royal_musings | Autumn Open Post

Peter watches Felix finish his drink even as he toys with the stem of his own glass.

It's sexy and playful, and yet there's something else really important there to what he's saying and Peter realizes that he's on a precipice. If he makes this choice now, everything could change. Would he ever go back? Would they hunt him down? What would happen if he went with Felix and decided just that; what he wants for his life.

He lifts his glass and downs the rest of his glass.

"I want more to find out how it tastes on me, and how good you taste."

Felix can see the wheels turning in Peter's mind as he considers what all of this means. He continues sliding his foot up and down Peter's leg slowly, letting the other man make his decision.

And although it started off as simple - spending time together tonight and while Peter was here, he was also of the mindset that Peter deserved to have his own life. He may have only just met the other man but from what little he knows of the family? Any alpha who couldn't shift without being chained up and using her family? Didn't deserve to be called an alpha.

It was naturally one of the reasons he doesn't speak to any of his own direct lines. They were out there, of course they were, but while they liked being anywhere else, he primarily stayed in Italy. They didn't come calling and he didn't go looking.

The moment Peter downs the rest of his glass, Felix smiles. "Good, I'm glad we're on the same page then, bello. Come, we will go home and we can stop at your hostel tomorrow." He stands from the table and picks up the bottle of wine with one hand while holding a hand out for Peter.

No one has ever supported Peter in who he is and the werewolf he is. He's always had a strength that others in his family had not recognized but used. He wasn't in places where he could fear he could leave.

Until he just had.

Then he took a chance and that chance is giving him a moment to make a choice he'd always wanted to make, a chance he wanted.

And he is willing to leap into this and take his chance for as long as he could have it.

And that's why he takes the man's hand and curls his fingers around Felix's fingers. "Lead on, Charmer."

Maybe it's a crazy chance to take but it's one he wants to take. Whatever happens, it'll be worth it.

When Peter takes his hand, Felix smiles and clasps his hand in his own before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "This way then," he says, leading him toward his place. It wasn't too far of a walk and along the way, he pointed out a couple of sights that Peter may or may not already be aware of.

He could have made them appear there but he wanted to show Peter his home. Both the city and the place he lays his head down at night. Though, he knows they have some time together for everything.

When they arrive, Felix brings down the wards surrounding his home and allows Peter to enter first before following him through and resetting them. Much later, no doubt, he'll add Peter to them but he's learned over time to not grow complacent. He sets the bottle down on a side table before stepping in closer to Peter, cupping his cheek. "I'm very glad we ran into each other tonight. Or, that old woman ran into you..."

It's an interesting change for Peter to not only be strolling through Italy with someone at all, but to be delightfully lightheaded on good wine, holding the hand of a handsome and charming witch as well.

The land itself is beautiful but then they come upon an elegant estate and he can feel the magic radiating from it. Even as it closes in behind him. Maybe with another he might feel as if he was trapped, but this feels comforting. A bubble that keeps out all from his life that might seek him out.

Even that touch only makes him smile, eyes half closing as he leans into the touch.

"Never thought I would be glad to be yelled at for what I am, but I'm glad."

He doesn't hesitate then, leaning in and kissing the other man. There's a delight there he hasn't known before and he aches for more as he wraps an arm around Felix's waist and pulls him in close.

Felix chuckles low, watching as he leans into his touch. "Normally I wouldn't be overly pleased by it either. But it did lead us to meeting," he says.

But then Peter's lips are on his and he's being pulled in closer to him.

Felix makes a low noise in the back of his throat as he steps in closer, pressing Peter against the nearest wall as he deepens the kiss. He slides a hand into Peter's hair as the other one rests on his hip.

"Mm, I should give you the tour. Or at least to my room," he teases against Peter's lips before kissing him again, unable to resist.

While he's counted being in Italy at all as finding a freedom he hasn't had, this is something entirely different. This is being who he wants to be and having what he wants, and it feels like chains that have been wrapped around him for too long are suddenly breaking and falling away.

Arching up against Felix even as his shoulders press to the wall, his mouth ravenous on the other man's. Showing how needful he is, hands roaming over a strong, lean body and already tugging on his shirt, just to feel warm skin against his hands.

"Please," he murmurs between kisses. "Take me anywhere. Anyway you want."

He doesn't care how desperate he sounds, just as long as he has more.

"Tu sei tentazione," Felix murmurs between kisses then tugs on Peter's shirt as he licks into his mouth. He rocks into him, already hard and thinking of Peter pressed against him without any clothes.

He moves both hands down to Peters shirt, tugging it up and pulling away long enough to remove it. He quickly pulls off his own shirt and drops it to the floor. "Magnifico," he murmurs, looking him over slowly before looking at Peter again.

"My room," he says and takes Peter's hand before leading him toward the stairs and up. They only make it half way up the stairs before Felix turns to Peter, cups his cheek and kisses him again.

"Il tuo," he groans, not even thinking about what he's saying. Just feeling it, not hesitating in the least as he ducks down out of his shirt. Only breaking away long enough for that before he's pressing in close once more. Needing to just feel Felix against him once more. As if it had been more than moments they had been apart.

His hands are moving to push back Felix's shirt, hands roaming over his chest when its gone. Leaning in, his mouth brushing against his shoulder, along the crook of his neck, licking and nibbling along the beautiful expanse of skin.

Clinging to Felix's hand, the other hand brushing along his waist, just needing to touch him as he follows after the Italian witch, arching eagerly into that kiss in a moment.

Felix groans when Peter’s mouth comes into contact with his neck, tilting his head to the side to give him better access. A hand slides into his hair to hold him there before they’re moving.

He turns them to press Peters back against the wall and deepen the kiss. As they kiss, he moves both hands moving to the man’s jeans so he can open them with a low sound.

It's whirlwind and wild and it's everything Peter needs. It's been years since he's indulged in things like this, for his pleasure, his desires, what he wants. It feels amazing and he can't help how eager he is for it all, and he won't feel guilty for that.

Not that he's even imagining what even the word guilt might be as he pushed up and into the kiss. Moaning into the kiss, his tongue wicked and his body moving in needful ways. No thoughts for the fears of hunters, or family. Just one thing.

"Take me," he groans between kisses. "Fuck, use me."

"I will," Felix promises with a low groan, loving the way Peter pushed into the kiss and gave as good as he got. He couldn't get enough of the way he tasted and how he felt.

It was only a short distance to his room but he didn't want to waste a single second. He makes them both appear in his room in the next moment and pushes Peter's jeans down. "Want you naked," he growls low, pressing biting kisses over his jaw and down his neck.

He practically trips over the denim and Peter doesn't care. Skill and desire catch him, keep him from going down as he wriggles and kicks out of his jeans, not caring where they land.

"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back and baring his throat willingly. It's dangerous and wicked and he can't help himself as he gets naked, his hands moving for Felix's pants to get them open, off him, pushing them down as his hand strokes along the length of his cock.

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i am totally going to look for Felix's place sometime.

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