Chapter Fifteen

Remus liked his burgundy coat with gold embroidery on it. Carlos, the werewolf who dressed like a lord, was excellent at sewing. He'd taken some of his clothes and made adjustments. He hadn't finished before they left, so when they camped at night, he worked by the light of a crystal lantern. He'd been right when he said it went well with his yellow eyes. Remus had tried them on the night before.

Carlos had finished Sébastien's clothes that morning and said if any adjustments were needed, he could do them quite swiftly. Since they'd reached the abandoned village and taken the old lord's stone home, the Prince had gone into the bedroom to try on his new outfit.

The difference was astounding. Remus had gotten used to seeing the Prince in black or at least dark colors with his purple cloak being the most colorful thing he ever put on.

"Well?" Sébastien didn't look happy as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom of the stone home.

Remus realized he was staring like an idiot. Even with only a couple of crystal lanterns giving them light in the attached sitting room, the turquoise coat was bright. It had no buttons and was meant to be left open to show the vest underneath which was done with silver embroidery.

"That's…you look…Elira, I want to take it off of you and do dirty things."

Sébastien raised an eyebrow. "Now you see partly why I've worn black for years."

"Even with black, you give me all kinds of thoughts. Is it comfortable? Nothing's going to pinch or distract you tomorrow?"

"It fits fine. He certainly has the eyes and skill with a needle to get the measurements just right on the first try." Sébastien started undoing the vest buttons to reveal more of the linen underneath. "We should hire him later."

"Eh, he might not want to leave South Sea even to work for Kings." Remus wanted to go over, lower Sébastien's black trousers, pull down his drawers and suck his cock. That was just to start with.

"I'm assuming you'd like us to act on whatever dirty thoughts you have." Sébastien shrugged off the coat and started to fold it. "Seeing me in color seems to have stoked your fire."

Remus gave a faint shrug. "If you're tired or don't feel like doing anything…" He wasn't sure about initiating an act unless Sébastien seemed to be sending blatant signals. A few words weren't blatant in his mind.

It had been easy in the water that day with the Prince touching and allowing it. They'd both been naked, and Sébastien had even grabbed him. Things had grown from there.

It was harder when he was dressed, and the wording of his question might have been him trying to avoid it without saying so outright. His past defense mechanisms wouldn't completely go away that fast. He still hadn't spoken, and his vest joined his coat on the large table they'd cleared off. Their packs sat on the floor, and their swords lay on top of the table by the wall. Sébastien started unbuttoning his shirt.

"You could find someone easier. I imagine there are multiple people in the realm who like being spanked…"

"Don't try to push me away by downing yourself," said Remus. "I thought we were past that at least."

"It's a fact. You'd find someone else to share your life with. You'd be happy with them."

"It's also a fact that I'm here now, and I don't care about finding someone easier."

Sébastien's eyes found his. "The facts don't change. If I died right this second, you'd grieve. You'd eventually get through it and find someone else."

"I don't care to think about finding another. You're standing right there."

Remus folded his arms and shifted in his chair. The lord's house was drab. The body being revealed before him was anything but that. The shirt had joined the coat and vest, neatly folded to be worn in the morning. The Prince stepped out of his trousers and removed the belt before he folded them to hold the pressed line at the front.

The slow undressing was making it hard to think about anything else, and Remus was as hard as a rock. He had all of his clothes on, and his trousers were feeling too tight in a particular area. Sébastien eyed him as he hooked his thumbs in the waist of his drawers and paused. He'd already loosened the button holding the waist closed, and the fabric had drooped, still hiding his partial erection.

"If you don't want me, say so," said Remus. "Otherwise, stop trying to make me run off. If you want me, you can have me. I'm not here to fuck and run."

Sébastien didn't bother to fold the drawers as he flung them on the layers he'd removed one at a time. They'd both be wearing layers in more than one way tomorrow when they entered Norraco.

With nothing on, Sébastien approached, leaned over, and planted his hands on Remus's shoulder. Remus ached to grab his waist and quiet their minds with a kiss. "I can still state facts if I want. I don't think you're playing this long of a game to get up my ass because not even once in the past weeks have you tried to touch me beyond what I've allowed. You hold me at night because I want that and nothing more."

"Well…what else would I do?"

"You don't only think of yourself. That makes me very tempted to let you fuck me."

