[littl3chocobo]

the argument he was expecting never came and as he watched the lad grab a corner of his dress and patter off he was torn between expectation and anger and not giving the other time to escape tugged him back and lifted him over his shoulder

[Honey]

He had half a mind to struggle in the grip as he was thrown over a narrow shoulder, but instead he allowed himself to be draped with out anything more than a cross frown. As they other walked he could see the path behind them going by, only letting him know that they were leaving the overrun forest of the Prince's sister and back towards the gardens he liked to consider as theirs. Giving an indignant huff he waited until he could be let down

[littl3chocobo]

when he set the other down in his garden the lad had seemed to calm down some and though he was still mad he no longer felt like leaving the lad to stew. "there, no more 'weeds' no more touching, nothing to offend you"

[Honey]

Half of him was tempted to ask the Prince to leave as well, but it was decidedly too far. After all, the man hadn't done anything to anger him since they were behind ivy covered gates and his wish for a fight was simply from a grudge. "Thank you my lord, I appreciate it." Dipping down into a curtsy he offered no smile, but a glance up to the other as he straightened again

[littl3chocobo]

at the end of the bow he offered his own mocking dip and an ugly leer. "now, if you do not mind wife, i do not wish to look at you any longer, i am certain you can find your own way out. turning once more he left before the lad could think to grab him again

[Honey]

He arrived at the Prince's chambers feeling sore. He'd rushed the gradualism of his practices and was left hurting for the rest of the evening before paining himself further in textile practice. Though wishing not to be required of his duty for the night he found himself outside the Prince's doors once again, and knocking against, waited for entry

[littl3chocobo]

he was expecting the knock by now and letting the boy know to come in sat up. his offense from two days ago was lost under a pleasure of a different sort and he smiled as the lad came to sit on the bed. "good evening wife, i take you to be well?"

[Honey]

Pleasure all but oozed from the Prince, leaving the room almost sticky with the substance as he came to lower himself onto the edge of the bed as he tossed the faux inquiry around in his mind, deciding what to make of the politeness. "Well enough for you, my lord. Might I ask what you wish of me tonight?"

[littl3chocobo]

reaching out he lightly touched a soft thigh. "the same thing i want every night dear wife, i want your sin"

[Honey]

He leaned into the gentle hand that graced his thigh, and feeling the fabric only barely beginning to slide up he placed a hand over the other's. It was lifted and brought to his lips, offering a kind kiss to the middle-most knuckle before bringing himself to carefully sit against the foot board. "My lord does not tire of seeing my sin every day?" He questioned softly as he free hand moved to lift the skirt away to reveal pale thighs and the Prince's desire

[littl3chocobo]

he offered a soft shake of his head. "i could never tire of such a desirable face as the one you make when you forget yourself and accept your ungodly lusts with such abandon....it is.. addicting"

[Honey]

"You are the only one who gets to see such a face. You never have to share, and it is only for you, so enjoy it, my Prince." Dark colored fabric bunched and draped over his hips as he let his skirt go, and reaching out he took the other hand into his own. Offering the new one a greeting kiss, he kept it hovering below his lips as he wrapped their hands together to take his sin before another peck as given

[littl3chocobo]

each night it became easier to find the lad and each night he found his own desire closer at hand with it. plumping flesh and soft gasps brought his own hardening until the other's end brought about him a heady need to posses and letting go of the slickened mess pulled lord ainsley into his lap

[Honey]

He'd been reduced to gasping for air at the foot of the bed, louder than he would have been any of the days past for both the pleasure of it and his disregard for that evening's activities, and as he was pulled forward into the hardened lap yet another gasp fell from him. Raising hands to press himself from laying flush against his Prince, he looked to the man with curious eyes. "My lord?"

[littl3chocobo]

his eyes remained trained on the parted pink lips. "my lord, you do not find my body pleasing but yours i cannot resist, i would take you right now if i could keep your face as it is this very instant...i think i could grow to love that face"

[Honey]

His eyes examined the face that stared at his own. Both the lips and the eyes were hungry for more, but he was hesitant to indulge. "It is why this face is only for you. No one else is allowed to fall in love with it, or so much as see it." Lightly caressing a hand over the clothes shoulder before trailing down to the forearm he brought his lips together. "Tomorrow you may take me, after tomorrow a week will have passed and I still hold firm in saying I will not cry, my Prince. Then you may enjoy this face as you will"