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Pinocchio pushed himself deeper into Alaric's embrace when his arms wrapped around him, the boy looking into the older man's eyes with as much admiration as desire. A pleased hum then escaped him when he felt a hand reaching into his inner thigh, caressing him with such skill that it brought a moan out of the boy's throat.

The kiss made him hum once more and Pinocchio nodded silently, soft and shy smile on his face. "I'm surprised you feel the need to ask, I figured you'd just take what you want when you want it." he said, leaning closer to press his own lips to Alaric's neck. Slowly, he moved up, until he too met with the man's ear, "You may have me, any way you please."

"Oh please make sure you do. We will celebrate you and your father, artisans are such a wonderful thing. Art in Wonderland is always something to be celebrated." Art was a tool to be used, propaganda, distraction. Diversion. Subversion. Pushing an idea he liked his people to think. And he made a show of being a patron of the arts just for that reason.

Alaric happily hugged the smaller male into his lap, against his chest as he felt Pinocchio slide in deeper to him. His hand moved to the inside of the other's thigh stroking along it with an expert touch, gentle fingers tenderly teasing him. "Here you are with me." he cooed in Pinocchio's eat gently kissing him softly again on the ear. "Pinocchio, may I have you? I promise to be gentle with you. I won't break you, unless you ask me to." he said softly.

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Pinocchio felt himself already losing focus from the feeling of Alaric's hands moving across his body. His head tilting to the side as each kiss landed against his neck and jaw. "Then I'll… I'll make sure to tell my father we should visit." he hummed, his body beginning to ache with desire the more Alaric's warmth embraced him. He smiled as a pastry was held to his lips and slowly opened his lips, taking a shy bite out of it while keeping eye contact with the royal man. A deep hum escaping him as the taste washed over his senses, it was truly Wonderful.

"Oh…" Pinocchio gasped, biting on his bottom lip, his legs parting slightly from Alaric's touch. "I suppose not… Not just my nose." his arms wrapping over Alaric's shoulders, "I suppose there's also my um…"

Pinocchio pushed further into Alaric's lap, smiling at him instead of answering him at first. "Well, I am here with you, aren't I?" He looked down to his own thighs, a bulge had appeared, running along his left inner thigh, trapped under the fabric. "And I think your charms are working on me."

Alaric was delighted as Pinocchio filled his lap and he wrapped his arms around him pulling the other close to his chest as he cradled the beautiful young man, hands exploring his chest, and wrapping tightly around his lithe waist. Alaric nuzzled the other pressing soft little kisses to his jaw and neck gently. Alaric's pawns brought a tiered tray of treats, even the fabled fruit tarts of Wonderland. "I would be delighted to host you and your father if you wish to visit Wonderland. I would show you many wonderful things." Alaric cooed softly as he picked up a pastry and held it to the other's lips.

Alaric's hand slide down from Pinocchio's waist to between his legs gently massaging him with a light and expert touch. "Are you sure sweet boy? Are you sure the only thing I can make grow on you is your nose?" he purred wondering if the other was understanding his meaning more now. The king's eyes slight with desire for the young man. "Mmm you are just so lovely. I cannot help myself. What do you think of me sweet mischievous little Pinocchio?"

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"I'm Pinocchio." he replied, innocently introducing himself while still holding his not-so-innocent match and firecracker fuse in hand.

"Well, the explosive kind." the boy admits, grinning even more, mischief and mayhem oozing from him. "Nothing too bad or dangerous, mind you. Just enough to get these elves to jump up a little." he snickered, his eyes leaving Rory to find the still busy workshop.

"I think they're due for a little break anyway, they've been working all day haven't they? Probably spent too much time sitting, it'll do them good to stand up a little."

Then, as he's about to light the match, Pinocchio turns his head back to Rory, smirking. "Why don't you do it?" Echoes of his dear Lampwick come to his mind, reminding him of times when the roles were reversed.

Rory clears his throat, embarrassed by being caught.

"Sorry, I just... never mind. I'm Rory."

