“Gods, yes.” Felix moaned. “Make me feel it.”
It was all the permission Leo needed.
He delivered a series of quick hits, his heart racing with excitement as the tip of the crop snapped again and again, leaving fresh welts against Felix’s already reddened backside. Felix squirmed and arched and whimpered most delightfully and Leo’s blood heated, his arousal heightening and his cock leaking more with every slap of leather on skin.
Leo dragged the length of the crop across the crease where Felix’s arse met his thigh in a gentle back-and-forth motion, a threat and a promise. Then, unable to contain himself, he gave one firm whack with the shaft, right across the meatiest part of Felix’s arse cheeks.
Felix howled, a single red stripe blooming on his skin, but he didn’t ask Leo to stop, and it was so satisfying that Leo didn’t hesitate to do it again. At the second blow, Felix threw his head back and gave a choked cry. His spine arched and his hips stuttered forward as he tensed, gasping as he came, before slumping against the bedding, his breathing heavy and his body lax.
The sight of him lying there with his arse spanked red, sprawled out across Leo’s bed, made a surge of possessiveness rise up in Leo’s chest, a desire to claim the boy as his. His cock throbbed like a heartbeat at the thought, threatening to spill without a touch. He cast the crop aside and stepped into the space between Felix’s spread thighs, desperate to reach his release.
It didn’t take much—a fist around his aching cock, a few urgent strokes, and he was overcome, his balls drawing up tight. Pleasure flooded through him, and he came in long spurts over Felix’s bare skin, rosy flesh painted white.
Leo’s toes curled against the rug and he shuddered as his orgasm racked him. He slid his softening length up and down the cleft of Felix’s arse, groaning at the heat radiating from the spanked flesh, and draped himself along Felix’s spine. Felix let out a contented sigh from beneath him.
Once he’d caught his breath, Leo eased a hand under Felix and helped him stand. Felix let his head loll backward against Leo’s shoulder, his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his face.
“Was that what you wanted, my delightful boy?” Leo asked. He was fairly certain of the answer, but he liked to check.
Felix gave a soft laugh. “Oh yes. We’re definitely doing that again.”
* * *
They fell into a pattern.
Every second night, sometimes two nights running if Leo was particularly persuasive, Felix would visit his rooms, and for a few hours they’d indulge themselves. Sometimes it was fast and rough, and other times they curled up close, making love slow and lazy, and fell asleep still tangled together. Sometimes they used the crop.
Leo continued to wonder how he’d gotten so lucky.
Their arrangement remained mostly hidden, Felix’s demeanour giving nothing away. His manner was purely professional if there was anyone else around to see him. When they were alone, though? He’d be downright disrespectful, joking and outrightlaughingat Leo’s expense, and then he’d arch one eyebrow, give a wicked grin, and say something like, “Oh dear. I do believe I’ve forgotten my place.”
Leo would growl, “Come up to my rooms tonight and I’ll remind you.” And that night he’d bend Felix over his lap and spank him as he squirmed and begged until his arse was the colour of ripe summer cherries and just as tempting, and Leo would admire the sight while he fucked him.
“Do you think this potential bride likes the slap of leather?” Felix teased him one evening as Leo applied a cool cloth to his heated skin after a particularly vigorous session with the crop.
Hearing Felix talk about him marrying did strange things to Leo’s insides, and he didn’t think twice before saying, “Oh, I don’t intend to propose.”
Felix eased himself up on his elbows and looked back over his shoulder. “You say that, but maybe you’ll meet your match and she’ll manoeuvre you into it.”
Leo pinched his arse—partly in reprimand, partly just to hear him yelp. “You have no faith in me. I’ve had enough practice by now that I’m an expert at seeming to be unaware of any intentions towards me. I shall remain untethered and available to swat your troublesome rump, I assure you.”
He laid a light swat on said rump just to make his point.
Felix laughed, but Leo didn’t miss the look of relief that flitted over Felix’s face, and he took some comfort in that fact that if Leo was enjoying their liaison more than he should, well, at least he wasn’t the only one.
There was one memorable night whereFelixwas the one who did the fucking. There were no words for how it felt when Leo straddled Felix and eased down onto his length. Felix’s cock filled him perfectly as Leo rode him until his breath was ragged and his thighs shook. They both agreed it was an experience worth repeating, and though his arse ached all the next day, Leo considered it worth it.
Felix always left while it was dark, and Leo never asked him to stay…no matter how tempting it was.
And while Mattias might have joked about it, taking a lover—thislover—was doing wonders for Leo’s day-to-day schedule. Leo couldn’t ride if he had work to do, and no riding meant no Felix, so he made it his business to be free most afternoons. He’d go to the stables and Felix would be leaning against Blackbird’s stall with Blackbird and Shadow saddled and ready to go. They’d spend a couple of hours riding, sometimes stopping in the grove and flattening the grass as they rolled around together kissing and touching, and Leo wasn’t sure if it was the riding or the sex or both, but he couldn’t remember being happier.
Except forthisweek.
This week, he’d barely seen Felix. With preparations in full swing for the impending visit, the castle was a hive of frantic activity, and Leo hadn’t had so much as half an hour to himself, let alone the time or energy to summon Felix to his rooms.
And Leoknewit was temporary, and heknewit was important to make sure this visit went off without a hitch, and that the trade agreements would benefit the entire kingdom, and that putting his own wants to one side was all part of being the king.
Heknewthat.
