smiling he slid down until he was nearly resting on the other. "who says i want others to see my garden? only i may play in it, what good comes from useless jealousy?"

It was clear no answer was desired in return for their bickering, his mind was made and would not be changed by words alone. Not to say the boy wished for him to change his mind. He turned the hand in his own upside-down, exposing a perfectly unworked palm to him, and pressing barely pink lips to the smooth surface he spoke his answer quietly enough that only he could hear the words, and only the Prince could feel his voice and breath

all he received for his words was a hum and the barest breath of a kiss on his palm though he could not say he was not pleased. letting the boy touch as he pleased he moved his free hand down to touch and his mouth to the soft neck to kiss

The feelings of the night prior came back to him when the hand found him, and he couldn't help leaning into both of the touches he received and offer more of is own. One last kiss was pressed firmly to the back of the hand before fingers intertwined themselves and they fell down to the leaves without more than a soft stroking of thumb. The lips pressing at his neck began to graze away and with a quick tilt of his head to rest against the thinly clothes shoulder, he found himself pressing a firm cheek against it while silently endorsing the touches

he could feel the lad's sin working against his hand and a thrill rippled through him like a warm wind on a cold day. bulling both hands away he reached down to lift the skirt and slid up against it

His voice was tempted to give a sound of complaint as hands pulled away, but the swish of velvety fabric, and the feel of it passing over his legs left him fine with the loss of hands. His appeasement grew as his Prince slid closer, leaving him happy and the both of their sins flush. Pushing himself up with the use of elbows he attempted a single rock

he stopped in his surprise but it quickly resolved itself to a short laugh and quickly he pressed the boy down to a buckle. "why wife, are you lying about your status as untouched? i have never before met a virgin who made demands." with a grin he slowly pushed and pressed against the bared loins. "or maybe you are not...you don't seem to know the correct way to do it"

His eyes fluttered down to the hand that halted him and he stilled in his motions before looking back to the grinned face, whose body slowly pressed closer, only pulling him closer to actually making a sound. "I'm afraid I don't know the correct way, my Prince. Might you be the one to show me?"

offering a hum he moved his hands to either side of the lad and rocked against him. as the eyes closed he pushed his face back into the soft neck

The friction felt good, but not as good as it had the night before when smooth hands found him. Lips opened to offer a suggestion when he remembered that demanding was not something he should be doing. Instead the boy gave a soft sound as the lips sound a soft spot in his neck, and he allowed for himself to ease back down to the leaves

feeling the lad relax he eagerly thrust against the soft and willing body underneath his own and kissing deftly whispered words of instruction

The words were hardly understandable, lips trying to both kiss and speak at the same time left him wondering what he was expected to do, and did what he could to feed the man's desire. He figured he did something good when a soft faint of pleasure came from the Prince, and repeating he fell into the motions and contentment of it all

it took a while to realize the other was not responding correctly and leaving off his kissing he quit moving and looked up. he could see confusion but none of the desire his other companions had when he touched them. "wife?"

When the other came to a halt he pulled himself free of his thoughts to look at the other with curiosity. Lightly he cocked his head to the side. "Yes, my lord? Why is it you have stopped?"

he felt his face heat up and he frowned. "you remain cold to me. do i bore you wife?"

Lifting a hand to rest against the Prince's forearm, a frown of his own appeared. "Of course you do not bore me. If you did I assure you I would not be here, either in your sister's garden or laying beneath you on a bed of weeds."

his embarrassment turned to anger at the callus words and pushing away from the soft body he stood. "then surely offend would be a better term for it, i grow weary of trying to please you" pressing his lips tightly closed he turned and stalked away from the heathen wretch he called wife

Already his husband's easily bruising ego was getting the best of him, and with the other's insistence on running away left him peeved. Standing from the bed of weeds the marquess let his skirt fall back around pale legs with a swish and smooth motion before pursuing the Prince in his escape.

he made it no farther than the gate when a strong thin hand tugged him back. half turning he nearly backhanded the lad again but halted at the memory of the sting from the first time. "what do you want from me wife?"

