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          “I’m going to have them all assassinated.”

          Scott stormed into his and Jimmy’s bedchamber. At their mahogany desk, Jimmy looked up from the letter he was trying to draft. His honey-brown eyes widened, wings tight to his back as he stood. “Petal?” He asked, standing up. His head tilted to the side softly.

          Kicking off his shoes, Scott glanced at him and then sighed. He wasn’t mad at his husband. He wasn’t going to snap at him. He was mad for his husband, though. “The Council are being dicks again. They are quite insistent that my choice of spouse is not beneficial to Rivendell.”

          He went and sat down on their bed, lifting his mantle from his shoulders and then pulling off his crown. Holding the silver circlet in his hands, he looked down at it. The blue topaz centrepiece was too small to reflect his face. Despite that, he still felt the vague impulse to throw it across the room. That won’t solve anything. None of that will solve this, the only thing that will solve it is me trying to change things. The Council thinks I am as capricious as my forefathers, and I’m not. But how do I show them that I’m not going anywhere?

          The bed sank down as Jimmy sat next to him. Lifting his head, Scott turned and met his husband’s gaze. The warm, golden light of their bedroom caught in the strands of Jimmy’s hair, turning it a lovely golden-brown like the burnished gold silk Scott had once seen for sale in Mezalea. He was so beautiful. The candlelight colours of his wings seemed to shine. Despite the fact Jimmy was in Rivendell’s plain, simple sky-blue and white robes, he was still the prettiest thing that Scott had ever seen. Even just looking at him, Scott wanted.

          “I mean, Mezalea and Rivendell weren’t at war the way that the Grimlands and Rivendell were for some time.”

          With a sigh, Scott stood up and started pacing, saying, “But we’re not at war anymore because of our marriage. The Grimlands won’t touch us now because otherwise they would risk their alliance with you. Not to mention that we have a better economy, now that we have trade routes throughout the ocean, and that’s thanks to the Mezalean Ocean and Lizzie’s influence there. Mezalean ships take Rivendellian wool to different places across the seas and then our agreements are—"

          He threw his hands up with another growl. Hands settled on his hips. Gently, Jimmy placed a kiss against his cheek. Turning to him, Scott sighed and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m sorry. That sounds stressful.”

          “It’s not your fault. They’re being bags of cocks because they think I’m like my father. Too cowardly to stick around or stick to one person.” Scott rested his head against Jimmy’s collarbone, taking in the smell of warm leather and dry hay. “You were in the stables again. You smell good.”

          “Thank you.” Jimmy watched him as Scott looked up. Studying him, Scott frowned. Jimmy tilted his head again. Scott reached up, cupping his cheek. “What’s on your mind?”

          It was a dumb thing to say.

          They’d talked about it before, extensively. Eventually, they would have to provide an heir. Multiple heirs, potentially, and they both wanted children badly. They had been married for three years, their thought was that they were going to wait five to have children. Besides, Jimmy would be a fantastic father, Scott knew it already.

          “Can I get you pregnant?” Jimmy’s breath hitched, pupils dilating.

          “Do you—do you actually want a child? Or are you doing this because of the Council?” He asked.

          “I want children with you. Sticking it to the Council is just a side benefit, and this way, they can’t get rid of you.” Glancing down at his mouth, Scott added, “Besides, I think you’d be a cute father.”

          “I—okay.” Jimmy forced out. “Uhm—I guess we don’t need protection, we just—”

          Scott shoved him back onto the bed.

          Hitting the mattress with a grunt, Jimmy stared up at him, “—do that, I suppose. Ah—how do you want to start?”

          Scott got on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. His fingers undid the ties of Jimmy’s shirt. Between kisses, he said, “I want to eat you out, and then we’ll figure things out from there. Sound good?”

          Jimmy’s face had already gone pink, satisfyingly. “Y-yeah. Sounds great.”

          “Good. Help me get this off,” he tugged at Jimmy’s royal mantle. He was wearing far too many clothes. The mantle, the outer robe, the tunic, all of that needed to go. With a nod and a breathless laugh, Jimmy began to strip down as well. As he pulled off his mantle, his tunic, his robes, Scott pushed them to the side so they could rest on the ottoman, at the foot of their bed. Jimmy would be so stressed if they weren’t carefully set down. Scott divested him of his belt, helped strip off and set aside the bangles, the necklaces, the rings. His husband didn’t need any of the gemstones or jewels, it was Council requirement, but it made him look gaudy. Scott didn’t care, Jimmy would look handsome if he was dressed in the finest silks or nothing at all. (Honestly, Scott knew what he preferred.)

          Kneeling down in front of their bed, between Jimmy’s knees, Scott smiled. His husband propped himself up, staring down at him with wide eyes. His breath hitched as Scott pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “Oh.”

