[littl3chocobo]

there was a maid still in his room cleaning when he opened the door but she was doing nothing more than laying up the last of the sheeting and was easily dismissed. it was a small affair and the closets consisted of a room for dressing and a room for cleansing. he sniffed at the paltry apartment but did take pleasure that the duke would have to sleep in his wife's room for as long as he stayed

[Honey]

Once he was able to rid himself of the Prince's company, he fled to his own rooms. The first to come off was his wig, revealing the short hair that felt oddly long since he last saw it. Next came his dress and chemise, and any of the padding that was concealed by the fabric. He looked into the mirror hung on his wall, and the face of a month prior was the one staring back. For the first time since he'd left he felt like himself again- that is, if he forgot that his husband laid only at the end of the hall. Sighing to himself, the duke went to his closet to find something from his old clothes he felt appropriate to wear for a trip down to the river's edge

[littl3chocobo]

he felt tired and unclean but looking around he realized his things were not in his room and scowling he left to find out where his belongings were. coming from his room he bumped into a skinny youth and turning on the boy started to yell though the words were caught in his mouth as he realized who the lad was "...lord ainsly?"

[Honey]

He nearly tumbled over as the other ran into him, but managed to keep on his feet by slight of balance. Quickly he regained his footing, nad found himself standing before the man, looking up at him with mild distaste for his recklessness of running into him. "It is Ainsley, not Ainsly. What is it you need, my Prince?"

[littl3chocobo]

ignoring the lad's words in exchange for kissing his chest were bare skin should have laid, he dipped down to his wife's breast "you look as you did on the night of our consecration of our vows"

[Honey]

His cheeks began to flush a soft shade of pink as the lips tickled at his chest despite the layer of fabric between them. Trying to will it away, he lifted a hand to rest against one of the arms. "And how would that appear, my Lord?"

[littl3chocobo]

the touch was oddly invigorating, "lay with me wife, i wish to touch you in the light where i can see you as clearly with my eyes as my hands. we are damned already, one more sin will do no harm"

[Honey]

A breathy chuckle left him at the serious intent behind the words, but it appeared to matter naught. The prince gently pulled away after a short peppering of kisses against his breast. He could feel the hand gently take his own within its grasp, kindly leading him from the hall into the room that laid not far. He did not resist, and instead followed along dutifully

[littl3chocobo]

the lad's apparent willingness to be fondled and kissed was unusual though he was too enamored with the novelty of seeing the other in his natural way to notice how unusual it was until he was unlacing the boy's trousers and realized he was not being pushed away or otherwise rebuffed, pausing he looked up into gray eyes. "you are not refusing me?"

[Honey]

The boy found himself amused by the surprise woven through both the words and vivacious actions to remove their clothes. Leaning up with the use of his elbow, he stared back at the other as he gazed up at him, paused as if he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. "I am not. My Prince, my body is yours today."

[littl3chocobo]

there was something different to procreating in the light, he could see on the boy's face a map of every touch and there was a languidness to the other that was unlike the hurried movements in the poor light of candle-flame and he found it much more appealing and quicker to give him satiation. when the task was done he found himself reluctant to leave the ruin of bedding and in a fit of impulse he pulled the other over by his shoulders and offered him a tender kiss, "beautiful wife, i have no regrets in our marriage if we may touch like that"

[Honey]

There was a subtle difference to both the pleasure of it and appearance of it all when he allowed for himself to be touched. His reluctance for their first consummation since the wedding left him desiring more, yet the Prince managed to sate both of their wants. The delicate sensation of the lips against the ridge of his collar sent a brief shudder passing down his spine as he turned his head to look to the one gazing to him. "Then we may touch like that at a later date, husband"

[littl3chocobo]

lightly he nodded and kissed again to see if he could garner the reaction a second time. he found his lips turning up into a smile for the first time since they left. "i wish to rest wife, lie here in the shared filth of our sin with me. i do not care who would speak against it in this wretched place"

[Honey]

"I will make it that no one speaks against us here, my Lord," His voice left him quieter than aimed, yet he felt as though it was befitting of the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Feeling the kiss against his collar again, he could feel the beginning of goose flesh crawling up his arms as he leaned into the other. "Now rest"

[littl3chocobo]

he woke to an insistent tap and the sight of a timid looking servant over the mound of bedding that was his wife. he yawned as the youth took too long to linger over the thought that there were two bodies in the bed not one. "m-my lo-o-ord? e-evening me-meal m-my lord!"

[Honey]

Eyes felt heavy as they slipped open to the sight of the Prince beginning to rise, and the sound of feet beginning to turn away. Rolling around beneath the heavy covers, he called the servant back to him. Cluching the sheets around his person, he ushered the meek servant close enough that he had no need to raise his voice anything above a whisper. The help took his words well, and gave him their word before being dismissed and skittering away like they'd seen a fire. Yawning quietly he started to pull himself free of the bedding