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After the wedding banquet, Airk was ready for bed. Seeing Kit with that big fake smile plastered on her face exhausted him, and her groom wasn’t much better — the guy looked like he was about throw up from the moment the ceremony started all the way through dessert.

What on earth had Mom been thinking, putting these two together? He’d pointed out why this was an iffy proposition, but it’s not like she listened to him. Still, he had to try… and one of the reasons he tried was lurking outside the new royal couple’s chamber.

“Jade?”

She jumped, whirling to face him. “Your highness!” She sketched a quick bow. “Just securing the premises.” Her eyes darted left and right, her body rigid with tension. “Yup, very secure.”

Airk’s mouth twisted with sympathy. He could stay up a while longer, he guessed. “Wanna get a drink?” he said, clapping her on the back.

Jade’s shoulders slumped, her face relaxing into a sort of gentle misery. “That sounds perfect, yeah.”

A loud popping sound came from behind the thick door, then a scream: “Stay back!”

Jade and Airk exchanged glances, charging forward as one. They burst through the door and stopped short in confusion.

Kit was at the foot of the bed, her face worried, hands held up in the air as if demonstrating a lack of ill intent. Graydon stood by his wardrobe, eyes screwed shut, holding out his crown points first like he was trying to defend himself. His face was covered in glittering powder, orange intermixed with streaks of gold.

“Kit, what—” Jade said.

“I’ve been drugged, you all need to leave!” Graydon shouted. His voice was high, tight, on the edge of hysteria.

Airk’s eyes narrowed as he looked over Graydon. The powder trailed down onto the front of his doublet. It was all over his hands. He could see specks of it glimmering in the air. Fuck, first Kit with her knife games and now this?

He grabbed Kit by the back of her dress and dragged her toward the door, catching Jade by the arm and bringing her along, too.

Shoving them out in the hallway, he followed. “Guys. Go somewhere else for a while, somewhere no one will find you. Don’t tell anyone about this until we know more, okay?”

Kit’s eyes were wide. “Airk, what are you doing?”

“Hopefully preventing a diplomatic incident? Whatever that stuff is, I don’t want you near it.” He looked to Jade. “Keep her safe, okay?”

Jade nodded. “Come on, princess.” She pressed a hand to Kit’s back and guided her down the hall. Kit looked back over her shoulder, frowning.

Airk returned to the bedroom and locked the door. Graydon was nowhere to be seen. He had a moment of panic, but a tiny sob gave his location away. Graydon was sitting on the floor, having wedged himself between the wardrobe and the desk. Most of the powder in the air seemed to have settled, so he cautiously crept closer.

“Prince Graydon?” He crouched down a few feet away.

“You need to leave,” Graydon said, his voice hoarse. “You need to leave right now.”

“What happened?”

Graydon raised his head. His eyes were shut tight, which did nothing to prevent the occasional tear from slipping out and tracking through the glitter on his face.

“There was a gift in my wardrobe, labeled ‘to the newlyweds’. I opened it, and it blew up in my face.” He frowned, hugging his knees to his chest. “Fairy dust. This was meant for the princess, too. Thank the mothers she wasn’t close.”

Airk blinked. That was strong, rare magic. “Dust of the broken heart?”

Graydon’s eyebrows raised. “You’ve heard of it?”

“Yeah, that’s how my parents got together… kinda.”

“Then you know how it works. You fall in love with the first person you see. As soon as I tasted it, I knew.”

Airk cocked his head. “How do you know what it tastes like?”

“Books said it tastes like honey, smells like rain.” Graydon sighed, tilting his head back. “And it does.”

“Okay, so keep your eyes shut for a while and you’re good?”

Graydon didn’t respond.

“Graydon?”

“Only some of it is dust of the broken heart. The rest is…” His voice trailed off inaudibly.

“Sorry, didn’t get that.”

“Dust of passion’s flame.” Graydon dropped his head to his knees. “The cinnamon is a dead giveaway.”

Airk grimaced.

“It’s getting stronger, I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.” Graydon shifted uncomfortably.

“So… it makes you horny?”

Graydon winced. “Incredibly aroused. All you can think about is. Um. And you’ll do anything for it. Please, just go, lock me in here, don’t let me out.”

Airk frowned. “Will you be okay?”

