David awoke in the middle of the night, suddenly feeling weird that he was naked. The last time he had fallen asleep without any clothes on was back when he had dated Kristoff. Oh, they had a lot of fun. Kristoff grown up as a shepherd of sorts as well, returning to the world of ice when he was older. They met when Kristoff came through his village and even though the farm didn't need any ice, he offered him and Sven a place to stay in their barn since it was getting late. He found some old alcohol that his father had left behind before he took off and they ended up spending the night together.

He thought he had fallen in love that night. Kristoff, as it turned out, had a girlfriend back home and it was pretty serious. It left him broken hearted. After that, David decided that sex didn't have to mean anything. In many ways, he had given up on love all together. His mother had once thought she shared true love with his father and that turned out to be bull. No, love wasn't for him. He wasn't searching for it anymore. At least now he was putting his skills to good work and would be paid for it.

David slid out of bed and went to the balcony that hung off of the chamber. The moon hung in the sky and he could hear the song of crickets chirping in the distance. The leather collar was tight yet cool against his skin. He liked it, he realized. It made him feel chosen, wanted.

"Stop," he mumbled to himself. "They paid to have you here and as soon as they're done, they'll throw you back out on the streets."

He had stood out there longer than he realized, when he suddenly felt someone cupping his bear ass. He jumped and found Killian standing there.

"You're going to catch death standing out here like that," he said.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. Here." He held out a robe to him. "Snow is having clothes brought here for you, but in the meantime, we can share."

"Thank you, your majesty."

"You can call me Killian…for now."

David wasn't sure what that meant. He took the robe but didn't put it on. The soft material felt so expensive.

"You've never seen so many nice things, have you?" Killian grinned as the blush spread across his cheeks. "That's okay. You know, there's a reason why I'm Prince Consort and not king."

"Queen Snow said you were in the Navy."

"Aye. Before that, I was a slave aboard a ship."

David's eyes widened. "What?"

"My father sold me and my brother when we were young. We worked on that ship until Liam got us into the Navy. It was only when we docked in this kingdom that I met Snow and Regina." He put a hand on David's bare shoulder. "I know what it's like to be overwhelmed by all this, lad."

"I just don't understand why it happened so quickly."

"Snow's had her eye out for a while. I'm sure you're aware you're not the only prostitute that goes about the village. She saw you though and thought there must be something special."

"And what do you think?"

Killian took a step forward and touched David's cheek. David stared into his blue eyes, feeling his heart skip a beat. Soon, they were kissing. Killian's tongue slipped around his and his hook joined around David's waist to pull him closer. His cock grew erect as it rubbed against Killian's robe. Eventually, Killian pulled apart.

"Put on the robe, before I tan that magnificent hide of yours."

"Yes, sir," David replied, slipping on the robe.

Though, he realized he wouldn't mind his other cheeks getting a little red…