The colored silk pinned to the walls covered their bedroom in a soft haze. Sandalwood incense weighted the air, wrapping the room in its fragrant blanket. Toriayne scratched his hair and let his wig slide to the floor. Belsamel stood behind him and held his arms against the other man’s waist, urging him to bed.
Toriayne followed, letting the heavy dress slip off his shoulders. The gold coins decorating its hems jingled as it drifted to the floor. He felt so much lighter without the padding required by his female costume. Belsamel extended his hand as his lover slid between the sheets. Torianye bowed his head to kiss the dark skin on his king’s wrist.
Tori felt Belsamel’s lips on his spine. The king drew a line of kisses up the side of his neck. One dark hand caressed his bare chest, and the other reached between his legs. Toriayne grasped his husband’s hand in his, “Not tonight.”
“Is something troubling you?” Belsamel removed his hands and began massaging his shoulders.
Toriayne sighed, “What the counsel said today has been weighing on my mind.”
Belsamel ran his fingers through Toriayne’s ashen curls. “The counsel will never tear us apart, Tori. I love you.”
“I don’t worry about the council,” Toriayne traced his fingers along the patterns in their blanket. “I worry because I know I cannot provide you with a son.”
His hands stopped. “We will worry about that when the time comes.”
“That’s the thing, Bel, the time is here.”
Belsamel put his hands on Toriayne’s chest. “It is not here until I say it is here. I am a king, and you have my word that time is not here.”
Toriayne bit his lip but ran his fingers down Belsamel’s cheek. “Words, especially those of kings, can be dangerous.”
Belsamel turned Toriayne’s face toward his, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Tori, I am the one who loves you. You were a simple tailor, and I made you into royalty. You will never find anyone who loves you as much as I do. Who would accept a man who wears women’s clothing?”
Toriayne’s lips parted, but before he could say anything, Belsamel kissed his open mouth. As he withdrew, he whispered, “I love you. I rescued you, and you belong with me.”
So far I'm just a little wary of Belsamel. Good for him just loving whoever and eff the naysayers, but this whole 'you belong with me' is a red flag so can't say I'm too hyped for them either.
Well, I mean - you picked up on an earlier spoiler. Combine that with this, and you can put two and two together.
I'm glad you were able to read between the lines, though, to my original intent. This scene has gotten the most mixed feedback out of what I've posted. Some people think it's really romantic. Some people think it's uncomfortably sexual. But haha, I don't know if I can like say it, but you got it right. rofl.
Well if other people wanna know about these two they're just gonna have to DIG through the deviations and read them all- but then again you made it super easy for them cause you put up the devlinks that expand on the specific character curse your accommodation! D8<
DIDNT READ IT AT FIRST...and i thought the guy with curly hair was a man whore lol...now i understand after reading!! awesome art as always good plot, LOVE IT!!!
I'm glad you were able to read between the lines, though, to my original intent. This scene has gotten the most mixed feedback out of what I've posted. Some people think it's really romantic. Some people think it's uncomfortably sexual. But haha, I don't know if I can like say it, but you got it right. rofl.
There's a different character who's a male whore. *SHOT* You haven't met him yet.
...and hey, perfect time too since it's NaNoWriMo starting today
But in all seriousness, love the characters and artistry and detailing on all of these is just beautiful. Keep em coming!