There was a long pause. “Yeah. I read it’s kind of painful alone, but it won’t kill me or anything.”

Looking carefully at Graydon’s miserable face, the tension in his frame, Airk felt bad. First he had to marry someone who wanted nothing to do with him, and now this. The guy couldn’t catch a break.

He was so nice, and not bad-looking… not at all. Maybe he could do something here? Spending a couple hours helping a cute guy get off wasn’t too big a sacrifice, for the sake of Tir Asleen. It was the ideal diplomatic mission, really.

“...What if you didn’t have to be alone.”

Graydon’s face twitched. “What, what do you mean.”

“I’m not busy at the moment.” Airk smiled, even though the effect was largely lost on someone who couldn’t open their eyes.

Hard to tell under the powder, but he thought Graydon was blushing.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he said, and his voice had grown breathless. “You might get a dose of it, too. And, what if I open my eyes at the wrong time?”

“Blindfold,” Airk suggested, with a hint of mischief.

Graydon’s mouth worked but all that came out was a small squeak. “But, the princess…?”

“Don’t move,” Airk said. He stood and went to the dressing table, grabbing a couple of cloths. One he dipped in the pitcher, wetting it thoroughly.

Crossing back to Graydon, he knelt in front of him.

Graydon flinched. “You shouldn’t be so close,” he said, but the conviction in his voice had dwindled noticeably. He sounded almost yearning.

“Shh,” Airk said. “Just gonna get some of this stuff off your face, okay? Hold still.”

Airk rubbed the wet fabric over Graydon’s face, working gently to remove the dust. His beard and mustache proved trickier; by the time he had those clean, Airk was starting to feel odd. Warm, tingly, almost a little drunk.

There was glitter in the air again, he must’ve disturbed it with his passage. But the way Graydon pressed into his touch, the tiny noises he made… Airk had a hard time caring.

Moving the cloth softly over Graydon’s mouth, he gave in to impulse and followed it with his lips. Graydon whimpered.

He tasted cinnamon… and yes, honey. Well, surely one of them being blindfolded would be enough. Didn’t eyes have to meet or something poetic like that? Leaning back, he rolled the other cloth and looped it over Graydon’s eyes, startling him.

Once it was tied Airk took Graydon’s hand, pulling him up out of that narrow space. Glancing down, Airk remembered that Graydon had quite a bit of powder on his hands. He’d meant to clean that, too.

He moved to do so, but Graydon grabbed him by the waist, pressing forward and kissing him fervently. Airk moaned and wrapped his arms around Graydon’s shoulders. He was burning up, and could feel the same heat rising from Graydon’s skin. Graydon was hard, rubbing against his thigh; Airk’s body was racing to catch up.

Graydon released his mouth and started sucking wet kisses down his neck. Fuck, that was nice. “Dust,” Airk gasped.

“Hm?” Graydon lifted his head.

“All over your clothes. Mine now, too. We should get them out of the way so we don’t keep upping the dose, right?” That seemed to make sense. His head was spinning. Maybe he just wanted to get them both naked.

His hands went to the back of Graydon’s doublet. Graydon worked at the buttons on the front of Airk’s shirt, pressing his mouth to every new bit of exposed skin.

Airk got half of Graydon’s buttons undone and started pulling at the shoulders, shoving it down past his under-tunic, pushing it over his hips so he could step out of it. Graydon already had Airk’s shirt off and was working on his pants when Airk reached down to the hem of his tunic and tugged it up and off.

“Whoa,” he said, blinking. “Your chest…”

Graydon cringed. “Yeah, sorry.” His attention went back to Airk’s pants as soon as his hands were free.

Airk slowly ran his hands over the scars, bemused. There was something kind of badass about them. Even sexy? He bent his head and licked the one closest to Graydon’s shoulder.

“Ahh...” Graydon jumped, pressing against his mouth.

Airk grinned, wrapping his arms around Graydon’s back and pulling him tight. He sucked on the raised mark, pushing at it with his tongue.

Graydon keened, straining in his arms. Airk started licking and kissing his way down along the scars, to the center of his chest and then taking the path that led straight down to his navel… and beyond? Time to get those pants off and see.

