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“This is so fucking stupid”, Dane complained, rolling his shoulders back as his boots crunched on the dewy grass. Finn glowered at him, adjusting the silvery crown that was nestled among his hair. The Fae King of the Lunare had, rather forcefully, suggested that Dane accompany Finn on his annual journey to the mortal realms, where they would disguise themselves among the human folk, observing the human assumptions of the fae world. Finn was always disgusted by how meagre human lives seemed, how they boasted what little knowledge they possessed about the fae world. They had some sort of sickly fascination with things distinctly inhuman, things with antlers and wings and horns. No appreciation for their short-lived lives, burning brightly, yet so easily snuffed out by the hand of heaven. Pretty women flitted about in their make-believe fairy costumes, plastic lights dangling off of them like too-big, unnatural spiderwebs. Men walked around in T-shirts and pairs of golden wings, low effort in the costume department. Maybe Dane was right, Finn considered, maybe this was fucking stupid. He looked over at the Solari prince, bathed in the moonlight, amber wings catching on the technicolour lights. Being here was worth it, if it meant more time with Dane. Dane had skunked over to the champagne table, bowing lightly to one of the butlers as he took two glasses, placing one in Finn’s hand,
“Your Highness?”
Finn rolled his eyes, his lip twitching into a smile,
“Thank you, Dane.”
Dane chuckled and took Finn’s hand, pulling him toward the limestone courtyard of Saltburn. Admittedly, it was a very nice building. Vastly different to all of the fae architecture that Finn was used to, but beautiful nonetheless. Each window was carved delicately, and yet within the building, there were modern lights, pool tables, leather couches, and karaoke machines, on which drunk guests had sprawled themselves, lazily kissing and touching without a care in the world. Finn felt Dane’s grip on him tighten. Maybe they were thinking the same thing. No one cared about them here. No one knew about the fae realms. No one knew about the old feud between their families. No one knew about the Lunare or the Solari. They were simply Dane and Finn, with make-believe plastic wings and expensive-looking silver and gold tiaras, definitely not infused with delicate, century-old fae magic. Finn tried to release the tension in his body, the way he held himself when he was being observed by every soldier, every swordsman, and his father, being almost unshakeable. The collected and poised only son of the Kingdom of Lunare, feared and respected. And yet, here he was, wearing a slutty tank top, jeans and boots, tattoos looping around his elbow and up his biceps. Dane pulled him onto the first step of the spiral staircase, pressing him against the railing with a delicate hand to his hip,
“Come here.”
Finn groaned and pulled Dane into a bruising kiss, tasting champagne on his lips as Dane licked into his mouth. It was jarring to be so openly affectionate in front of so many people. Dane smirked at the embarrassed flush that was touching Finn’s cheeks, making his dark eyes and luminescent skin stand out under the harsh red lighting. Finn’s eyelids shuttered as Dane ran his tongue over his bottom teeth, chewing gently on his bottom lip before releasing it with a slobberly pop. Finn sighed, pulling Dane’s arms around him as Dane wedged a muscular thigh between Finn’s legs, humming as Finn started to rut into him. They push each other up the stairs, passing a man wearing a pair of ill-fitting antlers and a girl in a pink sequined dress. As she passes them, she runs her fingertips over Finn’s sensitive, already-trembling wings, and he moans, leaning into her touch. She looks amused, eyes dancing, but quickly backs away when Dane steers him up the stairs and out of reach with a possessive hand on the shoulder. This was their night. One night where they could get lost in the mess of mortal party-goes, could shed their fae duties and indulge in wine and ale and sex and whatever sparkling powders that mortal men and women shove up their noses. Dane wasn’t going to let the touch of a mortal woman change that. They tumbled onto a striped sofa in a room that resembled a library, rubbing sweaty shoulders with other party-goers as Dane hauled Finn onto his lap, sliding both palms up the front of the Lunare prince’s shirt, marvelling at the way Finn’s muscles twitched under his touch. The stained glass windows cast blue, green and red shadows across the room and Finn, still grasping his half-full champagne glass, tipped the rest of the golden liquid into his mouth, surging down to capture Dane’s lips. Dane greedily lapped up the sparkling liquid, groaning into Finn’s mouth as Finn caressed the place where his wings met his shoulder blades.
