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walls. You shall have everything you wish. Does that suit you?”
    Freawine nodded. Things were simpler than he’d anticipated. But the pained look on the Prince Eadwine’s face brought tender emotions to his heart. Made bold by the prince’s close proximity, he reached up to touch the cheek of the man who filled his dreams.
    “I understand, Your Highness.” The torment in those blue eyes made Frea’s heart flutter with sympathy and his breath catch. It also stirred his cock, which only sensed Freawine’s desire and not the impossibilty the prince’s words conveyed.
    Eadwine smiled half-heartedly. “A kiss to seal the deal and then I will leave you in peace.” He turned and kissed Freawine on the cheek, a hand on either shoulder. Tender, but a cousinly peck was not enough. Freawine laid his palm on either cheek to bring the prince’s mouth to his own.
    The touch felt heavenly and his knob stiffened with urgent desire, but the prince broke their embrace with a puzzled look at his queen’s face.
    “Well, that’s all right then.” Prince Eadwine leapt to his feet, his hands twisting together as he prepared to take his leave. “I shall see you in the morning, my consort.” He bowed somewhat awkwardly and turned to go.
    “Let us embrace as friends,” Freawine said, jumping up from the settee, “before you take your leave.” He longed for just one chance to hold that body close.
    After a lengthy pause, the prince at last acquiesced and Freawine held him tightly, inhaling the smoky aroma and feeling the leather of his surcoat. He had never experienced such a hunger to consume another. Blood pounded in his temples and in his cock, longing for release.
    Suddenly the prince held him at arm’s length, a puzzled look on his face. Without a word he reached down to feel the hard length of Freawine’s cock. “You’re a boy,” he whispered.
    “Yes, I am,” Freawine said, too excited by the touch of the prince’s hand on his cock to be afraid. Besides, no sense in denying the truth.
    The prince stared at him a moment longer and then drew him close, fastening his lips on Freawine’s and thrusting his tongue roughly between them. Frea felt as if his innards had melted. He reached up to bury his hands in the black curls. “You don’t mind,” he murmured when at last the prince let him catch his breath.
    Prince Eadwine grinned. “Mind? No, I do not mind.” He moved to Freawine’s neck, nuzzling along the tender skin, before biting gently, which made Frea gasp with surprise and delight. He ran his hands down the prince’s back, resting them on the taught curves of his rump.
    If he could have melded them together, Freawine would have done it. The prince’s bites along his neck and shoulder grew more frenzied and Frea trembled with restrained passion. He could feel Prince Eadwine’s cock, equally hard and eager as his own. Kissing alone wasn’t going to be enough.
    They both moaned and staggered backward toward the bed. Freawine fell back upon the soft covers and the prince shoved the voluminous skirts up over his head, freeing his waving knob, which the prince stroked eagerly.
    This must be what paradise feels like , Freawine thought, then changed his mind when the prince leaned forward to swallow the length of him and knew he was about to explode with an even greater joy. He cried out as his hips bucked up toward his prince, who continued to suck him through each shuddering spasm.
    Before Frea could gather his wits, the prince rolled him over onto his belly and threw the skirts up on his back. Freawine looked over his shoulder. The prince drew off his hose, presenting a hard cock that waved a greeting to the new bride. He climbed up on the bed and rested his stiff member between Freawine’s ass cheeks while he kissed the back of his neck. The prince leaned over grab something from the table next to the bed and something liquid poured down the crack of his arse.
    Prince Eadwine twined his fingers in