He sank down, pulling at the fastenings. Graydon leaned forward, bracing his hands on Airk’s shoulders. As he tugged Graydon’s pants down, he saw the marks didn’t continue; but Graydon’s cock sprang free and Airk forgot about scars.

His cock was gorgeous, unexpectedly thick, hard as anything and running clear fluid from the tip. Airk licked his lips. He wrapped a hand around it, making Graydon gasp, and guided it to his mouth.

Airk rubbed the head against his tongue, tasting him. Whining, Graydon slid his hands into Airk’s hair and Airk could feel him shaking. He let Graydon’s cock slip in his mouth and sucked at it.

Graydon’s breath was hitching in and out as Airk teased at him, clearly overwhelmed. Airk tongued him coaxingly, grabbing his hips and encouraging him.

He groaned, half-strangled, pushing deeper into Airk’s mouth. A few thrusts forward and he fell over the edge. Airk moaned, lapping at the bitter fluid and swallowing it all.

With a final shuddering sigh, Graydon pulled out of his mouth and slowly collapsed to his knees. Airk kissed him, fumbling his pants down his hips to take the pressure off his own cock. After a dazed moment Graydon was kissing back urgently, tongue in Airk’s mouth, humming on the edge of moaning. His hands ran over Airk’s shoulders and chest and down across his stomach.

Graydon paused. “I wish I could see you,” he said, and there was a little pout in his voice.

“I think this is complicated enough,” Airk said, smiling to soften the words.

Humming noncommittally in response, Graydon resumed running his hands over Airk. His touch varied between hesitant and clumsily eager, his natural response to the situation seeming to fight against the dust’s influence.

Airk leaned to the side, shoving his pants off, and reached to help Graydon with his.

“You’re still hard,” he observed, giving his cock a gentle stroke. Graydon gasped and pushed up into his hand. “Is that just how this stuff works?”

“Ah… I think, fuck, I think so.”

Airk smirked, getting ideas. “Wanna fuck me?”

“Mm, yes,” Graydon moaned. “I’ve never, though.”

“What, never? What about with a girl?”

Graydon didn’t answer, still thrusting slowly up into Airk’s hand. He was running clear fluid again and the glide was getting slicker.

Airk blinked at a sudden thought. “You’d kissed before though, right?”

Biting his lip, Graydon shook his head.

“Oh, man,” Airk murmured. “What a way to have your firsts.”

“I’m not… mm… complaining,” Graydon said.

Airk laughed, leaning forward and kissing him again.

“Let’s get you on the bed.” Airk stood and grabbed Graydon’s hand, tugging him to his feet.

Graydon laughed giddily. Airk had to laugh along with him, even though he wasn’t sure what was funny.

“What?” he said, finally, when Graydon kept giggling.

“Ha… it’s just… No way your sister was gonna do what we’re about to do in that bed, you know?”

Airk laughed, pulling Graydon along to the bed, grabbing his hips and pushing him until he fell backward. Graydon scrambled further up onto the bed, trailing off into chuckles until he’d snort and start bubbling little laughs all over again.

Airk returned to the dressing table and rummaged through the drawers, looking for something that would work. Kit didn’t have a lot of fancy perfumes to sort through, but it was still a mess of stuff all jumbled together.

He had to stop a few times when Graydon’s renewed giggling set him off again, wiping tears from his eyes. Maybe he’d gotten a stronger dose than he thought? He felt awfully silly all of a sudden.

Glancing down at his chest, he looked at the smudges of dust Graydon had left on his skin and laughed again. Gods, this was all so ridiculous. But his cock was aching, and Graydon was right there, and he was damned well going to find something and get Graydon in him and—

Ah ha! A fat jar of creamy translucent white, and when he opened the lid, the distinct beachy smell of the coconut trees that grew on the shores of the Sunset Ocean.

He grinned, returning to the bed to find Graydon idly running fingertips over his scars and shivering. His cock was hard and leaking, but he was focused on his chest, gently tracing the edges of each symbol.

“Doing okay?” Airk inquired, climbing onto the bed.

Graydon stretched. “They feel so good. I never knew they could feel good.”

Airk dipped his head and licked over a few of them, drawing a shaky moan. He continued outlining each one with his tongue as he opened the jar.

