Noh-Varr should have known better than to think it would be a one time thing only. He should have known himself better and put less confidence in his self-control.
Earth was kind of terribly boring for him. The culture, whilst it did have some interesting wars and aspects, was not enough to tide over the endless mannerisms he had to learn alongside the emperor. As kree emissary, he had duties too, which was to learn of Earth and judge it to be a potential ally or enemy. Right now, he’d assess it as neutral at best. Maybe a good place for some genom research, since the rapid global mutations were quite unusual. But he was also sure if he invested some time into the Kree archives, he’d find an alien influence on Earth that triggered the phenomenon. No species made such rapid leaps on its own.
The only point of interest in the Genoshan court was, in fact, Prince Thomas.
Himself and this prince, the one Dor-Vell was now officially engaged to, had been…breaking some precarious rules. A one-time encounter had spawned many, and there was no foreseeable end in sight as long as Dor-Vell’s party was ashore.
Noh-Varr knew he was giving in to very un-Kree-like behaviour, chasing the thrill of being with the prince in the danger of discovery. Thomas was a whirlwind, befitting his mutation in every sense. He too knew how quickly mundane peace grew boring and he longed for adventure and danger, chances to prove his mettle and battles to win. Noh-Varr could practically feed off of the kindred spirit and they were undoubtedly drawn to each other.
Just as they had been tonight. Dor-Vell had been saddled with a private conference with king Magnus, an affair Noh and Thomas were not required to attend.
The kree had found the prince in his guest quarters, smirking seduction enough to make an ice giant grow hot and bothered. Noh had not resisted as he should and once again, they landed in bed.
Things were different now though in comparison to their first encounter. More often than once, Noh found himself revelling, taking his time, making each night last as long as he could. And he came to the astonishing conclusion that he didn’t just like the danger and thrill, he actually liked the prince himself. So much so he wished he was his liege, so that Noh had the right to protect and advise him rather than Dor-Vell. The marriage was a distant, yet looming threat that no longer provided thrill, but dread.
The kree rolled off of the prince again, this time an arm slid beneath Thomas’ head to cradle him against his side. They’d started this odd habit of staying, lingering among the mess of sheets and sweat.
"If I believed in demonic beings, I might accuse you of being an incubus, my prince."
He’d also started to call Thomas ‘his’ recently with no objection from the prince at all.
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