A story about a prince and his pretty consort presumptive.
Crown Prince Raffe, as the only son of High King Alizade and sole heir to the High Throne of the Ruemri Empire, is bound to fulfill one important duty for the crown. Even if that duty involv...
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"WHAT IN the Twe—"
Raffe cut off the words with a kiss.
He put Soren down when they crossed the threshold, pinned him on the wall, and slammed the door on the process. Soren gasped a protest and tried to break free, but Raffe was strong and insistent on nipping the faie's mouth until he whimpered and melted in his arms. Soren let out a disgruntled noise muffled by Raffe's lips, and then the resistance was gone and he was kissing Raffe back. So slowly. Softly. Leisurely. Hands clenching and unclenching against Raffe's grip.
When Raffe broke off the kiss with a satisfied sigh, they were both panting. He let go of Soren's wrists, leaned in, and kissed his brow.
"You know, I just realized something profoundly stupid," he mumbled as he drew back and rubbed his thumb over a wet and sore lip.
Raffe hissed when that gorgeous mouth and teeth closed on his thumb and bit it.
"What kind of stupidity are we talking about here?" Soren asked, one eyebrow raised. "You, dragging me in your chamber in broad daylight? Or us both, kissing in here right after we discovered about Nikola and—"
Raffe settled his hands on Soren's neck and with his thumbs, he tilted his jaw so they were looking straight at each other. "Neither." His answer was met with disbelieving eyes. "Just the simple fact that I've had you in my bed so many times before doing absolutely nothing and just sleeping."
Soren opened his mouth. Closed it. And then he burst out laughing.
"You're impossible!"
Raffe thought it was an amazing laugh–a cheerful, carefree sound of someone utterly undoing all his efforts to not give in to all the dirty thoughts in his head. No matter how much he wanted to hear that laugh, the desire to kiss Soren won over everything else. So he kissed him again, thrilled and elated when Soren started giving back as good as he got.
Soren grinned and gave him a curious look when they broke off the biting kiss, his smile teasing and crooked. "Is this how you get someone into your bed?"
"I don't usually invite someone into my bed," he replied as he unbuttoned Soren's coat and shirt in desperate haste. "They're inviting themselves into it. I choose who to allow. There's a difference."
"You haughty bastard," Soren mumbled breathlessly and shuddered when Raffe scraped his teeth across his throat.
Raffe ignored the comment in favor of kissing and sucking one pale collarbone and the skin where the neck met the shoulder, pleased to see how easily he can leave a mark on Soren's skin.
He stole one last kiss before divesting his clothes and dragging Soren toward the bathroom. "Bath first, then sleep, and tonight I'll have you."
