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He snorted. “A massage, you deviant.”
There was that pout again. “I think kisses would help more.”
Jeremiah shook his head and gave Remi’s ass a rough pat. “Such a brat. Get on the bed, princeling.”
Bottom lip still sticking out, Remi stomped over to the bed, then hesitated before climbing up. He peeked at Jeremiah over his shoulder. “Should I take my clothes off first?”
Desire punched through him, stealing his breath and thoughts. Clearing his throat, he had to reach down and rearrange himself in his jeans—the little brat watching with a smirk on his face. “Yes, Remington. Take off your clothes for me.”
The humor drained from his face, replaced with excitement and pure lust as he tugged his linen shirt over his head and let it fall on the floor. He kicked off his sandals, then tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and held Jeremiah’s eyes as he peeled them down his hips.
Jeremiah couldn’t look away from the masterpiece that was Remi’s body. Every other time he’d seen him—even the night before—he hadn’t had the chance to truly look. He had very little hair on his body and only a small patch at the base of his long, slender cock. His legs, arms, and torso weren’t bulky but showed the amount of time he spent in the water, the strength in him hidden just out of sight.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he croaked out, nearly overcome by the idea that this gorgeous prince would choose him. Even if it was only for now and not forever, the fact humbled him.
Cheeks flushing, Remi smiled and ducked his head. “Thank you.”
He got lost, tracing the lines of Remi’s body with his eyes and making a plan of where he’d lick first and how many love bites he’d leave hidden under his clothes, but he almost swallowed his damn tongue when Remi turned and clambered onto his unmade bed.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Remi’s ass before. Between stripping at the fountain, changing at the beach, and the tiny bathing suits he liked to swim in, Jeremiah had already been aware of how perfect it was.
And yet… Now that he could take his time to look, his fucking mouth began to water.
Remi had barely laid himself out on his stomach, and Jeremiah was on the bed, kneeling between his parted legs. “Where’s it hurt most?”
Groaning, Remi spread his thighs wider, making space for him. “Gods, everywhere, but especially my legs and… glutes.”
Jeremiah grinned, setting his palms on the smooth skin on the back of Remi’s knees. “Your glutes are sore?”
“So sore. They probably need the most attention,” Remi said, sounding haughty as shit, but Jeremiah could see the flush on the back of his neck.
“Yes, my prince.”
Pressing firmly with the heel of his hands, he pushed up the back of Remi’s legs, not stopping until he met the shelf of Remi’s perfect ass. Remi moaned and squirmed against the mattress, so Jeremiah did it again.
“Gods, that feels so good. Your hands are so warm it’s melting away the tension in the muscles,” Remi muttered.
“Good,” he said softly, focusing on first one thigh and then the other, working out as much stiffness as he could.
When he hit a particularly sensitive spot, Remi arched and swore loudly. “Why are you so good at this? Forget protecting people, this is your true calling.”
He hadn’t thought to dig up some lotion or anything, but even without visible scales, Remi’s skin seemed resistant to friction, allowing him to rub along the muscles over and over without worry he was causing him pain. When he shifted out of the way and told Remi to put his legs together, he complied without hesitation, docile under Jeremiah’s caretaking.
Skipping over his glutes for the moment, he dug the heel of his hands into the base of Remi’s spine and pressed upward along either side.
“Fuck.” Remi melted into the bed. “Seriously. This is getting added to your official duties.”
“Yes, my prince.”
He wasn’t surprised to find tension in Remi’s shoulders. A few weeks ago, it would have shocked him, but he knew better now. Knew how much strain he was under and the worries he carried with him constantly. With as much care as he was able, Jeremiah did what he could to take some of that away and relieve some of the burden.
As he made his way back down Remi’s body, he eyed the side of his peaceful face. “Did you fall asleep?”
The edge of his mouth that Jeremiah could see tilted up. “Not yet, but I am feeling pretty relaxed.”
“Relaxed is good,” he murmured, shuffling down to straddle Remi’s thighs, then leaning forward to plaster himself to his prince’s back. “But asleep isn’t really my kink.”
Remi sucked in a breath, his lips parting as Jeremiah settled his straining erection against his untouched ass and thrust. “Oh no? I suppose that’s good to know.”
