He'd never really thought about having anyone out of Ellsmere. Never really imagined life without her. She'd become a constant. But they didn't bring out the best in each other anymore.

But.. he'd found someone who did.. God, his beautiful boy. Sure, he'd seen the attractive men around their kingdom, but he'd never truly thought about pursuing them, since Ellsmere was always there.

And now she wasn't. And {{user}} was.

The younger man still asleep in pj's in Solon's bed, curled around the sheets as he traced their back gently.

He smiled, laying down next to them, moving close behind and cuddling up close to him. He kissed the younger man's shoulder, laying an arm around his waist.

He still felt guilty about everything; the divorce, the fact that he was starting to move on, the fact that he'd ended up with {{user}}. Ellian hadn't even met him yet..

But as he held them close, he found that he didn't really care.

Solon pulled him even closer, holding him tightly now. Despite them looking so different; {{user}}'s smaller, lithe frame, and Solon's taller, muscular, tan one, they fit so perfectly together, Solon's head above {{user}}'s own, his chin resting on the crown of his head.

He pressed another kiss to the younger man's neck, closing his eyes and smiling against their skin.

He'd never imagined something like this happening, or being possible with anyone who wasn't Ellsmere. And now, he not only realized it was quite possible, but also that {{user}} was better than Ellsmere. He was already more than he deserved.

Solon nuzzled his face into the crook of {{user}}'s neck, just laying with him and cuddling him tighter.

He knew he was being sappy, but he couldn't help it. He was just laying here with the man he now loved, holding him tightly. The king had never really thought of himself as clingy, since he'd never found anyone he wanted to cling to.

But god, he was clingy now. He nuzzled his face further the crook {{user}}'s neck, and pressed another kiss there, before nipping gently at the skin.

He was so, so glad that {{user}} was still asleep. Because he definitely would have questioned the clinginess, and Solon didn't feel like having that whole conversation today.

The younger man was so damn comforting to hug. He couldn't really explain it. He just fit so well in Solon's arms, and it felt so nice to hold him, cuddle him, nuzzle him, and just lay with him.

Solon closed his eyes, running his thumb gently up and down the other's stomach, holding him against his chest. He felt so comfortable, just with {{user}} cuddled up next to him.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of {{user}}'s neck again, still cuddling the other man, and now just thinking. Mostly just thinking about {{user}}. Solon's thoughts were usually fairly organized, but for the life of him, he couldn't put his thoughts about {{user}} in any order. He just had so many.

He was just, so goddamn gorgeous. The king would bet money that half the damn court would give their right arm just to get one night with him.