Chapter 12 #2
“Would you really be all right with that?” he asked, glancing around the room at the seven faces of the men he treasured so dearly. “I don’t see how I could ever only share my heart with one of you.”
Dagobert smiled shyly at him. “I like you,” he said softly.
Makellos felt warmth surge inside of him. “I like you too, Dagobert.”
Everyone smiled at that. Even Grim’s mouth quirked up at the edges just a bit.
“I admit that my experiences in the bedroom have been… very limited,” Makellos said, his cheeks going pink. “Or, rather, non-existent.” He ducked his head, realizing how personal he was getting. “I don’t know if that influences any of you in some way.”
“As in, if any of us are uncomfortable with a virgin?” Bernhardt said, not unkindly.
“Well, yes. For whatever reason, really,” Makellos said. “I do not wish to be a burden upon any of you.”
“Stop that,” Grim scolded, his tone sharp, and Makellos jumped. “We’ve all been there at one point or another. Ain’t no reason to be ashamed of inexperience. The question is, how do you feel about it?”
“What do you mean?” Makellos asked softly.
“I don’t know, you’re a prince. Do you have some sort of romantic fairy tale idea of what your first time would be like or who you want it to be with?” Grim asked, his eyebrows coming to a single point in the middle of his forehead as he stared almost sternly at Makellos.
“Oh, I…” Makellos flushed again, swallowing hard as he looked around the table.
“No, I don’t suppose that I do. I know some people find it special and only want to share it with one specific person, someone they really love.
But I don’t know how I would ever choose between all of you for that either.
As much as you say you’re all right with my having individual relationships, I do feel like that’s a bit unfair.
You have all been so wonderful to me, and I'd hate for anyone to feel like they are not being included or having to wait on my affections.”
“Your fairness reflects your inner beauty yet again,” said Hardwic with a smile.
“Oh, here’s an idea,” said Sigmund, holding up his hand. “I for one would love to suck that gorgeous cock of yours. Why don’t we come together, and then… come together?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Makellos felt the blush paint his face once more. “What do you mean?” he asked. Was Sigmund really suggesting that he take them all as his lovers in bed at once?
“You mean all of us at the same time?” Hardwic said.
“Well, alternate some, obviously,” Sigmund said. “Only so many hands and holes and everything.”
“Sigmund!” Der scolded, his own cheeks bright pink spots.
“What? It’s just a suggestion,” Sigmund said, holding up his hands. “Obviously it’s entirely up to the prince.”
Makellos felt his heart start to race in his chest as all eyes turned to him.
He suddenly felt like he had when Hans had trapped him against that boulder in the woods, nowhere to run, waiting for the blow to fall.
But this time, the blow was his choice. And it was not a knife coming for his heart.
And, to his surprise, he realized his cock was growing hard inside of his breeches, throbbing a little at the idea.
“Would you… all be patient with me?” he asked, the blush still coloring his cheeks.
A chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘of course’ met him, smiles all around from the men who watched him fondly. “I don’t think any of us would expect you to really be good at anything to start,” Bernhardt said, his voice kind.
“In fact, I’m all for the prince just relaxing and letting us pleasure him into oblivion,” Sigurd said, his voice playful and his smile wicked as he turned his eyes to Makellos.
“Oh, I like that idea,” Sigmund said, giving his brother a nudge.
“Are… you all right with that?” Makellos asked, glancing between them all. “I do not wish for my participation to not be enjoyable.”
“Oh, we’ll enjoy you, don’t worry,” said Grim a bit salaciously, to the surprise of everyone. His dark eyebrows lifted as he gazed around at the others all staring at him. “What?”
Even grumpy old Grimwald was excited by this plan, Makellos thought. “All right,” he said, sweeping his sunshine smile around the room. “I would be honored to take you all to bed with me.”
“All right,” Sigmund said eagerly, already rising to his feet.
“Now now,” Doc said, holding up his hand. “The prince decides when he wants to do it.”
Makellos felt his heart flutter again. “You all are so very kind. I see no reason to delay it. But I do admit I’m a little nervous.”
“That’s all right,” Sigurd said with a reassuring smile. “Whatever we can do to make you more comfortable.”
