Christian and Cillian. Catching Up
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palacechristianChristian didn't bother waiting for the lift, he took the stairs--flying down them two at a time, buzzing from pent-up energy that he'd not managed to expend through exercise this morning. He'd pay for it tomorrow, he knew, when he went to stretch and his joints complained, but for now the stairs would have to serve. The hall outside Cillian's room was empty as he knocked, hoping the lad was here and not off somewhere studying.
Cillian is restringing his violin and humming to himself a half formed tune that he intends to try out on the violin when he hears the knock. "Come in," he calls, not looking up as he finishes up the last string, biting his lip in concentration as it gives him some trouble.
Christian ducks in through the door and shuts it behind him. "Hey." he calls out, seeing that Cillian is more than a little immersed in what he's doing. "Am I in the bad books or do I merit a kiss?"
Smiling when he hears Christian's voice, Cillian manages to get the last string in place and put the violin down gently before quickly moving over to the prince. "I'm sorry." He's still smiling as he presses against him for a kiss though. "I was almost done..."
Christian finally relaxes, the tension of the last twelve hours washing away as he slips his arms around Cillian's waist and leans into the kiss. His head is still aching like fury and will for days, he knows that. No medication prescribable for this particular ailment, but a hug and a kiss are just what the doctor would order. The soft lips beneath his own are a real pleasure and it's with a great deal of reluctance that he breaks off, pulling his head back and saying, "So? What's new?" he smiles. "What'd I miss?"
"You're tense," Cillian comments with a touch of disapproval, but grins a bit at the question. "Um...couple of things I guess. Come on." The boy tugs him over to the bed so they can sit down. "First though--is Johnny okay? I felt bad leaving him...but he didn't want me to stay, and I didn't think pushing it was a good idea..." He knows it's probably a source of the tenseness in the prince, but he does want to know if Johnny is okay...he won't push any further than that.
Grateful for the seat, despite having not long woken up, Christian sits next to Cillian, his hand making a seesaw gesture. "Okay and not." he says. "That's why I missed last night." he apologizes. "I dropped in to see him and . . . well, he was on the balcony rail. But he's okay." he hastened to add. "At least I hope so. He was brighter this morning." Setting aside his worry about the poor kid upstairs, he turns to Cillian and speaks more positively. "So, c'mon. Tell me." He gives Cillian a soft poke with his finger as a teasing encouragement.
Cillian is glad to hear he's okay--well, as okay as he can be considering. He squeaks and tries to move away when he's poked. "What is it that makes people want to poke me!?" He sticks his tongue out at Christian. "I had my Test with David...and I'm a Level 6 now." The boy beams a bit when he says that. "And he thinks I might should specialize in massage--which I'd like to try out on you, but..." Cillian blushes. "David said I might want to wait until after my auction to do that."
Christian laughs and leans back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. "He's a wise, wise man, is David." he chuckles. "He's right, I'm sad to say. Much as I could use a rubdown right now, it's probably not the safest bet. But Level Six, eh? That's brilliant. No more sneaking." he winks.
Cillian stretches out next to Christian on his side, head resting on his hand. "Yes...I guess he is right--much as I'd not like him to be in this case. He says I've picked up quite a lot in my massage course though." Cillian smiles a bit, blushing. "But yes...no more sneaking--though that was kind of fun, just a little nerve wracking." The boy reaches out and brushes his fingers through Christian's hair. "And my cousin emailed me--she's coming to see me this Saturday, and she's going to interview to see about working in admin here at Palace." He doesn't say it, but it's obvious how happy the idea of Kate coming and getting to see her makes the boy.
"That's good." Christian leans into the stroke as Cillian's light touch sends a shiver down his spine. "I'm sure you'll be happy to have some family in the building, eh?" he grins, pressing a soft kiss to the hand that he's captured. "You know," he says casually as he rolls over to be closer, his arm coming to rest on Cillian's waist. "This is just a flying visit." He shifts his body over until they're almost pressed together and his hand fiddles at the waistband of Cillian's pants. "I've got to go upstairs, see my father . . ." he over dramatizes. "Busy, busy day." he adds with mock sadness. "But I've got a little time and . . . ." his fingers glide beneath the cloth " . . . I could use a few pointers about massage. Giving them, that is." he grins as his head descends and his tongue darts out against Cillian's throat.