Dipping out a generous amount of the semi-solid oil, he let it warm in his hand until it started to run. He wrapped his hand around Graydon’s cock and coated it thoroughly from base to tip. Graydon pushed up into his fist, sighing.

“That smells nice,” he murmured.

“Feels good too, right?” Airk smiled.

Pushing up onto his knees, he straddled Graydon’s waist and reached back, smoothing the rest of the oil over his entrance and slowly pushing inside with a couple fingers.

He groaned at the stretch and Graydon frowned, setting tentative hands on Airk’s thighs. “What are you doing?”

“Mm… getting ready to have you inside me.”

A high-pitched whine slipped out of Graydon’s throat and his hands clenched, squeezing hard.

Airk laughed. “You’re okay with that, right?”

“Uh huh,” Graydon said.

“Good,” Airk said, leaning forward and bracing one hand on Graydon’s chest. “Because I need you in me really, really bad and I need it now.”

Graydon’s response was inarticulate, but seemed positive. Airk reached back, grabbing his cock, angling it up, and pushing back against it. Fuck, he really was thick. He probably should’ve prepped more. The almost tortured sound Graydon was making as Airk’s body gave way for his cock was worth it, though.

Slowly sinking down, Airk watched Graydon clutch at his thighs, the blanket, his own hair, anything he could reach. He came to rest on Graydon’s hips and shuddered at the fullness. Who would’ve thought the shy little prince was walking around with all this in his pants, damn.

Graydon had given up grabbing at things and flung his arms back by his head, panting. Airk shifted forward and Graydon moaned, deep and throaty.

He brushed Graydon’s hair back, fiddling out a lock that had gotten caught in the blindfold. “You okay?” he whispered.

Gulping air, Graydon nodded. “You feel so good,” he said. “I’m gonna come again.”

Airk laughed softly, drawing another moan. “That’s the idea.” He took Graydon’s hands, weaving their fingers together, and started to move.

Letting Graydon slide back and push in again, Airk bit his lip. “You feel really good, too. Your cock is huge.”

Graydon laughed softly, disbelievingly. He didn’t disagree. Airk almost wanted him to argue, so he could keep saying it.

“So big, gods. I’ve never felt so full,” he purred, moving harder.

A shaky moan answered him, and he grinned. He let go of one of Graydon’s hands and stroked his cheek. “And you’re being so good for me, letting me ride this gorgeous dick. Such a good boy.”

Graydon gasped, his body arching off the bed. Airk groaned, feeling Graydon push in deeper, his cock throbbing inside him. “Ah, Graydon. Fuck!”

Falling back, Graydon laughed breathlessly. “I told you.”

“You did,” Airk laughed, shifting against him. “Staying hard for me?”

“Mm… Think so.”

Airk sat up, rising on his knees and dropping down fast. Graydon let out a shocked gasp as he bottomed out. “Airk,” he whined. “Please…”

“Oh?” Airk did it again, harder. “Please what?”

Graydon groaned. “I don’t know, just… please.”

Airk slowed, letting him feel the pressure and slide on every single inch. “Keep begging, maybe you’ll figure it out?” He kept his tone light and teasing.

A needy whine was Graydon’s only answer, his hands stroking up and down Airk’s thighs. Airk kept up the maddeningly slow pace and waited.

“Please… do whatever you want with me because it’s all so good,” Graydon murmured, gasping. “But keep doing it.”

Grinning, Airk bent and kissed him, grinding hard on his cock. “You’re driving me crazy. I’d never have let Kit marry you if I’d known you were going to be this fucking hot.”

Where had that come from? Airk blinked, and cut off Graydon’s reply with another kiss. The pressure was building, the stretch and rubbing of Graydon’s cock, the slide of his own cock trapped between them. He was so close, fuck.

Moaning against Graydon’s mouth, he took his hands and put them on his hips. Graydon’s squeezed and reached around the curve of his ass, pulling at him and pushing him over the edge.

Tongue in Graydon’s mouth, Graydon’s cock deep inside him, and he was coming, waves rushing over him. He clenched down hard and felt Graydon coming again, shooting inside him. It was perfect.

Airk dropped down on Graydon’s chest, heaving for breath. Graydon hugged him tight, and he gasped. Slipping his arms under Graydon’s shoulders, he returned the embrace. Graydon was so warm, he felt so good.