“Here’s an idea, if it appeals to you, your highness,” said Bernhardt, rubbing a hand over his beard. “What if we blindfold you? Then you can touch and taste and do whatever you’d like without knowing to whom the attention is being lavished.”
“Oh, how very devious of you, Bern,” said Grim with a snort.
“But it would be entirely fair,” Der said thoughtfully. “Provided, of course, the prince is all right with that.”
All eyes suddenly turned to Makellos again, and he felt the heat burn in his face even as a smile tugged the corners of his lips upward. “Yes,” he said softly, his cock now fully at attention in his breeches, apparently very on board with this new plan.
“Excellent,” said Der with a clap of his hands. “I’ve got a lovely silk scarf I’ve been saving that will do quite nicely as a blindfold and should be quite comfortable.”
“Getting all fancy on us, doc,” Sigurd teased.
“And we all understand, no means no,” Hardwic added, his usual cheerful face strangely serious. “Stop is stop. We do not ever wish to hurt you, your highness. We want you to feel safe in our hands.”
“I do. I trust you all,” Makellos said softly. He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling a little nervousness in the pit of his stomach. “But would you…?” His voice trailed off.
All seven of the little men leaned in toward him. “What?” asked Hardwic and Der at the same time.
“Would you all please call me Snow? I would like to forget that I am a prince for while.”
Another chorus of agreements and ‘still a silly name’ from Grim met him, and Snow beamed. “Thank you. How… shall we do this?”
“Would you like to get undressed first?” Hardwic asked.
“I suppose I am not very used to being naked around other people,” Makellos said with a laugh.
“It’s quite refreshing sometimes,” said Hardwic. “Especially here with each other, where we don’t get judged for our bodies.”
Makellos nodded. Perhaps once he was naked, he would feel a little less unsure of this whole thing. He took off his waistcoat, then his shirtsleeves, baring his torso. Several whoops and wolf-whistles went up, and he ducked his head shyly. “I’m certain it’s not that incredible.”
“You really are the fairest in the land,” Bernhardt said appreciatively, and the others murmured their assent.
Makellos blushed, setting the clothes aside, then toed off his boots, and lastly, reached to undo his breeches.
He took a deep breath as he finished undoing the fastenings, and then slid them slowly down his legs.
Dagobert reached out and took them from him with a smile, and Makellos gave him a slightly nervous one in return.
He resisted the urge to cover himself, instead straightening his back as he had always been taught a prince should, aware that his cock was standing fully at attention as well between his legs.
“Damn, we better get this going, or I’m not going to last long enough,” said Sigmund with a flirty wink at Makellos.
The prince laughed softly, which seemed to break the tension inside of him.
For all of his mother’s talk of beauty and being the definition of perfection, he had never really considered himself to be the object of anyone’s sexual attraction.
“We’re going to make you feel so good,” Sigurd purred.
Makellos flushed. “I know you will.”
Der moved over to the dresser, rooting around for a moment, before he pulled put a long, red silk scarf that shimmered in the light from the lantern.
Makellos hesitated for only a moment before he lowered himself to his knees so that Der could put the blindfold on him.
It was whisper-soft as it slipped over his eyes.
Der wound it several times around his head until Makellos could see nothing at all. “Comfortable?”
“Very,” he said softly, to laughs from the little men.
Der tied it at the back of his head, and Makellos adjusted his hair as he heard the men move around him.
From the rustle, it sounded like everyone was removing their clothing, and his breath hitched a little in anticipation.
Between his knees, his cock gave a hopeful twitch.
What would it be like, to have all of those hands on him?
Touching him in places no one else had touched before?
With his eyes covered, he suddenly became aware of a host of other sensations.
The creak of the floorboard beneath his knees, the cool wood on his skin.
He could feel and hear the men walking around near him, though he had no idea what they might be doing, and goosebumps rose on his skin.
He was more aware of scent now too. He could smell the warm bodies around him, a mix of manly sweat, sawdust, an earthy smell that he assumed was what the mines smelled like. He could tell each of the men had their own unique scent, even if it wasn’t overt, and his mind guessed who passed near him.
A hand landed on his shoulder, the sudden touch and the sensation of a calloused palm on his bare skin making him jump. “Sorry,” said Der. “Here now, on your feet, we’ll take you to the bed.”