Nyx follows Laurent's lead, the hand on his waist sliding to the small of his back as he draws him closer, ardent and adoring as he kisses Laurent deeply with skilled tongue and warm lips. Here, at least, they're back in familiar territory, and everything will be fine if only Nyx doesn't allow himself to think, only to respond to the sweetness of Laurent's mouth and the unspoken yearning of his body.

A step forward, and he has Laurent very nearly pressed up against him. The heat radiating from his body is intoxicating, leaving him breathless with desire. The hand on Laurent's back has drifted lower, resting on his hip, and Nyx's heart seems to skip a beat-- this is the Crown Prince he's touching in such a familiar way, he shouldn't-- No. If he follows this line of thought, then he'll have to stop, and Nyx... doesn't want that.