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Unlike his cousin's extravagant shelter, Hakuryuu's tent was practical, but elegant. It had been crafted from a circle of thin trees, which bowed inwards to create a domed roof above their trunks. Indigo leaves spilled in blankets down the sides, both concealing and insulating the inside. Silver flowers adorned the circumference of the roof and trailed down the front in parallel lines to indicate where the leaves could be brushed aside for entry.
Though lacking any lavish embellishment, the sparseness of the tent's inside was comfortable. Warm blue light glowed from bulbous fruits hanging from the ceiling, giving the space an overlying sense of serenity. There was a worn trunk for clothing and nearby a full-body dress form on which Hakuryuu's armor now rested. The prince himself stood beside a modest table, framed by two slight chairs, leafing through a stack of curling papers covered in intricate writing.
He looked up when Judal entered, meaning to cast him a passing gaze only to find his eyes locked on his lover. All interest in the papers he had been engrossed in was immediately lost.
Judal spun playfully to show off his new attire and bare feet, drawing Hakuryuu's eyes along the graceful curve of his body. Should he damn his cousin's bewitched clothing, ever tailored to whichever wearer chose it, or bless it? He had seen his lover in less, and in clothing that clung far tighter to his thin body, yet something in the way the fabric draped around his sharp edges and soft curves brought wicked thoughts to the prince's mind.
"So?" Judal queried coyly. "Do you like them?"
Hakuryuu set the stack of papers aside without taking his eyes off his lover. In some ways, he found himself all but driven mad each time Judal enraptured him anew. He was accustomed to beauty and to intrigue, but moreso to how the allure of it wore off as time went on. Yet, even now a simple change in wardrobe demanded his fullest attention. Judal need only stand there and he was entranced.
He strode to his lover with the measured steps of a prowling predator, and Judal never flinched. The ghost of amusement played in his eyes and his lips pulled into a smirk that spoke of just the kind of mischief Alibaba had mentioned.
"I do." Hakuryuu replied, but only once his hands had found their way to Judal's hips. "They suit you."
With skin beneath his fingertips, how could he be expected to resist? Judal breathed out in a rush as Hakuryuu's palms slid up along his sides, marveling at the skin now open for him to touch unhindered.
"What were you reading?" Judal asked as he reached for Hakuryuu's shoulders so he could rest his arms about his neck.
"A report," Hakuryuu said absently. "Of what's gone on in my absence."
With all the skin bare before him, what cloth did see fit to cover his lover should have felt like a flimsy barrier. And yet, as his fingertips delved under the first opaque folds, his stomach tightened with anticipation. So little stood between him and Judal's naked chest that he could already see him undressed in his arms.
"Anything worth mentioning?"
"Now?" Hakuryuu chuckled through his nose. "Absolutely not."
Judal's knowing smirk was smothered under a heated kiss that demanded he part his lips and hold tighter to his prince. Nimble fingers tangled into Hakuryuu's hair, and in response he dragged his hands down his lover's sides again. How distracting these trousers were going to be, settled just so on Judal's hips. Almost worse than the revealing shirt.
Hakuryuu pulled Judal closer and broke their kiss, only to trail his mouth along the sharp curve of his jaw. Sharp teeth dragged red across pale skin, though the marks faded as swiftly as they were made. Judal sighed and lolled his head to the side, offering his neck to his lover's mouth.
"I don't think your cousin likes me." he commented airily, then gasped when Hakuryuu bit at his skin.
This was not the line of conversation Hakuryuu wished to be following, in fact, he would rather not follow any sort of conversation at all. He had shelved his possessive urges for the first time since becoming Judal's lover, and quieted the cold beast in his ribcage. It wanted to reassert its claim on the changeling and it didn't like being interrupted.
Hakuryuu forced himself to divorce from the subtle influence of his instincts and pulled away to look into his lover's eyes.
"Believe me, sweetling, if he did not like you you would be very aware of it." he assured. "As would I."
Judal drew the corner of his mouth between his teeth, then quickly released it, but not before Hakuryuu's eyes had narrowed.
"Did he say something to you?"
"Sort of." Judal shrugged. "I just forgot what it was like, y'know?"
Hakuryuu blinked, waiting for the elaboration.
"Being the weird one." Judal clarified with a sigh. "Like, I guess it never really stopped back in the human world but I got over it. I claimed it, I guess. Made a point to just put it aside. So it's weird to be, I don't know..."
Another vague shrug. At this point, Judal's fingers had begun to make a mess of Hakuryuu's hair, though the prince deigned not to stop him.
"Uncomfortable?" he supplied.
"Yeah! But I'm not actually, cause I'm used to this, but I am, so it's like- Like being uncomfortable is making me uncomfortable?"
Judal's brow creased with frustration, mouth twisted into an irritated pout that Hakuryuu couldn't help but find adorable.
He wasn't sure how to address what Judal was feeling because he didn't understand it. He was no changeling, he had never been in the position of being displaced regardless of what world he was in or people he surrounded himself with. For Judal, who had built his confidence from nothing and held himself to a certain standard of self-worth, self-doubt must be infuriating.
The only thing he could do was try to assuage some of it and let his lover figure out the rest.
