[littl3chocobo]

he left the warmth and safety of the kitchen when they started the evening meal and everyone he passed was met with blank looks. they seemed frightened and he wondered if any of them had ever wished to strike him. he hurried to his closets

[Honey]

He received mixed looks of both disdain and in difference, both coming from various members of the help. Though the reason for either look confused him, but he pushed them both from his mind and continued through the busy hall towards the hot and bustling kitchen. The marquess was mindful of those carrying food and tried his best to keep out of their way, though once he entered the room if it all he couldn't help it. Only the help of a sweet and plump lady that worked to keep it all in order was willing to answer his question for where the Prince could have been. He gave his thanks and went to leave, though the lady was quicker than he was and pushed a bag of candied nuts and fruits into his hand before shooing him away

[littl3chocobo]

he expected the knock and bid the servant entrance though when he was greeted not with food but with his wife he set aside his reading, "attacking a prince is punishable by death wife"

[Honey]

His mind was quick with a quip, and though his tongue was willing to cooperate the marquess was able to bite down before it had a chance to speak. "I brought you some candy nuts and fruit, my lord." giving the small bag in hand a crinkle the boy held it out with a soft presentation

[littl3chocobo]

raising a brow he looked down at the small wrapped parcel. "you have committed on of the worst crimes imaginable and you seek to bribe me with sweets?"

[Honey]

Calmly he strode away from the door, closer towards the side of his husband's bed. Many possibilities of what to say to the man passed through his mind, but he found that none of them fit what he wished for, and instead said nothing. Taking one of the hands into his own, he turned the palm up to press the parcel into the hand before curling the fingers around it and his around them both

[littl3chocobo]

his first thought was to reject the offer and throw it across the room but seeing the boy's face he softened his blow and turning his hand over opened their fingers and let it fall to the floor instead. "pick it up wife"

[Honey]

A soft frown fell onto his face as he watched the nuts and fruit call to the floor with a depressing thud. Kneeling down he took the small package in hand, and regaining his stance he opened his hands to offer it back to the man who'd dropped them

[littl3chocobo]

when he felt the weight of it he dropped it again and commanded the other to once-more pick it up though this time as the other tried to give it back he snatched up a thin wrist and kissed the pale fingers. "you will pick it up a thousand times if i tell you to. know your place wife, the lesson will be crueler than just a moment's effort should it happen again"

[Honey]

As lips brushed against his fingers he could feel his grip on the candies begin to lessen until they dropped free, landing onto the bed beside the Prince with a soft crinkle. Twisting his wrist between strong fingers he allowed for the lips to continue to play. "Yes my lord. It won't happen again"

[littl3chocobo]

he knew it was a ploy to distract him but he felt no urge to break away and reprimand him, instead he continued to kiss the soft fingers as the other turned and fluttered in his grasp leaving him to kiss each spot as another popped up until he had covered every bit. halting the hand as a pale wrist was bared he moved his hand down to capture and still the hand and worked his way up the lad's arm

[Honey]

He could feel the tension in the room dissipate and shrivel as easy as a burning wick, leaving only forgotten ashes scattered. While the ashes remained scattered they started to emit a soft feeling of want and impatience into the air, and it clearly effected the Prince. He watched with indulgent eyes while the other trailed across his wrist. Smoothly he brushed away the deep plum sleeve to reveal a pale arm which only drew at the Prince's attention. It tickled as he drew closer to the joint of his elbow, the skin so soft that only the other's lips were softer yet, and as the impatient tug pulled him closer he allowed for himself to fall close enough to give the man enough room to indulge his desires

[littl3chocobo]

his skin was so soft even flowers were certain to be envious of it and paler than the moon as well. reverently he pressed over a soft vein and stilling his trek and lightly breathing over the flesh dared it to melt like snow under the sun. "...i would gladly go to hell for you right now my lord"

[Honey]

He shuddered slightly as the word he was expecting was replaced with such a name he hadn't heard since he'd left home. It was both frightening and wonderful at the same time, and he couldn't help feeling hungry for more of it. "If you promise to go to hell with me, my lord...there is always more you could have than my arm."

[littl3chocobo]

his eyes flickered up at the lads face and what he saw was both unerving and refreshing, there was desire, always there was desire from those he laid with. shame too, another thing he was familiar with but something else as well, he almost could not see it for it's scarcity. sincerity. the lad wanted this and would take his fate over god and over his own life. the thrill of power frightened and thrilled him making him and to flee and to pull his false wife underneath him and take what was offered. instead of either of those things he remained where he sat with the thin hand in his own. "you are not ready"

[Honey]

He'd felt so sure as the words left his mouth, and even afterwards, but as the Prince spoke back he could feel it begin to fade. He'd been kidding himself if he thought that the night would go well and that the Prince wouldn't have been disappointed in him when he couldn't go through with it. After all, he'd barely been able to use the second dowel thus far. Emitting a soft sigh he gave the hand holding his own a light squeeze. "You're right, my lord. I am sorry."