He was also lonely. Leo had instructed him to strip and get in the tub, and Dexter had been more than happy to comply. But he thought Leo would be joining him, and as the minutes stretched on to a sleepy hour, he began to worry. It was a vague sort of worry. Had he done something to displease Leo? Had he somehow disappointed the prince? Or had something come up? Would he be given one perfect day with the prince before everything was shattered? Did he even deserve more than that? Probably not. He was feeling greedy already.
Dexter didn’t just want more attention. He wanted to do the things that Leo wouldn’t let him while they were outside. He wanted to kiss Leo. He wanted to make Leo’s eyes roll back and make him cry out with pleasure. He wanted to show Leo what a quick study he was.
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