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now I need my cock inside you.”

“Oh Lord. Y-Y-Yes, Leo. Yes, please. P-P-Please do… do that,” Eddie started babbling immediately, going from dreamy and blushing to desperate and needy again in the blink of an eye. “I… I need you.”

The words, as much as Eddie’s sweet, tight little body writhing underneath him, stretched Leo’s control to the limit. It would be so easy to give in and just spend the whole night like this. Playing with Eddie just like he’d asked Leo to earlier… toying with his oh-so-responsive body until he was panting and begging, and then soothing him into a warm puddle of languid want… learning every single way to drive him crazy, and then inventing new ones.

But that would have to wait for another night, because what he’d said was true—he needed to be inside Eddie now.

Not wanted to. Needed to.

“Please,” Eddie gasped again, turning his head to the side and moaning so prettily into Leo’s mouth when Leo captured his lips that Leo’s balls spasmed, almost unloading right then and there without his permission.

He groaned, then rolled off him before that could happen, fumbling in his nightstand drawer and pulling out the bottle of lube one of his brothers had planted there as a joke months before. He’d sworn never to use it, because—

“Is that… blueberry?” Eddie asked when Leo popped it open, the distinctive and slightly overpowering smell wafting between them.

Leo’s lips twitched, the way Eddie’s voice had gone from panting and desperate to confused and adorable doing warm, wonderful things inside his chest.

“Yes,” he admitted as Eddie twisted underneath him to see it, looking like a debauched temptation.

Leo lifted his weight just enough to allow Eddie to roll onto his back then immediately lowered himself on top of him again, because Eddie was irresistible and Leo needed to feel all of him.

Again, not a “want.” It was another need.

Their cocks lined up perfectly in the new position, and Leo groaned, almost losing his resolve. He did have Eddie all night long, after all. They could frot themselves to orgasm and still recover with enough time for Leo to spend most of the night buried inside him…

But then Eddie rolled his hips and… and giggled, eyeing the bottle of lube and whispering another incredulous-sounding “blueberry,” and Leo found himself laughing instead of desperately chasing the release his cock was craving. Eddie was completely adorable and unbearably sexy, both at the same time.

There was plenty of time for everything.

“Blueberries are our national food,” Leo pointed out, loving… well, this. All of it. The laughter. The sex. The way Eddie responded to him. The way he looked in Leo’s bed. The way it made Leo’s heart feel whenever Eddie was happy like this, and the sweet, uninhibited joy he took in simple things. And then, of course, there was the ever so slightly naughty side that he was starting to discover his little librarian had, too.

Leo very, very much loved that, as well.

“It may be our national f-f-food,” Eddie said, his pretty eyes sparkling. “But there’s no need to flavor… flavor lube with it. Lube isn’t a condiment, Leo.”

Leo’s grin turned wicked. “Well, I was just eating your—”

“Oh my God,” Eddie interrupted before Leo could say it, his blush blazing so hot that Leo could feel it. Then he giggled again, and Leo’s heart swelled in his chest, so fast he couldn’t breathe for a moment, filling him so completely that there wasn’t room for anything but… but Eddie.

And maybe there was a word for it, just not one Leo had thought he was capable of. Maybe Leo was in love. He… loved Eddie.

He froze, the world shifting on its axis.

“S-S-So you’re saying that, um, it’s your duty as…as the crown prince to… to put blueberries in my butt?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he kept giggling about it, as if he didn’t realize that everything was different now.

Leo smiled, a warmth filling every part of him. He wasn’t good at love—he knew that for sure—but there was no going back. He was in love with Edvin Blom, and he was going to marry him, and keep him, and dedicate the rest of his life to getting good at love. No other option would do.

Eddie squirmed against him in the most delicious possible way, and Leo blinked, then laughed. “Yes,” he teased, snapping back to the moment.

Best to work on the “getting good at it” bit before springing his epiphany on Eddie. For now… blueberries. Orgasms. Priorities.

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