The following morning they were awakened by the shrill cries of the court peacocks rising from the gardens below. The sun filtered in through open windows and the curtains were dancing still.
“Did you sleep well, my love?” asked the king, propping his head up with his arm.
“Yes I did, Sire. Thank you,” Pan replied with a yawn.
Seronisis smiled at him, at his beauty and innocence, at the puffy eyed boy who was already bringing him the happiness he thought he would never find, but that the court astrologer had predicted he would discover.
“Come here,” he said, pulling Pan closer into him.
He kissed Pan’s full lips and felt the boy’s c**k grow against his own.
“I want you to make love to me,” Pan whispered, rolling onto his stomach. “I dreamed of it last night and now I want the dream t
