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he kissed only until the words were spoken and letting one hand go slipped it under the false hair that so often kept him from touching. smoothly he turned his head and pressed his brow to the other so he could whisper in one delicate shell, "do not misunderstand, you are a rare color and lovelier by far"

A shudder passed through him, goose-flesh running across his arms and leaving his hair standing on end as he leaned into the Prince's hand. He thought to say something but decided against it while the other's still lingering in the space between them, and taking his freed hand he let it fall against a velvet-covered shoulder

everything but the hand wanted him he could see but he knew this particular trap. if he kept pushing he'd leave angry and his wife bruised. he did not press and let his hand fall away as he pulled back. "you are as cruel as any woman wife, i will see you tonight"

Even he could not deny that he was not dreading to meet the Prince in his chambers that evening, and though he felt willing to travel the halls early he waited to leave, and was surprisingly greeted at the door by a waiting Prince. For looks of formality he made a cursory curtsy, "My lord, I thought you'd be inside."

he did not mention he had been waiting there for quite some time, "and you have changed." "this one is much more flattering than the other." a soft smile. "i disagree but it is good that you chose differently, you would have stood out too much otherwise. tonight we play in the garden"

Half of him was surprised while his other half was thrilled with the change in their evening scenery to a place he could never frown to see. He let the hand take his own without hesitation and obediently followed after the Prince to their place of secrecy among the flowers and the fae

the garden was beautiful tonight and he pulled his wife to the spot the lad was most fond of and eased him down. it was hard to remember it was a man under the soft folds and he felt the wish to call him her and say sweet nothings in her ear. letting his wife sit he lost his jacket and loosened his beaches before sinking down against her. "tonight you are my fae queen"

It did not take long for the lips to find the moonlit skin of his neck and the lush velvet hiding his chest from view and for the hands to offer gentle touches as they laid among the sweet smelling flowers of the queen's lace. As he felt one of the hands softly touching his side, he lifted a hand to rest against it and rub lightly over the smooth skin. "And tonight you are my human Prince come to spend time in this moon bathed gardens"

as he passed over his wife's hips he gave them a light squeeze and the hands covering his matched him. sighing softly he let his lips find the soft fabric over the hidden breast. he kissed it lightly "i wish to touch you wife, as a lover would"

A shiver passed through him by the Prince's touch though his skin felt warm where the Prince's hand lay. "Was that not why you brought your queen of fae to her home for the evening?"

"no, i brought her here to see if i could warm her cold garden with my warm seed but now i wish to do more than simply plant what will not grow. it is something i cannot simply do wife, not unless you wish it." closing his mouth he buried his face against the narrow chest and waited for his wife's reply

He inhaled the deep scent of the flowers before his chest fell again, the sweet face falling alongside it as he lifted a hand to brush his fingers across the smooth cheek. "I could have just as easily failed to meet you at your chambers this eve as I did the last, but I arrived at yours doors anyway. If my Prince wishes for it to be tonight it may be"

the words pleased him and lowering himself farther he trailed his affections downwards until he found the jut of one hip and let his mouth take it's pleasures while his hands sought to find the end of the garment and remove the thin barrier

the hands felt cool against his skin as they came to graze across the pale skin of his legs as the velvety material was pushed away. Even through the thick skirt he could feel the Prince's ministrations, but as the fabric lifted away the tongue felt smooth against the jut of his hip. Gently he found himself squirming against the flowers while the mouth worked against him

the lad writhed deliciously under him and as he tasted the softly glowing skin and still pushing up the garment he meandered slowly over the duke's soft belly and up to the base of his ribs, the dress could go no farther and softly kissing the flesh he let his mouth fall away, "...lord ainsley...you must remove your woman's trappings if i am to continue"

Given their paired position he knew he could not remove the rest of his dress, and reaching out he only barely pushed the Prince back far enough to allow him to sit up from his flower bed. He knew he was eager for the Prince to continue, and though he was not sure of the other he made the assumption; Even so he did not rush himself and took his time to reach behind him to find the tie of his dress and to unravel them enough that he could feel the corset loosen. Gentle hands reached out to trail along the strong arms to find those cold hands from prior. He lifted each to his lips for a kiss before neatly wrapping them around his back to find the loosened threads that only barely held his dress against him