My love.
Would Felix ever get tired of hearing that? He doubted it.
Leo peppered the back of his neck with more tiny kisses, sliding the hand that had been resting on Felix’s belly up and over the planes of his chest where it lingered to give a playful tug on Felix’s nipple. The sweet sting had Felix arching into the touch, which meant his arse was pressed against Leo’s rapidly hardening cock.
Leo tugged at his nipple again and Felix let out a soft groan, rolling his hips instinctively as his own cock thickened. Then Leo was gone, rolling away, but before Felix’s sleep-addled brain had time to make sense of it, he was back. He slid an oil-slick finger between Felix’s arse cheeks. “Yes?” he murmured, hand stilling.
Felix’s breath hitched and he let out a soft, “Please?”
Leo eased the tip of his finger inside and slid it in and out in a series of slow, careful movements, a gentle stretch, before adding a second finger and working him properly open with a steady motion, rubbing against the sensitive nerve endings of Felix’s entrance in a delicious tease. Felix rocked back, desperate, and Leo didn’t make him wait, setting the broad head of his cock against Felix’s entrance and easing into him with a low moan.
Leo pressed forward, one long, even stroke, and Felix relished the heat and length of him. Leo rolled his hips and fucked him slow and gentle like they had all the time in the world, and it felt…intimate, in a way it hadn’t been before.
Maybe, Felix reflected, the difference was knowing Leo loved him.
Whatever the reason, Felix closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the rhythmic, sensual rocking of their bodies, and after three long weeks of near abstinence, he relished the tender ache in his arse that told him Leo was where he needed to be. His own arousal grew with every brush of Leo’s cock over that sweet spot inside, and he wrapped a hand around his length, which throbbed under his touch. It only took a few strokes before his gut tightened, his nerves tingling as he felt himself getting close. His arse clenched reflexively, and he gasped out, “More.”
“With pleasure, sweetheart,” Leo purred and mouthed at the curve of his neck, nipping at the skin. The gentle, rolling motion of his hips turned into short, urgent thrusts that stretched and filled Felix perfectly and had him panting, his body drawn as tight as a bowstring. When Leo drove into himhard, grasping his hips, tensing, and shuddering, it was enough that Felix came undone, spilling over his hand. His heart thundered in his chest, mind and body flooding with pleasure until he was light-headed with it.
Felix floated, aware of nothing but his cock pulsing out the last of his orgasm and the heat of Leo’s body against his back. Long minutes passed—or perhaps it was hours, Felix couldn’t quite tell—but as sleep threatened to claim him again, he remembered that he was meant to leave before dawn. Except, he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to get out of bed. “I don’t want to go,” he mumbled.
Leo gave a quiet chuckle. “Well, I’m not planning onlettingyou go any time soon, my love.”
Felix’s insides warmed at the endearment. “You keep calling me that.”
“I do, because you are.”
“You called me your delight, yesterday. I liked it.”
“That’s because everything about you delights me. Shall I make it an official title, and appoint you the King’s Delight?”
Felix huffed out a laugh of his own. “I don’t need a bollocksy title, thank you. Besides, what happened to discretion?”
“I think discretion became a thing of the past when you kissed me in the courtyard, darling.”
Felix tensed as he remembered that hehadkissed Leo in front of everyone, and it hadn’t even occurred to him to ask first. He was suddenly more alert as the enormity of what he’d done hit him. “Gods, you’re right, and everybody saw. I’m so sorry.”
Leo shifted behind him, his softening cock slipping from Felix’s body. He turned Felix in his arms so they were facing and pressed a kiss to the top of his hair. “Felix, I don’t care who knows about us. I’m done with discretion, and I’m done with not being able to have the man I love beside me. And the man I love isyou.”
“And I love you, and I don’t care who knows it,” Felix said. Now that he was assured that he hadn’t committed some unforgivable faux pas, happiness bubbled up in his chest at Leo’s easy admission.
“Then it’s settled.” Leo rolled onto his back and pulled Felix so his head was resting on his chest, and Felix stayed there, listening to Leo’s heartbeat in the darkness, and wished it were that simple.
Because Felix knew that Leo meant every word he said, but he also wasn’t a fool, and he could feel the shadow of Leo’s obligations lengthening, getting bigger with every passing moment. He lay there in the quiet until he couldn’t stand it any longer before he blurted out, “But if youdidneed to marry and produce an heir, as long as your queen was aware of our arrangement, I—” He took a deep breath and forced the words out. “I’d be prepared to share you.”
Leo stiffened beneath him. “What are you talking about?”
Felix closed his eyes and wished he was a better liar. “Marriage. An heir. If that’s what needs to happen and if your bride knows it’s just an arrangement, you have my blessing.”
Leo gave a huff and propped himself on his elbows, dislodging Felix from his spot. “You don’t mean that. I saw how jealous you were of Sophia.”
“I’m not saying I’dlikeit, but I thought a lot about the ways we could be together on the ride back with Mattias, and I can’t see any way past you marrying. So, I’ve decided that sharing your affection is better than not getting to have you at all.”
He wassucha liar.
In fact, Felix would rather that Leo’s bollocks shrivelled up and dropped off than let anyone else get near them—and hereallyliked Leo’s bollocks—but he resisted the urge to say so. And in any event, it proved unnecessary because Leo sighed and ran a hand through Felix’s hair. “I’m not marrying, sweetheart.”
Felix’s insides unclenched a little at the statement. In all honesty he wasn’t sure hecouldtake it if Leo decided to wed. Still, Leo made it sound as if his decision was cut and dried, and if there was one thing that Felix knew, it was that things wererarelycut and dried, especially where royalty was concerned. He sat up. “But—”
