**** Warning: Mature content ****
"I hope you know what you are asking for," Federline's face darkens, but his pupils shine like a wild beast watching him in the dark.
Lemuel shivers, and his chest throbs. With a mind of their own, his hands grab on Federline's shoulders. Federline quickly takes a glance on the right, where Lemuel's hand is touching his naked skin. Lemuel's touch shows no hesitation in his wants, but only his pride is holding him back from those words of desire.
"If you remain quiet, I don't know what you want," Federline watches Lemuel stiffens his frown.
Frustration steams out of Lemuel's body, and Lemuel knows that Federline understands what he wants. Yet, the man still asks for words that Lemuel is too embarrassed to say. After all, he is a prince. He is a prince of two nations, yet a lowly mountain thief asks for his confirmation to proceed with his sexual frustrations.
