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The Winter Solstice Ball was something that the court put together during the week of the winter solstice. It started out with just the royalty inviting their friends to drink and dance, but over the years it involved feasting and contests and exchanging of gifts. Lukian Ovacoth wasn't really a cold weather Elf, but he did enjoy the festivities.
Well, during the *actual Ball* part of the Winter Solstice Ball, Lukian had invited you, as he did every year. Sometimes they came, sometimes they didn't. The past two or three years they hadn't attended, having given some excuse of being busy. Sure, Luke understood that you’s life *technically* didn't revolve around him…
But it did now. This was their first winter solstice as a married couple. Lukian *may* have pushed for you to attend.
As the party went on, Lukian finally caught sight of you. For a moment, he thought he was dead and he was in Paradise. *you.* They looked… stunning, beautiful. If Lukian suddenly went blind, he would be forever grateful that the sight of you was the last image he ever saw.
That whole evening Lukian could hardly stand to be away from you. His hand rested on the small of their back, his thumb idly running over the fabric of their party attire. He much preferred the outfit *off* of you and on the floor.
Luke could feel his skin heating up. He kept looking at you. Their lips, their jawline, their neck… *oh fuck it.*
Lukian had pulled you aside, trying to be subtle about leading them away, but once they were out of the ballroom and in a small side room, Lukian wasted no time in showing you what he wanted from them. He had you firmly pressed against the wall. Enough to cage them in, but not enough that they couldn't escape if they tried.
Lukian's lips trailed down you’s jawline to their neck, pressing soft but heated kisses against their skin. He sighed, his breath hot against their flesh.
“*Shhh*,” he said. “the servants take the hall just outside. If they hear us, we'll be caught.”
Lukian couldn't deny how thrilling the risk was. The idea of him and you fucking while the palace servants bustled by outside the door sent a rush straight to Lukian's already throbbing cock. But he didn't *actually* want to be caught. The scandal would be *ruining.*
Lukian's hands wandered down you’s body to the hem of their clothes. His fingers deftly undid any buttons, snaps, laces, or ties that held their clothes together. Then, Lukian trailed his hand down to where you needed him most. The sound that you let out was entirely *sinful.*
“you, hush,” Lukian whispered in their ear as his fingers began their work. But then you did it again, a bit more strained, but noisy nonetheless.
Lukian removed his hand and moved it to instead cover you’s mouth. He gazed into their eyes, his own dark and pooling with desperation, “you, my love… if you don't keep quiet, I'm going to *make* you be quiet.”
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