[littl3chocobo]

the soft touch was nearly to much and he felt himself shift lightly against the lad before he thought to refrain. "no, by soft words and a day that mimics the most lovely creature under it's gaze. you bewitch me wife, i am yours"

[Honey]

As the other leaned closer the lad found himself just barely leaning back, though he knew he was baring most of their combined weight. Lightly he stroked his needle-numb fingers across the silky backs of hands. "Though in God's words only I am yours, but if you are willing to give yourself to me I would gladly take your allegiance." The flicker of a smile was offered as one of the hands was taken into his own before being carefully lifted, as though it were precious, and to him it was. Each knuckle was pressed softly to his lips before they grazed across lengthy fingers and returned back, only to repeat

[littl3chocobo]

reaching to touch the lad's ear with his lips he whispered a near-silent pledge of allegiance before pulling away and hefting the other up in his arms. he could see surprise drawn all over the pale face and offering a cocky grin led him back inside. "i have a secret to share with you, i have the key to my sister's garden." giving the lad no time to protest he headed for the women's quarters

[Honey]

He kept silent through their trip, only remaining still in the arms for fear that trying to free himself would cause in angering the Prince. Still, practically no time went by before they arrived at the entrance the the garden. The door was clearly unkempt, a gate that held something that may, at one point, have been considered a garden. Rusted bars were trailed with thin a brittle vines that had no doubt climbed from the flower beds over the course of only the Prince knew how many years. His eyes were set with interest, watching as the old key still fit into the rusted lock, and with a rough twist, the latch of the gate could be heard opening. He said nothing as he was brought into arms again and carried through

[littl3chocobo]

the garden was more derelict than he remembered but it would serve the purpose, there were walls on two sides and empty rooms across with the last section butting up against his mother's unused garden and there was no worries of the woman or any stray gardeners hearing them here. carefully he set his wife down in a ruined bed. "a fae garden for a fae wife"

[Honey]

Upon ones first glance at the garden it would have most easily been described as ugly, ruined, or perhaps even forsaken, and that was what the bot thought of it. Though while he was carried through to the remains of what may have been a comfortable bed for one's time in the garden, he came to see the wild aspect of it, nature having acted on its own instead of being planned. Its beauty was not cultivated, and it reminded him of another. "It is a perfectly fae place. Everything is wild, suited to fit no one who may ask for its help."

[littl3chocobo]

kicking off his own shoes and losing his coat he folded downwards until he was kneeling over the lad's thighs and looking down at a pretty pale face. "wild and unwilling it may be but i could tame it should i desire a more manageable garden"

[Honey]

Despite the close and quiet atmosphere of the gardens, he let out a laughing snort. "You won't so much as though the pruned flowers in your own, why should I believe that you would cultivate this garden?" Reaching out he placed a hand against his husband's forearm before trailing down to one of the hands he'd held in his own only moments prior, and once again he brought it to his lips. Or rather, why would I believe you would tame something so beautiful while it has charm that lures people in?"

[littl3chocobo]

smiling he slid down until he was nearly resting on the other. "who says i want others to see my garden? only i may play in it, what good comes from useless jealousy?"

[Honey]

It was clear no answer was desired in return for their bickering, his mind was made and would not be changed by words alone. Not to say the boy wished for him to change his mind. He turned the hand in his own upside-down, exposing a perfectly unworked palm to him, and pressing barely pink lips to the smooth surface he spoke his answer quietly enough that only he could hear the words, and only the Prince could feel his voice and breath

[littl3chocobo]

all he received for his words was a hum and the barest breath of a kiss on his palm though he could not say he was not pleased. letting the boy touch as he pleased he moved his free hand down to touch and his mouth to the soft neck to kiss

[Honey]

The feelings of the night prior came back to him when the hand found him, and he couldn't help leaning into both of the touches he received and offer more of is own. One last kiss was pressed firmly to the back of the hand before fingers intertwined themselves and they fell down to the leaves without more than a soft stroking of thumb. The lips pressing at his neck began to graze away and with a quick tilt of his head to rest against the thinly clothes shoulder, he found himself pressing a firm cheek against it while silently endorsing the touches

[littl3chocobo]

he could feel the lad's sin working against his hand and a thrill rippled through him like a warm wind on a cold day. bulling both hands away he reached down to lift the skirt and slid up against it

[Honey]

His voice was tempted to give a sound of complaint as hands pulled away, but the swish of velvety fabric, and the feel of it passing over his legs left him fine with the loss of hands. His appeasement grew as his Prince slid closer, leaving him happy and the both of their sins flush. Pushing himself up with the use of elbows he attempted a single rock

[littl3chocobo]

he stopped in his surprise but it quickly resolved itself to a short laugh and quickly he pressed the boy down to a buckle. "why wife, are you lying about your status as untouched? i have never before met a virgin who made demands." with a grin he slowly pushed and pressed against the bared loins. "or maybe you are not...you don't seem to know the correct way to do it"

[Honey]

His eyes fluttered down to the hand that halted him and he stilled in his motions before looking back to the grinned face, whose body slowly pressed closer, only pulling him closer to actually making a sound. "I'm afraid I don't know the correct way, my Prince. Might you be the one to show me?"