Phinneus grinned triumphantly. "Your wish is my command," he teased huskily, standing up briefly to get his pants off and withdraw the container of herb-scented lanolin from the bedside drawer. He watched Hew as he stood there and made his hard member slick, then got a generous amount on his fingers and crawled between the king\'s legs once more.
"This shouldn\'t hurt a bit," he vowed, leaning back down to take the regent\'s rod back into his mouth. While he did, he worked his fingers into his tight little hole, finding it arousingly resistant to his invasion. He worked it lovingly but determinedly, scissoring his fingers and pressing in deeply, stroking the little nub within to cause Hew to jiggle and jump. His mouth wasn\'t so persistent, it was just there as a warmer more than anything, because he didn\'t want his lover peaking before he was inside him - not now that he been issued a royal summons.
When Hew was loose enough for him to slide in, Phinn straightened up and crawled closer, positioning himself with a hand on his own member, before he slid in gently. He was pleased with the job he\'d done when he got all the way in with only minor resistance, and he took a moment to sit back on his haunches and sigh, his eyes closed and his head lolling, a deviously pleased smile lifting one side of his lips as he savoured the moment. He was inside the King of Oberon, had him open and begging for his attentions, did it get any better than this?
After a few moments of pause, he opened his eyes and smiled more gently at Hew, leaning forward with hands on the bed near the boy regent\'s shoulders, stretching his legs out behind him a little for leverage, looking deep into the king\'s eyes. "I thought abou\' you every day," he confessed thickly, and it was true. Not always lovingly, but there\'d certainly been thoughts of Hew every day. He could pretend they were loving and not bitter now, though, now that they were here and he was to be a King\'s Advisor.
He leaned down to press a chaste kiss onto Hew\'s lovely lips, his lower half pistoning slowly back and forth of its own accord, seeking a rhythm that would build for them both. "I\'m glad I\'m back with you again."