Page 75 of Searching for the Prince
He took that to mean Sitial, and for the first time, he thought Metra might care for someone other than himself. “No. I can guess. You love him. Don’t you?”
“Yes, and much like you and Gwil, I would never be able to call him mine. Worse for me is he is married, his wife knows, and has her own lovers, but our tribe’s rules prevent me from giving him a similar role you gave Gwil.”
If he’d cared he should have realised there would be something, otherwise Sitial would have been front and centre of the congregation. Gwil had looked bewitching in his black consort role, and if his mother hadn’t spirited Gwil away he’d have had trouble not fucking him over the nearest surface. She would have known it too, and it was for the best that he wasn’t hanging off another man at his wedding.
“Talking of Gwil, it is time for me to leave.”
“At first I thought you were laying it on thick about him to get back at me. I can see why you’d think him attractive but for some reason, he’s become your everything.”
Metra didn’t deserve an explanation, and he wasn’t going to get one. “Yes, he has. Now come on, unless you want to explain to the guests why I am leaving you on your own.”
They returned to the reception hall, and after an endless procession of congratulations, escaped into the hallway. Hyaxopened a portal, Metra did the same. “I daresay I will see you around, Metra. Hopefully not too soon.”
The vision that greeted Hyax as he stepped into the conjugal chamber made him whimper. Gwil was reclining on the bed, still wearing his consort robe. This was probably the best gift he’d ever received.
Gwil grinned and popped a chocolate into his mouth.
“I see you’re lounging around like you own the place,” Hyax said, coming over to the side of the bed.
“I thought since I was the Prince’s Pet, I should enjoy it as much as possible. I could get used to this—they even brought me blood. Good blood.”
Hyax sat and laid his hand on Gwil’s hip. “And I could get used to seeing you wrapped in chiffon and silk.”
“I have to admit it feels nice, although it took a while to get used to not wearing trousers.”
Hyax took that as an invitation and slid his hands under the hem and up Gwil’s leg, to mid-thigh. “You do not know how hard I am now, seeing you in your consort’s robe.”
“I had planned to wear a nice suit but seems this is more fitting. You’re all gold and shiny and I’m black and brooding.”
Hyax leant over and rolled Gwil onto his back. “You’re fucking beautiful, and you’re mine.”
“I think you’re going to have to work hard to assure me of that because last time I checked I wasn’t the one you married.” Gwil’s tone was playful, not accusative.
“Do you have suggestions on how I can do that?”
Gwil’s eyes sparkled. “I suppose we have this marvellous bed. I bet you could put it to good use.”
Often he didn’t have the patience to remove Gwil’s clothes and would use a flash of magic to have him naked in a second, but peeling away his consort robes would be a treat he would not squander. He stroked his hand down the front of the robe, aseries of buttons materialised and he unfastened them, popping each through its buttonhole and the silk of the robe sliding over Gwil’s body, revealing his moon-pale skin. He did allow himself to remove Gwil’s boxers and socks with magic, but he left the robe in place and he had the delicious idea to keep on his own—at least for the first time.
“I love seeing you naked,” Hyax said, and grasped Gwil’s cock, giving it a couple of strokes before letting go and revelling in Gwil’s cry of excitement.
“Don’t tease, Hyax.”
“I have no intention of teasing you.” He conjured up several purple silk ribbons and a pot of sparkling lube. He held them aloft. “But I am going to put these to good use.”
Gwil made a keening noise. “Fuck yes!”
As a young fae, Hyax had become quite proficient at tying knots, and he had enjoyed binding Gwil during their intimate encounters. He muttered a spell under his breath and the purple ribbons wrapped around Gwil’s wrists and tied him to the bedframe.
Preparation was another area where he’d used his magic as a sort of assistant, but after a quick cleansing spell, he intended to use his fingers. His own cock was already hard, and he wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside Gwil.
Gwil was on the submissive side when it came to sex. Hyax had been surprised at first, but then he’d realised Gwil was happy to have someone else take the lead in one part of life. For years, he’d not had a long-term partner, and it thrilled Hyax to know he had been gifted Gwil’s trust.
He watched in fascination as he teased Gwil’s entrance and let his finger slide in and out. Gwil had a dirty mouth—he babbled out a litany of demands begging to be fucked and only when Hyax was satisfied did he magically open his own robe to waist level and coat his cock with lube.
“You’re not getting undressed?” Gwil asked, lifting his head.
“Later… I thought you’d appreciate me fucking you in my wedding garb, knowing that the other groom wouldn’t get the chance.”