He pressed his face against Graydon’s neck and kissed it, tasting honey again. He’d missed a spot, apparently. Sticking his tongue out, he laved him thoroughly, continuing up behind his ear in case there was any more he’d overlooked.

Graydon giggled, trying to pull away, and Airk bit down on his earlobe.

“Mm… Do that again?”

Airk obliged, nibbling his way around Graydon’s ear and neck. At some point he realized he was still hard; he’d gotten a good dose after all. He ground back on Graydon, and he was hard, too.

Fuck. Magic dust or not, he needed a breather. He eased up off Graydon’s cock and flopped face down on the bed.

Graydon’s hand trailed lightly over his back. “You okay? Do you need anything?”

Airk lifted his head for a second, feeling muzzy. “...Water?”

“Sure, okay.” Graydon didn’t move.

“Oh, right. The blindfold.” Airk started to rise. “I can get it.”

“No, no, I will! Just… don’t look at me. And I won’t look at you.”

Airk exhaled. Sure, that sounded reasonable. He slumped back on the covers and listened to the rustling of Graydon getting off the bed, the clinking and gurgle of water pouring into cups.

Graydon returned soon, holding water in front of Airk’s face. He took it and drank thirstily, draining the cup while Graydon caressed his back. He held it up and Graydon set it aside, snuggling up again.

Cuddling soon turned into rubbing and biting at the back of Airk’s neck. Graydon’s hands were roaming over his body, spreading a trail of tingles wherever they touched.

“Can I?” Graydon murmured, pressing up against his ass.

Airk moaned. He was starting to get sore but he wanted it again anyway. “Yeah, use the oil.”

Graydon grabbed the jar, groaning as he slicked up his cock. Soon he was back, settling a slippery hand on Airk’s hip, and pushing in. Airk curled forward against the pressure, and Graydon’s arm wound around his waist, holding him tight.

Rocking slowly in and out of him, Graydon kissed at his neck. Airk reached back into Graydon’s curls and tugged. As Graydon ran hands up and down his body, Airk tossed his head and saw the blindfold sitting on the bed. Well, that was probably fine? They weren’t facing each other.

Graydon pressed in harder, and Airk’s eyes fell shut. Fuck, that was amazing. He hit a particularly sweet angle and Airk keened, starting to tremble.

“Baby, yes, like that…” he sighed, and Graydon whined. Squeezing him in his arms, Graydon snapped his hips and lit Airk up. Gods, he felt perfect. He’d never had it so good. Where had this guy been all his life? He felt a tightness in his chest, halfway between pain and pleasure.

Winding his arm around Graydon’s neck, he tilted his head back and captured his mouth in a searing kiss. The warmth of it spread through his body, meeting the heat of their passion and igniting.

Airk tensed, pressing back against Graydon. His body shook with dazzling ecstasy, leaving him gasping against Graydon’s mouth. Graydon moaned, pushing forward hard and finding his own release. He broke away from the kiss to shove his face into Airk’s neck, sobbing helplessly as his hips pumped.

Caressing Graydon’s hair, Airk sighed. He could feel moisture gathering in his own eyes and it was strange, but it was right. Why shouldn’t he cry a little? He’d never fit this well with anyone before. He covered his heart with his other hand, feeling the way it was pounding. Had he really thought he’d ever been in love before? Mere infatuation compared to this, he—

Airk’s heart lurched, less pleasantly. Love? Had they been wrong about how the dust worked? Their eyes never met. He’d looked at Graydon anyway, had that been enough to set the spell?

His breathing picked up as he tried to remember exactly what Mom had told him. Dad came on strong, talking weirdness about the sun and the moon and dwelling in darkness, then kissed her and ran. The next time she saw him, he seemed to have shaken it off. Claimed it went away.

She said fighting by his side was how she grew to love him, and she figured it was the same with him, that the dust didn’t really matter, in the end. But... maybe she was wrong?

Was he the only one affected? He had to know. The thought that he might be feeling this way, just the effects of a spell, unreciprocated… his heart ached.

Easing forward, Airk let Graydon slip out of him and started to turn over.

Graydon tensed. “The blindfold!” he said, squeezing his eyes shut.