Cillian responds to Christian's closeness immediately, watching him carefully--pouting softly when Christian says it's just a flying visit, though he's quickly distracted as the other man presses against him, cheeks flushing a bit as Christian's fingers find his waistband. Cillian whimpers softly as fingers stroke against bare skin and Christian's tongue is on his throat. As if he could say no to this, or had any kind of real power of speech at all. He shifts so he can bring their lips together in answer, hips canting forward a bit.
"So," Christian's voice is husky, his lips pressed to Cillian's ear as he pushes aside the cloth and reaches beneath to grasp his already half-hard cock and stroking it's girth. "Am I doing this right? Soft, gentle circular strokes, soothing away tension? Or is this more like it?" His fingers curl around the base and move up to the tip, his thumb sliding across the moisture-laden head and the hand moving downward again. "I could go faster?" he offers with a soft chuckle. "Might lessen the strain."
Cillian whimpers softly--as much from Christian's words as from what he's doing, his cock hardening fully almost instantly. The boy's hips thrust a bit as he clings to the prince, a moan escaping--Christian can't really expect him to speak can he? "Just don't stop," he manages, brain clouded with the pleasure and the nearness of his lover's body, the husky sound of his voice.
"Oh, I won't." Christian's teasing promise is a whisper in Cillian's ear. "Not until I'm sure I've got this right." His tongue leaves a trail of moisture from Cillian's throat to his nipple, pebble-hard and dark in contrast to the paler flesh around it. He teases the nub with his tongue, his hand sliding with ease up and down Cillian's throbbing cock, the friction eased by the clear liquid leaking from the tip and the strokes coming hard and fast. He feels the lad's heart racing in his chest and slides back up to plunge his tongue into the open, panting mouth. "Come for me," he urges between licks and nibbles at Cillian's swollen bottom lip.
Cillian whimpers brokenly when Christian's mouth closes on his nipple, causing his hips to buck at the added pleasure. God...he's so close and it feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest. When Christian kisses him, he returns it hungrily, one hand tangling in the prince's hair. And when he utters those words...Cillian isn't sure he could have held back even if he wanted to. Crying out as he presses his forehead to Christian’s, the boy comes hard, shuddering against his lover.
Smiling into the kiss, Christian milks Cillian's cock of every last drop and holds him until the tremors subside and his heart rate returns to something approaching normal. "Mmm." he murmurs, his nose pressed to Cillian's cheek. "That was nice."
Cillian giggles softly, breathlessly, and then kisses Christian again--still pressed close. "Yes it was," he murmurs, nuzzling against the prince's neck, letting a hand spider walk down his chest.
Pulling his hand up and out of the front of Cillian's pants, Christian captures the wandering fingers and brings them to his mouth for a kiss. "Oh no you don't." he smiles. "That was my gift to you." He rolls onto his back, away from Cillian's temptations but keeps his hand trapped in his own against his chest. "I have to go in a minute," he sighs, turning his head to look at the blue-eyed lad beside him. "Don't want to but . . ."
Cillian makes a soft sound of disappointment when Christian stops him, frowning slightly at the other man. He doesn't press the issue, though he does move closer when Christian keeps hold of his hand. "You can't stay just a little longer?" he asks hopefully.
"Maybe a minute or two." Christian grins. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing in mind, I guess...I just like being with you," Cillian responds with a blush, looking down at his hand in Christian's.
"Mmm. Me too," Christian moves suddenly, tugging at Cillian's arm and pulling him close enough that he can slide the lad to lay half on top of him. "I'm trusting you to behave," he admonishes lightly with a grin on his face. "None of your funny business, minx, or I'll spank you." Just to prove his point, he gives Cillian's ass the tiniest of taps with the flat of his hand before stealing a kiss, his free hand carding through the soft tumble of hair.
Cillian gives a soft eep, and then giggles as Christian drags him where he wants him. "I thought you liked it when I tried the funny business...hey!" he yelps more in surprise than anything when Christian taps his arse lightly, though it turns into a giggle again. The small laugh is silenced by the prince's kiss though and Cillian sighs into it, tilting his head into the hand in his hair.
Drawing his knees up onto the bed so that Cillian is cradled between his thighs Christian has both his hands free to slide through the dark strands of the boy’s hair, gripping his head between them as he enjoys the slip of tongues playing against one another and the soft heat of mingled breath. "Mmm," he says again when they come up for air. "I could happily stay here all day doing that." He cocks his head to one side, studying Cillian's face. "Speaking of happy, you look it. More . . . at peace."
