No, no... why was his beloved crying? Why was Sakura so distraught? "I am not going anywhere." He would be there, by their side. Until Sakura themselves refused him and cast him away - and even then, he would still love them. "I am yours to do as you please."
Carefully, he tried to wipe the tears running down the royal's beautiful face, unable to bear the sight of the other sobbing, before their lips were sealed to each other's and possessive hands clung to him, not letting him pull away the slightest bit, even for just a moment. Sakura's requet - no, their order made Morgan smile. "I hope your schedule is open, your highness. Because I am going to obey and oblige you at once, and I won't be leaving your side until you are either pushing me away or falling asleep in my arms."
It didn't matter that Sakura was royal, their duties, what they were supposed to do. This beautiful person, sweet and kind and gentle, smart and cultured, patient and strong-willed... Sakura was all that mattered. Their happiness and their future.
Morgan's lips kissed away more tears as he tried to soothe the queen, hands expertly beginning to undo both their outfits, paying special attention to unravel the elegant clothes wrapped around the royal's body. "What else do you command, my love?" He breathed on their lips as more and more skin became bare.
Sakura shivered, letting the other kiss the tears from their face, eagerly shrugging off the fabric on their skin. Stifling... constricting. All Sakura wanted to feel was Morgan... wanted to be engulfed in their embrace. Dutis could wait. Responsibilities could wait.
It was like breaking out of a cocoon, like the clothes were keeping something hidden inside the royal that only could appear with Morgan's help. "I..." he huffed, feeling the breath on his skin. It was what he needed more than anything. "I want... your marks on me... where no one else can see," he whispered. "I want to feel you long after." Sakura didn't want to think about the future. For now, they just wanted to focus on the man in front of them.
As more and more skin was unveiled and more kisses were given, the tears gradually stopped. Morgan smiled at that, lips moving from Sakura's wet cheeks to the curve of their long neck, the slope of the shoulder, the soft expanse of their upper chest. He kissed, licked and sucked as both their clothes were removed and threw away to land somewhere. "As you wish, your majesty."
Hungry lips caught Sakura's in a deep, heated exchange. Tongues met and twisted, eager and impatient, again and again, as hands caressed the now completely exposed body before him, grabbed hold of soft hips and smooth legs to guide the royal into a mote comfortable position. "I love you", he breathed as their mouths parted for air. "I adore you", he added before his mouth focused onleaving a yrail of wet kisses down Sakura's throat. "I will forever be yours."














