Elias wasn’t particularly in the mood for a grand feast, yet there he stood, being fitted into a tight blue surcoat far too uncomfortable for his liking. His Golden locks were freshly trimmed and pinned away from his face. He had to battle the urge to wrench his bangs free.
When he heard a door opening, his brown eyes flicked towards the tall mirror in front of him. He nearly cried in relief at the golden eyes staring back. No sooner had he dismissed the tailor and servants attending him did Tobias push him into the wall.
Tobias’ dark skin seemed to glow a few shades lighter as he laid his weight on the lean prince. Their lips locked together in a heavy mix. Rough and passionate. For a moment, Elias was able to forget about the party, about his father’s plan to offer him to the Prime family on a pyre.
This, he reminded himself as Tobias’ lips trailed down his collar. This was why he stayed in Sardathel, even after his brother was named heir. Tobias. Only Tobias.
His hands found their way up Tobias’ plain white tunic-a symbol of his slavery. Beneath the garb of shame, Elias found muscle upon muscle. As long-time lovers, both knew exactly what set the other aflame. Where to grab, to pull, to kiss.
Tobias’ hands snaked towards Elias’ pants. In a moment of weakness, Elias wanted to keep going. To let Tobias take him there and now. But he managed to suppress that want, that primal desire, and grabbed his lover’s hands. “Not right now,” The words came out, but they had no force behind them. “Father will expect me to greet the guests.”
Tobias lips found his again, trailing them further down with every break in his sentence. “Your father-” chin “-Is with your brother-” neck “-therefore-” collarbone“-he has forgotten about you already.”
Elias felt his surcoat loosen as Tobias’ lips pressed against his chest and stomach. With every inch the older boy moved downward, Elias’ skin grew hotter. His resolve was melting fast, every shred of common sense or responsibility fled his mind. All that remained was the feeling of Tobias touching him-igniting his body in flames.
Tobias’ fingers dipping into the hem of his trousers dragged Elias out of his blissful thoughts. He spoke softly to reassure the squirming prince. “Your father has forgotten about you.”
Elias shut his eyes as his lover removed the last of his formal dress clothes. What had taken hours to be fitted to him was undone in seconds. He recalled the first time they had been intimate like this. In the bath house after a painful training session with his father. He had been bloody and bruised and Tobias made it all go away. No matter what happened, or how bad he was hurt, Tobias was always there.
They were rarely apart, even then-within a short distance of each other.
As Tobias set to work, volts of pure ecstasy erupted within the prince. Holding the wall to keep himself standing, he finally allowed himself to enjoy the moment.
Fuck his father.
Fuck the throne.
Fuck it all to Hell.
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