"Just one?" Sabbas whispered, "I can give you a million kisses if you ask. As many as you want and wherever you want them…" After laughing softly, he gave Edward a quick peck. Even a little kiss sent his heart soaring to the sky. His hand rested on the king, cupping his cheek. Then he went in for another brief kiss. Then another and another until it was impossible for his lips to leave Edward's. They brushed against each other. He couldn't pull away because he didn't want to. It was only him and Edward, together. Sabbas couldn't be more closer to him than the way they were now. To be in this little world of theirs, he loved it and he didn't want to step out of it.
(sorry for the wait!)
Edward's lips curled in a soft smile, and he kissed Sabbas back as the Spaniard gave him another, and another, and then they just…didn't stop. And he was… he was fine with that. He pushed thoughts of God and prayers and sin to the back of his mind, fingers curling into the soft fabric of Sabbas's clothing as he pulled the other man closer, head tipping faintly as he returned those kisses with a gentle, almost worshipful fervor of his own. Everything else could fall away, when it was just the two of them here in his chambers. He didn't have to be his majesty. He could just be Edward.
The thought of moving away from Edward was impossible. There was nowhere as divine as being with the king. His hands were tightly wrapped around Edward's waist. Excitment left his lips buzzing as his heart was pounding out of his chest. It swooned when he was being pulled closer to Edward. Sabbas swooned over any and everything about His Majesty. Most if not all of his thoughts were comprised of Edward to some extent. Eventually his lips broke away. He tried to regain his breathing but could not afford to keep his lips away. What was a small brief kiss to the temple turned into a trail of kisses going down to the left side of the king's neck.
Edward smiled happily at the kisses, though his breath caught as the kisses turned into a trail down his neck, shifting a little and angling his head to allow Sabbas easier access. His arms were still wrapped around the Spaniard, still holding him as close as he possibly could while the ambassador pressed kisses along his skin. This was… not how he had originally thought that his relations with the Spanish ambassador had gone. He had thought that it would be like with any other ambassador. But, well, clearly it was not. Not that he was complaining about that. He was very much enjoying this.
For the longest time, Sabbas had been staring at the portrait of a king. Edward. He'd stare at it whenever he met with the English ambassador then go about his day. Sometimes all he thought about where those blue eyes. Other times he thought of nothing. Not once had he considered the possibility of kissing this king. He hadn't dreamed of feeling Edward's pulse underneath his lips as he kissed the side of the king's neck. The Spaniard couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else other than in Edward's embrace. After all, he's just some bastard who was sent to maintain diplomatic relations and serve this king as well.
There was no inch of skin on the neck left bare. His lips were slow, yet they left kisses everywhere possible. What he said was true: Sabbas would kiss Edward everywhere. He would do so a million times if he could. Once again, he had to break away. The ambassador leaned over whispering into the king's ear, "How can you be so divine, Edward?" Then he kissed him on the cheek twice in between breaths. "You have lit a fire in my heart. I'd say that I wish to kiss you again, but I fear that we would be here all night."
(hnnn sorry for the really long wait)
Edward was just absolutely putty in Sabbas's arms, leaning into him and trying not to get too loud or, well, obvious in how sensitive he was to this whole thing. He hadn't really been treated like this before, and it was so strange to feel. But he was loving it, as evidenced by the way he grabbed at Sabbas's clothing, pulling him closer and leaning into him. "I have…nowhere to be. If we were to be here all night, I cannot say that I would protest it." he replied faintly, eyes half open as he loooked up at Sabbas. "For if I said that, I would be a liar."
(no worries, it's all good!)
He wouldn't mind being with Edward till the sun comes up. The feeling of the king's fingers, pulling at his clothes, bringing them together was enough to stop his heart. "As long as this is something you wish…Us in each other's arms, enjoying each other's company…" His eyes lingered on Edward. Between the king's grip, gaze, lips, and practically everything else, his entire face was flushed. The monarch could just breathe and it would cause him to be head over heels. Carefully, his finger twirled a strand of that angelic blond hair. Sabbas breathed, "Edward, I desire nothing more than to be here with you all night, yet I would like to know if this is alright with you and that you are alright as well."
Edward hummed faintly, opening his eyes to stare up at Sabbas's face, gaze tracing along his cheekbones and down to his lips, staring for a long, long moment at the other man's soft lips, the ones that he had felt all over his face and down his throat, whose touch only a few days ago he had been completely and totally unfamiliar with. And here they were now, in circumstances so different than he could have ever expected. "I am…more than alright with it." he replied softly. "There is, indeed, nothing that I could desire more, than for you to spend the rest of your night here with me."
There was no one as perfect as the man, the monarch who stood in front of him. Everytime the Spaniard stared at the king, he was swooned. He just wanted to worship him with his lips, gently pressing every inch of skin possible. His heart kept fluttering as he watched Edward's gaze. Even the soft light in the king's eyes were perfect. God was he head over heels for him. Sabbas whispered, "Even when our night is over, I am yours, Edward." Then he kissed the king on the forehead before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "And I wish to spend many more nights with you."
Edward reached up to cup Sabbas's cheek, running his thumb along his cheekbone, feeling his skin beneath his fingers. "And I would love to do the same." he responded in a soft whisper. God, this still felt too good to be true. It… it could not be true. Was this some strange, vivid dream, that he would awaken from in the morning feeling as if he had been doused in fire? He hoped not. It felt sacrilegious to pray that that was not the case. But he could hope that that was not the case.
The delicate touch of Edward's hand rivaled that of being touched by God. Sabbas wanted to worship, love him in every way he possibly could. Right in this moment, it felt like the rest of the world did not exist and it was just the two of them. He smiled, "Then I shall love you every night. Kiss your lips and feel your soft skin underneath the moonlight. Be together, wrapped in each other's arms…" Slowly, he brushed his fingers through those golden strands. Oh how he loved the feeling. If this were a dream so God help him. If it was a dream, he would spend the next morning praying for it to be a reality.
This could not be a dream. God did not send him dreams such as this, did not send him dreams that were so pleasant and loving and gentle. So, well, what could he do beyond accept that this must be real? This time spent together, these gentle touches and soft words, must be real. For what else could this be? "And what beautiful nights they shall be." he replied in return, still leaning into the Spaniard's arms, a soft smile on his lips.
