'Sexual Desire,' Boris pondered, letting those two words twirl in his mind for a bit with a confused expression on his face. He fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling again. "Since when?" he mumbled, "since when did those kinds of motives… go through my mind??"
The idea of feeling anything more than just tolerance towards someone was baffling only to Boris. Then to add the fact that it was Dominic, someone who took him in from a slave store from the street, the prince of the kingdom made it even more unbelievable. If that was not more than enough to leave him completely rattled, there was one more thing that sent him off the edge.
'He's a man,' Boris thought to himself as he groaned slightly. 'How could I have such feelings for a man? My own gender who carries the exact same body parts that I do. How could I even dare… think of something like that against someone of my gender? How could I… again?'
