After running around the throne room Ares finally managed to turn the tables around. He stopped, making Ea fall right on top of him and when they collided with the floor the Disee prince flipped him over, sitting on top of him, his hands pinned right above his head. The young prince smirked, proud and Ea scoffed, turning his eyes away from him.
"Got ya." he told him and the small elf scoffed again. "Is there something stuck on your neck?" Ares asked him.
"Is there a problem with your dick? Tell me because there would be no other reason for you to be at the red light district, especially when you told me you would be sleeping." Ea said, looking at him straight in the eyes with a furious expression. His pointy ears had turned bright red, his lips turning slowly into a thin line, nostrils flared as he locked eyes with his bastard husband.
