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“Hell, yes.” Felix grinded on him some more. “Can we fuck now?”
Rainier kissed along his jaw. “No.”
“No? But I’m asking now.”
“I know, but we can wait until tonight, and you can practice being a good little Kitten for me this afternoon if you'd like.”
Actually, practice sounded good since Felix was so new at it. “But I want your cock in me now. I can still practice later.”
Rainier took his chin. “Haven’t you ever just kissed without sex?”
“When I was a teenager,” replied Felix. Back when he’d been a virgin, he’d thought kissing the cute guy his age up the street was the best thing ever.
“I guess you don’t have relationships outside of the whorehouse?”
“No. Not like that.”
“Sometimes it’s nice to just kiss and feel.” Rainier fiddled with a nipple piercing. “It can be like a teaser for later, and it doesn’t always have to lead to sex right away.”
“I know how other people do stuff in relationships, but I’m used to it leading to the main event pretty soon. Or kinky stuff and then the sex.” Nobody came to a whorehouse and paid for only a few smooches.
“I know, but we’re going to wait. I want to take you into the garden, and I can’t do that if you’re on my cock.”
“Unless you want to carry me in a really awkward position.”
Rainier busted out laughing, and Felix chuckled as he pictured it in his head. “I’d rather not. I’d like for you to practice being a Kitten this afternoon on your own for a bit, and then we can play tonight.”
“Okay.”
“Give me a few more kisses before we go outside.”
***
Felix couldn’t pretend he knew the layout of the Castle, but he was pretty sure they were using back halls and staircases to get down when they later left. Rainier had made him put on a coat even though Felix thought it was too fancy for someone like him.
“This thing probably costs more than any outfit I own back at Pierced Pretties,” said Felix. “And that’s a high-class house.”
“So?”
“Let’s be honest. I’m basically your whore, and I don’t think most whore’s get to wear a Prince’s clothes.”
Rainier sighed and took his hand as they went down another staircase. “You’re notjusta whore.”
“Whore’s are more respected here in some ways compared to back home…but you went there to get someone to fulfill a kink. That’s me. If I hadn’t been there, you would have picked someone else.”
“True, but we can also be companions,” said Rainier. “No matter how cute of a Kitten you make or how tight your ass is, I can’t fuck all day either. Part of me pampering you can be sharing my things or my time. We can do other things besides sex. If I saw you as just a whore and had absolutely no interest in anything else, I wouldn’t want to take you outside for a walk so you can see the gardens. In fact, I’d probably stick you in your own room and not have you in mine.”
A couple of customers had said they wanted to marry Felix. They’d also had about six glasses of wine beforehand. A couple had also said they loved him, but they’d been balls-deep in his ass and cumming. He’d always disregarded such comments because a man who’s drunk or in the middle of an orgasm might say plenty of things he doesn’t mean.
Nobody ever asked to do something with him beyond sex, offered to go somewhere, or hinted that they wanted more than their sexual fantasies made true. The other whores didn’t count because they were work buddies, and they often went in pairs or trios if they had to buy something or simply wanted to get out and do something. They were company to each other, and they weren’t fucking on the side. Or at least most weren’t.
Rainier paused them in a hall. “I can go anywhere and pay for sex. Plenty would be willing to fuck the future King of Glasswood, and many people are fine with piercings, but I’d like someone that I can be more at ease around-someone that I can get to know a little better, and they can get to know me too. I don’t really have friends anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Most of the guards are older than me, and the few closer in age have babies or small children at home. When their shift is done, they’re in a hurry to leave, and I don’t blame them. I did have more friends because for a few years after-when I was seventeen, Mum decided we’d have a court. I liked it, but she grew tired of it after a few years, and she sent them away. Life gets in the way, people stop writing, and they have families to look after. It happens.”
That seemed rather dull to Felix. He was rattling around in this big old Castle with his Mum. Felix often couldn’t be alone at the whorehouse unless he went to his room. Rainier didn't even have his sister anymore since she'd died of a rare stomach illness.
