{HEY! THIS IS THE AUTHOR! READ THE FOLLOWING OR SKIP IT! I REFUSE TO PANDER TO CENSORSHIP YOU WEIRDOS!}
{{This is my first attempt at something like this, so please don't judge me too harshly- :') }}
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The two returned inside as the alcohol smacked the Grey Ghost hard. The scent of the second prince was intoxicating. They'd both confirmed their ages of twenty, the second prince, and twenty-three, the Grey Ghost, and that display of affection had left both of them flustered messes.
The logs of the fireplace crackled as the Second Prince shoved the Grey Ghost onto the couch. The younger man was enveloped in hard, hot sweat as he breathed heavily at the Ghost's scent.
By nature and by damage, the Grey Ghost was an obsessive kind of lover, one that would be meticulous by day to ensure his partner's happiness and an obsessive partner by night having anything to do with pleasure. The Second Prince ran a soft and gentle hand down the Ghost's cheek, then gently bit his neck. He ran that purple energy into the Ghost's thigh, making the older man shiver and breathe sporadically. His mind was a mess of tipsy, love-drunk, and swirling thoughts impure by nature. As the Prince made his way down the Ghost's neck to his chest, he had his hand grasp the Ghost's neck as the purple corruption energy flowed throughout the Ghost's body. He shivered and let out a soft noise under the labor of his breaths.
"F-fuck..." Seemed to roll off of his lips with ease and a hint of impatience. However, as the Prince sat back up, the Ghost flipped over and pinned him to the couch. His mind raced but was for once, empty. The Prince, beneath him, looked into the Ghost's eyes and could've sworn that the pupils of this Grey Ghost were heart-shaped, even if for only a brief moment. The Ghost unbuttoned the dress shirt the Prince had been wearing, his hands shook something violent as he'd never experienced this kind of obsessive passion before. Once unbuttoned, the Prince took off his shirt shyly, revealing a binder and an uneasy glance up to the older man.
"I-... I should've... told you..."
The Ghost put a finger to the Prince's lips. "There wasn't ever any need. You captivate me in ways I can't describe... You..."
The Prince silenced the Ghost by wrapping his legs around the Ghost's waist and pulling him in for an onslaught of passionate kisses. As the Prince coyly tugged at the Ghost's shirt, the older pulled off his shirt, revealing the infused skin and metal of the armor, the vitiligo discoloration of his chest, arms, and stomach... all of which the Prince ran a gentle, cool hand across as the Ghost trembled from the sensation. In his moment of bliss, the Ghost was pulled to the ground, as the younger removed the pants from his waist, letting them clatter to the ground as the belt smacked the floor.
The younger pounced on the older, biting and marking him up his body. He briefly paused before looking into the Ghost's eyes. "Ruin me... make... me... yours..." The Prince said, giggling teasingly after he'd spoken. However, the younger hadn't accounted for the older's strength. The Ghost pulled the Prince against his body, the heat from their skin was enough to melt snow instantly. With the Prince's legs wrapped around his waist, the younger's arms around his head as he bit and marked the older's chest... The Ghost stood up and carried the Prince to his bedroom and shut the door behind him...
Meanwhile, the Busch Hunter and Admiral Nolan were closing down Berta's Tap with their wives.
"What do you suppose the Ghost got up to?" Asked Nolan, setting down the empty mug of ale.
"Knowing his lonely ass, he probably passed out on his couch."
The two laughed as the bartender slid them two new mugs of honey-brewed ale.
Back in the Reddick Mansion, however, things were anything but quiet and sleepy. The younger moaned as the older bit gently the sensitive areas on his neck. The younger was a naked, dripping mess of sweat and slick as to match the older. Neither had thought straight, neither of them could as they'd been at this for a few hours. The younger rolled his eyes backward again for the thirty-third time and squeezed his thighs around the older's head as his noises filled the air. Once the younger had fallen back on the pillows, panting like a wild dog, the older emerged from between the younger's thighs with a deep breath.
As if they'd been keeping score, it was thirty-three to zero, and the older was being the good service dog that the younger needed, despite the younger wearing a collar. The younger flipped the older onto his back and pinned him down. Neither was able to give a coherent sentence as the pleasure had full control of them. The younger made certain to handcuff the older and proceeded to...
Moans escaped both of them as the younger grasped the older's throat, firmly and gently with a hint of pressure. Neither of them had planned on escaping this night. Moans and pleasure-filled calling out of each other's names went on late into the night. After several hours of pleasure-filled moans, orgasms, and passionate sex, the younger collapsed on top of the older, both thoroughly exhausted from their pleasure-filled hours.
As the last logs in the fire burned, the Ghost held the Prince tightly, as if to declare to the entire world... "This one is mine." As they slipped into deep unconscious sleep, trouble was brewing on the horizon.
Deep within the Onyx Banshee's Kingdom, the king erupted in anger as they'd learned the Second Prince was missing.
"HOW!? SOMEONE FIND THAT LITTLE BASTARD SO THAT HE MAY BE MARRIED OFF TO THE LEVIATHAN PEOPLE'S PRINCE! I SWEAR TO THE GODS! FIND HIM! NOW!!!!"
Halbert took his best men and best ships and began their journey to the human realm in search of their lost prince...