Sly had his eyes to the clouds. Above the clouds was the ocean that connected them to the above land. His heart ached missing the king. The beasts was his life, even in his lost state he still recognised his heart.
He dug his nails into his palm. There was no way that he could go back after coming this far.
"If you leave then don't think of coming back," the king's words echoed in his ear. He wanted to feel his body and take their relationship to another level.
To he able to not just touch, hug and kiss the king but to take it further than that. His skin yearned to memories how the king felt under him and above him.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, he had n clue as to why he was thinking of the male so much. Normally when he thought of the king so much then it meant that they were going to meet.
But after their fight and all that was said, he didn't think that the beast would ever look in his direction ever again.
