Felix couldn’t help himself. “Possibly. But now that I know who you are, I’ll be sure to show proper deference and not call you names…unless you’d like that.”
Leo’s eyebrows rose in surprise and Felix wondered if he’d overstepped, but then a hungry smile crept over Leo’s face and he leant in close again and whispered, “Well, I will admit I don’t mind hearing the occasionalsire.”
Felix’s heart pounded in his chest and he could feel warmth suffusing his cheeks.
“Oh, you do blush so prettily, sweetheart,” Leo crooned. “I can’t wait to see how far down it goes.” He held out a hand. “Come up to my rooms? We won’t be disturbed there.”
Felix took his hand and was rewarded with a dazzling smile as Leo led the way through the kitchens, weaving his way among the controlled chaos with easy confidence and being ignored by the staff in a way that suggested this was a common occurrence. He guided Felix up one, then another set of dim, dusty stairs that a king was probably never meant to know about, let alone traverse. As if sensing the question, Leo said, “Mattias and I explored every inch of the castle when he first came to live here. I know every way in and out there is. He was meant to keep me out of mischief, but I’m not sure if he succeeded entirely.”
“And you and he never…” Felix let the question linger.
“Never. We’re more like brothers. Mattias will defend me to the death, but also tell me if I’m being an arse—which he does far more often than I care to admit. He’s my necessary but inconvenient voice of reason.”
“And what would your voice of reason say if he found you sneaking a servant into your room in the middle of the day?”
Leo turned a corner and ducked the cobwebs hanging there with the ease of long practice before he answered. “He’d probably tell me to lock the door because he doesn’t want to walk in on that twice in one lifetime.”
Felix let out a bark of laughter. Leo was turning out to be very different to how Felix had imagined a king. Rather than an officious stuffed shirt, here was a man who was not only clever and handsome, but also had no hesitation in admitting his attraction to Felix.
And don’t forget that comment about being called sire,his brain reminded him helpfully.He might even like the same things you do.
They reached a narrow corridor at the top of the staircase, and Leo paused long enough to drag Felix close and kiss him, his tongue pressing against the seam of Felix’s lips, seeking admission. Felix closed his eyes, losing himself to Leo’s tongue filling the spaces in his mouth and kissing back with vigour. Leo pulled back and ran his hands over the curve of Felix’s arse. “You really are a delight,” he murmured, “and I can’t wait to see you in my bed.”
“And yet here we are, kissing in a secret passage becauseyouwanted to stop,” Felix pointed out, grinning.
“You make a fair point.” Leo placed his hands on Felix’s hips and turned him so he was facing the door at the end of the passageway. “Don’t dawdle, sweetheart.”
He followed the words up with a light slap to Felix’s backside. It barely stung, but it still had Felix gasping in both shock and arousal as he stumbled forward. Maybe Leo reallydidlike to play the same games Felix did. The thought had his cock throbbing, and he covered the length of the passageway in half a dozen long strides. Leo followed on, pressing himself against Felix’s back and wrapping an arm around his chest before he opened the door.
It led into yet another corridor, but this one gave the impression of frequent and public use, so Felix guessed they were back in the castle proper. It was only a short walk till they reached a set of double doors which opened to reveal the royal quarters. Leo herded him inside and Felix went willingly.
Once in, Leo locked the door before leaning back against it and letting out a satisfied sigh. “Here we are. Do you like it?”
Felix stepped forward and took in the room before him. The stone walls were decorated with thick tapestries, the intricate stitching depicting various hunting scenes, and there was a low-burning fire with two well-worn chairs next to it as well as a washstand and a desk in opposite corners of the room. The floor was covered with a rug that was probably worth more than Felix earned in a year, but he only gave it a passing glance. Most of his attention was taken up by the bed—a great broad thing, a four-poster with ornate patterning carved into the posts and covered in a thick quilt of deepest blue. It sported a pile of thick feather pillows, and Felix could only imagine what it would feel like to be nestled naked amongst the linens next to another warm body.
Leo’sbody, specifically.
He cleared his throat. “The bed looks much more comfortable than the one in my cottage.”
Leo’s eyes lit up and he stepped forward, draping his arms around Felix’s neck to pull him in close and resting his head in the curve of his throat. “Mmmm. Probably. Shall we test it out and see?”
“Please.” Felix, thrilled at Leo’s closeness, trailed his fingertips down the nape of Leo’s muscled neck and was rewarded with a shudder and a soft moan. Emboldened, Felix dragged his fingers down the length of Leo’s spine and squeezed his arse lightly, and this time he was the one to pull Leo towards him so that their cocks rubbed together. The sensation was almost overwhelming, even through the cloth of his trousers.
Leo let out a shuddery breath. “You should know it’s cruel to tease, sweetheart.”
“Surely it’s only teasing if I intend to stop,” Felix said quietly, his heart hammering in his chest at the endearment. He stepped backward towards the bed, tugging Leo along with him. Their bodies rubbed together in a constant tease that had his cock straining at the laces. By the time they’d made it as far as the rug, Felix didn’t want to wait any longer to see if the royal cock was as impressive as the bulge in Leo’s trousers promised. He dropped to his knees, reaching out to steady himself against Leo’s thick thighs. “Can I taste you?”
Leo froze, letting out a groan.
Felix tilted his head back to seek the king’s permission and found Leo watching him, eyes dark and glittering, his mouth hanging open. Felix undid the fastenings on Leo’s trousers, fumbling in his haste, and shoved his clothing halfway down his thighs before wrapping a hand around his cock, which was every bit as impressive as Felix had hoped. A decent length, it also boasted a nice thick girth, and Felix couldn’t wait to feel the weight of it on his tongue. It was flushed a rosy pink and damp at the head, straining upward as if it had a mind of its own—and perhaps it did.
Lord knew, Felix’s own cock had done plenty of thinking for him in the past.
Felix spread his knees wider so that he was at the right height to do this comfortably, then leaned in and swiped his tongue across the tip in a kitten lick to catch the droplet of liquid there. The taste of salt and spend burst across his tongue, as intoxicating as always. Felix took the head of Leo’s cock in his mouth, teasing and licking, swirling his tongue in a way that made Leo’s breath hitch. He’d always loved this, being able to make someone fall apart with just his mouth, and the knowledge that this was theking, the ruler of the entire kingdom, made the experience all the more satisfying. His own erection throbbed, impatient, and Felix pressed down on the front of his trousers with one palm.
“Gods, yourmouth,” Leo gasped out, tangling his fingers in the strands of Felix’s hair and tugging. The sting was unexpected but no less sweet for that, and Felix rewarded the movement by taking more of Leo’s length into his mouth and sliding up and down, letting his tongue dance along the shaft as he did so.
Leo made a sound like he’d been punched and rolled his hips, matching Felix’s rhythm. The hands in his hair tightened and pre-cum spurted across Felix’s tongue.