When Christian's hands slide fully into his hair, Cillian whimpers softly and presses closer--his weakness. The boy smiles at Christian's words--he'd be more than happy to spend a day doing this too. The thought makes him shiver. He blushes a bit at Christian's intense scrutiny though, squirming against him a little. His brow furrows (in thought, not a frown) when Christian says that. "Well, you know it's all your fault of course," he pretends to huff, then smiles. "I guess I am a bit. I don't know why--I mean, what one thing it is or anything. I always feel pretty good when you show up, but I think it's Kate too...I was missing everyone pretty badly. I haven't seen her much since she went away to service, and I still can’t believe she’s actually interviewing to work here."
"Yeah." Christian says softly after considering Cillian's words. "There's nothing like family. I know I missed mine when . . ." he shrugs "well, when I was away. Still," he brightens again. "I heard on the grapevine that my little sister is in town, so I've got an overabundance of relatives at the moment. I could lend you one or two?" he grins, eyes lit with good humor.
Cillian grins a bit at Christian's offer to lend him a relative. "I think one cousin might do me fine," he states, nuzzling closer, then just laying his head on the prince's chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Katie's great--she's very steady, very confident. And apparently she's in possession of a care package...which should be interesting."
Christian's smile turns to outright laughter. "A care package? Interesting? Good choice of word's there," he chuckles. "My mother used to send me boxes when I was at one of the outstations. You wouldn't believe some of the useless stuff she put in them."
"Well, this is from my mother...so...I'm imagining something similar...still--it's nice to know she sent it. I miss my mother." Cillian shifts against Christian, resting his chin on the prince's chest and looking up at him.
"Me too." Christian looks down, seeing the bright blue eyes staring up at him makes him smile again. "We're in danger of getting all maudlin here,” he tells him. "Tell me what your cousin does. What job is she hoping to get?"
"No, no maudlin here," Cillian agrees, nibbling on his lip. "She works in administration--I think she was the assistant of someone who owns a pleasure house elsewhere. She's got an interview with someone named Mads...he keeps coming up in conversations I have, it's strange...about being his assistant--over in the East wing."
"Mads? Mads is cool." Christian tells him. "And I'll just bet he needs an assistant. He's in charge over there now. Probably swamped. You've not met Mads? Bet you've seen his hawk in the gardens though. Beautiful lady, name of Freya." He finished speaking and just stroked his hands through Cillian's hair, smiling to himself.
It takes Cillian a moment to respond when Christian starts stroking his hair again. "Hmm...Freya? Yes...met Freya--at least I'm pretty sure I did. That's who Ioan said the hawk was that came up to us. She was throwing buttons at him...Mads is his Votary." Among other things, Cillian thinks to himself--but it's not his place to say that.
Christian has to think for a minute who Ioan is, and then he remembers. "Ioan. Dark guy, curly hair? Smart mouth?" he laughs. "Yeah, I've met him too. I . . ." he's cut off by his com beeping with a reminder and he sighs. "Damn. That's my warning tone. I've got a meeting upstairs with my father and Sean."
"Well...he wasn't that smart with me, but with the hawk, yeah..." Cillian pouts, but he's already starting to slide off of Christian a bit when he says what the beep is for. "I guess that means you really do have to go now, huh?"
"It does." Christian sits up, trying to comb some order into his hair with his fingers. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls Cillian forward into the circle of his arms and kisses his navel. "I'm going to try and see what I can arrange about Johnny. I don't think he's a danger to himself, but I'd hate it if . . . you know. He needs someone to keep an eye on him." Looking up, he smiles. "Give me a bit more free time too." He waggles an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to lick at Cillian's belly and he grins.
"Eee...don't do that if you have to go!" Cillian exclaims, squirming as Christian's tongue laps at his belly. He tangles his fingers in Christian's hair, giggling--tugging lightly, half-heartedly. He looks down at the prince, nodding. "Yes, better safe than sorry yeah?" He smiles. "More free time, so that means I might get more than a flying visit? Maybe even a warning beep on your com?" he giggles.
Christian's tongue is in his cheek and he gives a wry smile as he reluctantly pulls away. He takes out his com and pantomimes opening his appointment book. "I could fit you in next week . . ." he deadpans.
Cillian swats at him, laughing. "You're mean!" He sticks his tongue out, and then leans in to steal another kiss before sitting back.
Ducking the blow and getting to his feet, Christian puts the com away and holds out his hand. "Walk me to the door?" he chuckles. When they get there, he pulls Cillian into his arms and bends his head to sample the wares he's so reluctant to leave. "Got to go,” he sighs, his chin resting on Cillian's head for a moment before he steps back. "I'll call you, yeah? Soon as I can." Stepping outside, he waits for the door to close before wandering away, his footsteps not speeding up until he reaches the common area.
