His Liege

One In The Same

Stelian woke up warm. He had expected to, having had relations with his king, but he hadn't expected waking up to his king spooning him from behind, placing gentle kisses on his neck as he came to.
"Good morning." His husky voice sounded in his ear. Stelian shivered, his breath escaping him in a gasp.
"Another round, love?" He continued, running his strong hands across Stelian's chest.
"If you take me again, I fear I won't be able to walk." Stelian whispered, his voice hoarse with sleep.
"You should not fear the inevitable." Lucian answered seductively. Stelian's face flushed red.
"Sire, if I may ask..." Stelian spoke softly. Lucian propped himself up on his elbow and rolled Stelian onto his back before nodding.
"You were the wolf I was meant to fall prey to?" He asked. A satisfied smile took Lucian's face before he answered.
"Since the moment my eyes first beheld you, yes."

"With the eyes of the wolf, or the eyes of the man?" Stelian questioned, the slight tremor in his voice not going unnoticed by the king.
"They are one in the same." Lucian replied, cupping the boy's jaw, the pad of his thumb running over Stelian's soft cheek.
"You fear the wolf, but not the man. Why?"

Stelian paled under Lucian's scrutiny, his blue eyes wide with terror. Lucian reacted quickly, pulling the boy closer to him until their heartbeats lay beating against each other. He pulled the furs over himself and Stelian, trapping the warmth between them. With a shaking breath, Stelian tucked his body closer to Lucian before sighing and speaking.
"I apprenticed under the village elder, learning to be a healer. We would see any and everything, whether it be a simple illness or a-" Stelian hesitated. "a wolf attack. Some would come in to disinfect a scratch and some would be dragged in, screaming and crying, their blood staining the snow. I've learned to fear and respect the beasts, but am terrified of what they are capable of."

"Do you believe I am capable of doing what those before me have done?" Lucian asked. Stelian nodded, his lashes hooding his eyes. Lucian lifted the boy's chin until their eyes met.

"Are you?" Stelian asked softly, placing his hands on Lucian's chest.

"Yes, but I will never hurt you. You are mine." Lucian replied, leaning down to kiss him. He slowly coaxed Stelian's mouth open, his tongue tracing the seam of the boy's lips. His arms slipped around the other's waist, their hips grinding together. Stelian moaned, eliciting a growl from Lucian's chest. He rolled onto his back, pulling Stelian on top of him. Their lips danced as Lucian ground Stelian's hips against his. Stelian's hands cradled Lucian's face, pulling away barely, their noses touching.

"Lucian..." He whispered.

"Yes, love?"

"What happens now?" Stelian asked.

"Well, first," Lucian began, positioning Stelian over his member, lining the blunt edge of his shaft with Stelian's entrance. "I make love to you again."

Lucian thrust upward, causing Stelian to whimper in pleasure. "Ever ridden a horse?" Lucian asked with a smirk.

"Lucian, this is not the time-" Stelian gasped out before Lucian's kiss cut him off.

"Ride me, love." He whispered, coming away. Stelian's face heated even more as he rocked his hips against Lucian, his small hands resting on Lucian's chest. A small sound escaped him, his blue eyes falling closed as he lost himself to sensation.

The pace set was slow, driven only by love and understanding, although they hadn't know each other long. Gradually, the pair came closer and closer to finishing until, finally, they reached their release together.

Stelian collapsed on Lucian's chest, while the king kissed the boy's forehead lovingly, an enthralled smile gracing his lips.

They lay together for a while longer, exchanging tender kisses. Lucian removed himself from the tangled mesh of their limbs, going to the chest on the floor. He opened the chest, pulling out a pair of leather pants, and slid them on his legs.

Stelian sat up to watching him, blushing as he noted the powerful muscles of Lucian's back and legs. Swoon. Lucian noticed Stelian's eyes trained on him, but didn't comment. He secretly liked the attention. His attention went back to the matter at hand - finding clothes to fit his tiny mate.

Eventually finding the garments he searched for, he turned around and tossed Stelian a pair of dark pants and a large shirt. Lucian's hands dove back into the chest, pulling out a thick embroidered vest, a deep brown color, as well as brown riding boots.

Stelian caught the clothes with a blush.
"You realize I have clothes, yes?" He asked Lucian, his hands running over the soft fabric of the clothes.

"You have worn leggings and a shirt that is much too big to warm you properly." Lucian corrected him. Stelian's eyes dropped to his lap, a feeling of inadequacy flooding his thoughts. Lucian noticed this, and walked back to his love's side, grasping the boy's chin and tilting it forward.

"Wolves are driven to care for their mates. I simply have the means to provide you with more than most. So provide I will. It is simply my nature. Do not think lowly of yourself. I take great pride in what is mine." Lucian said with a gentle, yet firm voice. He pressed his lips to Stelian's softly, touching him only briefly, before pulling away.

"Now, come. There is much to be done."