[littl3chocobo]

offering a hum he moved his hands to either side of the lad and rocked against him. as the eyes closed he pushed his face back into the soft neck

[Honey]

The friction felt good, but not as good as it had the night before when smooth hands found him. Lips opened to offer a suggestion when he remembered that demanding was not something he should be doing. Instead the boy gave a soft sound as the lips sound a soft spot in his neck, and he allowed for himself to ease back down to the leaves

[littl3chocobo]

feeling the lad relax he eagerly thrust against the soft and willing body underneath his own and kissing deftly whispered words of instruction

[Honey]

The words were hardly understandable, lips trying to both kiss and speak at the same time left him wondering what he was expected to do, and did what he could to feed the man's desire. He figured he did something good when a soft faint of pleasure came from the Prince, and repeating he fell into the motions and contentment of it all

[littl3chocobo]

it took a while to realize the other was not responding correctly and leaving off his kissing he quit moving and looked up. he could see confusion but none of the desire his other companions had when he touched them. "wife?"

[Honey]

When the other came to a halt he pulled himself free of his thoughts to look at the other with curiosity. Lightly he cocked his head to the side. "Yes, my lord? Why is it you have stopped?"

[littl3chocobo]

he felt his face heat up and he frowned. "you remain cold to me. do i bore you wife?"

[Honey]

Lifting a hand to rest against the Prince's forearm, a frown of his own appeared. "Of course you do not bore me. If you did I assure you I would not be here, either in your sister's garden or laying beneath you on a bed of weeds."

[littl3chocobo]

his embarrassment turned to anger at the callus words and pushing away from the soft body he stood. "then surely offend would be a better term for it, i grow weary of trying to please you" pressing his lips tightly closed he turned and stalked away from the heathen wretch he called wife

[Honey]

Already his husband's easily bruising ego was getting the best of him, and with the other's insistence on running away left him peeved. Standing from the bed of weeds the marquess let his skirt fall back around pale legs with a swish and smooth motion before pursuing the Prince in his escape.

[littl3chocobo]

he made it no farther than the gate when a strong thin hand tugged him back. half turning he nearly backhanded the lad again but halted at the memory of the sting from the first time. "what do you want from me wife?"

[Honey]

He could see the hand begin to rise, and though prepared he was still relieved when it lowered itself to the Prince's side once more. The hand kept it's grip on the Prince as he spoke. "I want to know why you keep running away. When something doesn't work for you, you always end up leaving"

[littl3chocobo]

"it is not 'running away' if there is no more to say or do. the conversation is over and i have no more need to stay" sharply he attempted to jerk his hand free of the boy's

[Honey]

The jerk was nearly enough to knock him ajar but his hold was kept firm even as he was sharply pulled closer. “Just because you deem that the conversation is over does not mean others don’t want to continue discussing or cease talking.” The boy offered a jerk of his own. “If you truly believed that you had no more reason to stay then I think you may need to reevaluate the instance”

[littl3chocobo]

lowly he growled at the impudent youth. "you forget who you are talking to wife, when i deem a conversation over it is over"

[Honey]

He stared for a moment before letting the wrist fall from his grasp. He had half a mind to continue arguing, but the trouble that would be caused would be worse off. Hiking up his skirt, the boy sidestepped around the other with the barest of touch between them as he made head for the door