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Ordinary Magic
By : LadyHemlock27
Category: G through L > Labyrinth
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AN: Okay, its been brought to my attention that it seems like Toby is underage in this fic. He isn't. He is 18 years old (albeit barely), Jareth just thinks of him as boy because to Jareth, at somewhere around a millenium or two, lol, everyone is a boy or girl.
“Come, its time now.” Jareth stood and took the younger man’s hand in his. “The food is gone; you’ve had more than enough to drink.”
“Yes my lord,” Toby had been mostly silent all evening, replying only when directly spoken to and even then only as much as required. He didn’t pull away from the cool, inhumanly strong hand on his.
Jareth noted the listless boy stand showing so little joy in their time ahead. He supposed it would be rather unrealistic to expect anything but grudging acceptance at this juncture. I don’t want him to be so sad. Some inner part of him rolled his eyes. He’s been forced to leave his home and family to come be your little whore. Of course he’s sad, he’s got no idea of the wonderful surprises you have in store for him. “With pleasing me comes greater rewards,” he offered his voice low and soothing. “This won’t be a fate worse than death and it won’t seem so bad for much longer.” The wine should be kicking in soon, Gods he hoped so anyway.
Toby swayed a little on his feet, the world spinning and his stomach clenching tightly against the churning inside of it. Now the fucker wants to be nice? He froze at the light touch of the Goblin King’s hand on his arm, steadying him. Why now? Why get me drunk and sleepy, and then try to be nice before he”- the thought finished in pictures and sensations, memories of fear and pain from the horrible dream he’d had.
Jareth flinched a bit. Gods the boy’s thoughts were a train wreck. And what was this about pain and fear, and sex…a much too detailed and horrifying thought for an innocent boy like Toby to have on his own. Someone had tried to poison him from even accepting Jareth’s offer. “You should have told me about that attack.” He wrapped his arms around the utterly still and silent boy. “When did you have this terrible dream that keeps playing in your mind?”
Somehow Toby managed to whisper his answer, “Just before you came- that’s why I met you at the door. I kn-new. They told me you would want me and then showed me how I’m supposed to act for you.” He bit his lips, eyes filling with tears.
“How you’re supposed to act?” Jareth queried, rubbing the boy’s back. “Who’re they, and what did they tell you I wanted?”
Toby looked up finally, his bright blue eyes wide, “You’re a king, what else can I be but a- a slave? A toy for you to fuck and break as you like.” He shook all over. “I- I thought it was you sending the dreams to me, so that I’d, I don’t know, be like trained or something.’
Hmm… Well whoever had done this to his boy would die. But they weren’t too far off his darkest desires, although he would not yet usually have explored those with such a terrified and mostly unwilling partner. He’d actually met Jareth at the door after having these dreams, knowingly walking into what he’d thought would be nothing but pain and fear forever- all so that Sarah wouldn’t be the one who had to give up her Aboveground life and stay with Jareth? It was truly admirable.
“You’re just as brave as your sister love,” he crooned, “But it wasn’t me little one. I held you in my arms, I watched over you while your sister ran, and I watched over her, I would never truly harm either of you. Yes one of you had to come back, to save the Labyrinth and the Goblin kingdom. But you’re not a slave or a toy; you’re the Champions of the Labyrinth.”
Toby’s eyes glazed a bit as he slumped against the older, larger man. “Are you mad it’s me, that Sarah couldn’t leave her family?” He fought against the ghostly dream memory of someone shoving their dick down his throat, of not being able to scream, or breathe.
Jareth felt a little sick. How dare these attackers use his darker desires to break this child? He would never have demanded such total submission or inflicted so much pain at this stage. And now of course the fucking wine was kicking in, so he had to explain the truth of the situation to a terrified, drunk boy, right before he took his body in something that would likely seem very similar to his nightmares at first. “Yes I’m going to be your lover, we have to sexually bind ourselves so that our powers merge and the hole is repaired.” Jareth tilted the boy’s face up to meet his gently, “And yes, I do play dark games sometimes love. But not like that, and not without care. Certainly not with a young innocent who is barely willing at all.” He brushed tear and sweat soaked hair out of the boy’s face. “Your sister would kill me. I’d be praying for the Bog before she let me die,” Jareth tried to joke; “You know she’s bloody scary when she’s pissed.”
