Magnus Grey

"My king..."

Rose didn't weigh much, clinging to Magnus as he carried him to the bed, he didn't care about the sheets... he was only focused on the king.

His pale skin was flushed pink as Magnus stripped him, chest rising and falling quickly as need grew, eyes following the other, taking in his whole body, the strange glow under his skin.

His glowing eyes had a certain power that he was thrilled about right now. He could see the various pathways in Rose's body...which meant he could see exactly where his most sensitive places were.

He was only 19.

Even if his whole body yearned for Magnus, he barely knew him.

He raised a soft hand and placed it on Magnus's cheek, smiling, "how about we see how tonight goes first."

Somehow, their souls were bound. Rose was meant to be his Queen. Yet, Rose was young. Nineteen...

The King didn't want to scare him away.

"Then tonight, you shall be my queen."

He lifted Rose easily, and carried him to the bed. The sheets were not silk, but cotton. He stripped off Rose's pants and boxers, along with his shoes and socks, and did the same for himself so that they were both bare.

Tendrils of magic glowed gently under his skin as he moved closer to the demi-god, hovering over top of him.

"This...is going to feel a bit strange. But I have no lube here, so...it'll have to work to get you prepped for me."

Every fibre of his body ached to be touched and claimed by the king.

"Please... fuck me and make me yours..." He begged softly, needily.

He freezes.

And then he really looks at Rose.

"Do not freak out."

Because...had he just proposed?

He shivered as Magnus touched the mark, "I'm not a virgin. I've not had a lot of experience but I'm not a virgin."

It didn't mean he couldn't be shocked though.

He sucked lightly on the thumb that ran over his plump lips

"Can't wait an hour huh?"

He kissed the corner of Rose's mouth as he slowly took the other's cock into his hand, stroking his slowly.

"Then let me fuck you. Here and now."

He nipped at Rose's jaw.

He pressed back against him, his own cock hard in his jeans against Magnus.

Soft gasps fall from those rosy lips as the king's hands roam over his body, sharpening a little as his thumbs trace his nipples.

Gently, he ran a thumb over his mark.

"What experience do you have with men? Or women for that matter? Are you a virgin? I don't want to...shock you...by what I want to do with you."

His thumb ran over Rose's plump bottom lip.

He clung to Magnus's hand as the other led him to the ship, gawping at what the ship looked like. It was quite amazing.

"Wow..."

He doesn't have time to say much more as he was pushed against the wall, moaning softly as those lips attacked his neck.

He captures Rose's lips in a deep kiss as he presses their hips together, letting Rose feel just how hard he already is for him.

He's gentle in his touches...careful not to hurt as he learns what Rose likes.

His hands explore.

Rose stood and took Magnus's hand and then impulsively stepped forward and pressed those full lips to Magnus's

"Make me yours..." He whispered.

The king groans at Rose's words, and cups the young man's face before kissing him again, this time, deepening the kiss.

He pants softly when it ends, and growls gently against Rose's lips. Then he pulls out his phone, and calls someone.

"Ready the ship. I'll be there in ten. I'm bringing someone."

** The ship, though at the pier, is not a ship for water, but for the sky. It is...a space ship...but it is only ever used within the confines of the atmosphere.

It consists of a few parts. There is the cockpit, the king's quarters, and the main seating.

The cockpit has only two seats. His pilots are there.

The main seating is empty as he brings Rose to the King's Quarters. It consists of a bathroom that is quite large, a bedroom, and a seating room with a table.

He let out a little whimper as the older man moved away and sat down, trying to steady his breathing as he looked at all of the food.

He understood though.

The young king was excited too.

He felt this connection and this need to claim the young man across from him.

"If you are unable to eat, we can go. There will be a feast at another time for you."

He stood again, and held a hand out for Rose.

He couldn't believe he'd said it...

But Magnus was rapidly becoming an addiction. Those lips on his neck setting fire to his nerves.

And safety, not having to watch over his shoulder, sounded so good. Like Camp.

He licked over the shell of Rose's ear before nipping the lobe.

"Because you're going to need the energy, baby. I fully intend to keep you in bed for at least a weak as I learn every inch of you."

But the food was coming, plates of it. The salad, of course, but also beautifully golden arincini, and plates of different types of pasta.

"Whatever you don't eat will be boxed up and sent to the shelter across the street."

He took his seat, eyes nearly glowing as he looked at the other man.

"I'm really not that pretty..."

He felt his heart racing, expecting Magnus to kiss him. A small look of disappointment crossed his face as Magnus merely kissed his hand and helped him sit back down.

Oh why did he feel like this? Almost giddy...

He kissed gently at the other's neck now that he was sitting.

"I wonder just how much of you that blush covers."

He chuckled softly.

His cheeks dusted a light pink that matched his name as the older man talked about being attracted to him.

He never really knew how to deal with people wanting him.

Not that anyone had ever said they wanted him quite as much as Magnus was.

Hesitantly he reached out and laid a hand on Magnus's arm, stepping closer.

He wasn't sure what he was doing but he was letting instinct take its course as one would in battle

"That blush..."

This time he did growl...

"It's a very pretty color."

He wanted to kiss Rose. Wanted to get down on his knees under the table and suck his cock until he came down his throat. Instead, he simply placed a small kiss on Rose's hand and pulled his chair out for him before helping him push up toward the table.