They heard glass crashing behind them as a crackling announcement over a loudspeaker about the ‘cutting of the pig’ made its way upstairs. Finn vaguely remembered seeing a whole roasted pig on a stake, getting turned over and over by a woman wearing a silicone pig mask and elbow-high surgeon’s gloves. He shuddered at the thought of the mortals descending on the pig like hungry wolves, their bare, pink, fragile finger tips ripping into the flesh, tendons caught between their teeth. He buried his face in Dane’s shoulder as people chattered around them, inhaling his scent of forest and sunlight. Finn slid off Dane’s lap, suddenly desperate to find an empty bedroom where they could be entirely alone. As much as he got off on the idea that they could kiss and touch under the open air, surrounded by mortals, he wanted Dane all to himself. They stumbled into a bedroom with a four-poster bed, rucking up each other's tank tops and pulling each other in by the belt loops. Even after a summer of being together, the electricity before they fell into bed together never seemed to dim. Dane sat against the headboard, tugging down his jeans as he watched Finn crawl on all fours, dropping down to mouth at the earthy cotton of Dane’s undergarments. Mortal clothes were very uncomfortable; all of the stiff denim was making Finn’s skin crawl. He moaned softly as Dane slid a careful hand into his hair, not wanting to dislodge the Lunare crown that was balancing upon his silky head. Finn moaned softly as he wrapped his lips around Dane’s cock, rutting desperately against the plush mattress in search of friction. Dane was grunting softly under Finn’s ministrations, hands reaching out to caress Finn’s silverly wings. Finn whined, arching his back and sucking harder, lowering himself until his nose was buried in a coarse thatch of blonde curls.
He whimpered around Finn’s cock at the sensation of his wings against Dane’s fingertips, not wanting to cum just yet. They had only until dawn broke before they would be whisked back into a fae banquet hall to report back to Finn’s father. Dane pulled Finn up into his lap, fumbling with the zipper on the front of Finn’s dark-washed jeans. He grunted in frustration when the zip caught, muttering something about the inconvenience of mortal clothing. Finn could barely hear him over the constant screeching pound of the music and his own heartbeat, hammering desperately in his chest. He groaned when Dane stroked their cocks together, watching precome bead from the leaky head of his cock and seep into the crevices between Dane’s fingers. Finn gritted his teeth as Dane’s other hand came up to toy with his trembling wings, chest heaving at the thought of coming all over the front of Dane’s tank top, the thought of utterly ruining the other prince. Dane smirked and jerked his fist faster, watching Finn’s thighs twitch, and his wings beat like a hummingbird's heart, fluttering insistently, blowing soft tufts of cool Lunare air over their hunched figures. Finn whimpered and pulled Dane into a kiss, gasping into his mouth,
“I don’t- I don’t want to cum yet”, he confesses, “Need you to take me properly.”
Dane grunts and pulls them both off the bed, pushing his back against the stained glass double door into a dimly lit bathroom. There is a lovely porcelain bathtub in the centre, held up by gold lion’s paws, and some cigarettes have been left on the bathroom counter. Dane strips easily, sliding out of his tank top and kicking off his boots, throwing the offending clothing to opposite sides of the bathroom. He keeps his crown on, the gold band glinting like a winking eyeball amongst his blonde curls. Finn follows in suit, toeing off his boots and folding his jeans and tank top, leaving them in a neat pile next to the door. He can hear Dane filling up the tub, and the snck snck sound of a lighter. It’s the middle of summer, and sweat is rolling off Finn’s body in rivulets as he perches on the rim of the tub, inhaling the burnt sugar smell that cigarettes get when burnt with fae magic. Purple sparks fly from the tip of the cigarette, glinting across Dane’s pale face in highlights and shadows. Finn sighs, feeling as if he should give Dane a proper scolding,
“You know we shouldn’t be using fae magic here-” he begins, lowering his voice into one that made him sound like a military commander, “Father said-”. Dane dramatically rolls his eyes, and Finn immediately falters, his strong voice becoming slow and syrupy as Dane presses the cigarette between Finn’s parted lips,
“Father said-” he mocks, “Fucking relax, Lunare. Take a fucking drag.”
