｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡"Beatrix was a beast alright.",｡･:*:･ﾟ

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡"Look at me.",｡･:*:･ﾟ

Octavia

I wake with my back pressed against Sky's chest, his arm snaking over my side to grip Riven's waist. I carefully shift enough to wipe the sleep from my eyes without waking Riven who's curled into my chest, quite happily using my boobs as a pillow. A soft smile tugs at my lips as I look down at his sleep mussed hair.

He's adorable. Little shadow whispers and hum in agreement. It's been a while since Riven has looked so carefree and relaxed. Poke his nose.

I lift my hand to do just that before freezing. Stupid shadows projecting their impulsive thoughts. A shiver suddenly shakes my body as I chill creeps in and Sky shifts behind me, curling around Riv and I as though to keep us safe from the cold.

He's so protective.

Like a teddy bear

You should bite his arm

They're like personal space heaters.

"Tav... are you biting my arm." Sky's husky voice has me tensing in delight before pausing and staring down at the muscles bicep my teeth have sunk into.

"No." The word is muffled against his arm and I swallow audibly causing him to shiver as the move tugs on his skin. "Sorry."

He makes a soft noise at my whispered apology, snuggling in closer and bringing his arm closer to me.

"It's fine. I get the urge to bite Riven all the time when he looks adorable."

"Urge?" Said specialist grumbles as he twists his face into the pillow away from the sun. "You bite me every time."

"Its a dumaris thing."

"You don't see me biting you. Or Silva biting Irene-"

"Please don't bring mum and dad into this."

"You don't see Andreas-" Riven pauses and I feel more than see his head tilt in thought. "Maybe its a genetic thing."

"Riven." Sky cries in annoyance, rolling away from us and taking his delicious heat with him. "I don't want to talk about my parents sex lives."

Riven and I share a look but we drop the subject since, well, it is a bit weird when you accidentally think about it but that's why its so fun to tease Sky with their relationship.

A familiar notification noise has me yanking the pillow from under Sky's head and using it to smother my face in an attempt to avoid the Royal duties of the day. I love Stella, and I think the work she's trying to achieve with the poverty reforms and inclusion bills is vital but its barely even light out. I need my beauty sleep.

You certainly do.

Fuck off. I snap in no mood to deal with the shadow's bullshit.

"You have to take that don't you?" Riven states and even though he conceals the disappoint and can tell the obligations of the crown are becoming a strain now we're no longer in the loop of the war. How strange it must be for them to go from the front lines to stalking the news for progress.

They don't know how to go back to being children again.

I don't think they can. I whisper before rising from our bed to face the day.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ

Sky

Riven and I are going slow. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself so I don't panic over rushing Riven into things. He doesn't take well to fast change. Despite the fact we've know each other for years and seen each other in passing as children it's still fast. Helios above, its barely even been a school year since I met Tavi.

Speaking of, we'll need to have a discussion about our summer holiday plans and what we're doing for the solstice besides the dance (that Tavi forgot to invite us too). Silva is keen to do something since we missed the winter solstice thanks to the battle and everything surrounding that time.

But we don't need to worry about formally meeting parents over the holidays because we're taking it slow.

It's not like we've moved into the mated wing with what is essentially our own suite. Or that we have a rota for dinner and know each other's favourites, or that every pocket that Octa and I have is filled with fidget stuff for us to throw at Riven in class when he gets antsy.

And this is not our bed that I'm currently having an existential crisis in.

Sighing heavily I rise to my feet, softly padding to the open doorway to watch as Riven makes the bacon and fluffy pancakes that I've grown horrible accustomed to. They're trying to grind me into submission with good food. He and Tavi think they're sneaky in avoiding our morning laps around the school.

I don't bother to hide the way I admire the curve of Riven's back and the beautiful swell of his arse as I saunter into the kitchen. From the knowing look in his eye I've been caught but that doesn't stop the smug smirk from tugging at my lips.

"You've gotten quite domestic." I comment quietly, leaning against the door as Riven flips the pancakes. He snorts at the amusement lacing my words, clearly recognising our usual banter and taunts that are now filled with adoration.

They were probably filled with adoration before we got to together but I'm not ready to consider how long I've been crushing on him.

Riven turns his head enough to glance over his shoulder at me. Lose bits of ungelled hair falling into his eyes and I relish in this unkept version of Riven that only Octavia and I get to see. "It's been a life goal of mine to become a domestic animal."

