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said, which pretty much made Edvin’s brain short-circuit and stopped him from caring about Nils, either.

Leo lifted Edvin by the ass to adjust his position the way he wanted, and Edvin made a truly embarrassing sound as Leo’s hands returned to his bare chest, their cocks aligning perfectly in this new position.

Leo… Leo was hard, too.

Hard for Edvin.

“I think we do suit,” Leo purred, fingers grazing Edvin’s nipples and making his shaft jerk in his pants. “But if you’re worried that I won’t know how to take care of you because I haven’t been with a man before, Eddie… don’t.”

Edvin whimpered. Nipples… penis… were they connected? He, um, he hadn’t realized that before. But then Leo pushed Edvin’s shirt completely off his shoulders and lowered his head to suck one of Edvin’s nipples into his mouth while thrusting his hips up to rub their cocks together, and… and… holy royal skill sets, yesssssssss. Okay. Those body parts clearly were connected. Good… good to know.

Leo released the suction on his nipple and then licked it, peering up with a wicked grin, and Edvin moaned before he could stop himself, his hands fisting in the prince’s hair as he ground himself down on the hot ridge of Leo’s cock.

Pants… pants were entirely overrated.

Why were they both still wearing theirs again?

“Because I assure you,” Leo said, pausing to place a sucking kiss on Edvin’s other nipple and dragging another embarrassingly wanton sound out of him while Edvin totally failed to follow the conversation, “that worry is unfounded.”

What? Edvin wasn’t worried, not about anything. Not when he was with Leo.

“I will always take care of you,” Leo said, the words slowly sinking through Edvin’s lust-fogged brain and settling in his heart like a warm blanket.

No one ever said things like that to him. Edvin was the one who took care of things, accepted responsibility, made all the decisions… even the ones for his siblings that he was totally unqualified for and constantly worried he would screw up. But with Leo, he didn’t have to do any of that. Leo did take care of him. And honestly, Edvin probably shouldn’t like it so much. Probably shouldn’t get used to it, in case the bubble he’d been living in for the last few weeks suddenly burst. But after years of bearing that burden for everything else in his life, it felt decadent and indulgent and really, really nice to let Leo spoil him by taking charge.

That maybe, as improbable as it still seemed if Edvin thought about it logically, Leo would fall for him, too.

Leo let up on his nipples and trailed his fingers down the soft blond line of hair below Edvin’s belly button, pulling Edvin in for a kiss as he reached the waistband of his pants and then kept going, his touch skimming over the outline of Edvin’s cock.

Edvin clutched Leo’s shoulders and moaned, then gasped when the light touch turned more intentional as Leo started stroking him through his pants.

“That’s right, darling,” Leo murmured against Edvin’s mouth. “Make that sound for me again.”

His other hand gripped Edvin’s ass, guiding him to rock into the touch, and Edvin whimpered, ninety percent sure he was about to embarrass himself and one hundred percent sure he couldn’t bring himself to care.

No one had ever made him feel as good as his prince did, and even if Edvin did end up going off prematurely like some kind of horny teenager, he knew it wouldn’t matter. He was in Leo’s hands, and as far as Edvin was concerned, Leo could do anything he wanted to him… because Edvin believed him. Leo would take care of him. He kept proving it, over and over, and it was that, not the crown Leo was destined to wear someday, that Edvin had fallen so hard for.

Leo rocked them together again with a groan, his hips thrusting up as another embarrassingly wanton sound tumbled out of Edvin’s mouth, but then Leo let him go.

What?

Noooooooooo.

“Leo,” Edvin gasped, clutching onto him as he throbbed in his pants. But Leo leaned away from him and… and… oh. Pressed a button. A privacy barrier slid into place behind the front seats, blocking Nils from view, which was a good thing.

Edvin had forgotten about Nils.

Again.

Oh Lord. He should be really, really embarrassed about how often that had happened and what Nils must have heard, shouldn’t he? But he was quite honestly way too turned on to worry about that, especially if this new level of privacy