Rory squints suspiciously at the mischievous expression. He's wary but also interested. That look on his face reminds Rory of before getting bitten. Just having fun, running amok and meeting up with other boys for not so innocent fun.

"What kind of jolly fun?"

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"Oh." That thought hadn't occured to him, too quick to think the worst and assume people were being mean to him, perhaps out of habit. Ever since he met that foul fellow 'Honest' John, Pinocchio had learned that not all people had good intentions, and too often they only pretended to be nice just to hurt people when they least expected it. "I suppose that's true. In that case, maybe I am an elf." he smiled, his chin perking up.

"You don't have to worry about my teeth or my appetite, Mr. Santa." Pinocchio said almost too proudly, gladly taking the candy that was offered to him, "I suppose there's no harm telling you, of all people, but I don't actually need to eat. I just do it because it's fun!" His lips parted and quickly welcomed the candy, softly sucking on it as he looked up at the older man. "But please don't go 'round telling other people, or else they'd stop offering me treats!"

There were a lot of things that were intriguing about the other man. Enough that St. Nick was convinced that he was going to have to spend some time with him to get those answers. His mannerisms were particularly interesting. The way that he held onto his nose like it was going to come off or his reaction to being called cute. That made the older man smile a bit. He was so happy that he opened up part of the North Pole for people to visit. At least he still had his manners about him. People often got so shy around him that they forgot how to act.

Santa Claus opened up his jacket a bit, the cold not really bothering him, and fished out a candy cane. He made sure to open it from the wrapping as much as he could before passing it on to Pinocchio. “Maybe they weren't talking about your height. Perhaps it was more so that you seem happy, helpful, and creative.” Although he obviously knew the difference between a man and an elf. “Here you go. Now make sure that this isn't going to ruin your appetite or damage your teeth.” He extended his hand out with the candy cane for the younger man.

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He couldn't deny that he felt rather special, pulled into Alaric's company, tiptoeing with each step to match his much taller newfound partner's own speed and rhythm as they walked together. Each time Alaric spoke, Pinocchio looked up and stared into him, listening profoundly, drinking every sound and word. "You do make it sound quite impressive, maybe I'll try to visit one day." he said, then couldn't help but chuckle when once more Alaric called him beautiul, "You're too kind. I'm sure you say this to plenty others." he teased, his eyes leaving only to find the hand caressing his own before looking back at him.

"Oh I'm sure he would love to! I don't know if he gets that many commissions, yours would for sure brighten up his day." Pinocchio wasn't really much of an assistant to his father, he didn't really know how to handle a carving knife, and it always felt somewhat odd to him to carve into wood, it was like he was hurting his own kind in some way, so he didn't really help that much in Geppetto's workshop.

The boy's eyes widened when he stepped into the room with Alaric, quick to notice the many people at his service. "Oh wow…" he whispered in surprise.

When sat down, he looked even smaller, his limbs tightened around himself, a bit awkward as he tried to look around and felt a bit intimidated by it all. When Alaric spoke again, offering his lap, he smiled and scooted across the couch closer to him. "If you so insist…" he nodded along happily, then made his way to sit on the older man's lap. Once again, if he could've, the boy would've been blushing, "Um… I- Well, my nose is the only thing that does." Though he didn't mean it as a lie, it was in fact far from being true and so his nose pushed forward, growing an inch longer once again.

Alaric sighed and gave a fake pout when Pinocchio called him 'your highness' the whole point of travelling was to not have to deal with people groveling over his status. Well no- they could grovel. So long as they maintained being interesting to the king. Pinocchio was very interesting. That smile made Alaric smile back at the other, it was just so damn cute.

Alaric pulled Pinocchio to him by his hand linking his arm with the other's so they could walk side by side. "It is the most marvelous place crammed with multitudes. And we all seem to have a sweet tooth." he said with a little laugh. "But for all it's splendor we do not have beautiful boys like you running around." he said with a smile as he caressed Pinocchio's hand with his own gently.

"Oh my perhaps I will ask him to make a sculpture for me then." he said with a little hum as they came to his chambers, unlocking the door he led Pinocchio in, his pawns running around to attend to him and his guest.