So Finn does, blowing out the smoke as he holds the cigarette tentatively between his inexperienced fingers. Fae magic was strong. Strong enough to add a pleasant zing of extra fogginess to a normal mortal cigarette. Back home, Finn didn’t smoke. Barely drank ale or wine, head buried too deep in books, scholar’s scrolls and Dane’s lap to want to be drunk or high on anything. Dane was his only vulnerability, his drug. The bathtub filled quickly with cold, clear water, and Dane stepped in, hissing lightly at the sudden temperature change. He held his hand out to Finn, who followed quickly, tucking his wings and resting against Dane’s chest. Dane immediately strokes Finn’s silverly wings, pressing kisses against the nape of his neck, murmuring pretty nothings in native fae words that sound like sunlight sparkling across the surface of a lake until Finn is panting breathlessly and grinding his ass down onto Dane’s half-hard cock. Outside, they can hear the humans screaming and hollering. The yard is littered with paper streamers, and little trees with bulbous lights make it look like a story-book reconstruction of a mundane understanding of Faerie Land. Finn turned over in Dane’s lap, pressing his lips against the Solari prince’s temple,
“Please fuck me” he murmured, leaning forward to mouth at Dane’s wings, “Want it so bad.”
Dane’s grip on Finn’s hips tightened,
“Someone could walk in-” he reasoned, gesturing to the stained glass double doors on either side of the bathroom. His breath hitched as Finn kissed his neck, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of his Adam’s apple. Dane groaned softly,
“Eager for it aren’t you Lunare?”
Finn nodded, trying to hide his blotchy face in the shadow of Dane’s shoulder. Dane murmured softly, stroking Finn’s raven hair,
“I want it to be good for you,” he said, “Exactly how you want it.”
Finn sighed. He could hear something like fireworks in the distance. Despite usually feeling cold, despite sitting in a half-full bathtub of cold water, his skin was prickling with heat every time Dane touched him. He used to think it was because Dane was a child of the sun that all Solari folk felt that way. But now more than anything, Finn felt that it was him- his body reacting to the way that Dane touched him, bringing out the repressed desires of the only son of the Lunare Kingdom. Dane made him feel things that were so out of character- so detached from who he was, from who his father and his folk wanted him to be- it felt cathartic. Dane slowly sat up in the bathtub, maneuvering them so that Finn was on his knees, gripping the edge of the tub with shaking hands as Dane drained some of the water so it lapped around their feet. Dane was wearing a leather belt as part of his costume and he stepped out of the bathtub, snagging the belt off the ground, sliding out a thin glass vial from one the many straps. Finn groaned inwardly as he watched Dane’s back muscles glint with water and moonlight,
“Don’t tell me you brought oils to the mortal realm” he tried to sound exasperated, but it came out desperate. Dane grinned as he stepped back into the bath, pressing the pad of his thumb over Finn’s rim,
“I didn’t know if they would have oils at Saltburn.”
Finn glowered, melting into a gasp as he felt Dane slide the first finger in, crooking it lovingly against Finn’s sensitive walls. His cock was twitching where it was hanging hot and heavy between his legs and the cool water, only creeping up a few inches around his knees, did nothing to quell the slow fever that overcame him whenever Dane entered his body. Finn groaned as he tried to relax, focusing on the feeling of Dane’s other hand sliding reassuringly over the small of his back and up his spine, rubbing at the sensitive skin between his wings. Finn whimpered as he felt more oil being poured directly over his hole as Dane added another finger, scissoring them until Finn was gasping wetly and his wings were trembling so much they were practically vibrating. Dane was murmuring again, soft Solari endearments that made Finn want to stay the mortal realm forever and ever if it meant hearing those words every day. Dane slid in a third, crooking his fingers to find Finn’s prostate,
“How are you feeling?” he asked, “You feeling good?”
