Saturn came to him and chuffed him on a shoulder with the side of his fist.

He turned and dipped his chin to Faunus before he left the room.

Slowly, Teddy took a large swallow of his wine before he set the chalice down just as slowly and with even less haste, he looked to Faunus.

The instant they locked eyes, Faunus whispered, “Come to bed.”

Teddy was on his side and Faunus was the same, behind him, moving inside him, his arm about Teddy, stroking his cock.

His strokes in both places were deep, thorough, intimate.

And it wasn’t until Faunus’s work at both front and back had gathered in Teddy’s balls, drawing them up, causing his head to arch back and hit Faunus’s shoulder, that Faunus’s hand around his shaft tightened, drawing the climax out in a violent gush.

He then rolled Teddy to his stomach, straddled his thighs, and Teddy closed his eyes and memorized the smooth, deep, rough strokes up his arse before Faunus grunted quietly and gave him his seed.

He remained buried even as he fell to his forearms on either side of Teddy and pressed his lips to Teddy’s shoulder.

“You will sleep well now, no?” he whispered in Teddy’s ear.

“Yes,” Teddy murmured.

“Like Saturn, I imagined many things in the finding of you, and they were all not good.”

“Faunus,” he whispered.

“I am glad I am not a seer.”

“Thank you again for finding me.”

He slid out gently, pushed away, but only to roll Teddy to his back and settle atop him.

And then he said, “Mio amore, I’d ride to the end of the earth to find you.”

He then kissed Teddy tenderly before he shifted from the bed, brought a wet cloth to cleanse his seed from Teddy’s arse, before he took it away and brought a dry one to spread over the bed so neither had to countenance the wet.

Faunus then tangled Teddy up in his long limbs and pulled the covers to their shoulders.

He had never slept as such with a lover in his life.

It was beautiful.

Teddy settled into Faunus’s strength and warmth, the soft bed, the aftermath of good sex, the release of what felt like an eternity of fret and worry and fear, letting over to his exhaustion, and was nearly asleep when Faunus muttered, “This Moira does not have feelings for you, does she?”

“In that way?”

“I do not know the bent of your question, but I mean in the way she wants a cock that is mine.”

Teddy grinned even as he gave a slight tremble at Faunus’s claiming of his cock.

Faunus misinterpreted his tremble and pulled him closer before he pulled the covers up higher.

Ah, Faunus.

His Faunus.

“No, she does not have feelings for me in that way,” he answered.

“This is good, for Saturn intends to win her.”