[littl3chocobo]

the tears unnerved him and turning his face downwards to kiss a velveted thigh. "if, if i said," he paused for another kiss, "i would be willing to not repent for this sin and go to hell as well....would you stop crying?"

[Honey]

Tears were wiped away roughly, each salty droplet falling down to his skirt where it turned the already dark green darker yet. Turning back to look at the Prince, who still occupied himself with the velvety smooth fabric of his dress, the boy was left with the thought of the offer as genuine. Offering a gentle nod and a snuffled affirmation he wiped at his eyes again

[littl3chocobo]

the sounds of tears stopped though he was too lost to think about it until he touched one near to the other's thigh. "...i must wait a week to find out if you are worth hell my witchy little wife, why do i find myself eager more so than reluctant?" shifting from his knees he melted against ainsley so that only cloth separated them and put his face back to the velvet

[Honey]

He did his best to shrug at his husband’s question, to him it was not entirely clear either. “What one cannot have...often seems irresistible,” the boy muttered softly as he watched the Prince press closer, the lips continuing to brush against the fabric of his skirt in such a way it felt surprisingly calming. “Such is heaven, we cannot achieve it here on land and it seems so wonderful and desirable.”

[littl3chocobo]

he all but sighed at the words. "so untrue, if i wanted i could take now and noone would say a thing, your skirts hide your nature and my name hides the crime. they would watch from the eaves and shadows and say nothing as the son of the king, the duke takes his wife and fulfills his duty of making more sons"

[Honey]

Eyes stared down at the Prince where he still remained hunched over his thighs. While the words seemed so untrue, so unrealistic, he had no doubt in his mind that his husband could and would take advantage of such a situation had the possibility arisen. "It could confirm suspicions if you did though," he countered with only half of his own assurance, "there wouldn't be blood on the sheets, nor any out here. They would call me unpure."

[littl3chocobo]

"all they know is i have a wife who cannot perform her duties, what would they think but i grew impaitent with her and made myself fit? there is little doubt in the minds of those who know that my wife is still pure, i have ears enough to hear that much"

[Honey]

Sadly the words were true, and though he found it a valid argument at first he could see his flaws easily, as though a light had been shined onto them while they laid in the dark. Finding himself nodding despite it all, though he felt nothing more to say for their argument, and instead laid a hand against the Prince's cheek and turned the face out of his lap to look towards him instead. "Well perhaps we can keep them wondering and wait patiently for the next span? Even then their rumors may not be confirmed or denied, everything could be our secret."

[littl3chocobo]

snorting a laugh he pulled free of the soft hand and stood from the boy. "you seek to convince me of making a decision that has already been made, don't be such a fool wife." brushing away the dirt he turned to leave. "do not think though that you are excused from my chambers tonight"

[Honey]

Had he only been so lucky as to have the evening for himself. Snorting softly to himself in an act of unladylike manner he adjusted the box in his hands as he traveled through the corridors towards his husband's chambers. While the morning had seemed eventful in and of itself, the thoughts had left him thinking about the Prince's power and what he could do, and it frightened him. Though the question truly at the front of his mind was why his husband wished for him to return that evening. He'd given him what he wanted the night prior, and he was still required to prepare for the following week. Pursing his lips, he rapped his knuckles on the door before slipping inside before so much as a confirmation was given.

[littl3chocobo]

he called for the other to come in but made it clear he was busy though he had not been reading for the last several minutes waiting. "hello wife. you have been practicing correct?" when he got a sick flush and a nod he grinned. "you will show me, but first, as you did last night. i cannot have anything but your sin and shame but i can be content with that for now"

[Honey]

He all but shuddered at the grin that spread itself across the Prince's face. Anyone being amused by something so terrible sickened him, but unfortunately he had nothing to do except do as he was told. Setting the box aside on it's pillow, he was slower to do as the Prince wished for him to do. Unsure if it was a conscious effort to draw out the evening and perhaps omit the Prince watching him practice, or if it was one of subconscious afraid due to the audience he had watching with more to expect than the night prior. Still, it did not take as long as he'd hoped, and in the end he was left panting softly as he stood at the side of the bed, waiting for further instruction

[littl3chocobo]

he licked his lips as the other dropped his dress and chemise hiding his recent display with only a hand and a splatter across the floor left to show for it. "...your perversions are beautiful wife, now the the box, open it and sit upon the smallest one"

[Honey]

Watching the other's tongue flick out to wet his lips he found himself echoing the action before his attention was brought to the box. A silky hand stretched out to pull the brown lid of the box away before took a hold of the smallest rod inside. To him it was already an enemy despite being the smallest, and he found himself deciding it wouldn't be the worst of his problems in less than a span. Carefully and deliberately the boy slid the box to the side, carefully climbing beside the other though refrained from touching him in any way. As he rose, his skirt inched higher as he tugged at the velvety material until only the tips of his toes showed out from beneath the dark skirt of his dress. Sending a nervous glance to the side to get a view of the Prince, he found himself unable to stare for long with the look plastered onto the man's face and instead took to the dowel.

[littl3chocobo]

he had seen the trick before a few times and each of the whores that had done it looked as if they were seeing divine rapture or else as if they had a particularly fine secret that he was not privy too the lad however looked as if he was being skewered through by iron and it was not beautiful. he looked away until a soft sound let him know the deed was done, looking back to the pale face he found it strained and curling his lip frowned. "you have done it wrong wife, leave me now. i do not want to see your face any longer."

[Honey]

Worry filled his thoughts in the morning, the previous night leaving him less than pleased with what he’d show the Prince. It wasn’t strength or the ability to endure, but instead it was a sign of weakness, something he never wanted the Prince to see. It was quick that he made the decision to keep himself from falling ill to the ways of his weakness, and instead made the decision to make himself stronger for not only his own benefit, but for his family’s sake as well. Keeping a slow pace as he emerged from his chambers for the morning prayer, the boy left for mass plenty early to assure himself that he would be the first to arrive