He pulled Pinocchio to a couch draped in furs and soft sumptuous blankets. Sitting down he held a blanket up and offered his lap to the smaller male. "I was quite serious in my offer to you earlier. Please sit in my lap, and perhaps tell me darling boy, what else on you grows hm?"

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Pinocchio grinned wickedly when Alaric insisted on him not making this too formal, and almost immediately he bowed his head extravagantly "Yes, your highness, a million apologies." that wicked and devilish grin on his features faded out rather quickly as he felt his face cupped so gently, quickly readjusting on his feet and standing back up straight, though still looking amused with himself.

A shiver ran through the boy's back as Alaric whispered to his ear, an "Oh…" running from his lips against his will, flutters of excitment beginning to grow within him, he tightened his jaw for a brief moment trying to focus on something else, he didn't want to look too eager, and certainly didn't want to embarrass himself with something other than his nose growing in public. However, Alaric seemed to have other plans, the kiss on his cheek certainly didn't help the boy cool down.

"With a name like Wonderland, I can only hope things taste delicious over there." he said, his tone nearly dripping with admiration, the boy was truly enthralled. Once his hand was taken, he simply followed.

"Yes, papa is a… he tried to find the right words, he couldn't lie, but he could dance around the truth. He makes sculptures out of wood. He's very talented, they almost seem lifelike! You'd think they would start moving and talking." The irony was not lost on little Pinocchio, and he bit his tongue trying not to smile too hard. "Well, I can certainly try to draw you, but you'll have to promise not to laugh, I'm not as talented as my father."

"No no, Pinocchio. Please do not call me sir or make this more formal than it need be." Alaric neglected to mention he was a King of Wonderland, the other was already treating him differently and he hadn't mentioned he was royalty at all yet. Alaric cupped Pinocchio's face gently as he urged him to straighten up from his bow. He found his own subject- minus a handful of them- were so dreadfully formal and boring. It made for dull conversations and interactions. "Please go back to treating me as you did before. And yes I would still have you come to my chambers." Alaric leaned in his lips just a breath from Pinocchio's ear. "Where I can admire you fully." he purred softly before kissing the smaller male on the cheek.

"I cannot wait to feed you treats from home. The ones here are nice but I promise you exotic and delicious delicacies." he said with a soft smile as he took the smaller male's hand in his own pulling him closer to him so they could go together.

"An atelier you say? Why kind of art does your father make? Are you gifted in craftsmanship as well? Your hands look far too beautiful to be a worker's hands. I suppose you might be a painter though."

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This much attention being given to him felt strange, Pinocchio was not much one for courting or being courted, and he didn't really have any experience in the matter. He was, after all, a poor man's son. They did things differently, flirting was one of them. But he felt almost at ease being so gently taken care of. Bright wide smile still plastered across his face.

"Oh, um." If he could, he would've probably blushed so hard his entire face turned the brightest of all reds. "Well, I wasn-" he paused, unsure if he should be open about his nature, about what he really was. "That wasn't part of the wish I made, no… I suppose I owe it to my papa." he said with a grin, looking away for a moment as a chuckle escaped him briefly. His gaze quickly firing back up to meet the nobleman's own when he felt his hand on his cheek.

"You… You want me in your chambers?" The boy's artificial breathing stopped for moment as he pondered the offer, staring up into Alaric's eyes, and repeating each and every word that were offered to him, considering the implications - or the innuendos.

"I gathered you were some sort of nobleman," he admitted with a nod of his head, cheekily doing some sort of curtsy bow in response to the introduction. "I'm Pinocchio. Of my father Geppetto's atelier." Revealing that he didn't come from money wouldn't look good, he thought, so calling it that instead of a lowly woodcarving workshop seemed more appropriate, it made it sound classier. "And if you still would like me there, I'd gladly join you in your chambers, sir."

"How curious." Alaric said as he held the other's hand in his own gently kissing over it as he thought, lips moving from his knuckles and turning it over to kiss his palm gently. Inwardly he was thinking about how horrifying it would be to not be able to lie. A well placed lie was more effective than any blade and he felt the young man had been done a terrible disservice by this fairy.

