[littl3chocobo]

no sorrier than he and less eager too he would wager, still holding the hand that pressed at his own he moved to kiss it again though as his lips touched the other's his fingers freed them and he pulled away. "you are free to skip practice with your box tonight and because i am not cruel you may also omit visiting my chambers tomorrow if you so wish"

[Honey]

The offer had been pure temptation to him, and even so he couldn't bring himself from spending the evening by himself. He'd offered so much to the Prince and in exchange he received nothing while he'd been issued a fair amount of embarrassment and guilt, which he decided could be made up by visiting. Knuckles rapped softly against the door before the voice from inside issued him to enter. Eyes flickered up to the Prince as he stepped in, his face first seeming bored as though he'd been thought to be a servant before changing to a look of excitement and delight. As he took another step away from the door he could see it quickly masked into the face he'd seen so many times before he arrived, and it laid a discreet smile across his own face

[littl3chocobo]

he truly had not expected the other to come willingly and it was a pleasant surprise that he did though any indication was hidden with a mask of apathy and boredom and he looked across the room. "i am certain you know by now what i want wife"

[Honey]

He stilled at the foot of the bed as he let his gaze linger on the man. The mask that he laid across himself was one that could hardly be penetrated, though even he knew the emotions he concealed behind it. "Of course, my lord. Though while I have brought myself to your chambers I did not bring the box. I believe those exercises will be practiced while alone this evening..."

[littl3chocobo]

lightly he flicked his hand as if to brush the words away. "and i said you are not to practice that tonight, what i want is your sin, wife." shifting so that he was facing the other he leaned forward. "more than anything else tonight i want to see what you would do for me alone"

[Honey]

He could feel a soft and bare shade of blush brush across his cheeks, the words of the Prince having sounded softer in mind, a wanton and nearly sensual air having been added. He was also able to quickly gather that while the man was delighted he'd actually decided to arrive that evening, he knew he was impatient as well. Carefully he sat on the farthest edge of the bed before drawing up his skirt and giving the Prince a show of what he longed for

[littl3chocobo]

this time was different from the others, there was no shame this time only indulgence as if the lad knew he was doing something desirable and his mouth all but watered as he watched the face tease him. shifting he slid down the bed where the other was sitting causing him to stop. "...i....want to touch you wife"

[Honey]

Feeling the bed begin to shift and dip as the Prince slid closer he eased his movements to a halt. His breath still fell soft, though the blush had still remained on his cheeks, and flushed even brighter as the Prince addressed him. "Are you sure, my lord?" Only a brief pause laid between them before the other spoke again, and even though he doubted the other may have been kidding he couldn't help feeling surprised. "I gave up my soul for this, I am certain." Faintly nodding he removed his own hand,l leaving himself for the Prince to do as he wished

[littl3chocobo]

saying nothing he shifted until he was on the bed fully and pulling the other by the arm pushed him against the footboard even as he crawled on top of him and lightly he kissed the soft neck. when the other leaned in he could only offer a light 'my lord' before deft fingers found what he was wanting and stroking it lightly as he had seen the boy do gave a biting kiss

[Honey]

He'd grown to enjoy the soft kisses the other always seemed to be willing to give, and already he'd begun to love the sound of the way the man called him lord. So when the feathery lips teased at his neck as soft fingers did elsewhere he all but melted against the other, willingly bending to allow each touch the Prince was willing to give

[littl3chocobo]

he found touching to be immensely more gratifying than simply watching and what he lost in sight he more than made up in feel and it swelled under him even as the lad went limp in his arms leaving him to his own devices

[Honey]

The other's pace remained slow, soft, and steady, but the boy held no objections against it, everything still felt better than he'd experienced thus far. Yet, even if the sweet touches weren't enough he could feel the Prince begin to draw closer, crowding him against the foot board while lips still bit at the hollow of his throat, leaving the end imminent

[littl3chocobo]

there were no screams, no moans, no shaking or grunts or arches to tell him the lad had spilled his seed only a near inaudible intake of breath and a pervading warmth as the fabric that had halfway fallen back over pale thighs leached milky ichor. he stopped his caresses though he did not pull away from the hand or the neck, "my lord, what would please you?"

[Honey]

Even after the moment passed, he was left entirely limp beneath the body that still remained close, and the desire for something only incrementally better than what he'd just received. However, he certainly wasn't willing to ask the Prince for what he'd just happily received, and instead spoke the second truth in a quiet voice. "For you to go to hell with me, but I am afraid that cannot be had until the end of the week."

[littl3chocobo]

he offered one more kiss to the tender throat before moving up to speak into one curved shell of an ear. "i would go with you now if i thought you would not cry"

[Honey]

Feeling the hot breath rolling across his ear as the words fell inside he was left wanting to go to hell more than before. He'd even opened his mouth to object that he wouldn't cry, but even his mind had caught his tongue before it sprouted the blatant lie. Instead the boy turned his head, warm cheek brushing against the other's as he said something he was determined to make an absolute truth. "Then by the end of the week I assure you I will not cry, my lord."