“Hey, little one! Where-.” With a loud bang Alexander crashed face first into the hard floor. His knees were weak, and his head felt on fire. Maurice stopped in his way out. The door in hand. It snowed into the cabinet. He felt sorry to rip the man out the connection like that. Getting questioned wasn’t his kind of thing and running always helped. As the sapphire looked up the prince’s realized that he had ruined the soft temper of the raven-haired man. His father told him that the icy people aren’t at all friendly and got quite the temper.

By the coldness of Alexander eyes, Maurice could tell he was mad. Teeth clenching. The jaw as sharp as a weapon. His veins were popping out of his skin, what underlined the lightness of his skin even more. The prince swallowed hard. He wanted to run. Run away from the stranger he barely knew. The stranger he felt like knowing better than his childhood friend.

“I will close this door. I won’t run. If you don’t hurt me. Alright?”

Alexander nodded and tried to get up a bit more. He failed more than once, and Maurice was patiently waiting for him to calm down. After another failed try, he gave up. And laid on his back, looking up at the prince. A little scared Maurice kneeled next to him. His Aunt Elethia taught him how to relax muscles. The strong things underneath the skin. She would teach him a lot about the herbs and how they can help human and Furien to survive almost everything. Almost everything. However, getting ripped out of connection only feels bad and is not life threatening.

“Let me help you.”

“Only if I can bring you home. You don’t belong here Maurice.”

“You don’t want me here?” Maurice didn’t realize his sad tone. His voice shaking minimally. The young prince didn’t know why he was so attached to the man. On the one hand he probably saved his life on the other is the fact that he was some random man and is now spending time with. Perhaps he accidently connected with him, like Aunt Elethia told him. Shaking of the thoughts of accidental connection with a random stranger he looked back at Alexander.

“I never said that. I said that you shouldn’t be here. As the frozen islands are not made for someone like you.” Alexander stated in a calm manner. For Maurice it felt more like someone hit him with a shovel, trying to kill him with one hit.

“Someone like me? That’s rude...” Trying to play it off. He turned, smiling slightly. Alexander already realized the stormy atmosphere. Raising his head as much as possible, without the stinking feeling roaming his colder getting body. He explained Maurice the situation further.

“Maurice, listen. You’re not like us. And that’s good. I’ll bring you home, alright?” Maurice nodded; arms crossed in front of him. Would he open his mouth and answer he couldn’t hold back. The situation just feels too familiar. Way to familiar for the young prince.

Looking back at the black-haired man. He scraped all his courage together and leaned down. Inspecting the twitching leg. Alexander muscle were spasming from the rupture between time. To not torture the man any longer, Maurice kneeled down next to Alexander.

“Give me your left leg. I think it’s the gluteus medius.” His tone was sad. Alexander did as tell to, not push the little one more. In the end he perhaps can’t try his tears and Maurice would end up mad at him. What he tried to avoid the best he could. With no motive in mind as it seemed to Alexander.

“Or not? The Graci-“,“F*ck little one! Do that again.” As Maurice to continue to stimulate the muscle. To lead the needed blood through them. He finally hit the right muscle. His aunt told him before that sometimes the muscle doesn’t spasm hurt more than the once that do.

“It’s the gracilis muscle. This may feel weird.”

“Whatever you’re doing little one this feels like heaven.” Alexander was sternly holding back his moan. Not wanting to make the situation weird with his body’s reaction. But in the end the raven-haired man couldn’t help himself.

Maurice started at the end of the muscle. Close to the knee and slowly made his way higher towards the hip bone. Aunt Elethia said that some might feel a stink, but Alexander looks like he would have an orgasm any minute now. The prince’s stopped his motion as he wasn’t sure to continue or not. His cheeks and ears were flaming red. Holding back as much as possible for the man.

“Why did you stop.” Alexanders head shot up. The sapphire eyes are now a cold prussian tint. Cheeks flashed; hands were gripping the floor for hold. The prince could do everything with Alexander being submissive like that.

“Does it still hurt?” Not knowing what to do the prince asked. He was more than embarrassed that he got the raven-haired man into this state. And that without actually touching him. The prince knew he had to tell Aunt Elethia that, or not.

“Obviously not. So, it worked...” Maurice answered himself. He wanted to get away. Run away form the buzzing and prickling feeling in his stomach. He slowly got up. Looking towards Alexander for approval of his movement. The flashed cheeks and dark eyes told him different.

“No?” The prince question more than himself and his actions. In the past 3 days, Alexander had pushed him over the edge of his existence. Not once or twice, every time the man got him in his hands. And as it seems he already crawled the young prince back into them.  

“Maurice, you need to finish what you have started.” The raven-haired man’s voice was rough, from withholding to voice out his pleasure. His words trenched in a sinister coat.

“I’m not sure we talk about the same thing.” The prince swallowed hard.

“Give me your hand.” Maurice did as tell. His hand was shaking. Alexander was used to it by now. He knew the little one better form day to day. As he places the sweaty palm on the by fabric covered bulge, he couldn’t hold back his moan. He could hear Maurice follow with a silent whine.

“See, you didn’t finish what you have started.”