“But- but she wouldn’t know, She’ll never know, there’s no one to- please you can’t take her, don’t force her here. I’ll do it, whatever it is, you want…” Toby’s muddled thoughts came spilling out in a confused rush.
It took a few precious seconds for Jareth to sort through all of the thoughts and words. He cursed softly. “No one is going to force Sarah to come here and stay, that’s why you’re here. And she would know because your family will be visiting you here regularly, and then going home. No tricks love” He pulled the dazed and sobbing youth over to his bed, unfortunately the closest bit of furniture at hand, and sat with him, tugging him into his lap. He rocked his smaller lover, humming softly. Perhaps if he was still young and innocent enough, if he could somehow trust Jareth, then some of the Goblin King magic could soothe him enough to understand what he was telling him.
Toby shivered, so cold despite the heat of their bodies, but something about that song, about the surprisingly gentle way the Goblin King comforted him, let him slip into a calmer state. His thoughts stopped whirling like out of control carnival rides. “So I’m not your slave? You won’t drag Sarah here if I don’t please you well enough?”
“Of course not, I love you both very much, and you don’t do things that hurt those you love when you have options. The only reason I even brought you here was there was simply no acceptable alternative. I could never allow my kingdom to die, and neither you nor Sarah would have been happy Up There knowing that so many were suffering. You are my vassal because I am now your king, but that’s hardly the same thing as a true slave. Even my goblins aren’t this terrified of me.” Jareth groaned softly to himself. A lapful of pliant, beautiful boy could become rather painful after a bit.
“Um, wow, you”- the youth’s eyes widened and he slipped off Jareth’s lap. “You can be so nice when you have that problem?” He felt a little faint, not sure exactly how his real, flesh and blood body would accommodate what he’d just felt.
“Toby I am so bloody pissed at whoever did this to you right now that rending them limb from limb appeals more than consummating our relationship. We’ll get to that in a bit, when I know you understand what I really am asking.” Jareth’s lips tilted up into a smirk. “Hmm a little interested in me after all then?”
Toby’s face lit up red and hot, he looked away, unable to really meet those unearthly mis-matched eyes. “You’re not totally tragic to look at. I’m a lucky boy.” But his smile seemed a bit strained.
“Alright then, let’s start on the gigantic purple rhino in the room.” Jareth brushed his thumb lightly over those trembling, petal soft pink lips. “Yes I’m driven to distraction by you, I want you very badly and I will have you.” His grin turned wry, a little self-deprecating. “One of my flaws you see, I always get what I want.”
Toby smirked, “Except when my sister won your damned Labyrinth.” He couldn’t believe he was saying that, that he was teasing this man who held his whole life in his hands.
Jareth grinned, so relieved to detect a bit more spirit in the youth’s demeanor. “Who said I didn’t want her to win? You can’t really think she would have won if I hadn’t?” He twirled his finger around, glitter swirling in the magic and coalescing into a bright, deep red ruby. “A gift, and a reminder.” He tipped the thumb-sized gem into Toby’s shocked hand. “As long as you have this stone upon your person, I will immediately know if you require assistance. It will also provide a general disruption of any magic that has malicious intent.”
Toby’s numbed fingers closed around the stone. It was his first brush with real, personal magic other than when he’d appeared here. This was all disturbingly real now.
Jareth wrapped his slightly larger hand around the one holding the gem. “You are unquestionably mine child. No one else is allowed to harm or terrify you.” His grin turned a bit dark, almost predatory.
The dark haired boy swallowed hard, whispering “Just you huh?” His heart sped up a bit and he felt a flutter of fear once again, but it wasn’t like earlier, when he’d been sick with terror and couldn’t breathe. This was- almost fun. He clung to the strangely warm stone, a trembling smile on his lips.
Jareth leaned over and pressed his lips to Toby’s forehead, “Now that is the type of game I like playing. Those dreams had been made to scare and hurt you, and they worked because you can sense that I’m… well I’m me. I am powerful, and dark, and demanding… I am going to fuck you, and I will probably tie you down, or play other games with you.” He shook his head, “You know I’m a predator, and you are a tasty little thing indeed. But it won’t be like that, like it was in those dreams. I don’t want you broken. It would be no fun for me at all then.”
“You want to own me, you do own me,” Toby whispered, his nerves a little worse, yet strangely he trusted this man to not be the way his attackers had been. “But I’m not your slave and you won’t really harm me. Like those dirty magazines with all the leather that Sarah has under her bed, right?”
