He leaned forward, his forehead touching Gabriel’s, who felt as if his heart was going to explode from beating so fast. The king raised a hand to touch Gabriel’s hair; wrapping a finger around a curl and watching it spring back into place. What the King did next was something Gabriel would never forget for the rest of his life.
He pressed his lips against the boy’s, and slid a large hand into his hair. Gabriel was in whirlwind of emotions, it wasn’t the first time some man had attempted to do something like that to him, but this wasn’t some man, he was King… The King. And the King always gets what he wants… The kiss was Gabriel’s first, and he instantly felt dizzy. King Ansell seemed to take his silence for consent, or he simply didn’t care, he slid his other hand to circle the boy’s waist, while sliding his tongue into the boy’s mouth. The king pulled Gabriel flush against his body, and moved away from his mouth to leave open mouthed kisses against the boy’s neck.
Gabriel realized that in the midst of it all, he had been forgetting to breathe, and panted heavily, seizing the king’s arms for support, since he couldn’t reach his shoulders. The king chuckled and knelt in front of Gabriel. “Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel?” Words failed the boy, who simply shook his head, sending his hair flying into the king’s face. King Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his enormous arms around the boy’s tiny waist.
“I suppose that’s good. Innocence leaves a delightful taste.” ‘Taste?” Gabriel thought to himself. ‘What on earth was he talking about?’ Gabriel stayed silent, as the King rested his head on the boy’s small shoulder, apparently at peace. How long they remained that way, the boy had no idea. All he could understand then was he now understood the King’s scrutiny.
Gabriel was thrown from the memory that had changed the course of his life when King Ansell’s growls grew closer and closer together, his sign that he was about to climax. Gabriel clenched the bear pelt and recited the Order of Prayer to the Deities, attempting to ignore the flood of hot, sticky seed flowing down his channel. King Ansell leaned forward and stroked a calloused finger down Gabriel’s cheek, turning his head. “Did you…?” Gabriel knew through years of habit, that the King was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a smile on his face and nodded.
King Ansell’s smile broadened, lighting the man’s entire face. He laid soft kisses down the side of the boy’s cheek, whispering sweet nothings into his flesh. Gabriel lowered his head, willing his face to a lusty expression. The King was besotted with him, had been since their kiss in the stables, seven years ago.
King Ansell constantly showered the boy with gifts of fur cloaks, fine horses, silk sleeping gowns, for the bedroom, and much more. Most of which Gabriel had to turn away, for fear of the Queen’s quiet wrath. The King took Gabriel to bed almost every night, drunk but loving, astoundingly attentive to the boy’s every want or need. He was uncomfortably aware of the King’s infatuation, and was tasked with the troubling challenge of accepting enough of his gifts to make him happy, and rejecting enough to appease his wife, the Queen.
The king climbed from the bed and padded to the jug of cool water in the windowsill. He carefully filled two goblets with the cold liquid and made his way back to his bedmate.