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“Yes. I want to move you in as quick as possible.” Mary's bethrothed is suppose to move into the vacant room by Eli—but he wanted Adam there first.

"Oh, we're leaving now?" He wasn't ready. Damn.



“Well. . yes, but—consider me your boss.” Eli beamed, gesturing about the room. “Take your valuables.”

Obviously. "You will." He smiled.



He was afraid as to what that would bring—. But oh, was it amazing. The prince orgasmed and saw every color possible, practically clawing at the concrete behind him, unable to fathom the level of pleasure he had just released.


“They probably won't even notice you replaced someone.” Eli may be gentle but he had some authority in him. . Somewhere. .

Adam sighed. "Fine, fine. If your family allows it."



The blonde's brows furrowed, feeling his cheeks burn a deep puce shade—feeling sweat trace his hairline. Diamonds. He was also seeing stars at every corner.


Eli's sounds emitted like sobs, but they were merely euphoric gasps of pleasure. No one had ever touched Eli like so. The prince was not bethrothed yet, and never had the interest—but this was what people talked about.


”Already? How unique.” Eli slipped in, his fingers frozen. The warmth that radiated from the fireplace had the prince thawing out—now unable to see his breath in the atmosphere.


“Nonsense. We will give room and board for your time left. . And meals!” The Tudors had plenty of room to spare. The blonde was awfully stern now.

"I'll only be here for a month," He shook his head. "No need." Adam.



Eli whimpered, now being quite vocal as his tensed muscles were toyed with. Virgin muscles may he add. They contacted, and Eli mewled hysterically.


“Oh—." Eli hummed. He was about to do something that his parents may not like. “Why don't you work for my family and stay with us?”

"I need to get a new place to sleep," Not fresh air. New quarters. Sighs.



“Do you need fresh air?” Eli was eager to stand, just so Adam could move past him and get out as needed.

Adam sighed. It had been too long. "I need to get out of here."



Lays in his bed. He's not getting up today.


“I suppose,” Eli giggled and tried to ignore the sounds of. . euphoria. It's awkward but he didn't give into it.

"Still impressive." He nodded, groaning when he heard more obscene noises coming from the wall closest to them.



“I just like being observing.” He grinned, leaping from the ledge of Adam's bed. “Details are important.”

"You're very smart, Sire." He's stil respective, of course.



“It is a secret tavern then?” How peculiar. Azure fixations had sewn themselves onto the streets of his beloved region—admiring the work and skill that everyday citizens put in. They never got enough recognition.


Eli felt weak; practically falling apart. His hands sprawled over Atticus's shoulder blades, unable to find the heart to pull at his lovely hair. . Until the mood struck and he nearly climaxed.


“I an in agreement. Where is this tavern?” Eli was not supposed to visit such quarters, but he knew it was the place to be when relaxing. . Or at least, a lot of the poor people seemed relaxed there. He's never got to experience his lower class citizens.


“Well I don't expect you do. I tend to be a bit too bored during church services that I entertain my mind otherwise.” His smile was soft, gesturing to Adam's sword sheathe. “Like how the sleeve is made of leather; it's durable and won't split against the blade.”

"Oh," Shrugs. "I hadn't realized."



“Because you were not familiar to me. . Normally the Wallsingers sit where you do, but I did not recognize you.” Eli had a good memory for places and people.

"Why were you staring at me in church?" He drew attention to himself briefly? But other than that he kept his head down.



“Uhm. . I don't think so.” He itched at his jaw, and continued to ponder on that question. “I supposed you can ask me questions, too.”

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Adam smiled; and moved away from his chair only to slide on the furs that covered his bed. "Any other questions?"



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