dirty?” Imari asked.

“The dirtier the better.”

That’s all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed the prince’s long hair with one hand and ran the other into the back of his shorts. The entrance to his ass was slick with sweat and yielded to Imari’s finger without hesitation. Once inside, it was easy to force Casvian onto his stomach. Hell, he practically slid wherever Imari wanted him to. His finger stayed put—and went deeper.

“Dammit!” Casvian’s body went rigid. “The rules…”

Imari bent low and gave his captive’s ear an agonizingly slow fuck of the tongue. Casvian moaned into the floor and ground his hips into the flexible surface.

Imari chuckled. “This is how we play on Turma.”

“Liar.”

Imari removed his finger from the hot asshole. “Yeah, you got me. But I did win.”

“Yes, you did.” Casvian turned to face him. Such beautiful eyes.

The prince shimmied off his shorts and raised his ass. “Lube’s by the bath. Second drawer on the right.”

“I don’t need it.”

Casvian’s head snapped up. “But I do. No lube, no fuck.”

Imari laughed. “Who said I was going to fuck you?”

The prince tried to lift himself from the floor to argue the point, but Imari sank all his weight onto his opponent’s lower back. Casvian’s sac swayed when he slipped nearer to the cushiony floor. Tempting morsels…Imari grazed the bare balls with two fingers. The prince shivered. Further exploration told him that the royal was completely hairless.

“Why do you shave, or whatever you do?” he asked.

“I like the way it feels.”

Imari tested the weight of each ball in his palm. So smooth. And big. He wondered if he could get one of those suckers into his mouth. Guess there’s only one way to find out…

He slapped Casvian’s ass playfully. “On your back.”

The royal rolled over and watched him through narrow slits. His nostrils flared. Casvian apparently hadn’t expected to lose, to give up control and let Imari take the lead. Imari wanted to laugh out loud. Casvian’s erection, however, was no laughing matter. It looked as angry as its owner, with a head tinged purple with blood. The snake tattoo curled over the flesh where hair should’ve been. Imari followed it with his finger. The colorful tail wrapped around the root of Casvian’s cock.

“That must’ve hurt like hell.”

The prince smiled. “Not if someone sucks you off during the process. The pain was… sweet. Exquisite even.”

Imari’s cock lurched at the thought of the soft crown now in his fingers being sucked by someone else. He touched the length of him, and it twitched away from his hand.