A Royal Breakfast

Kaelix couldn't help but laugh softly as he carried Eirik from the bath, cradling him effortlessly in his arms. Eirik, flushed and exhausted, barely protested, his body too weak to stand after the passionate moments they'd just shared. Every step Kaelix took made Eirik shudder from the lingering soreness that thrummed through him. He rested his head against Kaelix's chest, sighing softly.

"You need to put me down," Eirik mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction. His body still buzzed with the pleasure Kaelix had wrung from him, and his muscles ached from the exertion.

Kaelix kissed the top of his head, grinning. "You can't even stand, let alone walk. I'll take care of you," he teased, gently laying Eirik down on the bed. He quickly grabbed a fresh towel to dry off Eirik's damp skin, moving with a tenderness that contrasted with the wild passion from earlier.