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I Watch You
His kisses.
His goddamn kisses.
Since the very first time he kissed her, they made her forget everything. It felt like the world had stopped turning, that everything and everyone around her stopped moving. When he kissed her, it was just them. Her and him.
But when he turned his attention to her neck to plant his kisses there and she turned her head to the side and opened her eyes, she was reminded that it wasn't just her and him.
Because she looked right into Foltest's brown, staring eyes.
Her grip on Vernon's shoulders tightened and he turned her face back towards him.
"Hey. Look at me."
She nodded slightly but closed her eyes again soon. She wrapped her arms around Vernon's neck and a sigh of pleasure left her.
Vernon was sitting on the bed, Mari sitting on his lap, facing him as her legs were stretched out and wrapped around his waist. Their naked bodies as close as they could possibly be, absorbing the heat from each other. The most intimate connection and lovemaking. That's what it was. There was no primal or dull thrusting, no monotonous moving in and out. It was passionate, deep grinding. Moving hips and legs and bodies. Pants and gasps and sighs.
Two bodies becoming one, moving together.
Just like they did when they had been with him. And just like back then, Foltest was caught by the pure pleasure that radiated from her body. How Vernon knew exactly how to touch her and to handle her. He knew every inch of her skin. But that was one of Vernon's most valuable traits. He knew how to read people and observe them. How to use every gathered information to his advantage. What, quite obviously, made him a perfect, selfless lover. But that was the difference between Vernon and him. Vernon wanted to please whereas Foltest wanted to be pleased. For Foltest, it was mostly about him and his needs. He was the king after all. The people lived to serve him.
And Vernon was his prime example of loyalty.
He even shared this most intimate moment with him, his king. Pleasing his … what was she to him? Lover? Affair? Partner? Foltest did not know but he didn't need to know. He did not care what they were. Not really.
He took a sip of his wine and his eyes moved over her skin. He could imagine, no, he knew what it felt like. How warm, almost hot, her body must feel right now. The light film of sweat covering it, reflecting the dim candle light. He imagined running his hand over her back, burying his face between her breasts and licking over her sweaty skin all up to her neck. Pushing her down and rutting her into the mattress. He shifted in his chair and spread his legs a little wider. The pain in his crotch was hard to endure but Foltest didn't want to touch himself. Not yet. There was nothing more satisfying than the release after a long, painful state of arousal. When it brought you to the edge and when you finally tipped, taking the last step into relief. But for now, he just wanted to watch. Take in the sight, the sounds and the smell.
Foltest watched her moving hips, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. He watched her fingers buried in Vernon's hair. He watched her lips capturing his, engaging him in a sensual kiss. And Vernon held her close. So close, Foltest noticed how Vernon was digging his fingertips into her soft flesh. Of this perfectly sculptured body only a sorceress possessed. Foltest unintentionally stroked over his lips. Vernon was such a fucking, lucky bastard. But why him? It's not that he was ugly, but there were far more attractive men. And kinder ones, surely. Vernon wasn't known for being easy. Quite the opposite. He was hot-headed, had the shortest temper Foltest knew and settled a fight rather with his fists than words. She had chosen Vernon although she could have been with everyone. Gods, even with Foltest. He never courted her officially but yes, he tested the waters. And she always politely refused. Seeing her now, with Vernon, as intimate and private as possible, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she didn't. If she took the invitation to his bed. Or wherever Foltest wanted her.
A bed was nice and comfortable, yes, but Foltest always had a thing for rather unusual places. Dangerous, even. He pictured her on his lap while he was sitting on his throne, or bending her over his working desk or simply taking her in some abandoned corridor of the palace.
Her soft moans filled the room and that's when Foltest had to let his hand slide under his royal gambeson. He fumbled through the multiple layers of clothing until his hand found his achingly hard member. He slowly stroked himself as his eyes were fixed on the bed. Arms wrapped around each other, their bodies pressed together closely. Forehead resting against forehead. Their mouths were opened and their hot breaths tickled each other's skin.
"Oh gods …" Mari whispered, almost inaudible. Her hips moved fast and Vernon's hands reached down and grabbed her arse, supporting her in her movements. If Foltest could, he'd slap it until it turned red. Like he did it with the Baroness. Just the thought of it made his hand move faster. It stroked with the same rhythm of her grinding hips. And when she came, her body shuttered, with her legs around Vernon's waist shaking. Vernon silently grunted and judging his body's reaction, the tensed muscles and the strong grip around her, Foltest could tell that he came with her.
And he spilled inside his trousers.
Silent, but heavy.
He pulled back his hand and wiped it clean with the inside of his royal clothes. His eyes went back to the bed but none of the two of them paid attention to him. They just had eyes for each other and exchanged small, soft kisses. But they stopped when Foltest raised from his chair, looking over to him.
"That was … just as exciting as I expected it to be. But I will have to leave now. Until next time."
Foltest picked up his wine goblet and left the room. Mari looked at Vernon as soon as the door was shut.
"That was awkward."
"Why?" Vernon asked. "Because he just wanted to watch?"
"Well, after the last time, I thought he wouldn't be able to just watch."
"I guess he would have preferred to actively participate, but he respected your boundaries. He thought you wouldn't agree to something like the last time again, so this was a compromise."
"... Vernon?"
"Yes?"
"What if … what if I would agree?"
She received his answer in the form of a fiery kiss.