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Jonny’s head snaps up and if it was anyone else Jonny would wonder how he has missed the door creaking open, but it’s Patrick, it’s Patrick, standing right there in the doorway a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, grinning at Jonny and there is no space for anything else left in Jonny’s brain.
It’s Patrick. Impossibly young, hair short in a way Jonny has only seen him wear a handful of times, but it’s still long enough so the ends curl a bit and that, that is familiar, Jonny loves that hair, those blonde curls, has run his hands through them, through dumb mullet cuts, and combed back hair, receding hair line, sometimes thinner, sometimes thicker, he knows it.
“Perhaps,” said Patrick, sneering a little, but he was still standing there, his eyes cool as they slid over Jonny’s body. Jonny refused to let it affect him, kneeling as proudly as he could, head tilted back in defiance.
With his eyes lingering somewhere around Jonny’s neck, Patrick finally spoke: “He does please me. To some extent. Have him prepared and brought to my quarters.”
And then he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Jonny with, presumably, a new owner: Patrick, Crown Prince of the country that hated Jonny the most.
[A Captive Prince AU that has maybe 5% plot, 10% feelings, and 90% porn.]
- Part 1 of a kingdom, or this