I laugh at the absurdity of his words. Unable to stop myself from picturing Riven as an arrogant lazy cat. Riven has turned back to the pancakes and I admire the pale expanse of his neck. It's never going to be less than obnoxious I decide, Riven's capability to be gorgeous in every moment of his day. Freshly woken, groggy eyed Riven that still has sleep clinging to the corner of his eyes; Sleeping Riven cushioned on Octavia's chest; grumpy Riven as he decides quite literally tackling the person is better than having a reasonable discussion; and especially domestic Riven with his hair unkept, apron on, bare footed and making food for his mates.

It's unfucking believable.

"I'm sure Octavia will be pleased to hear that she's domesticated yet another wild animal." I murmur, having crept up behind Riven.

"Another." He gasps in pure horror. "There was someone before me."

I chuckle, the noise sending shivers down Riven's spine even though it was barely more than a breath of air against the shell of his ear.

"Though I think my sister was more of a challenge than you."

"Beatrix was a beast alright." Riven agreed, piling the pancakes onto two plates for us. "Tavi had to leave for a royal thing so it's just me and you."

My arms wrap around his lithe frame, chin resting on his shoulder as I peer down at the chocolate source being added to a stack of pancakes and syrup to another. The smell is heavy but that might just be Riven and I'm starting to understand why Octavia just decided to bite me this morning.

A slow nibble against his neck has Riven gasping, hastily reaching for the bacon in an attempt to finish breakfast.

"Ah." Riven's voice was low and breathy. "If I were an animal, what would I be?"

He was very focused on the bacon, plates at the ready. I shift slightly but don't let him go. My eyes wander down the length of his jaw, over the scruff of his beard that hadn't been shaved in a few days.

"A fox."

Riven laughs at that, plopping the last of the bacon onto a plate. There was far too much food on both plates and my stomach is already protesting at the thought of eating as many as I can.

"You said that way too fast." He laughs.

"What? You've never thought about what animals we would be?" I challenge, stepping into Riven's space so I can lift his chin up as he turns around. "C'mon, what animal do you think I would be?"

He pauses for a moment, actually considering my question before nodding sagely. "A bear."

I pause, "okay."

Not exactly what I was expecting nor was it disappointing. A realistic option if I'm being honest but I was kind of expecting an ego boost animal, an insulting mouse or perhaps some kind of animal that would lead to a sex joke.

"Because they tend to be solitary hunters, yet they are fierce protectors of those they view as theirs. Typically spend their time in forests, dominate the land and act as the apex predator and as such they are very in touch with nature and their surroundings. They're one of the most respected animals in the forest and a lesser known symbol of bravery and strength."

"I just picked a fox because you're a trickster and mischievous."

Riven tilts his head to the side, a soft, indulgent, smile on his face. Then I'm kissing him. I feel his hands glide up the back of my neck, tugging at my hair as he pulls me closer. We barely pull apart to breathe and each kiss is like a new experience. Every brush of Riven's tongue tasted new and so delectably Riven that I couldn't get enough.

Riven mumbles something about the food getting cold, but then he's turning us around, backing me into the counter. The trail of kisses along my neck are quick and hungry, drawing whimpering moans as Riven's hand trails down towards my navel. Distantly I register clothes being unshed and left as crumpled messes on the floor but I can barely think around Riven's mouth on my body.

Unable to catch my breath I peer down to where Riven exploring every inch of my body with his tongue, the delicate trail of his fingertips only taunting me. A low growl grumbles in my throat as I fight the urge to take control, to take matters into my own hands but if this is one of the few times Riven has felt able to open up physically after Bea's death shut him down then I can't bring myself to complain.

"Close your eyes." Riven murmurs and I want to disobey but the plea lining his face has me listening. He's not ready. Not ready to feel exposed and raw again. That's okay. This is okay. We're taking this slow, taking our time.

My eyes slip shut, fighting the urge to remind Riven that a simple whisper of red would have all of this stopping. Having Riven stop was nowhere near the foremost of my thoughts, though. Not with the way his fingers are digging so bruisingly into my sides, holding me still so he can lick every inch that he wants.