Airk laid a gentle hand along his cheek and gazed at him. His face all scrunched up, his curls a sweaty, damp mess, tear tracks on his cheeks, and Airk didn’t want to talk about the starlit sky. He didn’t feel very giddy at all, now; he just felt like he’d found something more rare and precious than all the fairy dust in Andowyne.

…Well, maybe he felt a little fanciful. But just a little.

“I think it’s okay? You can open your eyes.” Graydon hesitated and Airk’s gut twisted. “Graydon, please.”

Graydon slowly opened one eye, then the other. He tilted his head, a warm smile spreading over his face as he looked at Airk, quickly followed by confusion.

“Am I not… aren’t we supposed to start reciting poetry, or something?”

Airk bit his lip. “I think maybe we had it wrong, about the eye contact. Or… I don’t know. Maybe it’s not the dust.” His eyes moved over Graydon’s face, looking for a hint.

“Oh.” Graydon’s brow creased. “Oh, you’re...That’s…” he trailed off.

“You don’t feel it?” Airk’s heart twinged.

“I feel it,” Graydon murmured, taking his hand and placing a small kiss on it. “I thought it was just me.”

Graydon’s eyes were wide and happy. Airk thought maybe he could fall into them for the rest of his life. He felt a smile start on his face, growing into a big, foolish grin.

He closed the distance, kissing Graydon, a heady, dizzy press of lips and tongue and teeth. Graydon’s arms slipped around him, pulling Airk tight against his chest. The frantic pace of their kiss slowed, became languid and revelatory.

Graydon pulled back finally, pressing their foreheads together. “What about your sister?”

Airk laughed. “You were right, this was never going to happen with her anyway. She’ll be relieved once she gets past all the ways she thinks she’s supposed to feel. Kit only has eyes for Jade… she’s just in denial.”

“Hm. Yeah, I could see that.” Graydon smiled. “They looked cute dancing together.”

“If Jade’s smart she took the opportunity to seduce your wife. Or vice-versa.”

“Well, if they’re still being stubborn we could always smack them with a bag of fairy dust…”

Airk tilted his head back and stared. Graydon tried to keep a straight face, but gave in to giggles after a moment.

“Yeah, no,” Airk laughed. “They’ll figure it out.”

“Airk?” Graydon let out one final giggle, his eyes flicking down and back up. “Would you do it to me?” He wound his arms around Airk’s neck, blushing. “I want to feel you, too.”

Airk’s grin got bigger. “Definitely.” He kissed Graydon again, gently pushing him over onto his back and reaching for the jar.

He teased with his fingers, slowly opening Graydon up for the first time. Graydon trembled, flushing at each push forward, clutching at Airk’s back and shoulders, whatever he could reach. His eyes roamed hungrily over Airk’s body, now that he was allowed to look, and Airk felt warm under his gaze.

Sliding up beside him, Airk bent to his chest, kissing and licking over his scars as he made Graydon ready. Graydon’s fingers wove into his hair, sighing out little cries and pressing up against his mouth. Airk resolved that he’d make time in the future to outline each one with his tongue and drive Graydon slowly crazy, but he didn’t have the patience for that now.

Gently easing in with two fingers, he felt his way along until he found the right spot, rubbing. Graydon gasped, arching against him.

“Airk…” His hand tightened in Airk’s hair as he continued to caress it, and Airk moaned.

“Mm… pull harder, baby. I love that.”

Graydon’s laugh turned into a groan as Airk started to thrust his fingers in and out, glancing over that spot. He gave Airk’s hair a good tug, and Airk bit into his chest. Sitting up, he smoothed oil onto his cock and crawled over Graydon.

He brushed Graydon’s hair back, getting lost in his eyes. “Ready?” he murmured.

Graydon bit his lip and nodded, reaching up to clasp his hands around Airk’s neck.

Airk lifted Graydon’s leg, encouraging him to wrap it around his waist. Shifting forward, he slowly pushed in.

Pressing his head back in the pillow, Graydon cried out. His chest was heaving and Airk paused.

“Are you okay?” He stroked his thumb over Graydon’s cheek. “Does it hurt?”

“Mm… no, it’s good. Just… intense.” Graydon opened his eyes and Airk’s heart turned over. He looked dazed but so alive, and he couldn’t help remembering how Graydon had looked only hours before — like he wanted to fall off the face of the earth or maybe sleep for the rest of his life.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and bent to kiss him.

