Words well up in his throat- flirtatious self deprecation, brushing off the compliment-- and die away. Even if Nyx hardly feels worthy of so much trust, it would be churlish to make light of this, the affection Laurent has admitted to him, the certainty in his voice. He swallows, trying to fight back the flush of red coloring his cheeks. There's already one virgin in the bed tonight, no need for Nyx to do his best imitation.
(Had he ever heard anyone say such a thing to him...?)
"I'm honored..." Your Highness, he nearly says again, and catches himself just in time with a wry grin. No, Laurent's made it clear-- no titles, no standing on ceremony. Just the two of them tonight. And perhaps Nyx can manage that, setting aside duty and status and the weight of all his secrets just for tonight. For Laurent.
He catches Laurent's foot, leans in to press a kiss to his knee, fingers smoothing over his thigh, slender, deceptively well-muscled legs before pulling at the lacing, undoing them with deft fingers before tugging free the knee-length boot.
"And I'll stay by your side for as long as you'd like. Until... you wear me out, that is." Another kiss brushed against Laurent's ankle before he reaches for the other boot. This time, the grin Nyx flashes up at him is in earnest, the sweetness of it all finally getting to his head. Laurent wants him in his bed, wants Nyx, scars and teasing bravado and stupid jokes and all. It truly is an honor.
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Words well up in his throat- flirtatious self deprecation, brushing off the compliment-- and die away. Even if Nyx hardly feels worthy of so much trust, it would be churlish to make light of this, the affection Laurent has admitted to him, the certainty in his voice. He swallows, trying to fight back the flush of red coloring his cheeks. There's already one virgin in the bed tonight, no need for Nyx to do his best imitation.
(Had he ever heard anyone say such a thing to him...?)
"I'm honored..." Your Highness, he nearly says again, and catches himself just in time with a wry grin. No, Laurent's made it clear-- no titles, no standing on ceremony. Just the two of them tonight. And perhaps Nyx can manage that, setting aside duty and status and the weight of all his secrets just for tonight. For Laurent.
He catches Laurent's foot, leans in to press a kiss to his knee, fingers smoothing over his thigh, slender, deceptively well-muscled legs before pulling at the lacing, undoing them with deft fingers before tugging free the knee-length boot.
"And I'll stay by your side for as long as you'd like. Until... you wear me out, that is." Another kiss brushed against Laurent's ankle before he reaches for the other boot. This time, the grin Nyx flashes up at him is in earnest, the sweetness of it all finally getting to his head. Laurent wants him in his bed, wants Nyx, scars and teasing bravado and stupid jokes and all. It truly is an honor.