Finn nodded desperately, fucking back against Dane’s fingers with a renewed urgency. Time felt stretched out and syrupy like taffy; he wasn’t sure how long they had until the morning. He needed Dane inside him. Now. He must have spoken aloud, because suddenly he feels the blunt head of Dane’s cock pressing against his rim and Dane’s got a handful of his hair, pulling Finn back into a filthy kiss. Dane starts a gentle pace, only speeding up when Finn is gasping and moaning and begging for more, harder, more. Finn’s wet fingers slide down the walls of the bathtub when he hears a distinctly human giggle. Dane looks up to see two human faces through the mottled red glass, hands over their mouths in a giggle. He fucks Finn harder and Finn groans. The girls flee, their heels clacking across the floorboards as they disappear down the hall. Finn, too far gone to notice, is all pink around the ears as he reaches hand down to jerk his own cock, shuddering and whining and panting as Dane bruises his hips with his large hands. Finn’s eyes are swimming with tears and his knees ache, back arching as he feels his orgasm hurtling toward him. He clenches around Dane and Dane doubles over, folding his warm body over Finn’s back as he lets out a guttural groan. Finn whimpers as he cums into the water below them, whimpering when Dane reaches around to jerk his oversensitive cock, swiping his thumb over his slit,
“What would the Lunare folk say if they saw the only son of their Kingdom on his hands and knees for the Solari prince?” he grunted. Finn keened and sobbed, panting as Dane slid out of him. He whined at the sudden loss as he turned around, confused and wanting as he watched Dane dig around in one of the large drawers below the bathroom counter. He hadn’t come yet, either, had Finn done something wrong-? Before he had the chance to ask, Finn was holding two towels, already heading over to his wrinkled pile of clothes. Finn felt the familiar sensation of bile and inadequacy rise in his throat,
“What-”
They’re interrupted by an insistent knocking on the glass doors.
“We should go outside” Dane says, tugging on his jeans, “people want to use the bathroom for actual bathroom reasons.” Finn blinks,
“But you didn’t get to cum.”
“I’m fine right now” Dane shrugs easily, pulling Finn in by the hip to press a chaste kiss to his lips, “Just wanna spend the night with you.” Finn exhales as he pulls on his own clothes, fixing his hair in the mirror until Dane tugs him out by the belt loop, smiling at the three girls in pixie costumes and cowboy boots who are standing outside the bathroom in a little cluster. They’re wearing fake elf ears. Finn wants to accuse them of fae slander. Dane tugs him along, nodding at the giggling girls,
“Sorry ladies.”
The girls giggle and wave, smelling of cigarettes and cheap wine. Finn wrinkles his nose. Mortals smelt strangely of blood, life and brevity in the way that starkly contrasted the centuries-old traditions of the fae. He let Dane guide him into the library, where guests were pulling books off the shelves and wearing gold party hats, laughing over the techno music, blaring deftly from the speakers. Something caught Finn’s eye. It was a wooden box, an exact replica of the maze in the yard. He touches a tentative fingertip to one of the silver metal balls as Dane kisses his throat. Finn looks out into the yard. Even through the blurry glass, the sheer mass of people is wholly visible. He inhales sharply at the thought of kissing Dane, holding him, being fucked by him amongst the slew of people. And yet he feels horribly embarrassed. He knows he’s probably drunk and a little high. The mortal realm did that to him, Saltburn did that to him, this world that he wasn’t ever allowed to touch. The rigid box in which he was born, one that grew around him in straight lines and cubic inches, never in curves or forgiving crevices. As the Lunare Crown Prince, he had no room for mistakes. No time for sex or women. No time to even touch himself. But now he had it. He was holding it in his hands. He had just been fucked within an inch of his life in a fucking bathtub. Dane’s lips were touching his skin.
It's easy to get lost in Saltburn.
Finn shudders, pointing at the maze with a firm finger,
“I want to go in there.”
