sebwyd :
âDoes that mean you will be my prince? I sure could use one, especially one that can hold onto my skirt when I need it.â Sebastian rubbed his thumbs against the hips of the smaller man, carrying him quite easily. âNo you damn well cannot. Itâs mine, all of you is mine. Head to toe.â He mumbled the words, laid a kiss on his forehead and smiled down at him. âYouâre getting better at that.â
âIf you choose to wear a skirt Iâll hold it up for you all you want. Iâll be your strong prince who isnât that strong, but very cute and charming.â Blake wasnât really the strong type but he liked to say he had other good attributes, Sebastian liked what he had at least, he didnât need anything else. âI was just saying if you got to then I did. I donât want to show anyone else, youâre plenty for me.â When his lips pressed against his forehead he closed his eyes for a second. âI am trying. I want to learn how to talk to you in your native tongue.â

















