Page 115 of The Frog Prince

“Even if they don’t,” Alwin said, “just take it as a blanket statement that I always want you.”

“Green is my favorite color, and to see it on the skin of my favorite person is the best bonus.”

“Now you’re just saying things.” Alwin squirmed and Otto shook his head, leaning his head down to kiss Alwin’s shoulder. Scrapes and bruises still littered his skin, and Alwin felt him linger on each one, kissing the remaining pain away.

“Any shape of you,” he said between kisses, “is exactly what I want.”

Alwin shivered at the feeling of Otto’s breath on his skin, and he tilted his head back to allow Otto more room to kiss and nip at his neck. Alwin wrapped his arms around Otto’s neck and pulled him closer, breathing hard.

“I love you,” Otto said against Alwin’s collarbone.

“I love you too, young master,” Alwin whispered.

“You still owe me an explanation, you know,” Otto said, warm breath heating Alwin’s skin. “Why young master?”

“Because it’s what you are. The master of my heart, my love…my fate. You have been since the very start.”

“Alwin…” Otto said, moving to look him in the eye, but Alwin pushed his fingers into his thick hair to hold him in place.

“Please,” Alwin said, voice thick and heavy with emotion. With need. With want.

“Please what, my prince?” Otto asked, catching the tendon of Alwin’s neck right next to his throat sac between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug.

“I want you.” Alwin shifted until he could climb into Otto’s lap fully, so unused to just asking for things but knowing he would be heard with Otto.

His legs wrapped around Otto’s waist, and their hips met, making both of them moan.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Otto said, even as his hands slid down Alwin’s back and onto his ass to pull him closer. “You’re still injured.”

“I can barely feel any pain. Just the ache for you.”

“You have a way with words,” Otto said with a smile. “You make it hard to deny you anything.”

“Then don’t deny me,” Alwin whispered, lips seeking Otto’s, meeting in the middle and swallowing whatever protest Otto tried to voice.

The kiss felt so different now that his mouth was human again. Their lips fit together perfectly, slotting against each other, tugging and biting until they were both bruised and aching. But the difference was still there too. In the shape of Alwin’s tongue that was still long and whip fast, unable to keep up with the dexterity of Otto’s as it dipped inside to taste the end of his.

“Otto…” Alwin felt the dampness between his legs spreading. Another thing he got to carry with him into his life as a human again.

“Do you want to be on top?” Otto asked, and Alwin’s brain froze.

“On top as in…inside you?” he asked. “Or just…on top?”

“Whatever will hurt you the least,” Otto said, kissing his way down Alwin’s neck to his collarbones. The slick feeling between his cheeks intensified at the thought. He hadn’t allowed himself to think about it, to hope for it. And yet…

“You’d want that? Me inside of you?”

“I want you in any and every way I can have you,” Otto said, pushing his hands beneath Alwin’s clothes and running them over heated skin.

His skilled fingers found the curve of Alwin’s spine, running down it until they reached the swell of his backside. They unbuttoned his breeches deftly, lifting Alwin up to stand above him before pushing them out of the way until he was completely naked.

“Yours too,” Alwin whispered, almost desperate to see Otto nude. To see their skin pressed together with nothing in between.

Otto lost his clothes in mere seconds under Alwin’s eager eyes. He sat in front of him like a golden treat made just for him. A prize for the prince.

“You are stunning,” Alwin said, kneeling between Otto’s calves and running his hands over his strong legs. “Sunshine and gold.”

He watched Otto’s pale skin flush under his gaze and his words, and he felt his heart thunder at the fact that he was the one making Otto feel this way. His hands climbed over Otto’s calves, fingers still sticking instead of sliding from his knees to his thighs, gripping the flesh there as he stared at what was between Otto’s legs, hard and flushed and leaking at the tip. Just for Alwin.