-Celestial Realm-
-The King's Castle-
Sarell's little gasp of shock was drowned by the flood of wine that filled his mouth. Prince Velia had sealed their lips together and spilled the sweet tangy drink over his tongue.
He swallowed it down, feeling it burn its way down his throat. It didn't burn because it was alcoholic as that was forbidden on the Royal Mount, instead, the pressed grapes scalded his tongue and throat because of its aphrodisiac contents.
Although he doubted he would need it-
That line of thought was cut off when Prince Velia chased after the wine, his tongue feeling like a firebrand inside of Sarell's mouth.
Prince Velia was a methodical lover, patiently breaking down his reservations until he was nothing but a puddle of sensations. But today, there was an edge to his movements, an underlying urgency.