Laurent looked Draven over with an appraising eye, gaze lingering the longest below the belt. Were he a dog, he would have started to drool, but luckily, he was not, so he was able to control himself. He untied his sash from around his waist and dropped it on the floor, his shirt coming next.

The gray slate of the floor was warm on the bottoms of his bare feet, but not as pleasing as Draven’s body heat. He dropped his trousers to the floor and sat down on the edge of the centered pool, dangling his feet in the water. He smiled lazily at Draven and patted the spot next to him.

Draven shook his head and settled himself into the pool, just sitting and soaking up the heat for a bit. Laurent frowned. “Draven?” he queried.

“Laurent,” he said. “I’ve been thinking.”

The exiled prince blanched and slid into the pool beside his love. “Please tell me you haven’t reconsidered,” he begged, wrapping his arms around Draven’s middle and swinging himself around so that he was seated in the Halfling’s lap with his legs locked tightly around his waist.

Draven laughed lightly and kissed Laurent, his hands wandering down the prince’s back. “No,” he said around Laurent’s neck. “Not that. I was just thinking about how much I love you,” he murmured, letting his hands trail slowly up and down Laurent’s back.

Laurent sighed in relief and leaned into Draven’s chest, heart throbbing. It was slightly embarrassing, to have him hear the nervous stuttering of his heart and Laurent blushed.

“Don’t be frightened,” Draven cooed.

“I’m not afraid,” Laurent sighed, kissing Draven’s neck briefly before running kisses up along his jaw line and to his lips. “Will you fuck me now?”

“Let’s wait,” Draven said, turning them both around so their positions were reversed.

“Wait? No, I don’t want to wait. I want you to fuck me and I want you to fuck me now!” he whined. “Fuck me, Draven.”

“I was under the impression that you liked being in control,” he teased, causing Laurent to blush and stammer in embarrassment.

“I thought you wouldn’t…want me to. Not after Tomas…” He looked down and traced idle patterns over Draven’s chest.

The Halfling pulled his chin up with a gentle finger. “Laurent, that is in the past now. Do whatever makes you happy,” he said.

The prince looked up with hopeful eyes. “Do you honestly mean that, Draven?”

“I do,” he said solemnly, eyes dancing with expectation and want.

Laurent kissed him energetically, passionately, his tongue wrestling a response out of Draven’s. The Halfling started to respond more enthusiastically with every passing second: his long fingers knotted into Laurent’s hair; he crushed his body against the prince’s. Laurent was in heaven.

They both came away gasping for breath, eyes swirling with emotion. Laurent kissed him again with the same fervor, the same unexplainable need.

“Fuck me, Draven,” the prince whispered in his lover’s ear before hoisting himself up onto the rock ledge. He drew Draven between his spread legs and rubbed himself over the Halfling’s chest. “Fuck me until I can’t breathe anymore,” he said, stealing another wild kiss.

Draven trailed kisses down Laurent’s chest; he ran his tongue in dizzying circles around the prince’s navel and licked the thin line of hair that snaked down his taut belly to his groin.

Laurent brushed Draven’s hair back and leaned over him, his breathing starting to come faster. He felt warm all over, close to over-heating, but it was a wonderful feeling, almost as good as the feel of Draven’s teasing tongue circling around his head.

His cock began to swell under Draven’s delightful movements, quickly becoming hard as the Halfling rubbed vigorously all along the shaft. His warm lips against his skin were almost too much to bear. He clenched his stomach muscles and thighs, unable to relax as Draven began to suck on him.

He groaned and leaned back, pushing Draven’s head closer to his body, forcing more of his cock into the Halfling’s mouth. Draven responded by sucking harder and deep-throating him in rotation.

Laurent bit down on his lip but the moans still escaped him. He squirmed around a bit and pushed Draven away roughly, sliding into the water with throbbing balls and cock. He was starting to tingle all over.

“Come,” he commanded of the druid with a groan. And Draven obeyed, the hurt in his eyes being replaced with happiness and excitement.

Laurent seized a rough kiss and turned Draven around forcefully, penis finding his asshole. Draven tensed at first, but he relaxed after a second and braced himself against the ledge just in time.

Laurent shivered and kissed Draven’s back as he came, using the semen as lubrication. Draven moaned deeply and curled his fingers tightly around the ledge, so tightly in fact that the stone bit into his skin and made him bleed.

The prince circled his arms around Draven’s hips and grabbed a hold of his cock. As he stretched out Draven’s tight little bud, he played with him, fondling his balls and cock, gracing the druid’s skin with sensuous kisses.

Draven was amazingly compliant, but Laurent thought he could feel the want of domination from him. It was that same feeling he had felt resonating from Maud and he was instantly seized with a terrible panic. It ruined more than the mood: it ruined the entire evening.

Laurent backed hurriedly away from Draven, feeling an unexplainable cold settle over him. He was completely oblivious to everything that was going on around him; he was preoccupied with the awful pain spreading through his body, a pain that burned like fire and froze like ice. His teeth rattled; his body shook. The water around him began to chill and turn to ice as his body rimed with frost. Tears welled in his sorrowful eyes, freezing in place before they could spill over.

Is this what dying feels like? Am I dying?

Oh sky, I am. Maud is killing me. My love is killing me. (1012)