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the strange one.”
Turren stared. “The cup disappears into your hood.”
“My sister does not do shoddy work.”
As the cup disappeared into the hood again, Turren wondered if everything going into it had that effect. Turren swallowed hard and bent over in a coughing fit, clutching his stomach in pain. Sebastian frowned but poured another glass for him.
“What brought that on?” Sebastian asked.
“Nothing,” Turren said before he gulped down the water quickly.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m fine. I just need to watch my thoughts while I’m still healing.”
“What thoughts?”
“Nothing that would interest you,” Turren said.
“As mouthy as you’ve been, you’re suddenly playing coy.”
Turren put the cup back. “I’m being prudent.”
Sebastian eyed him suspiciously and frowned at the bulge Turren was trying to hide under the sheets. “Funny, I have a feeling that your thoughts might interest me a great bit. By what pleasure god could you have that reaction in your condition?” Sebastian asked as he pointed at Turren’s crotch.
Turren glared at him. “Since you won’t respect my dignity, I shall tell you exactly what my mind pictured. I thought it would be very interesting to watch my cock disappear down your throat while lovemaking.”
“How do you plan on making that fantasy come true?” Sebastian asked.
“Hard work and determination.”
“And this for the son of a dishonored lord? You plan on wooing me?”
“Yes and yes,” Turren said. “I will find out what curse maligns your body, and I will free you from it no matter how far I must travel to cure you. That is the only way I can earn your love and show how much you mean to me.”
Sebastian laughed. “You think your love can change my face and give me a life without these cloaks? I’m sorry to inform you, Your Highness, but you are an arrogant little shit. There is no remedy for my face, and I will always look like this regardless of your tries to free me from whatever horrific visage you’ve imagined. Knowing that, do you honestly think when I remove my hood that you could still be happy with me?”
Turren stared at Sebastian thoughtfully. “If you trusted me to see under your hood, I would be the happiest man alive. If you trusted me that much, then that means you return my feelings.” He smiled sheepishly. “No matter how little you think of them.”
S EBASTIAN LOOKED at the prince and wished they had seen each other over the years. He could have watched the prince’s progress and not been blindsided by the fool’s confession. It was easier for Sebastian to reject the familiar well-wishers who hoped he could live uncovered one day. But the prince was a stranger who had no damn right making Sebastian wish for things he couldn’t have. Sebastian’s intention had been to fairly let the prince down without any ambiguity, but after Turren’s ramblings, Sebastian thought, I am going to torment him. Turren had faced downward as he mumbled about his feelings, and Sebastian bent slowly so he wouldn’t notice. Tilting his head so he could catch the prince’s lips unaware, Sebastian kissed him briefly.
Turren blinked as he touched his lips. He looked at his fingers and then looked at Sebastian. “Did… you?” He sat up straighter. “No, that’s not fair!”
“Excuse me?”
“I wasn’t prepared. Kiss me again!”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. If Turren wants more suffering, then who am I to deny His Highness? “Only one more,” he said as he bent again and allowed his lips to linger on wet skin that had been moistened by Turren’s tongue. Turren’s hand stayed on the bed, but he licked at Sebastian’s lips as the kiss continued. Sebastian was inexperienced, but he knew what the prince was requesting. Rolling his eyes again, Sebastian opened his mouth and permitted entry. A very warm tongue touched Sebastian’s front teeth and then went inside his mouth. It was startling to feel
Turren stared. “The cup disappears into your hood.”
“My sister does not do shoddy work.”
As the cup disappeared into the hood again, Turren wondered if everything going into it had that effect. Turren swallowed hard and bent over in a coughing fit, clutching his stomach in pain. Sebastian frowned but poured another glass for him.
“What brought that on?” Sebastian asked.
“Nothing,” Turren said before he gulped down the water quickly.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m fine. I just need to watch my thoughts while I’m still healing.”
“What thoughts?”
“Nothing that would interest you,” Turren said.
“As mouthy as you’ve been, you’re suddenly playing coy.”
Turren put the cup back. “I’m being prudent.”
Sebastian eyed him suspiciously and frowned at the bulge Turren was trying to hide under the sheets. “Funny, I have a feeling that your thoughts might interest me a great bit. By what pleasure god could you have that reaction in your condition?” Sebastian asked as he pointed at Turren’s crotch.
Turren glared at him. “Since you won’t respect my dignity, I shall tell you exactly what my mind pictured. I thought it would be very interesting to watch my cock disappear down your throat while lovemaking.”
“How do you plan on making that fantasy come true?” Sebastian asked.
“Hard work and determination.”
“And this for the son of a dishonored lord? You plan on wooing me?”
“Yes and yes,” Turren said. “I will find out what curse maligns your body, and I will free you from it no matter how far I must travel to cure you. That is the only way I can earn your love and show how much you mean to me.”
Sebastian laughed. “You think your love can change my face and give me a life without these cloaks? I’m sorry to inform you, Your Highness, but you are an arrogant little shit. There is no remedy for my face, and I will always look like this regardless of your tries to free me from whatever horrific visage you’ve imagined. Knowing that, do you honestly think when I remove my hood that you could still be happy with me?”
Turren stared at Sebastian thoughtfully. “If you trusted me to see under your hood, I would be the happiest man alive. If you trusted me that much, then that means you return my feelings.” He smiled sheepishly. “No matter how little you think of them.”
S EBASTIAN LOOKED at the prince and wished they had seen each other over the years. He could have watched the prince’s progress and not been blindsided by the fool’s confession. It was easier for Sebastian to reject the familiar well-wishers who hoped he could live uncovered one day. But the prince was a stranger who had no damn right making Sebastian wish for things he couldn’t have. Sebastian’s intention had been to fairly let the prince down without any ambiguity, but after Turren’s ramblings, Sebastian thought, I am going to torment him. Turren had faced downward as he mumbled about his feelings, and Sebastian bent slowly so he wouldn’t notice. Tilting his head so he could catch the prince’s lips unaware, Sebastian kissed him briefly.
Turren blinked as he touched his lips. He looked at his fingers and then looked at Sebastian. “Did… you?” He sat up straighter. “No, that’s not fair!”
“Excuse me?”
“I wasn’t prepared. Kiss me again!”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. If Turren wants more suffering, then who am I to deny His Highness? “Only one more,” he said as he bent again and allowed his lips to linger on wet skin that had been moistened by Turren’s tongue. Turren’s hand stayed on the bed, but he licked at Sebastian’s lips as the kiss continued. Sebastian was inexperienced, but he knew what the prince was requesting. Rolling his eyes again, Sebastian opened his mouth and permitted entry. A very warm tongue touched Sebastian’s front teeth and then went inside his mouth. It was startling to feel
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