“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…youall 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.”