I flinch when Riven grabs my cock, tugging it gently. The distinct pop of a cap echos through the taught silence and my eyes nearly open to see what it is. To maybe turn this whole thing in my favour, to have Riven splayed out before me- He squeezes my cock then, an unspoken don't you dare and keep your fucking eyes shut convey through that one movement.

The sound of whipped cream being sprayed from a can was one thing I could easily recognise and already I can feel the beautiful innocent childhood memories of the food being steadily overwritten as Riven sprays it along my shaft.

My hands grip the counter, eyes squeezing shut for the entirety of it as I fight the urge to watch Riven coat me in cream. Helios that would be hot.

"What are you doing?" I murmur, even though I already know the answer. Especially when a bit more was sprayed over my nipples, the cold sensations causing me to tense and pull back as another strip is drawn down the centre of my chest.

"Eating my breakfast." With that, Riven's mouth was upon me, licking up the lines of cream he left across my skin. The warm and gentle pull of his lips on my nipple forced a quiet noise to fall from his parted lips. Every tender stroke of his tongue and suction of his mouth felt different than the last. It had me gnawing my lip, back arching towards Riven and the warmth of his mouth.

"Ah." I gasp at the nip of Riv's teeth, scraping at the cream hungrily as I shudder and fight down the urge to strangle Riven. The delicious touch of his teeth is so at war with that predator's instinct to dominate and control. Helios, he's playing with fire and I'm trying so fucking hard to be nice and gentle for him.

My head tilts back in an effort to keep my eyes close, to follow one of Riven's few requests but when Riven's tongue runs up my shaft I can't take it any longer. Eyes popping open I look down, breath hitching at the sight of Riven on his knees, demurely lapping at my cock as if it were his favourite treat.

Riven pauses, eyes flicking up to me. "I didn't say that you could look."

I stare back, teeth bared, no longer willing to listen to my mates feeble demands. I want to watch. I want to see Riven's tongue glide over my skin, lips drawing my length into his mouth as he stares up at me with those pretty little eyes.

Daring him to challenge me I let out a low snarl, the thought of punishing Riven, the sound of my hand slapping his thigh was so tempting in this moment. My eyes narrow, my Riven is already looking down, a soft blush painting his cheeks as he fights the urge to bare his throat at me in submission.

In an attempt to distract me from the thoughts no doubt obvious in my expression Riven draws me deep into his mouth. I can't stop the moans that pour out of me. They were raw and hoarse, each being ripped from deep in my throat as Riven swallowed around me.

"Holy fuck, Riven." My hands find purchase in short hair and I curse Irene for insisting on cutting it back. There's barely anything left to pull on. My fingers twist until they tangle the strand between them, Riven looking up at me and fuck. It was hard to make eye contact with him and his fluttering lashes without coming down his throat.

He hums in response, the vibration forcing me to grit my teeth as my hips move involuntarily in a quick thrust for more. Somewhere in the warmth of Riven's willing mouth I knew I would find release.

A hand caresses the underside of my balls, rubbing them between deft and surprisingly experienced fingers. He knew exactly what I wanted, and exactly what to do to have my knees buckling. A final twist of Riven's hand has me sleeping forward, hands gripping the counter above his head as I cum down his throat.

Stars dance behind my eyes as Riven continues to work me through my orgasm, swallowing down every drop as I desperately pant for breath. Slowly, when the sensations get too much Riven pulls back to peer up at me with a smug look.

I drop a hand to his head, gripping the back of his neck tightly in a way I know he adores. A sharp tug and his nose hitting the side of my thigh in a vulgar move.

"Clean up the mess you made." I murmur, voice soft as I watch Riven slowly begin to kitten lick at the cum plastered on my thighs and cock. "I thought you were going to be good and swallow it all?"

He whimpers, previous confidence lost as the power shifts but I tighten my grip, refusing to let him answer. He nuzzles into me, softly suckling at my skin and a spark lights within me at his evident subdrop.

Fuck I love submissive Riven.

"I think it's time I start telling you what to do." I muse, holding his head in both hands so I can tilt him up to look at me. "I think you'd like that."

He looks down in embarrassment and I tut.

"Look at me." I command, relishing in the blush that rises to his cheeks as he plays coy even with his cock rock hard and throbbing in his pants. "I think I want some breakfast too."

Why the fuck were we taking this slow again?

A/N: In apology for not posting sooner, I present whatever type of food kink this is.