atticusofarborea:
Atticus smiled smugly as Adrian listed off the compliments, thinking there was going to be a trick at the end, and was genuinely surprised that there wasn’t. “No, by all means keep going, my head hasn’t gotten there yet. What were you saying about how handsome I am?” He should have known his joke about taking Adrian was bound to be one-sided. While Atticus wished he didn’t care that much about appearances or what his parents thought, it was something he couldn’t seem to escape from mentally or physically. “I’m thinking an iced latte, your highness. You get a drink, and then you get the ice as a snack afterwards,” he explained as he pulled himself off the bed, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head.
Adrian rolled his eyes, not even surprised at Atticus’ lack of modesty. He reached over and gave his ass a firm squeeze before clicking his tongue. “Hmm, I’m sure you could benefit from a few squats, but that’s not really going to stop me from eating you out, anyway,” he said breezily, before peeking through the portal and flagging over the barista for their drinks. “Who would have thought that a seelie fae would want ice for a snack. I'm sure you'll find the Unseelie court to be quite appealing, assuming they don't shoot you on sight at the border,” he said with a chuckle as he pulled out a latte and a cold brew for the pair of them. “Here you are, your majesty,” he said, closing the portal with a flick of his wrist.