Jareth smirked, oh now that wasn’t something he’d known about his friend. “Well I didn’t know she had any, but yes, that’s basically my point.” He thought that maybe they could start building up to passion again now, Toby was calmer, and they needed to set their bond to stabilize things. Fifteen years was much too long for a period of flux.
The boy bit his lip, “J-Jareth I don’t think I’m ready for that,” he raised troubled eyes to the older man’s. “Please don’t make me do those things yet. I know we, um have to, to do it tonight, but can it just be normal? Well as normal as gay sex gets.”
“So you do know my name,” the Goblin King teased gently, “I wondered if you were ever going to use it. I know love, and I won’t expect those things from you yet, especially not now that you’ve been subjected to a perverted version of them. You need to relearn to trust me first.” He began unlacing his ornate shirt. “But I do expect general obedience Toby, and honesty. Total honesty is very important right now.”
Toby wanted to run, in spite of a certain shivery, fluttering desire. He wanted to be anywhere but here, watching Jareth prepare to take him. His mind flooded with more memories of the weeks of dreams they had sent him. Jareth said it wouldn’t be like that, he told himself, but that he’s a little like that really. Maybe if I can learn from them, those memories won’t scare me anymore. “H-how do you want me sir?”
Jareth snickered, feeling a surge of desire and fear from his boy. Of the two, he’d only expected the fear. So he is interested in not only me, but in submitting as well. Well one can play that game without added pain. “Toby I need you to tell me if you’ve ever been with anyone in your real life. It’s alright either way, but virgins need a little more care, there’s a certain way to do these things.” He shrugged off his shirt and leaned over to strip Toby of his t-shirt. The boy’s flesh was so hot, he ignored the tiny flinch.
“Not for real, I don’t think the stuff in the dreams really happened, I never woke up with any injuries or blood- just the memory of them, if you know what I mean.” Obedience, submission, he repeated the words to himself as Jareth pulled his t-shirt off his unresisting body. His heart thundered in his chest and he felt strangely hot and tingly. He wasn’t such an innocent that he didn’t recognize the beginnings of desire. It was such a relief that he would be able to serve his purpose without too much of a problem, and that he could just let his new master do with him as he would. It was easy.
“Yes love, obedience and submission, but not pain,” the blond man murmured, “You like that, its what you need from me right now,” he held the boy against him, relishing the small, shaking form, but when Toby pulled away a bit, he let him scuttle over a few feet. “This is enough for my inner darkness love. The predator in me is more than content without really harming you. And I’m more than pleased to be your first in all things.” Jareth’s fingers trailed cool and gentle over Toby’s overheated skin. “Kiss me little one. I want one voluntary act of passion from you.”
“I-I don’t know how.” Toby wished that the other man would just do whatever it was he was going to do. That was the point, wasn’t it? Letting Jareth have whatever he wanted was supposed to be easy, but now the damned man wanted him to participate?
“What do you think you do?” he shrugged lazily, “It’s impossible to fuck this up little one. Your lips somewhere on my body of your own accord,” he left the terrified youth an out that he wasn’t sure his reluctant lover would even want to use.
Toby was staring, hypnotized by the pale, sleekly muscled chest before him, by the wine-colored nipples and the smooth, hairless skin, and the small scars from a life of battle or other things. Gay boys learn early that looking at the others in the locker room wasn’t safe, so Toby had never really had the chance to look his fill at another male. And just that quickly, he longed to touch all that perfection, was it as smooth as it looked, as soft silk over hard steel as he thought?
“So you do want me,” Jareth’s gentle smile turned a bit wicked. “Good, now I am certain this won’t be dreadful for you. Do as I have told you love.”
Toby leaned forward and pressed a shaky kiss to the other man’s chest, just over his heart, jerking back, a little shocked at the zing that the contact sent through him, and awed by the sudden urge he had to- lick and suck his way over that skin to those nipples. What was happening? How did he have these desires?
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jareth mocked, “You want the same things you fear now, because your body knows it shouldn’t have been so bad, it knows how good it can be love. Eighteen is a little young, but not terribly so. It will be all right.” He pushed the nervous boy down on his back and knelt astride his stomach. “Do you know how sex between two males works?” he conjured a bottle of oil ready to rub the stiffness out of Toby’s muscles to finish the work the wine started.
