"I didn't get anything at all..." Gedeon said in confusion. "It turns out that everyone knows that I'm a prisoner? And you've been entertaining me all this time to make me happy? Why do you need me?"
Irinel slid off the sofa onto the floor and sat down at his feet, bowing his head.
"Your love magic will not leave anyone indifferent, even men and me..."
He looked intently into Gedeon's eyes, anxiously awaiting his reaction.
The prince said nothing, and, embarrassed, averted his gaze.
"I just offered you a choice of who you can spend time with," Irinel said and sat down next to him on the sofa with a shy smile, smoothing his long hair. "You might like close communication with me, try it. I know how to please so much that you won't want women anymore."
"I, of course, heard about this," the prince blurted out in an indignant tone. "But no one has offered it yet!"
"It's strange that they didn't offer it! You are an unusually handsome guy: your face, hair, figure are just divine. Do you have tender male friendships in Zaria?" Irinel grinned, nervously fiddling with strands of his hair.
"Azarens are married to mortal women. Perhaps someone makes friends this way. I'm not interested."
"Do you only fall in love with women? Have you ever felt attached to teachers or mentors?"
"I lived in the forest alone for a long time. Then Lariel found me and adopted me. There were several teachers... but I'm not amorous, especially with men."
"Let me hug you, Deo," Irinel whispered excitedly and covered Gedeon's hand with his palm.
He did not throw it away, tensely waiting for what would happen next.
Irinel slipped his fingers inside his palm.
"For what?"
"I'm very attracted to you... at the same time, let's check your body's reaction on me."
"Why did this happen to you? You're friends with the princesses, so you could achieve reciprocity with your talents," the prince asked meticulously.
"They are my sisters and do not perceive me as a man. I date guys secretly because it's forbidden. In lyceums they do not allow relationships with men and they are severely beaten if they are discovered."
"So this is prohibited in your society? Why are you offering it to me?"
"Who will you tell? You are the son of a rebel," Irinel grinned, continuing to hold his hand.
"Will they be executed for this?"
"They beat and isolate, and this is very painful, because you always want love so much, you don't have the strength to endure such imprisonment.
"And you went through all this?"
"Yes, I couldn't avoid punishment. Someone always reported me to the authorities."
Irinel suddenly began to cry, covering his face with his hands and hunched over, tightly wrapped in his wings. His shoulders shook in a muffled sob.
"Well, don't worry so much!" Gedeon, in confusion, ran his palm over the sufferer's head a couple of times, trying to console him. "You're too sensitive."
Irinel immediately looked back at him, opening his tear-stained eyes and, folding his wings, rushed to hug Gedeon, placing his head on his chest.
"You touched my hair…" murmured happely Irinel. "You like me…"
"Sorry, I didn't mean that…"
"You are so sympathetic and kind, you understand me," Irinel tightly wrapped his arms around the amazed prince, who did not expect such a turn.
"You grabbed me too tightly."
"Deo... sweet Deo... I fell in love with you... let me give you pleasure..."
"What are you talking about?"
Irinel sensually pressed the lips to him, sliding the hands over his body under tunic.
"Don't…" Gedeon pulled away from him. "You're a guy!"
"This does not prevent you from receiving bright pleasures, such that stars will fall from your eyes, I will teach you..."
"Rin, what are you doing?" Zarmina's indignant voice rang out.
She stood in front of them, piercing him furiously with her eyes. "I warned you: don't mess with my boyfriend!"
Irinel looked back at her with a satisfied smile, without releasing Gedeon from his tenacious embrace.
"You see that he doesn't mind!"
"Deo! Don't you understand that he is a menlover?" Zarmina was beside herself with anger. "He'll drag you into bed before you know it!"
Gedeon calmly answered her, spreading his hands to the sides:
"Yes, I got everything! Don't worry! He just hugs me and nothing like that."
"Selfish! You only think about yourself, you don't let anyone near him," - Irinel hissed with displeasure. "And we all love him."
"So-so!" Tarmio, who entered the living room, remarked mockingly. "We have another love triangle drawn up."
He sat down in a cheeky pose next to Irinel, who was clinging to the prisoner, and stared at him with interest.
"Haven't you been spanked for a long time, sweetie? You openly pester the guy, you've completely lost your fear."
Tarmio lightly slapped the musician on thigh, playfully biting the lip.
Irinel jerked and gave him a haunted look.
"You take advantage of the fact that Lamori can't refuse anyone, and you go in for a hug?"
"None of your business!" Irinel snapped, moving away from him.
"Why didn't you contact me? I would caress you... properly."
Everyone stared at Tarmio in surprise.
"And you're going there too?" Zarmina knitted her eyebrows.
"You didn't know?" Her chosen one grinned. "Everyone is doing this on the sly. You, princesses, know little about this side of relationships between men, but how else to deal with strong desires in the absence of women."
"We actually know about this," Zarmina said. "I didn't expect such a confession from you. So do you have any men-lovers?"
"Maybe it is… It's my own business," Tarmio answered with a sly grin.
Irinel, looking at Tarmio with fear, asked:
"Won't you report me to the authorities?"
"How can a doll like you be subjected to lashes? You look so much like a girl, I could put a dress on you and dance with you," Tarmio said ironically with sparkling eyes, running his palm over the musician's thigh.