Mother put a hand on his shoulder, and it looked like he was biting back a smile. “I think you have something more important than tack to take care of right now.”
Felix frowned. “What do I have to take care of?”
“That,” Mother said. He turned Felix so he was facing the castle yards and Felix’s eyes widened when he saw the figure walking towards them. Even from this distance, Felix recognised Leo’s long stride and solid build, and his heart played a staccato rhythm in his chest as his tiredness evaporated at the sight.
He’d known he missed Leo, but he hadn’t realised exactly how much until right now when he could feel the smile spreading across his face.
“It looks like His Majesty wants to go riding, so I’ll take care of the tack, and you take care of”—Mother gave a cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh—“guardingthe royal body.” And with that he departed, leaving Felix alone in the stable yard.
As Leo got closer, Felix could see that there were dark smudges under his eyes, doubtless the result of too many long meetings and late nights, but there was a spring in his step which Felix took to mean that things had gone well with the visit.
Leo came to a stop in front of him, his hands curled up at his sides, and Felix didn’t miss the way Leo’s fingers flexed like he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch.
Felix sympathised, the need to feel those hands on his skin bubbling up in him.
He licked his lips, swallowed and said, “Your Majesty, I’m glad you’re here. There’s something in the stables that needs your attention.”
“Oh?” Leo raised one eyebrow and smirked. “You’d better show me then.”
Felix turned on his heel and led Leo into the privacy of Blackbird’s box, and before he knew it he’d been backed against the wall and Leo was kissing him hot and heavy, tongue dipping into his mouth and hands roving over his shoulders and down his sides as Leo tugged at him, bringing their bodies closer.
Felix wasn’t sure how long they stayed there just kissing but it was heavenly, and time became liquid and meaningless. By the time Leo pulled back, Felix was hard in his trousers, and he could feel the tell-tale bulge that meant Leo was in the same state. “Hello, sweetheart,” Leo rasped out, eyes glittering darkly. “Did you miss me?”
“Of course,” Felix panted. “Did you want to go to my—”
“You,” Leo said, cutting him off. “I just wantyou.” Leo fumbled with the fastenings on Felix’s trousers and shoved them down, wrapping a broad palm around Felix’s cock and jacking it in slow, sure strokes. The heat of his touch had Felix letting out a low gasp as arousal raced through him, and his hips rocked forward.
Leo gave a rough chuckle. “Impatient boy.” He gave a few more firm strokes before releasing Felix’s length. Felix whined at the loss but then Leo dropped to his knees and Felix’s cock was engulfed in the glorious, soft heat of Leo’s mouth. Felix threw his head back, his whine becoming a low groan. Leo swirled his tongue around the head of Felix’s cock, his mouth moving up and down the shaft as Felix tangled a hand in Leo’s hair. Leo responded by tilting his head so that Felix could thrust deeper into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.
When Felix glanced down, Leo had his head tipped back. His eyes were dark with lust and his mouth was stretched wide around Felix’s cock. The sight lit a wildfire in Felix’s veins, sending heat coursing through him. Using both hands to hold Leo in place, he rocked forward, rutting into the king’s mouth as his cock throbbed and his balls tightened. Leo hummed and wrapped his hands around Felix’s thighs, his fingers digging into the muscle, and the exquisite sting of pleasure-pain was enough to bring Felix to completion, his whole body thrumming when he spilled down Leo’s throat.
Leo didn’t hesitate to swallow, and when Felix was spent he lapped gently at his softening cock until Felix shuddered and pulled away, oversensitive. He sagged against the wall for a second before sliding all the way down to the ground, his legs boneless.
Leo was still on his knees, watching him intently and looking distinctly pleased with himself. “You are a delight in the throes of passion, did you know that?” Leo said, voice hushed. “I could watch you all day.”
Leo’s hair was mussed, his lips were rosy and plump, and he was utterly irresistible. Leaning in and cupping Leo’s face in both hands, Felix kissed him. The tang of his own spend was sharp on his tongue, strangely intimate and arousing, and Felix found himself desperate to bring Leo undone.
He rubbed the heel of his hand over the bulge in Leo’s trousers and Leo groaned into his mouth. Felix pulled back, grinning, and gently shoved Leo until he was sprawled on the floor, balancing on his elbows with his legs spread wide. He wasted no time opening Leo’s trousers and extracting his cock. The head was rosy and leaking, and Felix used the slippery pre-cum to slick his hand before taking a firm grip and setting up a steady rhythm. Leo grunted and spread his legs wider, his head thrown back, his mouth open and his eyes closed, and his cock hot and heavy in Felix’s hand.
Leo fucked up into Felix’s fist, fast and sloppy, his hips working. He let out a series of increasingly desperate noises, and Felix took pity on him and added a twist at the top of his stroke in the way he knew Leo liked. Leo let out one last choked sound and tensed before his cock pulsed with his release, leaving Felix with a warm mess in his palm and a warm glow in his chest.
Leo’s entire body sagged, and he let out a low, breathless laugh. “I’ve missed this,” he said. “I’ve become spoiled, bedding you.”
Felix couldn’t help himself. “Weren’t you always spoiled, little prince?”
Leo dragged himself upright and jutted his chin out, a gleam in his eye. “Are you beingdisrespectful,boy?”
Felix raised an eyebrow in response, falling into the familiar banter. “And what are you going to do about it?Spankme?”
Leo grinned, sharp and provocative. “You know, I do believe I will. You’ll feel the flat of my handandthe sting of the crop tonight.”
Felix felt the tendrils of excitement curling in his gut, and his breath caught. “Y-yes, sire.”
Leo’s smile faltered just a little. “You sound nervous. Are you sure?”
Felix took a long, steadying breath to calm himself, then leaned in and draped his arms around Leo’s neck, pressing their foreheads together. “You should know by now that I’m sure,” he murmured. “That’s not nerves, Leo. It’santicipation.”
The crease disappeared from Leo’s brow, and his hungry expression returned. “Well, in that case,” he said softly, “perhaps we should take the horses out today, because after I have my way with you tonight, your arse will befartoo tender tomorrow.”