Toby focused on staring at the wall, at not seeing or thinking about the fact he was now pinned and helpless beneath the most powerful creature he’d ever seen. He watched the memory of being fucked in the first, horrible dream almost dispassionately. Maybe he could learn something if he separated the pain and fear of it. But he fell into it, feeling the hard cock splitting him in two, the blood and burning agony.
Jareth’s eyes widened, peering into Toby’s mind let him see exactly what the boy was experiencing. His attackers had left him all of the pain and fear, but none of the pleasure. No wonder he was terrified. “Toby,” he snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s unseeing eyes. “Toby, listen to me. Its okay, we both still have our pants on, it isn’t really happening. You’re safe love, I’m here and the one doing this to you isn’t me.”
His beautiful blue gaze came back into focus. “Thank you for pulling me out of there sir. I tried to just watch it, to learn what you needed me to do, but then I got sucked in, I couldn’t get out.”
“I was afraid of that. It’s not just dream sending then, but an active spell meant to trap you within that horror anytime something triggers even a memory of it. Why were you trying to learn about consensual sex from that nightmare?”
Toby blinked, “Because its still sex, just like you said. It awoke my desires because it was basically the way sex is, wasn’t it? I just didn’t want it so it hurt more, right? If I’m good and just relax like I’m supposed to, it won’t hurt so much.” Tears stung his eyes, “They told me that, I just keep forgetting. If I’d been a good boy, they wouldn’t have to hurt me.”
Jareth rolled his eyes, suppressing the reaction he wanted to have. “Don’t be an idiot Toby. They are the ones who did wrong, not you. Even rough sex should have an element of pleasure to it. They actually took that from you, they made sure to hurt and degrade you, and then apparently convince you that it’s your fault. Its not, though. Nothing you could do would have made that enjoyable, because they used their magic and their greater knowledge to make it the worst they could.”
He rubbed the hot oil into tense muscles. “I want you to forget them, focus on me right now. On my hands massaging this oil into your muscles, on my voice telling you what to do,” he leaned low over the boy’s heaving chest, licking the soft, pale flesh gently before taking both of the smaller man’s wrists in his hand and holding them over his head. “Keep your hands up here, like this. Don’t move them.” His eyes flashed hot upon his little lover’s body stretched out for him.
“Yes sir.” Toby murmured, “I’ll try.” Could he really do this? Let Jareth own his body? He pulled a bit against Jareth’s hold, and there was no give. He wouldn’t really be able to stop him. It was…comforting somehow and sent a thrill of excitement through him. What would happen to him, totally at Jareth’s unknown level of mercy?
“Do you want me to tie you? Do you need something to struggle against?” Jareth wasn’t angry, it was a lot to expect a terrified boy to hold himself helpless and still. But he had a plan; he would use submission and obedience, and maybe even ties, the trappings of his Consort’s nightmares, to take the sting from those horrible memories forever.
Toby stared up at Jareth in shock. All the blood raced to his cock. How could he actually want it? Honesty, he reminded himself, besides he’ll know anyway, he’s probably listening to every thought. He blinked away sudden tears, very ordinary tears to be expected when one has given one’s entire self to another. But in spite of that, he wanted. “Yes,” he whispered, “I don’t have the strength to do what needs done, so just- make me. Please, we know I want you, and we know we need to do it, but I just can’t, so” his voice broke and he closed his eyes.
Jareth pulled softly padded silver cuffs out of the air. “We can do that love. I won’t make you obey so strictly this time. These are a training tool you know, the idea is to eventually not need them, to be perfectly obedient no matter how scared or horny or even both you might be. But it’s early to expect that from you.” He fastened the cuffs to the headboard and then put each delicate wrist into one. “There now you can struggle and fight all you need to without fear of failing.” His cock ached in his leggings, hard and trapped. It was time to lose the clothes.
Toby smiled a bit shyly, “Thank you for putting up with this, I know it must seem insane of me to ask for this considering.”
“Yes because chaining a gorgeous boy to my bed to fuck is such an imposition.” Jareth snickered. “Love everyone has different ways to handle trauma, and many people are aroused by fear or small, measured doses of pain.” Pity the magic wine had faded. It was charmed to dissipate immediately if the drinker were in danger, so the repeated struggles with the magic attacks had ruined any relaxation from that.
The boy flinched a little at the blunt phrase. “So what do I do now? What’s next?”
