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Ancel half expected the Prince’s hand on his head, pushing him down the last inch, but when he glanced up, neither of the men were paying him any attention, their eyes locked on one another.

Ancel clasped his hands behind his back, mostly for show, and used his mouth only, bowing his head to tongue the slit. Fully hard now, the slave was bigger than any Ancel had taken.
‘He likes that. Do it harder.’
He felt the slave jerk again, heard the new hitch in his breathing. He did like that, tugging unconsciously on his restraints as Ancel, on the Prince’s instructions, began to slowly suckle the head.

And then came the cool words, ‘I wonder if we can do better than this. Stop.’
Ancel felt the slave jerk, his cock hardening as the Prince settled himself on the bower seat alongside them. Ancel shifted as the Prince’s shiny boot extended out right next to him. He looked up, and saw that the Prince’s eyes were on the slave, while the slave sat with his jaw clenched, his face turned away

Charls,’ said his King. ‘There is someone I want you to meet.’
Another very great figure was coming towards him.
‘Damianos of Akielos,’ said Laurent.
Charls looked up—and up, and up—at the familiar face, warmly handsome, at the smile and the eyes that he knew so well.
‘Lamen,’ said Charls, in a shocked voice. ‘Why are you dressed up like the King?’

‘I’ll stay by Laurent for as long as he wants me,’ said Lamen.

The Prince’s arms slid around Lamen’s neck, drawing him closer, and the kiss deepened, Lamen pulling their bodies together.
When the Prince drew back, smiling and murmuring something to Lamen, Lamen’s head dropped to the Prince’s neck. They were both speaking with obvious affection

Lamen stood before the Prince, their heads very close as they spoke softly. Charls saw Lamen tilt the Prince’s chin up.
Then, with the simple confidence of long familiarity, Lamen leaned in, and kissed the Prince on the mouth.

‘You do have nice eyes,’ said Lamen. (Aka Damen)
‘Did you miss me? I brought you something.’ The Prince tossed a sweetmeat to Lamen, who caught it with a hint of amusement.

A year ago, he would have been carrying fine linens or white cotton, but the joined court of the Akielon King and the Veretian Prince was creating a burgeoning market for new styles. In Vere, the addition of short capes pinned to the shoulder à la Achelos had meant a rise in demand for silks and heavy velvets.

‘We can go riding if I can move tomorrow.’ The words, lazily, long minutes later.
‘All right,’ said Damen, smiling as he thought about his squires rooting around in the east garden for his armour. And then of other things. His smile widened.
Laurent said, ‘What?’
‘You were watching the road,’ said Damen.🥰🥰

Your Highness. I’m here to inform you that the King of Akielos has arrived.’
‘Thank you, I can be said to be faintly aware of that.’ said Laurent.
Damen started laughing. He lifted his head and said, ‘Bring refreshments, something cool to drink.
‘Yes, Exalted.’ The Veretian soldier used the Akielon word Exalted, a choice made weeks earlier. In small ways, the cultures were mixing.

He loved the way that Laurent kissed, as if Damen was the only person that he had ever kissed, or would ever want to.

Damen braced a palm against stone and kissed Laurent’s sensitive neck. Then he turned Laurent so that he was belly to the wall, and kissed his neck again, from behind.

His own cock, hard and heavy, was rubbing deliciously between them and the feel of it was as good as the feel of the sunlight on his skin. He wanted to keep going, his body thrusting slowly to please himself, and to please Laurent, who liked it slow and lazy like this.

The truth is you’re very sweet, aren’t you,’ said Damen, taking Laurent’s fingers in a tangle of towel. He dumped a towel over Laurent’s head before he could answer, and enjoyed watching Laurent emerge from it with his hair mussed.

I want to make love to you.’

Long fingers kneaded a lather from his temples to the back of his head, and the massaging of his scalp felt like comfort.
Laurent was like the edge of a blade, but sometimes he was like this.

‘I thought, I have lost everything and gained you, and I would almost make the trade, if I didn’t know it had happened that way for you, too.’

The night you told me about this place, it was the first time that I ever thought about the future. I thought about coming here. I thought about... being with you. It meant something to me that you suggested it. What we had on the ride to Ios, it was already more than I... At the trial, I thought it was enough. I thought I was ready. And then you came.’
‘In case you wanted me,’ said Damen.

(Listo pa morir)

I won’t let him down. I promise you.’
‘Laurent,’ said Damen, as Laurent turned back from the statue to face him.

I’ll take care of your son,’ said Laurent. ‘I’ll protect his kingdom as if it were my own. I’ll give my life for his people.

Laurent's arms winding around his neck. Damen rolled over him, body fitting against body. The sheet slipped away from them. Slow rocking began to turn kissing into something else.
There was a knock at the door.
'Come in,' said Laurent, turning his head towards the sound.
Damen said, 'Laurent,' shocked and on full display as the door swung open. Pallas entered. Laurent greeted him with no self-consciousness at all.

Damen looked at Laurent, who was now lying half on his side, his blond hair a little mussed, eyes full of teasing light.
Sweet and simple in the morning, Laurent's beauty was heart-stopping.

He wanted it without pretences, without excuses, his fingers curling hard into Laurent's hair.
'It's me, said Damen. 'It's me, here with you. Say my name.'
'Damianos.'

How can you trust me, after what your own brother did to you?'
'Because he was false, said Damen, 'and you are true. I have never known a truer man. He said, into the stillness, 'I think if I gave you my heart, you would treat it tenderly.'
'When you make love to me like that, I can't think.' Laurent said.
'Don't think, said Damen.

Laurent said, 'If you're asking, did I fuck him, the answer is, yes.'
'I think we both know you weren't the one fucking him. You were on your back with your legs in the air. He hasn't changed that much.'

PERRA!!😩 como la odio

'You said you missed me, said Damen.
Laurent flushed, hard, the change in colour startling.
'I see. Thank you for—' He could see Laurent taste the edges of the statement. '—resisting my advances.'
'I miss you too, he said. 'I'm jealous of Isander.'
'Isander's a slave.'
'I was a slave.'
The moment ached. Laurent met his gaze, his eyes too clear.
'You were never a slave, Damianos. You were born to rule, as I was.'

'You've sent riders to announce your
plans?' said Laurent.
"This is the Akielon way,' said Makedon, as he might to a favoured nephew a bit slow at learning.

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