Cillian is restringing his violin and humming to himself a half formed tune that he intends to try out on the violin when he hears the knock. "Come in," he calls, not looking up as he finishes up the last string, biting his lip in concentration as it gives him some trouble.
Christian ducks in through the door and shuts it behind him. "Hey." he calls out, seeing that Cillian is more than a little immersed in what he's doing. "Am I in the bad books or do I merit a kiss?"
Smiling when he hears Christian's voice, Cillian manages to get the last string in place and put the violin down gently before quickly moving over to the prince. "I'm sorry." He's still smiling as he presses against him for a kiss though. "I was almost done..."
Christian finally relaxes, the tension of the last twelve hours washing away as he slips his arms around Cillian's waist and leans into the kiss. His head is still aching like fury and will for days, he knows that. No medication prescribable for this particular ailment, but a hug and a kiss are just what the doctor would order. The soft lips beneath his own are a real pleasure and it's with a great deal of reluctance that he breaks off, pulling his head back and saying, "So? What's new?" he smiles. "What'd I miss?"
"You're tense," Cillian comments with a touch of disapproval, but grins a bit at the question. "Um...couple of things I guess. Come on." The boy tugs him over to the bed so they can sit down. "First though--is Johnny okay? I felt bad leaving him...but he didn't want me to stay, and I didn't think pushing it was a good idea..." He knows it's probably a source of the tenseness in the prince, but he does want to know if Johnny is okay...he won't push any further than that.
Grateful for the seat, despite having not long woken up, Christian sits next to Cillian, his hand making a seesaw gesture. "Okay and not." he says. "That's why I missed last night." he apologizes. "I dropped in to see him and . . . well, he was on the balcony rail. But he's okay." he hastened to add. "At least I hope so. He was brighter this morning." Setting aside his worry about the poor kid upstairs, he turns to Cillian and speaks more positively. "So, c'mon. Tell me." He gives Cillian a soft poke with his finger as a teasing encouragement.
Cillian is glad to hear he's okay--well, as okay as he can be considering. He squeaks and tries to move away when he's poked. "What is it that makes people want to poke me!?" He sticks his tongue out at Christian. "I had my Test with David...and I'm a Level 6 now." The boy beams a bit when he says that. "And he thinks I might should specialize in massage--which I'd like to try out on you, but..." Cillian blushes. "David said I might want to wait until after my auction to do that."
Christian laughs and leans back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. "He's a wise, wise man, is David." he chuckles. "He's right, I'm sad to say. Much as I could use a rubdown right now, it's probably not the safest bet. But Level Six, eh? That's brilliant. No more sneaking." he winks.
Cillian stretches out next to Christian on his side, head resting on his hand. "Yes...I guess he is right--much as I'd not like him to be in this case. He says I've picked up quite a lot in my massage course though." Cillian smiles a bit, blushing. "But yes...no more sneaking--though that was kind of fun, just a little nerve wracking." The boy reaches out and brushes his fingers through Christian's hair. "And my cousin emailed me--she's coming to see me this Saturday, and she's going to interview to see about working in admin here at Palace." He doesn't say it, but it's obvious how happy the idea of Kate coming and getting to see her makes the boy.
"That's good." Christian leans into the stroke as Cillian's light touch sends a shiver down his spine. "I'm sure you'll be happy to have some family in the building, eh?" he grins, pressing a soft kiss to the hand that he's captured. "You know," he says casually as he rolls over to be closer, his arm coming to rest on Cillian's waist. "This is just a flying visit." He shifts his body over until they're almost pressed together and his hand fiddles at the waistband of Cillian's pants. "I've got to go upstairs, see my father . . ." he over dramatizes. "Busy, busy day." he adds with mock sadness. "But I've got a little time and . . . ." his fingers glide beneath the cloth " . . . I could use a few pointers about massage. Giving them, that is." he grins as his head descends and his tongue darts out against Cillian's throat.
Cillian responds to Christian's closeness immediately, watching him carefully--pouting softly when Christian says it's just a flying visit, though he's quickly distracted as the other man presses against him, cheeks flushing a bit as Christian's fingers find his waistband. Cillian whimpers softly as fingers stroke against bare skin and Christian's tongue is on his throat. As if he could say no to this, or had any kind of real power of speech at all. He shifts so he can bring their lips together in answer, hips canting forward a bit.