"Silk would look good against you. So would a Avalon sunrise."

And without Rose knowing what that was, Magnus blushed.

"I might look skin and bone but I'm not fragile. And I don't need "feeding up..." He looked at the waiter himself, "salad."

He looked back at Magnus, shaking his head, "I don't need protecting. I can fight and defend myself if needed. I barely know you. I'm not some project for you." He began to stand

There is authority in his voice. He stands, but while he blocks Rose, he doesn't reach out toward him.

"I"m sorry. I do not see you as weak, Rose. I can see that you are not. I can see the power flowing through you, and it's...stunning to look at. I'm also pretty sure that I have one of cupid's arrows sticking out of my back..."

He scrubbed his hands over his face.

"I'm bad at this. I'm bad at...being attracted to people. I don't do...romance or attraction or..."

He had to fight himself not to growl at his annoyance.

"Taking care of people is my love language. Feeding them, especially. And even more so if it's the foods that I enjoy most. Which...is what I ordered. The things that I like the most on the menu."

His eyes look over the younger man.

"I want you. Okay? Is that...satisfactory? To now that I want you and that...yes...while I'm no virgin...you're the first who I've felt this...need for. This need to protect and provide for."

And for some reason, Sleep Token's 'Provider' is now playing through his head.

Still, he couldn't believe how open Magnus was being about everything. He was used to having to hide these things about himself.

He felt trapped, even with the promise about not calling the police. Magnus wasn't letting him go.

He had to decide whether to actually give him name.. give the other anything.

"My name is Rose... and I'm only 19 so no worries there," He wasn't going to show any ID. That felt dangerous.

The menu font was tiny and hard for him to read, the words swimming in front of him with his dyslexia

"You're dyslexic..."

He hummed.

"Tell me what sort of things you like for food. Salad isn't going to put any meat on your bones. We have two types of arincini here. One filled with prosciutto and the other with just the cheese. Both are fantastic. And you must try the ... you know what. I've got you covered. Whatever you don't feel like, we'll simply pack up and go to the local shelter."

The waiter came over. A young man about Rose's age. Magnus whispered with him before looking back at Rose.

"I know I must make you...uncomfortable. But there is a voice whispering in my ear that I need to take care of you. I've learned to trust that voice. It serves me well. I believe it might be Merlin...or maybe my own magic."

He huffs.

"And I know this must be a lot too. Me talking so openly about these things. But the world is...changing. Magic is no longer in the shadows. I mean, werewolves are openly becoming forest rangers and dragons are becoming fire fighters. I'm pretty sure there is even a vampire running for mayor somewhere. I intend to keep my people safe."

His people.

And he probably didn't eat enough.

His head tilted at the comment about people like them. "You're a demi-god too?" Or a monster and this was a trap... but it didn't feel like that.

And he wasn't sure he could get away without causing too much of a scene, which he definitely didn't want.

His history could be complex.

"I'm King of Avalon, and my throne is in Camelot. I'm visiting the man that saved me...raised me...here in this city. But most of the time I am there."

Avalon had risen from the sea two years ago. Not everyone could enter. Powerful magic protected it from those who wished it or it's inhabitants harm. It was a highly technologically advanced kingdom. A sister kingdom to Atlantis which was still beneath the sea.

"My name is Magnus. And I want you to know that anytime you need food...as long as the shop is open, you can go there to get it. But no, I will not call the police."

He also did not fully let go of the other. Instead, he kept their hands joined as he led the way towards the little restaurant where he had spent some of his teen years waiting tables.

He didn't want to let go of the un-named pickpocket.

It wasn't long before he led them in through the back and towards a seat near the kitchen. Here, he finally let their hand go, and handed over a menu.

"I don't know what you mean..."

He licked his lips a little, uncomfortable with the way the other was staring at him.

Especially when he began to stroke up his arm and touch his cheek.

"Do you mind letting me go?"

So yes, while Magnus had been stuck by Cupid's arrow, he was also a bit of a mother hen.

"Please, I know a place nearby with some great food. And the place is a safe haven for people like you and like myself."

He had made it so. He had willed his magic to make it such a safe haven. The son of King Arthur and Merlin. The son of two demi-gods. A child of Athena and a child of Hecate.

Magnus stepped back, but his finger had moved to the other's belt loop.

Rose couldn't help himself. He was a habitual thief. It came with the territory of being Hermes son. He had been pickpocketing little items from the people he passed when one grabbed his wrist as it dipped into their pocket

There is a sort of smirk on Magnus' face. He had been angry originally upon sensing the hand...but those eyes.

Fuck.

Magnus was gone for them.

He turned fully toward the thief, hand gently running up from the wrist, along the other's arm, to his cheek.

"Such a pretty face. And those lips."

His thumb ran over them.

Conner on the other hand leaned in to kiss the King deeper than before, placing a hand against his face before he pulled away.

"You taste wonderful, I think that I could kiss you all night." Conner whispered, not noticing Aiden slowly slipping off the jacket Magnus had been wearing.

"Both of you? Could I have both of you?"

His heart is pounding.

"I want to be used. I want to give up control for a night. I'm tired of always having to be the one everyone comes too. I want someone to just...cum in me for once."

He blushed.