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I need a Berenger in my life fr.

my headphones ran out of charge so reading this in the car and my dad is a terrible driver - risking the motion sickness wish me luck 🫡

I don’t care what might happen.’ Berenger wanted him. He couldn’t keep the way that made him feel out of his voice, the pleasure of it, the new confidence. ‘You’re not poor now. You can afford me.’
Berenger was shaking his head. ‘Ancel, I’m not poor now. But if the Prince fails—’
‘If he fails,’ said Ancel. He put his hand on the laces of Berenger’s jacket. ‘But if he wins?’

The slave was panting, looking up through a tangle of curls in a furious way, as though he’d like to have a second go-around, this time with his hand around someone’s throat. But he wasn’t looking at Ancel at all. He lifted that gaze and fixed it right on the Prince.
The two of them were locked together, Ancel utterly forgotten as he rose unsteadily to his feet.

Ancel half expected the Prince’s hand on his head, pushing him down the last inch, but when he glanced up, neither of the men were paying him any attention, their eyes locked on one another.

Ancel clasped his hands behind his back, mostly for show, and used his mouth only, bowing his head to tongue the slit. Fully hard now, the slave was bigger than any Ancel had taken.
‘He likes that. Do it harder.’
He felt the slave jerk again, heard the new hitch in his breathing. He did like that, tugging unconsciously on his restraints as Ancel, on the Prince’s instructions, began to slowly suckle the head.

And then came the cool words, ‘I wonder if we can do better than this. Stop.’
Ancel felt the slave jerk, his cock hardening as the Prince settled himself on the bower seat alongside them. Ancel shifted as the Prince’s shiny boot extended out right next to him. He looked up, and saw that the Prince’s eyes were on the slave, while the slave sat with his jaw clenched, his face turned away