He licked his lips and tried not to feel the sharp, sudden pain in his chest at the thought that all he would ever be to Jareth was a fuck toy. He hasn’t even tried to kiss me.
            The morose thought which completely ignored Jareth’s request of a kiss, was melodramatic yet very sincere in the way that only the young and innocent can be, the Goblin King had to suppress a smile. “I didn’t know you wanted me to be anything more to you.” Jareth murmured unbuttoning the skin tight jeans Toby had worn. All damned night he’d had to watch the boy listlessly attending his official welcoming banquet in them, every muscle and curve showing. He’d nearly killed half his court for looking at his boy. Toby was never wearing those accursed things out of their chambers again. “Do you want kisses and some attempt at romance from me little one?”
            “Yes sir, since I’m stuck with you anyway,” Toby tried for light and teasing. It wouldn’t do for the other man to know how badly he wanted real love and happiness. He fell silent again, teeth digging into his lower lip as Jareth unbuttoned the three buttons fastening his jeans. Oh God this was happening, this really was happening. This wasn’t a strange delusion. He jerked against the chains, a soft noise of some kind escaping around his bitten lip.
            Jareth finished the buttons and stripped the last of his terrified young lover’s armor away. “Shh, love, just let me take care of you.” He leaned up and kissed the chewed raw lips gently. “You mean so much more to me than that. We’re going to be married in a way. I just didn’t want to ask any more than was necessary of you, because I didn’t think you really wanted this.”
“Please don’t hurt me.” Toby was horrified to hear the broken plea actually make it out aloud.
Jareth poured the warmed oil over his future lover’s stomach and cock. “First times are generally miserable things Toby, but not as bad as you’ve been conditioned to expect. Yes this will hurt but yes you will love it, because I’m not taking the pleasure of it away from you. It will be so, so good, I promise.” He smiled a bit, and slid his hand over the oiled cock. It was just right, the best dark pink and fit just perfectly in his hands. Over and over again, he stroked his fist over Toby’s now rock hard and deeper red cock.
Toby squirmed and thrashed around, struggling against the bonds, low cries and moans slipping past his lips. God this was so good, so much better than anything he’d done for himself. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed him, drowning him. He felt strangely empty suddenly, he wanted Jareth’s cock in him somewhere, and he didn’t even care where now. “Please, please,” he just kept mumbling over and over again.
Jareth stepped back with a smirk. “Oh you’re going to go up in flames for me little one, if just my hand on you does that,” he teased, voice husky. “Not so bad after all, hm?” He stripped off his leggings and appeared next to the bound youth. “Look at me Toby,” he leaned down to stare into those wide blue eyes. “Just keep watching me love, and when I terrify you, remember this.” He kissed the parted lips moaning his name; he slid his tongue over and around Toby’s. He put all of the tenderness he felt for this brave youth, his beautiful boy into it.
Toby looked up, tears sliding out of the corners of his eyes. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes, and if people weren’t dying by the hour, I’d let you wait until you truly wanted this.” replied the Goblin King. He took the oil up with a sigh. “As it is, try to relax love.” He oiled his fingers and traced gently around the boy’s virginal opening. With his other hand he kept playing with Toby’s weeping cock. He slid one finger in just an inch or so. The hot, tight muscles clenching around his finger made him groan softly.
The youth’s hips bucked, his aching body seeking friction and completion, until he felt fingers sliding into him. The sudden burning pain made him catch his breath. He’d expected that though, the part that stunned him was it still felt so good. God he just wanted more and more, he squirmed against the other man. “How can it feel like this Jareth?” he breathed the question.
With a strange little smile, Jareth leaned in, slowly adding a second finger. “It’s magic, love, of a distinctly ordinary kind.” He bent his head down and took the stunned boy’s cock in his mouth with a wink. This would distract his young lover from the pain when he forced in a third finger. He could already feel this hot, tight channel struggling to accept him, or to push out the invaders.
Toby’s back arched off the bed and he screamed as the warm wetness of Jareth’s mouth covered him. He didn’t notice Jareth slipping a third finger in, he was just suddenly fuller, and it hurt more, but he didn’t care. It mixed into the hot sucking pleasure too well. He came, spilling himself into Jareth’s mouth.