"So," Christian's voice is husky, his lips pressed to Cillian's ear as he pushes aside the cloth and reaches beneath to grasp his already half-hard cock and stroking it's girth. "Am I doing this right? Soft, gentle circular strokes, soothing away tension? Or is this more like it?" His fingers curl around the base and move up to the tip, his thumb sliding across the moisture-laden head and the hand moving downward again. "I could go faster?" he offers with a soft chuckle. "Might lessen the strain."
Cillian whimpers softly--as much from Christian's words as from what he's doing, his cock hardening fully almost instantly. The boy's hips thrust a bit as he clings to the prince, a moan escaping--Christian can't really expect him to speak can he? "Just don't stop," he manages, brain clouded with the pleasure and the nearness of his lover's body, the husky sound of his voice.
"Oh, I won't." Christian's teasing promise is a whisper in Cillian's ear. "Not until I'm sure I've got this right." His tongue leaves a trail of moisture from Cillian's throat to his nipple, pebble-hard and dark in contrast to the paler flesh around it. He teases the nub with his tongue, his hand sliding with ease up and down Cillian's throbbing cock, the friction eased by the clear liquid leaking from the tip and the strokes coming hard and fast. He feels the lad's heart racing in his chest and slides back up to plunge his tongue into the open, panting mouth. "Come for me," he urges between licks and nibbles at Cillian's swollen bottom lip.
Cillian whimpers brokenly when Christian's mouth closes on his nipple, causing his hips to buck at the added pleasure. God...he's so close and it feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest. When Christian kisses him, he returns it hungrily, one hand tangling in the prince's hair. And when he utters those words...Cillian isn't sure he could have held back even if he wanted to. Crying out as he presses his forehead to Christian’s, the boy comes hard, shuddering against his lover.
Smiling into the kiss, Christian milks Cillian's cock of every last drop and holds him until the tremors subside and his heart rate returns to something approaching normal. "Mmm." he murmurs, his nose pressed to Cillian's cheek. "That was nice."
Cillian giggles softly, breathlessly, and then kisses Christian again--still pressed close. "Yes it was," he murmurs, nuzzling against the prince's neck, letting a hand spider walk down his chest.
Pulling his hand up and out of the front of Cillian's pants, Christian captures the wandering fingers and brings them to his mouth for a kiss. "Oh no you don't." he smiles. "That was my gift to you." He rolls onto his back, away from Cillian's temptations but keeps his hand trapped in his own against his chest. "I have to go in a minute," he sighs, turning his head to look at the blue-eyed lad beside him. "Don't want to but . . ."
Cillian makes a soft sound of disappointment when Christian stops him, frowning slightly at the other man. He doesn't press the issue, though he does move closer when Christian keeps hold of his hand. "You can't stay just a little longer?" he asks hopefully.
"Maybe a minute or two." Christian grins. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing in mind, I guess...I just like being with you," Cillian responds with a blush, looking down at his hand in Christian's.
"Mmm. Me too," Christian moves suddenly, tugging at Cillian's arm and pulling him close enough that he can slide the lad to lay half on top of him. "I'm trusting you to behave," he admonishes lightly with a grin on his face. "None of your funny business, minx, or I'll spank you." Just to prove his point, he gives Cillian's ass the tiniest of taps with the flat of his hand before stealing a kiss, his free hand carding through the soft tumble of hair.
Cillian gives a soft eep, and then giggles as Christian drags him where he wants him. "I thought you liked it when I tried the funny business...hey!" he yelps more in surprise than anything when Christian taps his arse lightly, though it turns into a giggle again. The small laugh is silenced by the prince's kiss though and Cillian sighs into it, tilting his head into the hand in his hair.
Drawing his knees up onto the bed so that Cillian is cradled between his thighs Christian has both his hands free to slide through the dark strands of the boy’s hair, gripping his head between them as he enjoys the slip of tongues playing against one another and the soft heat of mingled breath. "Mmm," he says again when they come up for air. "I could happily stay here all day doing that." He cocks his head to one side, studying Cillian's face. "Speaking of happy, you look it. More . . . at peace."
