Ekleipsis (Fantasy Romance - LGBT, manXman)

6.9.

Slim arms folded behind his head, Kismet stretched and asked, "Tell me some more about Zeigana. They say the boys there add a braid to their hair for each new lover..."

His eyes glistened in the semi-darkness, his chest heaved, and his face was alive with curiosity. Languidly, he stretched out a bare foot and touched it to Kintaro's bicep.

"It is late, I have to get going." Kintaro had been sitting next to the Prince, but now he moved to rise.

"What's the hurry?" purred the Prince, stretching again.

"I am expected at home." Kintaro did not avert his gaze, but did not show even a flicker of interest. As if it wasn't a lovely half-clad youth splayed before him, but a monstrous hag.

"Are you so devoted to your lady? I could pay you much more, you know. She could get another bodyguard."

"She has much to recommend her, besides a full purse." Kintaro sounded most suggestive and almost smacked his lips.

It worked. The boy sulked. He seemed irked by having to endure the rivalry with the beautiful redhead from the North. Kintaro grinned inwardly and rose from the pillows.

"Wait," Kismet called to him, rising on his elbows. "Do you know how to do a massage? I might have pulled a shoulder." Then he pulled off his wispy little shirt.

Without the slightest emotion, Kintaro nodded, and lightly pushed the Khaliddin down on his stomach. He stretched out on the pillows instantly, and even spread his legs a bit.

"Sit on top, will be easier for you," he whispered. As soon as the Essanti started on him, the boy invitingly arched his back and let out a long sigh of pleasure.

"Kitabayashi tazar!," swore Kintaro, feeling an erection come on. He could hardly hide it, with the boy lying like that between his knees, fidgeting against the pillows and sticking out his ass. Not that the disposition seemed to bother him. Kintaro kept on massaging the boy's back, and the boy moaned, openly and brazenly, and moved his hips up and down again...

Kintaro stared at the line of the spine, the frail shoulder blades, drew in the warm scent of the Prince's skin, and his head swam. It seemed the most natural thing in the world rip off the pants, push him into the pillows, smother any cries...The brat wouldn't dare tell anyone, would he? He'd get a hell of a whipping himself, if it became known.

Kintaro no longer massaged, he caressed and fondled, while the boy clutched at the bedcover, crumpling it, and thrashed beneath the nomad. His breath was coming in short bursts. Nobody had ever excited Kintaro this much. Nobody. Except, perhaps, the redhead and his prude of an elf.

Kintaro took a deep breath, sighed, rose and said evenly, "It is really time for me to leave, Your Highness. I will see you tomorrow." It was anyone's guess what it took to maintain the even tone.

A pitiful half-sigh, half-moan rose from amid the pillows. "Kintaro!"

"What?"

"Nothing, just go," the Prince sounded disappointed. He was hiding his face in the pillow.

As Kintaro left, an enraged whisper reached his ears, "Idiot!" and that made Kintaro grin.

During the next two days, the Prince remained cool and standoffish. Kintaro did not twitch a muscle; not even when the Prince began to flirt with one his younger tutors. Those tricks were too cheap for Kintaro. Although, the chief had gotten rather used to being in the brown eyes' line of fire. Missing the heat, Kintaro pointed himself due the nearest tavern, as soon as he came off duty.