The thing was... Shiro loved being so utterly loved by Zarkon, the Emperor of the Universe. Zarkon's devotion, almost like worship, was intoxicating and Shiro was drunk from it. It had been awhile since Shiro had experienced such love.
Shiro didn't mind that Zarkon kept him hidden away from public's eye, a secret concubine that only a handful of Zarkon's most trusted knew. After all, Zarkon was the most powerful man in the Universe --- he had enemies who wished to destroy him and everything he held dear. It was, as Zarkon said, for Shiro's own protection. Shiro didn't mind this, as long as Zarkon continued to love and pamper him.
Shiro watched as Zarkon clasped his armor pieces back on, after indulging to his whims to visit Shiro in his secret sanctuary. Shiro was reluctant to part so soon, but he knew that Zarkon was needed elsewhere --- Zarkon was always so busy, but he always found time to visit every now and then. Shiro could understand that.
When Zarkon was finally done, Shiro slipped out of the bed and stood on his tiptoes so he could turn Zarkon's face to face him. Zarkon almost immediately bent forward to compensate with their height difference and Shiro pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"What was that for?" Zarkon asked, blinking slowly in amusement.
"For luck", Shiro replied.
Zarkon let out a small chuckle and pressed another kiss to Shiro's lips.
Yeah, Shiro didn't mind this at all.
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