He could see the hand begin to rise, and though prepared he was still relieved when it lowered itself to the Prince's side once more. The hand kept it's grip on the Prince as he spoke. "I want to know why you keep running away. When something doesn't work for you, you always end up leaving"

"it is not 'running away' if there is no more to say or do. the conversation is over and i have no more need to stay" sharply he attempted to jerk his hand free of the boy's

The jerk was nearly enough to knock him ajar but his hold was kept firm even as he was sharply pulled closer. “Just because you deem that the conversation is over does not mean others don’t want to continue discussing or cease talking.” The boy offered a jerk of his own. “If you truly believed that you had no more reason to stay then I think you may need to reevaluate the instance”

lowly he growled at the impudent youth. "you forget who you are talking to wife, when i deem a conversation over it is over"

He stared for a moment before letting the wrist fall from his grasp. He had half a mind to continue arguing, but the trouble that would be caused would be worse off. Hiking up his skirt, the boy sidestepped around the other with the barest of touch between them as he made head for the door

the argument he was expecting never came and as he watched the lad grab a corner of his dress and patter off he was torn between expectation and anger and not giving the other time to escape tugged him back and lifted him over his shoulder

He had half a mind to struggle in the grip as he was thrown over a narrow shoulder, but instead he allowed himself to be draped with out anything more than a cross frown. As they other walked he could see the path behind them going by, only letting him know that they were leaving the overrun forest of the Prince's sister and back towards the gardens he liked to consider as theirs. Giving an indignant huff he waited until he could be let down

when he set the other down in his garden the lad had seemed to calm down some and though he was still mad he no longer felt like leaving the lad to stew. "there, no more 'weeds' no more touching, nothing to offend you"

Half of him was tempted to ask the Prince to leave as well, but it was decidedly too far. After all, the man hadn't done anything to anger him since they were behind ivy covered gates and his wish for a fight was simply from a grudge. "Thank you my lord, I appreciate it." Dipping down into a curtsy he offered no smile, but a glance up to the other as he straightened again

at the end of the bow he offered his own mocking dip and an ugly leer. "now, if you do not mind wife, i do not wish to look at you any longer, i am certain you can find your own way out. turning once more he left before the lad could think to grab him again

He arrived at the Prince's chambers feeling sore. He'd rushed the gradualism of his practices and was left hurting for the rest of the evening before paining himself further in textile practice. Though wishing not to be required of his duty for the night he found himself outside the Prince's doors once again, and knocking against, waited for entry

he was expecting the knock by now and letting the boy know to come in sat up. his offense from two days ago was lost under a pleasure of a different sort and he smiled as the lad came to sit on the bed. "good evening wife, i take you to be well?"

Pleasure all but oozed from the Prince, leaving the room almost sticky with the substance as he came to lower himself onto the edge of the bed as he tossed the faux inquiry around in his mind, deciding what to make of the politeness. "Well enough for you, my lord. Might I ask what you wish of me tonight?"

reaching out he lightly touched a soft thigh. "the same thing i want every night dear wife, i want your sin"

He leaned into the gentle hand that graced his thigh, and feeling the fabric only barely beginning to slide up he placed a hand over the other's. It was lifted and brought to his lips, offering a kind kiss to the middle-most knuckle before bringing himself to carefully sit against the foot board. "My lord does not tire of seeing my sin every day?" He questioned softly as he free hand moved to lift the skirt away to reveal pale thighs and the Prince's desire

he offered a soft shake of his head. "i could never tire of such a desirable face as the one you make when you forget yourself and accept your ungodly lusts with such abandon....it is.. addicting"

"You are the only one who gets to see such a face. You never have to share, and it is only for you, so enjoy it, my Prince." Dark colored fabric bunched and draped over his hips as he let his skirt go, and reaching out he took the other hand into his own. Offering the new one a greeting kiss, he kept it hovering below his lips as he wrapped their hands together to take his sin before another peck as given

each night it became easier to find the lad and each night he found his own desire closer at hand with it. plumping flesh and soft gasps brought his own hardening until the other's end brought about him a heady need to posses and letting go of the slickened mess pulled lord ainsley into his lap

He'd been reduced to gasping for air at the foot of the bed, louder than he would have been any of the days past for both the pleasure of it and his disregard for that evening's activities, and as he was pulled forward into the hardened lap yet another gasp fell from him. Raising hands to press himself from laying flush against his Prince, he looked to the man with curious eyes. "My lord?"

his eyes remained trained on the parted pink lips. "my lord, you do not find my body pleasing but yours i cannot resist, i would take you right now if i could keep your face as it is this very instant...i think i could grow to love that face"

His eyes examined the face that stared at his own. Both the lips and the eyes were hungry for more, but he was hesitant to indulge. "It is why this face is only for you. No one else is allowed to fall in love with it, or so much as see it." Lightly caressing a hand over the clothes shoulder before trailing down to the forearm he brought his lips together. "Tomorrow you may take me, after tomorrow a week will have passed and I still hold firm in saying I will not cry, my Prince. Then you may enjoy this face as you will"