Extremely pleased with the response he\'d got, Phinn wriggled downward a little, his arms wrapping possessively about the boy. He\'d turned slightly onto his side, too, his upper leg crooked to support this halfway position, knee resting on Hew\'s thigh.
Phinn loved cuddling.
Adored it. More than one of his cherubs had found themselves spending the night in Phinn\'s bed in the past, just so he could snuggle with a warm body (he generally picked the older ones, the ones who were big enough not to be squashed by him). Hew was better than them though, he decided quickly. The royal\'s skin was smooth and soft and he was broad and muscled enough that he was in no danger of being crushed. He trailed his hands reverently up and down the boy\'s back, exploring muscle and giving a happy sigh.
The hand on his chest, the legs against his, the breath misting against his throat... certainly wasn\'t unwelcome, either.
"You feel lovely," he breathed, his declaration innocent in sentiment and tone. He chuckled then, liking the feel of it rumbling against another chest, too. "Mebbe\' I
will keep ye\' the night after all," he murmured, knowing he would be more than content to fall asleep and see the dawn in just like this. His left hand had settled at the back of Hew\'s neck by now and played with the wisps of hair there, while his right was busy smoothing the boy\'s spine in the dip of his lower back. Repeatedly, his rough fingertips followed the scoop of tender flesh, sliding slightly beneath Hew\'s waistband each time, getting gradually closer to caressing the curve of his buttocks when he withdrew.
As it turned out, the two of them sleeping together was exactly what happened.
~*~
Phinn\'s eyes peeled open slowly in the darkness, the bite of the air against his bare torso telling him that the fire had burned out, just in time for the pre-dawn air to invade the room. He turned his head, the feel of a warm body up against him drawing his sleepy attention, the soft snores dragging him out of his somnabulic haze gradually. He snuggled into the warmth, liking the way their legs were entwined and the smoothness of the back against his front. He kissed the back of the head resting on his chin, smiling.
Very suddenly, he remembered exactly who he had in his bed and he realised that it was morning. Bloody morning, and he had the ruddy Prince in bed with him, shit on a stick! His heart flew to his throat and a thrill such as he hadn\'t experienced in a very long time shimmied through him. No-one had yet beat down his door and there was not a noise - beyond the birds - stirring in the darkness outside his window, but for all he knew, a full-scale search had been instigated for this child and yet here he slumbered, peacefully and ignorantly in his loving arms. Oh, it was a priceless story... if only he could tell someone.
After a few more moments revelling in the specialness of this undertaking, Phinn relented and woke Hew up. He was sly, and did it gently, nuzzling the boy\'s throat, kissing along his jaw, placing small kisses upon his lips (he really did have glorious lips) and so that was how the young royal awoke, his pretty blue eyes fluttering open with happy surprise.
"It\'s almost dawn," Phinn sang sweetly and that had exactly the effect that the blonde had anticipated. Hew was a blur then, likely not appreciating the adult\'s laughter as he failed to immediately disentangle himself from Phinn\'s grasp and then set about hunting for his shirt and coat. None of it came easily and Phinn found himself truly enjoying the show, wondering what was going on in the boy\'s head. Was he scared? Did he think they\'d be looking for him as well? Would he be punished? Would he have to let slip this dirty little secret or would he hold it close, in his heart, like Phinn wanted him to?
Eventually, the young prince\'s clothing was set to rights and he gave a hasty farewell, heading for the door. He was fast, but Phinn was faster, snatching at the rearmost retreating hand from his position, sitting on the side of the bed. In a very smooth and rather beautiful movement, Hew turned back with a frown to see why he\'d been detained, only to find Phinn standing behind him, hanging onto that one hand with his right and cupping his face with the other. With a cocky grin, he then leaned down and kissed the boy properly, his thumb brushing beside the mouth that his tongue pried knowledgeably open, his fingers tangling ever so briefly in the soft hair at Hew\'s nape.
As quickly as it had begun, it was over and Phinn released the prince, who seemed to have been startled into silence. With a blink and a muttered farewell then, he was gone, leaving the slum lord laying smugly back in his bed, smirking as he shuffled under the covers and tried to position himself in the warmth Hew had left behind. There was more than just the patch of heat in the bed as a reminder of him, too.