Remus made himself sit still because no matter how he wanted to pull Sébastien forward to sit on his cock and ride it, he was sure that wasn't happening. They had no oil for one, and it wouldn't be fun for either of them without it. Plus, he only said he was tempted, not that they were doing it.

Still…the image that conjured…

Sébastien planted a knee in the wide chair so he could straddle Remus's lap, still half-hard. "Touch me."

Remus immediately put his arms around the Prince.

"I think you'd be gentle with me, but I can't quite make myself say yes at the moment."

"You don't have to." Remus took a handful of his hair. "We won't do anything that you're not ready for, and if we do go farther with anything, it'll be worth the wait. You can't just be tempted. That's not the same as fully wanting it."

"You're too good for me."

Deep down, he must have been afraid Remus would get tired of him or change his mind. Or that if he didn't, Sébastien simply wouldn't be good enough for him.

Sébastien closed his eyes. "If you're going to grab my hair, do it just a little tighter."

Remus tightened his grip. He had a large handful, so the pressure would be spread out. It could still carry an edge of pain, and Sébastien must have liked that since he let out a little sigh when his head was pulled back, exposing his throat. It was simple, but dominating enough, and Sébastien squirmed in his lap with his hard cock pressing against Remus.

"What's your safe word?"

"Red."

"Do you like this?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Sébastien's pale lashes fluttered as he looked at the circle of light thrown across the ceiling from one of the lanterns. He likely hadn't expected to be asked why.

"Because it makes me wonder what you'd do to me if nothing held me back. If I gave you complete control…anything you wanted." His throat moved as he swallowed.

Remus could think of a couple of things, and his thoughts stuttered as Sébastien dropped his hands to fumble at his belt and undo it. The button on his trousers came loose next, and Remus grabbed both of his wrists to pin them together with one hand before bringing the Prince's head closer to his own.

"If I could truly do anything I wanted right now, I'd have you against a wall with your legs over my shoulders while I fuck your brains out."

Sébastien's eyes widened, and his lips parted. "What else?"

"Me turning your legs into jellied fruit isn't enough?"

The Prince moved his wrists a little. If he wanted to break free, it wouldn't be hard. He seemed more like he was testing the feel of it, and his mouth twitched in a smile. "What else besides positions that might lead to a pulled muscle?"

"Whatever you want. We'll have time later."

"I want you to spank me now like you intended to do in the cabin at first. When you had me bend over."

Remus released his hair and wrists to pick him up. When he stood with his hands supporting Sébastien's rear, the Prince flashed him a small smile.

Remus wanted to see that again later in the future. A real one that lasted for longer too. He would, and for now, he'd give the Prince what he wanted.

"You're going to have to unwrap your legs and arms," Remus said as he stood by the table. Not that he minded the feel of the Prince clinging to him.

The smile returned as he lowered his legs and slipped his hands under Remus's shift to feel his abs. "I want you to use your belt. Not too hard, but enough to make it sting real good."

"Ohh, you want that kind?"

"And lose the clothes. If I'm naked, you should be too."

"For someone who wants to get their butt whipped, you're being kind of bossy." Remus turned the Prince toward the table and caught his smirk. "Hands flat."

Sébastien hurried to comply. Remus undressed, and once he'd dumped his clothes, he eyed Sébastien's erection before turning him and dropping to his knees. Why not a little something else first? As soon as he sealed his lips around the crown, the Prince let out a faint noise and grabbed his head like he needed something to hold onto. With the Prince's hips firmly held in place, Remus slowly took it all in.

Sébastien sucked in a breath once the head breached Remus's throat. "Fuck…"

Remus lapped at the underside as he set a steady pace. He wasn't going to go too hard, but the more someone was aroused, the more they could take with a spanking or a belt whipping. He withdrew and popped the head before he stood. Sébastien had a faint look as if to ask "That's it?"

He'd get more afterward. Remus took him by the hair and put him in the same position as before. Sébastien placed his hands flat on the table with his fingers.

"If it's too much and you only want me to lighten up, don't be afraid to say so." Remus rubbed his shoulders, soothed by the lack of tension. "Got it?"

"Yes."

Remus ran his hand down and gave him a quick, sharp smack on one cheek before rubbing his back again. The edges of the feather tattoos fluttered as usual, and he traced the lowest ones. The bottoms ran a few inches down each cheek.

"Elira, you're beautiful."

