One kiss, and Nyx's thoughts fall clear out of his head-- he'd been worried for Laurent, worried and outraged at Auguste, mentally tallying up years worth of service and trying to come up with arguments to dissuade his liege, and then--
Laurent's lips are unimaginably soft, pressed light as breath against his own in a chaste and careful kiss-- and Nyx feels it like a spike of desire hammered straight through his spine, a hot thrill racing through his blood, heat pooling in his groin. Unable to help himself, he leans eagerly into the kiss, lips parting in a rush of warm breath...
...before he comes to his damned senses, jerking away with a strangled sound, all the color drained from his face as he stares at Laurent, unable to disguise the shock in his eyes. And hoping against hope that the reaction Laurent's kiss had caused in him isn't as obvious as it feels. And what the fuck is wrong with him anyway? He's not-- some horny teenager anymore, ready to fall head over heels in lust for any pretty face that walks by. Nyx has kissed (and done more than kiss) plenty of sweet faced boys and handsome girls in his time; Laurent is beautiful (very, very beautiful, his mind unhelpfully supplies), but that doesn't mean....
"I, uh," he swallows and tries again, "Your Highness..."
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Laurent's lips are unimaginably soft, pressed light as breath against his own in a chaste and careful kiss-- and Nyx feels it like a spike of desire hammered straight through his spine, a hot thrill racing through his blood, heat pooling in his groin. Unable to help himself, he leans eagerly into the kiss, lips parting in a rush of warm breath...
...before he comes to his damned senses, jerking away with a strangled sound, all the color drained from his face as he stares at Laurent, unable to disguise the shock in his eyes. And hoping against hope that the reaction Laurent's kiss had caused in him isn't as obvious as it feels. And what the fuck is wrong with him anyway? He's not-- some horny teenager anymore, ready to fall head over heels in lust for any pretty face that walks by. Nyx has kissed (and done more than kiss) plenty of sweet faced boys and handsome girls in his time; Laurent is beautiful (very, very beautiful, his mind unhelpfully supplies), but that doesn't mean....
"I, uh," he swallows and tries again, "Your Highness..."