"Did the fairy also make you the most beautiful boy in your entire realm? Or did you just happen to be born so captivating?" Alaric mused a smile on his face as he reached to cup the other's cheek now, his thumb brushing against his cheekbone gently. "How about this hmm? You come back with me to my chambers, I wrap you up in something warm and soft, you can sit in my lap and whisper some truths in my ear while I feed you something sweet hmm? I promise I have the most wonderful treats to share."

When Alaric liked something, he liked it a lot. Already enamored with the pretty boy he decided he would like to spend his afternoon doting on the smaller male. He had such a sweet face.

In an instant though he remembered his manners. "I am so sorry I was just so taken by your beauty I almost forgot to introduce myself. Alaric. Alaric Blanc of Wonderland."

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The sudden gesture takes Pinocchio completely by surprise, to the point he absolutely forgets what was going on around him, even forgets about his nose that usually embarrasses him, his eyebrows rise then furrow, then rise up again. Confusion quite obvious on his face, as is surprise. "Did you just sniff me?"

For a moment, Pinocchio just stays there, confused, staring at the other boy. Until, finally, he shakes his head, as if to reorganise his thoughts at the same time as the boy talks. "Who wants to know?" there's a sly grin on his porcelain white face, and he inches closer, his voice still a whisper. "I was just about to bring some jolly fun into this workshop. Do you wanna watch?"

Rory stares at the guy with surprise and awe.

"Your nose... it..."

Rory takes a surreptitious sniff of the air, smelling a strange blend of oak and human. He's never smelt anything like it before. There is definitely something strange about this guy.

"Who are you, and what are you doing?" he asks, tone curious and a little excited.

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The man told him he needed to be careful about his smile or it'll melt the north pole, and yet in the same breath he continued making it grow, all the while Pinocchio was left just staring up at him and feeling his cheeks flush - as if they could. "You're really quite charming yourself..." He said and slowly stopped covering his nose away.

When lips reached his cold white skin, a shy and awkward giggle escaped from Pinocchio's lips, he'd never been treated like this before, this felt nice. "Yes, there's... There is a way." His gaze found its way back down, eyes crossing as he looked at his nose. "You see... It's a bit awkward. hesitant for just a moment, he quickly continued, and looked back up at him, It grows whenever I tell a lie." There's no use beating around the bush after all, they both come from lands far away from here, and the boy reasoned that the man knew about magic and fairies as well, "Um... A fairy did it. It's not a curse, mind you! -- I suppose you could say it's a lesson for me to learn. My nose grows when I tell a lie, and when I tell the truth it goes back to normal..."

"Who would bring themselves to be mean to such a handsome boy like you?" Alaric cooed as he closed the space between them the tall elegant king, reached a manicured hand up to gently take a hold of Pinocchio's hand and let his thumb slide over the back of it, a tender gesture. "You are so charmingly cute. You must be careful or that lovely smile of yours will melt the snow."

Alaric took the hand in his own and kissed the back of it gently. His lips pressed to Pinocchio's knuckles as he smiled at him, silvery blue eyes alight with interest in the other. "Now how can I make that adorable nose go back to normal? I am certain there is a way to reverse it's growth. Though it makes yo no less appealing to me. It clearly bothers you, and I could never forgive myself if I ignored such a lovely young man in plight."

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Eyebrows furrowed further when the much taller figure commented on the obvious, "Sensitive about my hei-? No I'm not!" He was. And his nose grew another inch. The sudden shock and frustration making him completely oblivious to the compliment he had just received.

When he realized how much his nose was gathering attention, Pinocchio slammed both his hands over it, covering it from view with a groan. He shook his head staring up at the other man, feeling rather ridiculous. "Well, no. It doesn't do that when I'm offended. That would make things so much better." he said with a roll of his eyes, his voice sounding quite muffled against his hands, "But if you want to be nice to me, mister, I certainly won't stop you!" Even though both his hands were over the lower half of his face, it was quite obvious the boy was now smiling wide, certainly quite charmed.

