Raised By Wolves

                       Shiver after shiver ran down his spine the CLOSER he came to Adam. He had to D E L I B E R A T E L Y stop, otherwise he would have pressed his body against the other’s in the middle of the throne room. The prince was utterly CONFUSED, even though he had made sure not to show it. He would not give his father the S A T I S F A C T I O N of seeing him being uncomfortable. Although… it was not exactly uncomfortable. In fact, he felt incredibly uncomfortable in front of Adam, almost feeling the breath on his skin and the heat that radiated off his body in the COLDNESS of the throne room. For a second Kieran felt as if they were the only people in here ; air bristling around them. Unconsciously he licked his lips, anxiously surpressing the GROAN that was about to slip past his lips when Adam’s finger lifted his head. 

                       SURPRISE flickered in the deep pools that were his eyes,  soon replaced by understanding and he raised his head, straightening his back and taking on the stern and R O Y A L composure he was born with. However, it was impossible to hide the SMIRK that pulled on the right corner of his mouth. They didn’t exchange a single personal word but Kieran could already feel that they would hit it off. There was a hidden D E F I A N C E in his posture, his words and even his eyes that was highly amusing for the young prince —— and made him wonder if his father was able to see it too ; or if he just chose not to aknowledge it. Focusing on the mesmerizing eyes of the prince, he didn’t even care what the King of the Court was saying. 

                       Still SMIRKING unobtrusively he nodded and walked past Adam to lead him out of the throne room and into the endless hallways that wall were covered with I C E and ghostly blue lights. Kier didn’t utter a word while they walked, servants hushing and leaving in a hurry when they saw their prince approach. After a few turns and walking up a flight of stairs, the prince stopped in front of a dark WODDEN door. The prince almost disappeared in the shadows, only the white of his eyes and his painted horns shining B R I G H T L Y.  ❛ These are your rooms. I hope you enjoy your stay ❜, he almost PURRED. pulling his lips up in a feral grin. ❛ Do you need help checking the quarters for SNOW phantoms? ❜

       It was blatantly obvious that the prince of the Day court only had eyes for Kieran and even the Kings icy presence was easily being overwhelmed by his future husband to be. Soon a wave of smug satisfaction mixed with excitement gradually washes over the blond as it dawns on him that it’s not only himself seemingly being affected by the winter fae. Admittedly spotting the other Prince losing their barrings around him was incredibly intoxicating to say the least but the sight of that stubborn chin snapping back up in defiance almost made him groan. Just something about it was extremely sexy to Adam and the urge to reach out and curl his fingers into those pretty dark locks slowly began to consume him. Despite having hardly uttered a word to Kieran he’d already felt an intense connection - his magic humming against his skin responding to the winter court’s prince. 

         He doesn't bother giving the King anymore of his attention, dismissing him like a mere commoner while he falls into step with the other man. Naturally his gaze ins drawn to their back before eyes hungrily roam further down to get a look at that perfect ass of theirs. Needless to say, the front view was just as good as the back. Forcing his brain to snap out of it, Adam’s eyes eventually begin to take in the interior of the castle. The hallways literally looked like they were made out of ice all the while eerie blue lights flickered along the walls illuminating them like tiny shimmering. It was pretty though the entire appearance of the place seemed depressing, cold, and hollow of emotion. Traits very similar to the cold bastard who ruled over this place. 

          Footsteps pause once Kieran stops at a dark wooden door, Adam arching his eyebrows and dry amusement - half expecting it to have been made out of ice. He glances over at the other fae cloaked within the darkness and the temptation to reach out and stroke those painted glowing horns coursed throughout his body like an itch he needed to scratch. The faerie wondered what they would feel like and how the prince would react to such an intimate gesture. However he resisted and lazy moved towards the room and peeked his head inside. Lips form into a thin line at the plain looking bedroom - no doubt the King having something to do with his uncomfortable accommodations. At least the bed wasn't made out of snow though, thank Oberon for small miracles. Adam’s head snaps back to focus on Kieran upon hearing the question, his heart beginning to beat wildly inside his chest at that grin. Lips pulled back from his teeth to flash the winter prince a predatory smile before he stalked closer to him. A hand reaches out and curls around one of the silver chains hanging around their neck - the high fae’s hues unwavering whilst he stared into those dark pools.. 

        If Adam could have rolled his eyes any harder than he currently was they would’ve probably popped straight out of his head whilst he leaned back into his seat. The question was honestly dumb to him and a part of him wondered why the fuck did it matter?  Sex was…well sex at least to the fae. Whatever got his clothes off the fastest was a-ok in his book.  Sure he liked being in control most of the time although sometimes a guy just needed a good dicking. “I mean, I don’t fucking know. Both? I like taking matters into my own hands. You know? Giving my partner that one way ticket to pound town but… If you’ve seen my ass before then you damn well know it’s warranted the rightful attention that it deserves.”  

       “How the hell are you going to kiss me if I rip your head off Tobias? Unless of course you’re talking about your dick and in that case even I’m not that fucked up or cruel enough to do something like that.” Plus he needed that particular part of him...for reasons.