          “Fuck, you look so pretty.” He said, staring up at him. The flush on Jimmy’s cheeks had spread down to his neck and up to his ears. When he swallowed, Scott watched the dip of his Adam’s apple. The shadows cast on his face made him look even better.

          Scraping his teeth gently along the inside of Jimmy’s thigh, the pinkish stretch marks and soft alabaster-pale skin, Scott pressed his nose to the crease of his hip and thigh. The Council didn’t get this. Scott wasn’t doing this for them—he was doing this for him, and for Jimmy, so he cast all thoughts of the Council from his head and leaned in all the way.

          The second Scott had his tongue on his dick, Jimmy groaned. He flinched, too, shifting slightly. Scott slipped a hand under his thigh, licked at him and worked his mouth as he pulled Jimmy a little bit further apart. He pulled a hand up, teased at Jimmy’s entrance with the pad of his thumb. There was another hitch of breath, a squeeze of thighs around his head. Scott pushed against him, pushed him further apart to give him more access as he slipped his middle finger into his husband.

          He could almost laugh, really, at the way Jimmy was already falling apart. He was wet, too—so clearly, he had been thinking about this a little bit beforehand. Guess my timing is right, he thought triumphantly. It has been two weeks since his last cycle. I suppose I’ll have to just cancel everything for the next seven days or so. He found that slightly spongy spot in his husband, just far enough for him to be able to brush it with his fingertip. Pulling back, Scott added another finger, scissored them as delicately as he could. The stretch gave him a bit more give, let him get his fingers a little bit further—

          Jimmy gasped, hips rolling forward into Scott’s mouth, as he rubbed at that spot more. There it is. He pulled back for a breath, looked up at his husband. Fingers threaded into his hair—always gentle, never harsh even when Scott joked about wanting it—and soft eyes studied his face. Scott winked up at him. Shuddering, taking another breath, Jimmy shifted and then closed his eyes. There was a pulse against Scott’s mouth—not him coming, but he was close.

          “Someone’s close.” Scott said, pressing a kiss to the inside of his husband’s thigh. “Have you been thinking of me all day? It’s been two weeks, so you need to get dicked down like you always do when you’re at this point? Fuck, I wish I could make a painting of this, maybe make you see it. You’re just so pretty.”

          He wasn’t edging his husband, not by any means. He was making sure nothing hurt, working in a third finger by the other two because he was not going to risk it. Personal preference, that was all. With three fingers, he was able to hit that soft spot much easier, too. Jimmy squirmed a bit, thighs brushing Scott’s shoulders.

          “I’m going to love on you so much. You’re just so handsome, so sweet. Going to be the perfect father.” There was a soft groan.

          Scott went back to eating his husband out. The taste was a bit heady, unique. He didn’t quite know how to describe it, but he liked it. It was part of Jimmy, of course he liked it.

          Jimmy came with a soft gasp, a short little moan.

          His thighs ended up pressing into Scott again, pleasant and well-muscled. Even in the middle of an orgasm, though, he was still gentle—not too tight, Scott could pull back and shift him onto the bed more. Jimmy dropped back against the sheets, watching him with a soft smile. Cute. He was so cute, Scott wanted to hold him down to the bed and make him come until he was breathless and shaking too much to walk.

          Undoing his belt, already hard, Scott groaned and leaned in to kiss Jimmy’s neck. His husband parted his legs. Scott pulled him into his lap, pressed into him and kissed him on the mouth. He didn’t know if he tasted nice. Jimmy certainly didn’t seem to care, a hand coming up to thread into Scott’s hair again. Scott kept kissing him, started a steady pace of rolling his hips into Jimmy. Just gentle, soft thrusts, nothing too harsh. He wasn’t fucking Jimmy, he was trying to get him pregnant. Making love to him at the same time, too.

          Ducking his head to the side, Scott pressed his lips to Jimmy’s pulse point and whispered, “You’re amazing. You’re so amazing, Jimmy, I love your wings and the way they look in the sunlight. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t wait to see you be a father, can’t wait to spend my time with you for the rest of our lives, can’t wait to raise a baby with you. It’s going to be great.”

          He kept going, whispering into Jimmy’s ear as his husband rolled up into him. A hand traced down Scott’s spine, nails pressing into his lower back. He was pulled closer, Jimmy tightened up around him. There was another soft noise.

          Burying his face in the side of Jimmy’s neck, Scott groaned.

          With a shaky breath, Scott pressed another kiss to Jimmy’s jaw, then pulled out. He dropped down next to his husband, flopping against the pillows. Gentle fingers brushed his hair out of his face, away from his eyes. Opening them, he looked at Jimmy. There was a soft smile on Jimmy’s face, he returned it. “I can’t wait, either.” His lovely husband said, quietly.

          Tilting his head, Scott shifted and kissed Jimmy’s palm.