The Prince had arched his back which made his ass look better. Remus groped each cheek and felt along the Prince's chest and abs. When he let his fingers brush the Prince's cock, Sébastien shifted a bit like he wanted to be grasped so he could fuck the grip.

Sébastien didn't react to the first couple of smacks which were quite light. At the third, he glanced over and up through his lashes. "I thought I was getting the belt."

"You need a warm-up first," said Remus. The Prince was too inexperienced to start out with that right off. A tolerance was needed. "You don't know what that feels like, do you?"

"No."

"That's why you need a warm-up." Remus alternated cheeks, enjoying the way the firm flesh yielded under his hand and how the Prince remained still.

Sébastien's breathing picked up as Remus continued, and the only other sounds were the smacks on his ass. Each cheek had a little jiggle as Remus pinkened them a little more. Using his free hand to softly caress the Prince's balls, he gave the right cheek a particularly hard smack, and Sébastien let out a little moan.

"It's getting warm." Remus upped the force and paused to rub his ass and soothe the sting. He let Sébastien have a single stroke on his cock, another smack, and he swiped his finger through the pre-cum beading at the tip.

"Open." Sébastien let him slip the finger into his mouth, and his tongue lapped the tip. "Stay there."

Remus grabbed his trousers from the floor and pulled his belt through the loops. With it folded in half, he let it brush Sébastien's pink ass for several seconds, giving him a chance to back out if he wanted.

"Are you still okay?"

"Yes."

The crack of leather against flesh was louder than his hand. Sébastien jerked slightly although his body remained relaxed.

"Was that too much?" Remus had only gone for a little harder.

"No. Do it again."

Remus aimed a little lower and watched the cheeks move under the force of the strike. The backs of the thighs could be a target, but it was too much for some so he wouldn't go there. Sébastien made a little noise, and it turned into a moan on the third.

"Keep going. Please."

Remus rubbed the pink stripes before giving him another lash, pausing, and allowing him another stroke on his cock. The Prince squirmed as Remus simply held his cock in a loose grip.

"Stay still."

That lash came a little harder, and Sébastien's hips went forward a little. "Fuck, yes..."

Remus massaged his ass and ran his hand along Sébastien's chest. The sixth strike wasn't as hard, and he lightened up on the seventh too since the heat and stinging would be building. The eighth made a much harder, satisfying crack, and the Prince jerked his hips.

"I think that's enough for your first time," said Remus. He wouldn't be bruised, and since they had to ride tomorrow, he wasn't risking it either. He tossed his belt down and massaged each cheek. "You took that quite well. Would you do it again in the future?"

"Yes." Sébastien turned to him and wrapped his arms around Remus's neck to kiss him.

"Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Not yet." Sébastien took his dick and pulled gently to turn him around. "Come here first."

"You are bossy. Now you're leading me by my dick?"

"You seem quite willing to be led." Sébastien cracked another smile although it was a little stiffer. Once he had Remus where he wanted, he sat in the chair, leaned forward, and slipped the head into his mouth.

Fuck. He hadn't expected Sébastien would want to suck him off or to feel his tongue glide right along the slit to collect the pre-cum before taking more in. In fact, he thought the Prince would hate the act altogether.

"You don't have to if you don't like it," he forced out as the Prince took him halfway down.

Sébastien drew back. "I want to suck your cock because I know you won't do what I hate."

If he really wanted to, Remus couldn't complain as the tight warmth returned. The Prince fisted his cock near the base and seemed hesitant with his mouth like he was testing how much he could get in before it was far enough to cut off his air. With the warm tightness, Remus wanted to thrust, or hold his head still and fuck his mouth with long strokes.

He'd have to let the Prince control this. If he trusted Remus enough to suck his dick, he wasn't going to risk ruining that. Sébastien finally released the base and slipped his hands around to grab Remus's rear as he got into a rhythm without deep-throating.

"Fuck…" He took a loose handful of his hair simply to hold while the Prince guided the pace.

Sébastien didn't stop, but he grabbed Remus's wrist so tightly, he must have been scared.

Remus took his hand away. "Are you sure you're alright?

Sébastien withdrew enough to talk. "Don't grab my hair during this, okay? That's it. No need to worry as long as you don't do that."

It likely made him afraid his head would be forced down even though Remus had no plans to do that. Sébastien gripped the shaft again before taking part in his mouth, and he made a small pleased noise. Remus gently touched his shoulders to see how that was. Sébastien didn't seem to mind.

