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to him in a flash. He resisted touching himself again and pulled the phone even closer.

“Leo,” he whispered into it, his eyes darting to the locked door again as the naughty words tumbled out of him in a hot rush. “Can you… um, can you just… just show me? Show me whatever you want me to do and I’ll do it, but don’t… don’t say anything out loud, okay? At least—” his face flared with heat as he got even quieter, “—n-n-nothing d-d-dirty. I don’t want anyone to h-h-hear.”

Leo’s eyes flared with heat. “Whatever you need,” he said with a look that was deliciously dirty as he repositioned himself, obviously propping his phone against something farther away from him so that most of his body was in the frame now.

“You’re so sexy,” Edvin said without meaning to, letting his eyes shamelessly roam over his prince because… gah. It was true.

Leo grinned. “Shhhhhh.”

Edvin blushed, but then Leo pulled his shirt off, revealing the world’s most lickable chest and the equally lickable, intricate tattoo of the score for the Rosavian national anthem on his arm, and Edvin forgot all about having just broken his own rule and just… just wanted.

“Follow my lead, Eddie,” Leo reminded him with a heated chuckle. “I’m showing you what I want to see.”

Oh. Right. It wasn’t just a private show it was… it was private instructions.

Edvin dropped his phone and scrambled to follow them, his t-shirt getting hung up on his glasses for an agonizingly eternal moment before he finally got it off and tossed it aside, his glasses going with it.

“Fudge,” he cursed, diving off the bed and fishing them out of the tangled material and settling them back on his face. He had to see Leo to follow along, and… and shizzle. Leo would need to be able to see more of him, too.

Edvin grabbed a box of Kleenex from his nightstand and centered it on his mattress, propping his phone up against it and cursing every second of the delay, then scooched back to lean against the wall at the head of his bed again, breathing hard and blushing furiously, both for completely unsexy reasons this time. “S-S-Sorry,” he said. “I’m not, um, not very good at this.”

“Eddie,” Leo said, grinning at him through the tiny screen, “you’re perfect.” His eyes played over Edvin’s definitely-not-as-impressive bare torso, heating as if… as if he was somehow impressed. He lowered his voice. “And I’d repeat the compliment you just gave me, if that didn’t violate the rules.”

Edvin whole body blushed. He honestly didn’t know how his prince could find him sexy, but everything Leo did proved that he believed it, and that made Edvin feel not just sexy, but safe. He trusted Leo, and feeling free to be his authentic, inexperienced, slightly awkward self in front of him was, quite honestly, the biggest turn on of all.

“What, um, w-w-what do you want me to do?” he whispered, the background sounds of his apartment fading to nothing as his whole world shrunk to include only the image of Leo on his screen… the rapid thrum of his own pulse as it heated his blood… the heavy, throbbing need between his legs, making him want to squirm and beg and grind and touch.

Leo smiled as if he somehow knew all of that, and that… well, that somehow made it feel even better.

“Tell me about this important restoration project that you’ll be busy with tomorrow,” Leo said in a slow, syrupy sex voice that—

Wait, what?

Tell him about the restoration project?

Edvin bit back a sigh of disappointment, Leo wanted to talk about—

Oh.

Oh.

Leo’s hand had been toying with his happy trail, but now he was sliding it higher. Skimming the hard ridges of his abs and letting it linger on his chest.

Edvin wanted to be touching Leo’s chest. But… but he’d asked Leo to show him what he wanted him to do, so that must mean that Leo wanted him to touch his chest.

Edvin slapped a hand against his overheated sternum, eyes riveted to Leo’s… erm, instructions.

“Eddie?” Leo prompted, raising one eyebrow. “The project?” He put two fingers in his mouth and sucked on them for a moment, making Edvin’s erection start to throb again just from watching, then rubbed those wet fingers over one of his nipples, his eyes locked on Edvin’s through the tiny screen.

Edvin whimpered, then followed suit. And oh… oh. He, erm, hadn’t really played with his nipples much in the past. Make that never. And yes,