"Ah so you are a bit sensitive about your height huh? You're so cute, so are the elves, I wouldn't take it as an insult." Of course Alaric would never have to worry about someone saying anything about his height, standing at aa tall and willowy 6'3. The white king licked his own candy cane, not wanting to risk his teeth by biting into it like the other male had.

Alaric raised a brow as he saw the young man's cute nose grow. "Well is that not something. Was it because you perceived an insult? Would you like me to compliment you to make it go back to normal? "

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This was kind of a once in a lifetime experience, getting to see Santa's workshop. And although he promised his father he wouldn't get in trouble, Pinocchio quickly fell back into his old habits when he noticed how easy it was to sneak around the place. He wouldn't do anything bad, sure, but a little joke wouldn't cause any harm to anyone, if anything - he thought - it would liven up the place a little bit and give those hard working elves a little bit of something to chuckle about. Hopefully. A trusty firecracker slid under a stool, its fuse trailing across the floor and back to him, behind a tower of tin toys, waiting to be lit. As much as he did try, he couldn't help himself but grin and laugh about it already.

But just when he was about to light it up and let it cause temporary havoc in the workshop, he was startled by the presence of another, a gasp escaping him when he was spoken to, "Huh- Wh- What? No, I'm just... Hanging out." Immediately, his nose tingled and grew an inch longer, prompting a sudden groan out of him, the unlit match and fuse still in hand. No matter how good of a liar he was, his nose would always betray him, even if that wasn't much of a good lie and he'd been caught in the act.

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Rory takes in the massive workshop in wonder. The children in his village of course had stories of a Papa Klaus that brought gifts to bring joy in the cold winter months. But to see the expansive place where a version actually works? It's incredible.

And confusing. He's definitely lost and it's an unusual feeling. He's run through woods where every tree looks nearly the same but he never gets lost.

He slips past great hairy beasts - Yetis he believes he was told - and nearly trips over small men - elves? - trying to find a way back to the kitchen. He's starving.

Despite the loudness of the workshop (and it is extremely loud to his sensitive ears), he catches an odd sound. Snickering. He tracks it down until he finds a young man hiding behind a tower of tin soldiers. Crouching, Rory quietly sneaks up behind him.

"Are you hiding from someone?"

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If he had a real beating heart, Pinocchio probably would have felt it stop for a sharp second when he realized the man of the house himself had heard him. Surely he wouldn't appreciate hearing such things coming from a guest, but to the puppet boy's surprise he didn't really seem to take offense himself either, apologizing in the stead of whoever it was that had mistook Pinocchio for one of the elves. Hearing Santa say he was cute made Pinocchio almost feel a blush coming to his porcelain cheeks - which was not possible, surely..? -

Pinocchio quickly turned on his heels, wanting to conceal his nose from receiving more attention from the jolly ol' Saint, one hand finding its way over it, almost to try and stop it growing, even pushing on it slightly. "I guess I did mean a little bit of offense... I don't like being called short..." he shyly admitted, already feeling his nose going back to normal, slowly facing the man again. When offered another cane, the boy began smiling, "That would be lovely, Mister Claus, thank you."

"I do apologize for whoever was the one that made that comment." St. Nick looked a little displeased. Although it was quickly washed away with a warm smile that was meant for Pinocchio. “When someone is amongst the unknown, they don't really know how to react at times. I'm sure they just thought you were cute and magical.” Which, in their defense, he was. He smiled softly. Ahh, this was the boy on his list with the nose? He could only assume. “My elves aren't easily offended. Maybe a little rambunctious, but they mean well.” Santa looked in his jacket. “Want another candy cane?” 

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"I know I'm not that tall," poor little Pinocchio whined, his (almost-too-)perfectly white teeth gnawing at what was left of a candy cane, "But earlier someone mistook me for one of the elves around here. And I'm not sure that was a compliment." Then the sharp crack of the candy breaking against his teeth echoed, which he didn't seem to even notice, "No offense to the elves, though." Then almost as soon as he said those last few words, the boy's brows furrowed and his eyes snapped close. Frustration all the more noticeable on his face as his perfectly fine nose suddenly grew an inch longer.

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