Sébastien looked up with real lust in his eyes. How many times had Remus thought of him looking up with his beautiful silver eyes and his lips wrapped around Remus's cock? His tongue kept working on the underside, and Remus's breathing picked up as the pleasure mounted.

Sébastien let out another sound more like a faint sigh as he worked his tongue around the head and held his hips. Inch by inch, he took it all into his relaxed throat, and Remus had to use all of his self-control to stand still. He swore with his head buried in the Prince's throat and his eyes still locked on him.

"Stroke yourself," said Remus.

The Prince didn't stay down long before he came back up to focus more on the head. Remus watched him grip his shaft. Pre-cum had beaded on the tip, and a little had run down the sides. He smeared it around and jerked himself.

"I'm not going to last long," Remus warned. The sensation and watching the Prince pleasure himself…

"Cum in my mouth," Sébastien mumbled around the head.

The pressure was growing to be too much, and those four simple words made Remus clench his fists. Sébastien grabbed his ass with his free hand and took it all down in one smooth motion.

"Sébastien-I'm going to cum."

The Prince pulled back, kept the pace steady, worked his tongue a little faster, and looked up through his lashes.

"Fuck-I'm cumming."

Remus tensed his legs and squeezed the Prince's shoulders as the orgasm ripped through him and he came in Sébastien's mouth. Something close to pride flashed through Sébastien's eyes like he was proud he'd made Remus cum with his mouth. He swallowed the cum as it came and suddenly took it down to the root to lap at the base.

"Fuck." Remus nearly gave himself a cramp, and his hips jerked as he closed his eyes, damn near overwhelmed for a second. The rest shot down Sébastien's throat. Remus moaned as it ebbed, and he was finally able to loosen his muscles. The Prince withdrew and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I could do that again," said Sébastien.

Remus cupped one side of his face and rubbed his thumb across his lower lip. "I think you damn near sucked my life out."

Sébastien had stopped jerking himself, and he leaned forward to lap off a last bit of cum at the tip of Remus's cock. Part of him looked a little relieved that it was over.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." Sébastien leaned back in the chair with his expression easing. "You let me control it."

Remus wanted to return the same pleasure to him. He dropped to his knees, grabbed the Prince's hips, and pulled him forward just a little. "Put your legs over my shoulder."

He had Sébastien's cock in his mouth before he could even do as told. The Prince let out a moan and squeezed his eyes shut as Remus started a fast pace. He needed to return that feeling even if it was only a little bit. He wasn't sure if Sébastien would be willing to go all the way or if he'd rather finish like last time. Either way, Remus could make him feel damn good for at least a few minutes.

He closed his eyes too, simply enjoying the taste and feel of another man in his mouth. The Prince's legs over his shoulder were warm, and he kept flexing his hips like he wanted to thrust into Remus's mouth.

Sébastien mumbled and suddenly grabbed Remus's face to pause him. "Wait-I'm already close-"

He felt like a bow strung too tightly as he seemed to be warring in his head. If he couldn't bring himself to cum in Remus's mouth, hands were always an option.

"Do you want me to stop?" Remus mumbled around the head.

"No." Sébastien loosened his fingers. "Don't stop. I needed a second." His face scrunched as he twitched his hips, seeking the warmth again. "Please. Again."

Remus took it to the root again, worked his tongue on the base, and pulled back only to repeat it. Sébastien's fingers tightened in his hair again, and he scrambled for his arm to hold.

"Faster. Please. I'm about to cum. I don't want you to stop."

Remus complied and squeezed his hips. There was bad tension and the kind that comes from nearing the edge. Sébastien suddenly cried out as he spilled. Remus eagerly took it all in his mouth and watched the Prince swear through gritted teeth. He kept lapping at the underside and swallowing the salty cum as it came.

The few seconds of feeling the Prince shudder and squirm were pure bliss. As much as he liked finishing, there was nothing quite like watching the other have that short time of ecstasy.

Sébastien's body eased as the orgasm ebbed, and Remus dragged his tongue along the underside.

"Fuck-" Sébastien twitched as Remus came off the head with a pop. "It's sensitive…"

Remus rested his head on Sébastien's thigh and watched his pale lashes flutter. "Feel better?"

Sébastien let out a small chuckle and gazed at him. "Yes. I'm also tired now."

Remus stood to lean over and kiss him. "Then let's go to bed." He scooped up the Prince who slung an arm around his neck and practically melted against him.