Moments that blew my mind:
Naritano’s chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths. “You can throw me in prison for disobedience to the throne. You can exile me for treason.” His voice shook. “But you can’t make me stop worrying about you.”
No. That hadn’t been what he’d said.
He’d said, and Remin’s ears rang with it, “You can’t make me stop loving you.
Aaaahhhh!
Flexing his fingers around the fabric in his grasp, struggling with himself, well aware of how much danger he was in, craving just one more instant, just one more breath, just one more, Remin dragged Naritano’s body closer, nuzzling hungrily to rub his face against Naritano’s, unable to resist taking that skin on skin contact, and their bodies collided, Naritano strong and lean and masculine against him, Naritano’s erection stiff and substantial against his thigh. Naritano’s long groan at the contact echoed in his ear.
There was no longer a single rational thought in Remin’s brain. He acted solely on instinct, acted solely from memory and experience. Licking across Naritano’s soft, parted lips, he kissed his way into Naritano’s wet mouth. With a sharp, hungry breath, Naritano kissed him back, taking possession of his tongue.
Kicking away his pants, catching Remin in the circle of his legs, thighs hugging Remin tightly as his ankles crossed and drew Remin more tightly against him, Naritano dragged Remin’s face up for a long, consuming kiss. The hot intimacy of it, the scorching passion they shared, the way Naritano’s need impossibly matched his own, all unleashed a ferocious voracity in Remin, and as Naritano kissed along his jaw, licking, sucking, nibbling at his ear and caressing his neck and panting with desire, Remin mounted the counter, crawling over Naritano, finding Naritano’s embrace more thrilling and responsive and eager for him than any in his memory, and he couldn’t understand why he was still dressed, couldn’t stand another second of not feeling flesh on flesh, it had been so long, so very long, and he put a hand to his own chest, finding the first button.
I don't know about anyone else, but I kind of felt the urge for a cigarette after these two separated.
He’d thought that he’d already stepped into the best spot of his life. Now, the second opportunity of a lifetime opened before him. Was he bold and selfish enough to jump at it? Was he really arrogant enough to think that he deserved to step into the role of Prince Remin’s sex partner?
Prince Remin might not want him in that role. Having anyone at his disposal, Prince Remin could afford to be selective. But Naritano had to try.
I love that Tano is going to go after it, go after Remin. Remin needs someone to push. I love that he recognizes that he'd be a good partner for Remin, at least in this way.
And Remin's conversation with Xio Voe was full of awesome, my favorite of which was this:
“Then no one is ever able to consent to sexual acts with members of the Anorian royal family, and charges of rape must be filed immediately. Shall I send someone to warn Prince Ebutadesin before he strikes again?'
"before he strikes again"!
