Happy Ever After

Bright

I want to memorize him. Every small mole. Every pore. Every flutter of his lashes. I breathe as quietly as I can as to prolong the privilege of watching Metawin sleep. All my life I have been told I have it all and I always felt ungrateful for feeling otherwise - what more can a human being want?

This.

A human being wanted this. Needed this.
A home for one's heart.
Someone worth risking everything for.

I stare at him some more, weighing if I could get away with running a finger through his shiny hair. Or if I could press my lips on his cheek.

Or perhaps I should just wait for him to wake.

We turned in so late after all, spending the rest of last night, escaping from the ball - just walking and talking. I never knew I had that much to say. I always thought of myself as a man of few words but Metawin unlocked stories in me, even had me telling jokes I didn't know I knew.

I lean closer to him, deciding one kiss would not hurt. But that impulse is interrupted by voices outside.

"Come back later."
"He'll be happy to see me."
"Then he'll also be happy to see you later."
"Woman, chill. What's it to you anyway?"
"Woman?!"

It happened so fast, before I could even decide to take a look at what's going on, two people stumbled into the bedroom.

In front of me was Hirun and Tia.
And Hirun was holding a paper bag and a giant teddy bear. What was going on?
"What exactly is going on?." I demand. Ignoring that my usual stern tone was probably greatly undermined by my lack of a t-shirt.

Tia sighs and looks at me apologetically. "He kept insisting to come in."

Beside me, Metawin stirs. He sits up and I could see confusion clouding his half-open eyes.

If Hirun was shocked by my presence on a bed with Meta, he hid it well. Instead he motions to the paper bag in his hand. "I am here to bring Win some soup."

"Soup?"

"He had at least three sazeracs. This will ease the hangover."

"Soup?"

Hirun has the audacity to sit beside Metawin on the bed. "Seaweed soup, my personal specialty."

I start nudging him off the bed with my foot. "This is the Royal Palace. You think we cannot provide Metawin with soup?"

Hirun glares at me. He stands up and grabs the giant teddy bear. "Well, I also brought him something to hug!"

"Oh," Metawin says, sitting up straighter. "It is kind of cute."

I am not about to be defeated by a stuffed toy. Not on my watch.

I wrap my arms around Metawin and pull him back to bed.

Tia's eyes grow 5 sizes bigger.

Metawin tries to struggle against my embrace but I further my hold by looping my legs across his waist.

"Bright, what are you doing?," he hisses, as I bury my face at the back of his neck.

"Showing Hirun that you already have something cute to hug."

Metawin bursts out laughing.
Tia was making gagging noises.

"You can't be serious," Hirun says half confused, half irritated.

"The both of you are welcome to stand there and witness how serious I am. But if you will excuse me, I am cuddling Metawin."

"Stop that! This is embarrassing," Metawin hisses again, as he tries to escape my grasp.

"You don't like my hugs?", I whine into his ear. And I feel him blush.

"Saraleo...," Metawin says. But his voice is soft, I don't think he means it.

Tia grabs Hirun and starts dragging him to the door. "Hirun, we need to get out of here. I cannot watch my brother dry hump his boyfriend so early in the morning."

"Boyfriend?!," Hirun exclaims.
But he lets himself be pushed out the room.

I hear the satisfying click of the door and I settle in to hugging Metawin.

He turns to me. "I already have something to hug, huh?"

I shrug innocently, maintaining my grip on his muscular waist.

"So does this hug come with anything else or is it strictly just hugs...," Metawin teases, now fully facing me. His eyes seem to be tracing the curves of my lips.

"Well, if you keep looking at me like that...I may have to kiss you senseless."

He puts his face closer to mine. "You mean, look at you like this?"

Such a smart mouth Metawin had. Such a smart sweet mouth.

I roll on top of him and punish his lips for their insolence to The Crown.

I nibble on them, taking my time. A kiss as languid as the sunlight beginning to spill into the room. At least that was the plan until this insufferable viscount moans into my mouth : "Is that all you've got?"

I spear his lips open with my tongue but he was ready for my attack. Metawin sucks on my tongue, his teeth grazing like talons preparing for the kill. I gasp and a sound escapes me that wasn't quite a moan, perhaps it was my control dying in the soft, hot mouth of Metawin.

I welcome its death once Metawin pushes me upwards into a kneeling position on the bed. His knees are on either side of my waist and I could feel all of him rubbing against me. I whisper his name and he grins before licking the whole length of my neck and kissing my jaw.
I unbutton his pajama top, cursing under my breath at how infuriating buttons were, at how difficult they were to handle when the most beautiful man to walk the earth was grinding his hips against yours. This was impossibly hard. Everything was hard.

Metawin blows softly into my ear and I snap, ripping his pajama top apart. "I'll buy you a new one," I growl.
He whispers before bending down to flick his tongue on my chest. "Or you could do the same to my boxers."

This prince knows when to take orders. I push Metawin back down. My lips crash into his, filling my senses with the heady, addicting taste of his saliva. He tastes so fucking divine, I forget for a moment what I needed to do.

"Bright," he gasps against my lips. "My Prince."

That's all it takes to remind me. I tear his boxers like a ravenous wolf.

It's time to feast.