Yuri wrinkled his lightly freckled nose. “No. Not really.”
“Nervous?”
“What do you think?” Yuri looked up at Angelo defiantly. “You've got the power to destroy me,” he said quietly, now staring at Angelo's blue tie. “You always have.”
“We don't have to—”
Yuri pushed back a little from Angelo and looked up at him. “Yes, we do. If we don't, I'll always wonder, and forgetting you is impossible. It's also not allowed. So let's do this, and get it over with, and then I'll know.” Yuri tugged on Angelo's tie, loosening it.
“Know what?”
“If I have to spend the rest of my life sneaking around and hoping to not get caught when I need to get laid.”
That filled Angelo with a sudden and inexplicable rage. That was, after all, the future he'd always envisioned. Once the honeymoon was over and the public's eye moved on to another, more exciting royal couple, he and Yuri would discreetly take on lovers. It was, after all, the only thing that made sense. But the idea of another, unknown, faceless man touching what was his made Angelo feel sick inside.
“Undress me,” he told Yuri.
Yuri reached for Angelo's jacket. “Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?”
“Actually, I'm pretty sure I do.” Angelo shrugged out of the jacket then removed his cufflinks and stuck them in his pocket.
Yuri laid his jacket over a chair then began to unbutton Angelo's shirt. That he also pulled off, folding it neatly on top of the jacket. He made quick work of the rest of Angelo's clothing until Angelo stood as nude as he was.
Yuri looked up at Angelo and bit his bottom lip. “Is this the point when you freak out on me?”
Angelo waited a few seconds for something within him to scream at him to stop, but there was nothing. He still wanted Yuri. “Depends on your definition of freaking out.” He took a step forward that put him just a breath away from Yuri.
“Um. 'Arrgh. I'm not really gay and boy bits are gross and what the hell am I doing?’ It's gonna happen either now or after I get boned.” Yuri continued to nibble on his lip. “I'm hoping you save your big gay freak-out for after sex, though, for reasons.”
“Get on the bed and stop being such an idiot. I jerked you until you came on my hand. And my chest, and my sheets. And here I am, telling you I want you. Do you trust me?”
Yuri stared at him with those huge blue eyes of his, looking for god knew what in his expression.
“Yuri. Do you trust me or not?” Angelo found that the answer mattered very much to him. He held his breath, waiting.
Eventually Yuri nodded his head. “Yeah,” he said so quietly that Angelo barely heard him.
Relief flooded Angelo. Still, he frowned at Yuri. “Too right. I swear I should spank you again. When have I ever harmed you?” Angelo paused, considering the words he’d just said. “Aside from the spanking, I mean.”
Yuri nibbled on his lip some more. “There was that time you pushed me off a swing and I broke my wrist.”
“Yuri, for fuck's sake, we were nine.”
“You asked!” Yuri shouted back, going from uncertain to peevish.
“Get on that bed, right fucking now. Don't make me tell you again. And I'm gonna take your arse because it's already mine and you will stop giving me shit about it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Yuri's voice was solemn and respectful but a grin spread across his face and his eyes sparkled with excitement. He scrambled onto his bed, losing any sense of grace in his rush to obey. “Um,” he said, looking up at Angelo, “are you sure you’ve got any idea what you're doing? Because it’s okay if you don’t. Truly. I mean, probably not. I’ve never had sex with a virgin top. This is so odd. Good,” he hastened to add. “Really, amazingly good, but still odd.”
“I've done this before, Yuri. I wasn’t pulling your leg or anything,” Angelo said. “Believe it or not, some women are into anal.” He shrugged. “And it’s not like the whole process is like brain surgery. It’s just insert tab A into slot B.”
“It’s a little more involved than that. My slot B likes a bit of ‘how do you do’ before flat out invasion.”
“Your slot B isn’t that special. You’ll be fine.” At Yuri’s snort, he added, “But if there's something you want me to do—or not do—I'm willing to listen.” Angelo walked over to Yuri's bedside table and opened the drawer.”
“Hey,” Yuri protested. “What the hell? Invasion of privacy much? And my slot B is the most special slot B to ever slot.”
Angelo refused to laugh, although he really wanted to. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. “Where's your lube, princess? And don't pretend you don't have any because I know damn well you do.”
“Of course I have lube. Jesus. Why would I not have lube?”
“Exactly. Where is it?”
Yuri pulled out a bottle from under a pillow on the made bed. He handed it to Yuri with a challenging look. “There. Lube.”
“Why was it under your pillow? Were you leaving it for the sex fairy?”
Yuri smirked. “It worked, didn't it? And excuse me for wanting something so important to my well-being and psyche—”
“And slot B,” Angelo had to add.
“And slot B,” Yuri agreed, “close at hand. I'm such a monster.”
“Shut up. What about condoms?”
“Um.” Yuri said. He went back to worrying on his lip. “About that. I don't have any.”
Angelo stopped pawing through the drawer to turn his head and stare at Yuri. “Excuse me?”
“Funny story. So, after Mum and Dad said I had to be a good little Yuri, which translates to sexless eunuch, I gave them away. Because what was the point?”
“Right.” Angelo turned