Graydon met his mouth eagerly. As their tongues slid together, Airk began to ease forward again until he was fully enveloped in Graydon. He was the one who had to pause then, pressing his face to Graydon’s shoulder and panting.

Gentle fingers combed through his hair, and Graydon sighed. “This is perfect,” he whispered. “You feel so good.” He followed that with a kiss to the side of Airk’s head, and Airk whined, his hips twitching.

Graydon pressed back against him with a small humming sound. “You can move,” he suggested. “Please.”

Airk smiled, nipping at his neck. “You want me to move, I can move.” He pulled back with a shuddering groan and pushed forward again, and Graydon’s eyes rolled back. He shifted his grip to Airk’s shoulders and clutched hard.

Setting a slow, easy pace, Airk gently fucked into him; he wanted to be careful of Graydon’s first time… and all their earlier fun was catching up with him. He could feel a bone-deep exhaustion setting in and thought he might happily sleep for a day or two after this.

But not before he made this the best first time in the history of first times, of course. He had his pride and he also had a beautiful, amazing, sweet boyfriend to satisfy. He only hoped Graydon was close. And that Graydon also thought they were boyfriends.

Airk blinked. Focus. He angled his hips back and pushed forward again, hitting just right to make Graydon’s voice go high and strangled. Airk grinned, slipping a hand between them and grabbing Graydon’s cock. It was still slick with oil and spend, and he stroked it firmly.

“Fuck,” Graydon breathed out, pushing up against his hand. “Airk, gods…”

Airk thrust harder, pushing Graydon closer, driving himself there as well. He watched Graydon carefully, wanting to see the moment he tipped over. Graydon gazed back at him, gasping with each surge forward, his body winding tighter.

Graydon’s eyes widened. He made a strangled sound and then his cock was pulsing, his body clenching down on Airk. Airk thrust again and let Graydon pull him along, dragging it out of him. He bent to kiss Graydon through the last shivers of pleasure before he collapsed.

He laid on Graydon, trying to breathe, trying to not pass out. The grey at the edges of his vision slowly receded. He listened to Graydon wheezing as well, still stroking gently through his hair.

“Fuck,” Airk said. That was all he could come up with at this point.

“Yeah,” Graydon agreed, his voice soft and dreamy.

Airk reached down and carefully pulled out, noticing with surprise and relief that his cock was softening. Graydon’s, too. He rolled onto his back beside Graydon and groaned, letting his eyes slide shut.

When he opened his eyes again, Graydon was leaning up on one elbow and running a hand lightly over his chest. Graydon smiled mischievously.

“What?” Airk said, smiling back.

“Just funny how things work out sometimes, I guess.” Graydon leaned in and pressed a small kiss to his lips. “I thought you were cute but you know... betrothed to your sister and all.” He glanced off to the side. “Plus way out of my league.”

Airk shook his head. “Out of your league? No way. You’re a hottie, dude. One hundred percent. Plus personality, you know? If I ever find out who put that fairy dust in your wardrobe I’ll thank them personally.”

“Oh.” Graydon frowned. “It was probably my father. I wouldn’t mention any of this to him.”

Airk sat up. “Your FATHER?”

“Yeah. He’s really into having an heir. I think he knew it wasn’t gonna happen otherwise.”

“That’s fucked up.”

Graydon shrugged.

“All right. I won’t thank him. I’m gonna make sure everything he eats here gives him the shits, though.”

Laughing, Graydon pulled him back down and hugged him. “And how are you going to do that?”

“I happen to know someone in the kitchen. She’s a great girl, actually. You gotta meet her. I think she’d like you, too. Wait. Are you into girls?”

Graydon blinked. “Are you suggesting…? You are. Wow.”

“What?” Airk smiled. “You’re not in stuffy old Galladoorn any more. Live a little!”

Graydon climbed on top of him with a smile. “You know what, I think I will.”

Nuzzling into Airk’s neck, he sighed contentedly. Airk squeezed him tight.

“Should we go find the girls and let them know things are okay? Or… figure out how to clean this up without getting dosed again?” Graydon murmured.

“Yeah… Later, though.” Airk said, starting to doze. “Just… later.”