It was almost unbelievable how cheesy his lover could get when he was in a good mood. Laurent never really knew how to react to it and the current moment was not any different. He flushed and looked into Damen’s eyes, refusing to look away even despite having nothing as sweet to say.
“Sometimes I wonder how such things can slip out of your mouth so easily.”
Pressing his body against the other’s, he ground against him as he gave him a shameless look, a small smirk showing on his lips.
“What are you still waiting for then? Hurry up and make love to me. You’re taking way too long and you should know I’m not that that patient when it comes to some things.”
He cupped Laurent’s face with one hand as his other hand slid towards his crack to gently prod at the hole he found there. He kissed him softly, before slowly nibbling down his neck, and biting down on his collarbone, trying to leave a mark on the other king’s pale skin.
“You seem to loosen my tongue, Laurent, and I do tend to speak my mind, as you know.”
He groaned softly and gently pushed Laurent back until he could reach the tray of various soups, foods and other bath things, including a vial of oil they had just for occasions like these. “I’m so sorry I like worshiping your body, my king,” he replied teasingly, uncapping the vial to coat his fingers in the smooth oil. “Perhaps I should just start taking you wherever and whenever I please, would that satisfy you?”
