Damn it.
Damn it all.
Thrice fuck it and post it to hell.
In one way he didn't want this and in just about every other way he did.
It was sick.
Even had been able to almost completely ignore these things before, why couldn't he now?
Oh yes, Ienzo didn't know then. Hadn't thought to manipulate him like this...
And oh god, this was wrong and sick and so many other things. He was old enough to know better and Ienzo smart enough to know Even should know better.
Imprisonment, execution or worse -if he was caught- it shouldn't seem worth it. Risking every-fucking-thing just for one 11 year old boy who was only doing this to manipulate him and would probably rat him out as soon as it was personally beneficial.
And that didn't include all the other laws that were being theoretically and actually broken at the same time.
Come to think of it, how the hell did Ienzo know anything about this? He shouldn't know these things -shouldn't be experienced at least; theory was understandable, basic biology and many pieces of literature would elaborate on the subject.
He should have just said no. Should have shuffled Ienzo out, locked the door, jerked off and gone back to sleep.
But saying no when someone you want is pressing themselves against you... and asking you to...
Late at night, half-naked, rubbing against the erection you acquired dreaming about doing what they offered -he was 26, Ienzo was only a child. He said he wouldn't, told himself over and over if he really wanted Ienzo he could wait.
It's so hard not to agree to betray their king when Ienzo's lips are around his cock.
So hard not to not to offer the world on a platter when Ienzo lowers himself onto him.
So hard not to agree to give anything and everything the boy wants.
Even finds it odd he didn't feel guilty about betraying their king.
A/N:Yup, I ought to be shot.