Hakuryuu brushed Judal's bangs back and took a moment to look at his rounded ear as he tucked his hair behind it. Only a mortal shell stood between who his lover was and who he could be, and yet that shell…
"Look at you," Hakuryuu murmured. "Beautiful, too beautiful to be a mortal and yet that is just the skin you wear. You match tongues with fae tens of times your age- with Kouha, who anyone could tell you is not an easy thing to do."
Hakuryuu caught his lover's chin and pressed a kiss to his mouth.
"You speak, without hesitation, to royalty. No regard for consequence, no concern for disrespect, completely confident in the idea that you belong among us."
He kissed him again, this time with force that made Judal grip his shoulders in surprise. The kiss dragged down his chin, to his throat, so Hakuryuu's next words were whispered against his pulse;
"And you do."
Hakuryuu lowered himself, first to one knee, then down onto the other, and cast a look up at Judal. He watched familiar heat swim into his lover's eyes as he pressed his mouth against his abdomen. The first brush of his mouth was soft, the second warm and wet as he parted his lips and the third made Judal's belly jump as he sucked at his skin.
"Sweetling," he breathed against the mark he'd left on Judal's stomach. "You are a puzzle. A riddle that my people have not encountered before."
Judal sank his fingers back into Hakuryuu's hair, holding loose locks back from his face. When Hakuryuu looked up at him, a flush had begun to rise on his cheeks.
"They will stare, and whisper, and I am very sure they will talk. But really, sweetling, they are all desperate to be the ones to solve you first."
"Good luck with that!" Judal laughed breathily. "Don't think I've actually solved myself yet."
Hakuryuu could have gone on praising his lover, but Judal's expression was no longer one of frustration. Desire made itself prominent in the scarlet of his eyes and the way his fingers twisted in the prince's hair. He radiated the buzz of nigh-desperate tension that Hakuryuu had come to associate with Judal's building need. He was fractious and impatient, always begging for relief without wanting it to end.
The marks on Judal's belly would fade by morning, but the one Hakuryuu began to worry above his left hip wasn't going to be so quick to disappear. While his sweetling gasped and sighed, Hakuryuu tugged at the loose fabric around his thighs until it gave. By the time he released his skin with a wet pop, Judal was hard for him.
"Hakuryuu-" he whined, only to taper off into a moan of satisfaction as the prince licked a sloppy stripe along the length of his cock.
With only that as warning, Hakuryuu licked his chops and then, in one elegant motion, swallowed his lover down. Judal loosed a delighted cry, gripping hard at his shoulder with one hand and his hair with the other. Hakuryuu's hands rested lightly on his hips, doing little to restrain his lover when he rocked his hips forward, though there was no deeper he could plunge down the prince's throat.
Judal's fingers flexed in his hair as he slowly pulled back, like he was considering holding his lover in place. Would he? The idea of Judal fucking into his mouth was more appealing than the prince cared to admit. He sucked the head of his lover's prick and rolled his tongue against the slit, only for Judal to moan his name like it was a compliment.
His name always sounded so glorious on Judal's tongue when he was in the throes of passion, like something obscene and revered at the same time.
Hakuryuu swallowed when Judal hit the back of his throat again, pulled back, then groaned when his lover rocked forward. The moan must have felt good, because Judal thrust forward again with slightly more force. The prince relaxed his jaw obligingly and his lover took the hint, rocking into his mouth a third time with a high moan.
"Fu—uck-!" Judal gasped as the prince hummed his satisfaction.
Hakuryuu reached between his legs to adjust the growing bulge in his pants. It was bordering on uncomfortable, enough to be a distraction and make him pull away. Judal made a noise to indicate he didn't approve.
"Lie down." Hakuryuu instructed as he licked his lips. The taste of his lover lingered, heady and addictive on his tongue.
Judal opened his mouth to ask where, only to catch sight of a thick bed of moss sprouting from the earth which certainly hadn't been there a few minutes ago.
"...should I be offended that you had enough focus to do magic while sucking my dick?"
Hakuryuu snorted.
"You should be impressed. Now lie down."
Judal complied, stepping out of his pants and tossing aside his new shirt carelessly in favor of lying naked on the fresh moss. Hakuryuu stripped as well, which could have been done slower and with more grace, but he considered his lover thoroughly seduced for the night. He was more interested in crawling over him and catching his open mouth in a sloppy kiss, all tongue and feisty teeth, while he ground their hips together.
One of Judal's legs hooked over his waist and Hakuryuu took the chance to roll them onto their sides. In moments, they were tangled together, arms curled under and over each other and legs bent so that they could rock together in unison. Hakuryuu's flesh hand descended between them to grasp their weeping cocks, palming slow strokes in contrast to their fervent bucking.
He felt his lover tense, gasps becoming pants as the edge rushed to meet him. Their kiss broke and Hakuryuu pressed his mouth into the curve of his lover's neck and shoulder where he sank his teeth and held, bruising a harsh mark into his delicate flesh. Judal keened for him, arching his whole body as he plummeted into euphoria. The end was not far behind for Hakuryuu, who swore against Judal's skin as he came.
They lay there, sticky and dazed as the high settled onto them, both well aware it was probably only the first of the night. Judal rolled onto his back, chest heaving for a moment as he drank deep breaths to calm his racing heart. Hakuryuu watched him through lidded eyes and chose to reach over once his breathing had steadied, stroking sweaty bangs back from his forehead.
"Beautiful..." he hummed.