Dane smiles, his curls bouncing as he lead Finn down the stairs without a backward glance, shouldering through the party guests and their ill-designed fae costumes, a wide grin stretched across his lips. The entrance of the maze was tall and dark, threatening to swallow them as they walked in hand in hand. Finn was reminded of the dark forests between the borderlands of the Lunare and Solari Kingdoms, half-expecting a stag to jump out at them from the shadows. Away from the party and lights, the only thing that lit their path was the moonlight and their wings, glinting with the anticipation of pleasure. By the time they reach the centre, they’re tugging off each other's clothes, pawing at belts and zippers, kicking off their boots until their bare feet strike the dewy ground. The grass feels plush underneath them, and maybe it was the nature in the mortal realm that was reacting to them, acknowledging them as princes of the fae. Finn backed Dane against the back of the Minator statue, tugging down his pants with urgent fingers. He was desperate to get his mouth around the Solari prince, desperate to take him all the way down until his eyes watered and he wanted to gag. Finn wrapped his lips around the head of Dane’s cock as he blinked up at the Solari prince, moaning around Dane’s cock. Dane was looking down at him like he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, burying his fingers into Finn’s hair and tugging until Finn was flush with the golden curls at the base of Dane’s cock. Finn felt his own cock start to chub up in his pants and he leaned forward, grinding his crotch against Dane’s ankle as he swirled his tongue around the base. Dane groaned, hips thrusting forward to meet Finn’s lips, he fucked his mouth slowly, marvelling at the way Finn’s eyes glazed over after the first couple of thrusts, desperate to please.
Dane thought of the first time he had seen Finn, how uptight and traditional he was, how desperate he was for father’s approval, for anyone’s approval. Dane grunted as he thrust harder, his grip in Finn’s hair tightening. He could feel the warm of the sun moving closer and closer, inching further and further up toward the horizon. He could feel it in his bones, in his wings, prickling behind his eyes as an urgent reminder that their time was borrowed. They didn’t have forever. Dane gritted his teeth as Finn pulled back to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the shiny tip of Dane’s cock with Finn’s full bottom lip. Finn whimpered as he undid the front of his pants, urgently stroking his own cock as he latched onto Finn again, tracing the vein on the underside of his cock with renewed interest. Dane growled when Finn swallowed him down again, tugging Finn off,
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum”
Finn whimpered and opened his mouth, his pink tongue lolling out onto his lip,
“In my mouth” he whimpered and Dane lost it, frantically jerking his cock until he came all over Finn’s face. Most of it landed in his mouth and over his lips, some landing on his pale cheekbones. Dane looked down to see that Finn had cum all the grass underneath him, his leaking cock still jerking with the after shocks of his orgasm. Dane leaned down to kiss him, wiping the cum off his cheek with a gentle thumb. He could taste his own release in Finn’s mouth, and the thought of claiming Finn as his own burned a slow fire in his gut. The sun was starting to rise. Soon, they would have to go home. Finn pulled Dane down onto the grass, curling against Dane’s chest next to the statue. Dane ran a hand through Finn’s hair, kissing his hairline. Finn sighed contentledly, reaching down to pull his boots back on. They lay there, holding each other, waiting for the morning to come. In the distance, he could still hear the techno music and smell the smoke from that goddamn roasting pig. Humans had no respect for natural beings. And strangely, Finn was jealous of them.
Dane sighed softly,
“Your forehead is creased, Lunare. What are you thinking about?”
Finn thought of a million sarcastic answers.
Tariffs. Taxes. Realm meetings. His father’s many wives. The pile of scrolls on his desk that he had left abandoned. Princely duties.
Finn thought of his real answers.
Curly golden hair. The smell of sunlight. Soft skin. The tang of champagne on his tongue. Sweat. Being bent over in a bathtub. The purple, sparkling end of Dane’s cigarette. The inevitable separation that was dawning on them. Bath water-
Wait.
Fuck.
Bath water.
They hadn’t pulled the plug.
Finn went white,
“We didn’t fucking pull the plug after I came-”
Dane looked up uncomprehendingly and then started laughing. Finn blushed,
“It’s not fucking funny!” he snapped, “We left traces of-”
“I doubt fae semen is magical, Lunare” Dane said through squawking laughter, “I can’t believe that’s what you’re worried about. So uptight.”
Finn looked up toward the rapidly rising sun.
Fuck.
They sure as hell didn’t have enough time to go and clean the evidence. He exhaled shakily as Dane rubbed a reassuring hand over his shoulder,
“Fucking calm down, Your Highness. It’s Saltburn. It doesn’t matter.”
Finn sighed as he felt his body start to shimmer. The sign that they were going to be back in the realms. Possibly land face-first into the banquet hall. Finn hastily thought of a respectable list of things to report back to his father. As the maze started to blur and Dane’s hand on his body felt further and further away, Finn wished it would have lasted longer. Maybe it would always be this way with Dane. Even the infinite time on the land of the fae would not be enough.