When Christian's hands slide fully into his hair, Cillian whimpers softly and presses closer--his weakness. The boy smiles at Christian's words--he'd be more than happy to spend a day doing this too. The thought makes him shiver. He blushes a bit at Christian's intense scrutiny though, squirming against him a little. His brow furrows (in thought, not a frown) when Christian says that. "Well, you know it's all your fault of course," he pretends to huff, then smiles. "I guess I am a bit. I don't know why--I mean, what one thing it is or anything. I always feel pretty good when you show up, but I think it's Kate too...I was missing everyone pretty badly. I haven't seen her much since she went away to service, and I still can’t believe she’s actually interviewing to work here."
"Yeah." Christian says softly after considering Cillian's words. "There's nothing like family. I know I missed mine when . . ." he shrugs "well, when I was away. Still," he brightens again. "I heard on the grapevine that my little sister is in town, so I've got an overabundance of relatives at the moment. I could lend you one or two?" he grins, eyes lit with good humor.
Cillian grins a bit at Christian's offer to lend him a relative. "I think one cousin might do me fine," he states, nuzzling closer, then just laying his head on the prince's chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Katie's great--she's very steady, very confident. And apparently she's in possession of a care package...which should be interesting."
Christian's smile turns to outright laughter. "A care package? Interesting? Good choice of word's there," he chuckles. "My mother used to send me boxes when I was at one of the outstations. You wouldn't believe some of the useless stuff she put in them."
"Well, this is from my mother...so...I'm imagining something similar...still--it's nice to know she sent it. I miss my mother." Cillian shifts against Christian, resting his chin on the prince's chest and looking up at him.
"Me too." Christian looks down, seeing the bright blue eyes staring up at him makes him smile again. "We're in danger of getting all maudlin here,” he tells him. "Tell me what your cousin does. What job is she hoping to get?"
"No, no maudlin here," Cillian agrees, nibbling on his lip. "She works in administration--I think she was the assistant of someone who owns a pleasure house elsewhere. She's got an interview with someone named Mads...he keeps coming up in conversations I have, it's strange...about being his assistant--over in the East wing."
"Mads? Mads is cool." Christian tells him. "And I'll just bet he needs an assistant. He's in charge over there now. Probably swamped. You've not met Mads? Bet you've seen his hawk in the gardens though. Beautiful lady, name of Freya." He finished speaking and just stroked his hands through Cillian's hair, smiling to himself.
It takes Cillian a moment to respond when Christian starts stroking his hair again. "Hmm...Freya? Yes...met Freya--at least I'm pretty sure I did. That's who Ioan said the hawk was that came up to us. She was throwing buttons at him...Mads is his Votary." Among other things, Cillian thinks to himself--but it's not his place to say that.
Christian has to think for a minute who Ioan is, and then he remembers. "Ioan. Dark guy, curly hair? Smart mouth?" he laughs. "Yeah, I've met him too. I . . ." he's cut off by his com beeping with a reminder and he sighs. "Damn. That's my warning tone. I've got a meeting upstairs with my father and Sean."
"Well...he wasn't that smart with me, but with the hawk, yeah..." Cillian pouts, but he's already starting to slide off of Christian a bit when he says what the beep is for. "I guess that means you really do have to go now, huh?"
"It does." Christian sits up, trying to comb some order into his hair with his fingers. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls Cillian forward into the circle of his arms and kisses his navel. "I'm going to try and see what I can arrange about Johnny. I don't think he's a danger to himself, but I'd hate it if . . . you know. He needs someone to keep an eye on him." Looking up, he smiles. "Give me a bit more free time too." He waggles an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to lick at Cillian's belly and he grins.
"Eee...don't do that if you have to go!" Cillian exclaims, squirming as Christian's tongue laps at his belly. He tangles his fingers in Christian's hair, giggling--tugging lightly, half-heartedly. He looks down at the prince, nodding. "Yes, better safe than sorry yeah?" He smiles. "More free time, so that means I might get more than a flying visit? Maybe even a warning beep on your com?" he giggles.
Christian's tongue is in his cheek and he gives a wry smile as he reluctantly pulls away. He takes out his com and pantomimes opening his appointment book. "I could fit you in next week . . ." he deadpans.
Cillian swats at him, laughing. "You're mean!" He sticks his tongue out, and then leans in to steal another kiss before sitting back.
Ducking the blow and getting to his feet, Christian puts the com away and holds out his hand. "Walk me to the door?" he chuckles. When they get there, he pulls Cillian into his arms and bends his head to sample the wares he's so reluctant to leave. "Got to go,” he sighs, his chin resting on Cillian's head for a moment before he steps back. "I'll call you, yeah? Soon as I can." Stepping outside, he waits for the door to close before wandering away, his footsteps not speeding up until he reaches the common area.
