“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.”
Makellos pushed himself up to his feet, suddenly very aware, despite not being able to see it, that the movement gave a good view of his naked form. “We’re going to touch you now,” said Der, and several warm hands of various sizes and softness were placed upon his skin, mostly his hips and lower back, giving hima gentle steer in the direction of the bed, like guiding a ship into a harbor. He took a few tentative steps before feeling more confident with the hands to guide him.
“Lie down on the bed, on your right,” said Der. “We’ll help you.”
Makellos reached next to him and found the edge of the bed, lowering himself down and then sliding back toward the center of it. The bedframes creaked softly as he felt some of the men climb on as well, hands guiding him into position and placing a pillow beneath his head. He took a deep breath, his legs demurely closed, unsure what he should be doing.
He felt someone over him, blocking out the light even if he couldn’t see it, and then a pair of soft lips pressed to his own. He let out a slightly surprised sound, but he quickly kissed back. Warmth gathered around him on all sides as the little men surrounded him. A hand slid over his shin. Another slid up his hip. Someone ran their fingers through his hair. Another kiss pressed to his lips, different than the first, and another set of lips brushed over the pale column of his neck. He gasped as more hands and lips joined in the exploration of him, smoothing over his skin, massaging his muscles under tough, strong fingers. Lips and even tongues brushed over him, tickling his sides and making him laugh and squirm. Someone took one of his fingers into their mouth and began to slowly suck on it, teasing his tongue over the soft pad of Makellos’ fingertip.
A tongue brushed his earlobe. A set of lips found the soft spot just above one of his hip bones and gave it a light nip before suckling soothingly over the spot. Hands rubbed over his feet, massaging the balls of them and in between each toe, before a kiss was pressed to the top of his foot, making it twitch. He had no idea anymore who was touching him, and that was strangely freeing. Makellos allowed himself to relax and just focus on the sensations sweeping over him. Each hand felt different, but allfelt so good, so kind and warm on his flesh. None of them had even touched between his legs yet, despite his hard cock begging for attention, but he reminded himself there was no reason to rush. They had all night if they wanted.
Another kiss pressed to his lips, then trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck as someone else kissed him too. Makellos moaned before realizing how wanton and needy that sounded, and he clapped his hand to his mouth as a blush colored his cheeks bright pink.
A hand, a very small one that he thought was Bernhardt’s, gently pulled his hand away from his mouth. “No one to hear you but us,” he said gently. “And we want to hear you.” And then he pressed kisses to Makellos’ palm.
