Page 31 of Jonathon, After All

He made Jonathon feel beautiful as he was lifted and set on his knees, facing the back of the armchair. Leo took out his cock and coated it with lube, then proceeded to obliterate what was left of Jonathon’s resistance.

Jonathon was still tingling and floating as he waved Muriel and Sabine off when they left for Vienna. The ball wouldn’t end until around 5 AM so they wouldn't be home until the next morning, leaving Leo and Jonathon with the castle to themselves for the rest of the night.

At dinner, Leo made a scene, complaining that it was silly for them to be seated so far apart when it was just the two of them dining. He said he didn’t feel like shouting and insisted that Jonathon’s seat be moved closer to his so they could have a decent conversation. Unfortunately, Jonathon couldn’t think of a single thing worth discussing and spent most of the meal staring dreamily at Leo and blushing every time their hands touched.

There was an attack of the nerves when Jonathon found the garment bag and took the suit out. He worried he’d look like a glitzy Colonel Sanders in the iridescent white fabric and matching vest so Jonathon went shirtless and left the bow tie. A fresh haircut would have been nice to keep his hair out of his eyes, but Jonathon made do with some extra pomade and was actually impressed as he swept it all back into a tall, messy quiff. He snuck into Muriel’s room for a touch of blush and lip gloss and a spritz of rose perfume.

Jonathon paused in front of the standing mirror in her dressing room, rather pleased. “I clean up quite nicely,” he noted and turned to check out the backside and grinned. “Am I husband material? Because that ass could rip up a marriage,” he said with a cocky wink at his reflection.

He felt like an extra glamorous and dangerous twink as he peeked around corners and darted down corridors, clinging to the shadows. His hair got a quick pat before Jonathon tapped on the door and rested his shoulder against the jamb.

The door swung open a moment later but the flirty greeting Jonathon had prepared went poof!—vaporized as Leo bowed and offered a gloved hand. He was exquisitely turned out in a classic black coat and tails, stealing Jonathon’s breath and his heart.

“Wow,” he whispered as Leo kissed his knuckles. “You look incredible.”

Leo straightened, pulling Jonathon with him as he backed into the sitting room. “You are perfection, Jonathon. So beautiful,” he whispered, raising Jonathon’s hand and pressing a reverent kiss to his wrist as Leo gathered him in his arms.

The lights were turned down and they were surrounded by candles and flowers as a waltz played softly from the speakers overhead. “How did you do this?” Jonathon whispered shakily, shocked that Leo would go to so much trouble.

He shrugged as he turned Jonathon, setting them spinning. The coffee table and armchairs had been pushed out of the way, transforming the sitting room into a private ballroom. “I wanted to see what you would look like if I could take you to the Opera Ball, and you said you would only go if you could dance with who you wanted,” he explained with a dismissive shrug. “I hope that would include me.”

“Thank you!” Jonathon popped up onto his toes, capturing Leo’s face for a deeply grateful kiss. “This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me and I’ve never felt so beautiful.”

“You are radiant, mein Liebster.” Leo cradled Jonathon’s jaw tenderly as they kissed and slowly waltzed, circling the rug. “I’m so glad you decided to humor me and wear the suit. You look even more magical than I imagined.”

Jonathon gulped as his nerves fizzed and his heart raced. He couldn’t believe that Leo—a real-life prince—would do all of this for a nobody like him. “Would you say I look finger lickin’ good,” he attempted with a weak laugh.

“I’m sorry?” Leo stared at him, lips pursing. “Wh—? Finger…lickin’—?” He shook his head slowly. “I suppose… You always look tempting and taste like heaven,” he said, making Jonathon giggle as Leo blushed and stammered.

“It’s an American thing,” he explained with an eye-roll, sliding an arm around Leo’s middle and settling against his chest. “I still can’t believe you did this. How?” Jonathon laughed, awed at all the flowers and candles.

“Most of the staff left after dinner.” Leo murmured the words against Jonathon’s temple, his hand sliding lower and curving possessively around an asscheek. “I went on a little raid before I put on my tuxedo.”

Jonathon leaned back, shaking his head as he tried to picture Leo sneaking around the castle with armfuls of vases and candelabras. “You went on a little raid?”

“It was nothing,” Leo said firmly, ending the matter.

A bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket, making Jonathon snort. Leo must have raided the kitchen and the silver pantry as well. “Regardless, I’d much rather be here with you than stand around with a bunch of stuffy aristocrats, eating goulash and drinking flat wine.”

“I would always choose to be here with you.” Leo tipped Jonathon’s chin back and pecked at his lips. “When I think about how badly I did not want to come to Schönbühel, I feel like a fool. I would have run to get here if I had known you were waiting for me.”

“Really?” Jonathon asked, dazedly. “Me too.” He wanted to tell Leo that he would come back whenever, that he would wait forever, but one didn’t invite themselves to stay at a prince’s castle. Unless they were Muriel. “I’m glad I was here and it wasn’t as bad as you feared.”

“This transition has been a slow, gradual process,” Leo began, sighing heavily. “It will continue to be gradual and I must play along. The Foundation is attempting to make Max’s abdication seem like a positive outcome and my succession is meant to signal a new beginning for the House of Hessen. This is all uncharted territory and I am probably the last man they’d want for the job, but we’ll find a way to make it work. It’s rather lovely, though, to have found so much joy while I’m here, despite their efforts to make me bored and miserable for a month,” he said conspiratorially, making Jonathon smirk.

“We’ve certainly shown them. I’m having the time of my life.”

“So am I,” Leo declared, then led Jonathon though a sweeping turn and twirled him. “I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed myself more at a ball.”

They danced several waltzes, teasing and laughing like they were in a glittering ballroom. Leo had even offered Jonathon his arm and escorted him to the ice bucket for a toast.

“To the star of the night, my Jonathon.” Leo raised his glass like he was addressing his guests, his eyes glowing with sinful promise as they held Jonathon’s. “You shine so brilliantly and you have captivated me from the moment we first met.”

Their glasses tapped and Jonathon remained cool as they took their first sips, then offered Leo a nod before draining his and passing it back.

“Pardon me,” he said and dropped to his knees, shocking Leo.

“Jonathon!” he scolded, but it turned into a strained laugh when Jonathon yanked Leo’s belt through the buckle and ripped open the fly of his tuxedo trousers.

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