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As consciousness slowly seeped into his being, Amir contentedly realized that he was in his most favorite of all places: spooned up behind Rupert. His fiancé. His love. His prince. He loved everything about this spot. The sound of Rupert’s slow breathing, telling him that he was still peacefully asleep but would awaken at any moment. The smell of his hair: 100% pure unadulterated Rupert in this moment so far removed from his morning bath yesterday. The warmth of Rupert’s body in all the places where it pressed against Amir’s. The way the skin of Rupert’s shoulder - exposed where his nightshirt gaped around his neck - seemed to glow in the early morning sunlight. The way that soft skin felt as he pressed his lips against it.
Rupert let out a gentle sigh. Amir retracted his lips abashedly. He had not meant to wake the other prince, but Rupert wiggled back happily into Amir’s embrace and Amir nuzzled back in.
“Morning.” Amir’s voice was creaky from disuse as he pressed a kiss into the back of Rupert’s neck.
“Morning!” Rupert’s voice was equally creaky but surprisingly full of mirth considering the hour. Rupert chuckled and ground back firmly against Amir’s budding erection. “Hmm… Is that for me or is he up because you just woke up?”
“Mmmm… both.” Amir hugged his fiancé closer and hid his blush in Rupert’s curls.
“You know…” Rupert started, caressing the fingers of Amir’s hand as it lay against his chest. “we have some time before our first engagements this morning.”
“Oh yah?” Amir questioned, leaning up to look at Rupert’s face.
“Yah.” Rupert confirmed licking his lips, eyes still gently closed against the brightening sun.
“Hmm.” Amir settled back down into his spot and went back to work kissing gently at Rupert’s neck as Rupert continued to play with Amir’s fingers. After a few moments of this Amir pulled his hand out from underneath Rupert’s and pulled the other prince’s hand down to rest on the mattress in front of him, pressing it down gently. Rupert’s breath hitched and his fingers closed around the bedsheets, wordlessly telling Amir that he understood – that his hand would stay there.
Amir hummed in satisfaction and couldn’t help but smile into the back of Rupert’s neck as he traced the sinewy lines in Rupert’s forearm with his fingertips up to his elbow before he met the hem of a shirtsleeve. He switched from fingertips to palm as he ran his hand the rest of the way over Rupert’s arm, feeling the warm strength just underneath the soft fabric.
When his hand reached Rupert’s shoulder, Amir’s grip firmed just enough to give him leverage to lean in and press his open mouth into the space where Rupert’s neck met his shoulder. Rupert sighed approvingly as Amir sucked a bit at the spot, not enough to leave a mark, but just enough to appreciate the taste of Rupert’s skin. That salty musk of it that belonged to Rupert and Rupert alone.
Rupert giggled as Amir laved his tongue once over the sensitive spot before pulling off with a wet squelch only to seek out a new dry patch of skin within reach of his lips. He giggled again as Amir’s hand strayed from its grip on Rupert’s shoulder to trail caresses down his side, pausing to pinch lightly at the soft spot just below his ribs.
“Amiiiir!” Rupert huffed, grinding back once to remind his fiancé of their original intention.
As if Amir needed reminding. He detached his mouth from Rupert’s neck to chuckle softly “Shhh… there’s no rush.”
Rupert let out another frustrated huff that turned into a whimper as Amir rucked up his nightshirt just enough to put his hand on the bare skin of Rupert’s hip where it jutted out above his sleep pants. If he had to choose a favorite place on Rupert’s body, Amir would choose this. This spot where the sharp edges of Rupert’s pelvic bone made them selves known through the softness of his skin, creating a plethora of dips and curves that Amir would give anything to spend a whole day exploring with his fingers and lips and tongue.
For the time being though, he was content to just trace the main ridge of the bone with his fingertips as it curved up and then back down toward the center of Rupert’s body. He followed it until it disappeared back below the top of Rupert’s pants, choosing then to follow the skin along the waistline.
Amir could feel as well as hear Rupert’s breath pick up as he slowly teased his fingers along the edge of his pants, just barely dipping them below. When he finally found the sparse trail of hair leading down from Rupert’s navel, his fingers paused in their journey. Warm, calloused palm met smooth, undulating belly as Amir rubbed small circles around Rupert’s belly button, playing lazily with the hair there.
Rupert’s breath hitched and he let out a soft whine as he ground back again into Amir. Amir could tell that this time, his movements seemed to be involuntary.
Finally, finally, Amir slid his hand down into Rupert’s sleep-pants, eliciting a moan from the other prince as he scriched his fingers into the wiry hair at the base of Rupert’s erection. Amir smiled and planted more kisses into the back of Rupert’s neck as he pressed his flat hand firmly into Rupert’s belly in order to grind in strongly from behind.
Unexpectedly, Rupert hissed sharply in discomfort. Amir immediately backed off, unlatching his mouth from Rupert’s neck and removing his hand to rest on his hip.
Rupert shuddered and then groaned in frustration. “Uhg, I have to pee.”
Amir chuckled and placed a few last kisses on Rupert’s neck and whispered into his ear, “Well go take care of it and then come back so I can blow you.”
Rupert moaned. “Yes sir!”
Amir gave Rupert’s ass a playful smack as he scooched away. It was then, as they both moved to sit up, the world tilting as their view shifted, that two sets of puppy-dog eyes (only one pair belonging to an actual dog) made themselves known from the floor next to their bed.
Rupert hung his head and groaned. “Morning boys. You need to go outside?”
At the word “outside” Porridge and Fitzroy both scrambled up to lick Rupert’s face and bound excitedly to the door. Amir winced as Porridge’s long tail upset a small table and a vase.
“Eeuuhgg! Dragon slobber!” Rupert wiped at his face with his sleeve, either unaware of or unfazed by the chaos that their poor dragon-who-though-he-was-a-dog was causing. Amir couldn’t help but laugh at the whole scene. “Amir… I…”
“Go” Amir chuckled again and pushed at Rupert’s shoulder. If he didn’t know that taking Porridge and Fitzroy out for their morning walk was Rupert’s favorite part of the day, then he would offer to do it for him. As it was, they probably should be getting out of bed and starting their day anyway. “Another time perhaps my prince?”
Rupert grabbed Amir’s hand and kissed it, looking over his knuckles to wink flirtatiously and confirm: “Another time.”