The Goblin King smirked exulting to himself, the first part of the bond is done, although in an entirely unexpected way, it will be very different than usual, more of a sharing than ownership. I think…yes I do like that. And the smug thought left him feeling younger and happier. He felt Toby’s body loosen around his fingers, and he slid them slowly in and out for a few strokes more.
The younger man stared at his lover, completely shocked. Kings didn’t do things like that, did they? They didn’t allow themselves to be taken, it wasn’t- but his reeling thoughts stopped immediately when he felt something much larger than Jareth’s fingers slowly entering him. He cried out softly, hot, sharp pain zinging through him. “oh God, it hurts,” he whispered, “And I still want it, how can I still want this?”
Jareth leaned forward, trapping Toby’s struggling form beneath him. “Look at me love,” he growled softly, “at my eyes.” He forced himself in an inch at the time. “I told you earlier, even rough sex has pleasure built into it. There’s no such thing as irredeemably bad sex unless someone is deliberately torturing you.” He reached down to add more lubricant to the stretched and sore skin. “I’m going to move now.”
Toby nodded, biting his lip again. It felt amazing and horrible to be filled like this, it was just too much. Tears fell down his face and he cried softly, begging, but even he didn’t know whether he wanted it to stop or if he wanted more. Jareth had found this spot inside and just kept sliding over it. It made sparks fly in his eyes, the pain and pleasure building up to unbearable levels.
“Almost done love,” Jareth crooned, feeling the muscles clenching around him, they were amazing, so hot and tight, milking him. It took him only a few seconds to come, filling his small lover with his seed. He felt the magic snap into place, the precise moment when everything in his labyrinth came back to full strength and life. He eased the limp youth down and slid out of him to lie next to him.
“I felt it” Toby whispered in awe. “I felt it all come alive somehow, like the way lights on a Christmas tree snap on when you plug them in.” He closed his eyes, letting the pain and exhaustion sweep over him, mingled with the last traces of pleasure. “It’s worth it. N-no matter how bad this gets, it was worth it. To save them.”
With a sigh Jareth pulled warm, wet cloths out of the air for them. He began to clean his exhausted boy up. “Yes it was, but… I’m sorry it had to be so quick and there wasn’t more time to help you get used to me.” He smirked, “You’re going to be sore tomorrow.”
The boy blushed and looked down to watch Jareth wiping him down carefully. “Yeah but you were right, even if it’s bad, it’s good. I won’t break you know, I’m not one of your crystals.”
His smirk melted into a smile. “No, if anything you are actually more fragile than they are. Hush now, let me check you over and clean you up. I’m not an easy lover to have, but I do take care of what’s mine.” He reached up and opened the cuffs holding Toby’s arms up, and gently lowered each arm to the bed, rubbing them briskly. “The bitch of restraints love; they leave you rather…hmm well you’ll see.”
Toby did see, every inch of his body screamed in agony now from the combination of being bound into that position and being taken for the first time. Strange though, no matter how similar to his nightmare it had been, it hadn’t been anything like it. And he grinned suddenly realizing why Jareth had done it this way. “You fixed it,” he whispered, slightly awed.
Jareth paused in cleaning himself with the second cloth and leaned over to kiss Toby’s forehead. “Yes I did,” he shook his head, “But I won’t be in this mood every night I fear love. You’ll have to get used to darker things as well, but for now…” he trailed off, banishing the cloths and lubricant and all the other miscellaneous things. He lay down next to the shivering youth, “For now I’m well pleased, and you did your duty with all the courage that could be expected.” He pulled Toby close to him. “Sleep now.” He darkened the room and petted the young man’s tense back soothingly.
Toby could hear Jareth’s heart beat, and he tried not to cry himself to sleep. This was his world now, and this was his place. But he missed his own room, with cheerful cartoon nightlights that he’d been horribly embarrassed to be seen having, missed the posters on the wall and the soft murmur of the adults talking in the kitchen as he fell asleep. But it was all gone now, and he was an adult now, so why didn’t it feel like it?
The Goblin King held his little lover, knowing perfectly well what was going on in Toby’s head, and pretended not to hear the soft crying that the boy couldn’t quite hide for a few minutes until he noticed it wasn’t stopping. He whispered a song to the boy, humming and singing softly. “It’s not so bad,” he murmured after he felt the tension leave the smaller body pressed against his and therefore knew that he’d had fallen asleep. “Growing up happens in stages, and no one is ever quite finished with it really.”
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