"Don't you like this?" Lyre frowned, sad at the question.
He thought Rain might call an end to this. It was difficult to gauge Rain's reaction whenever he pulls that frown on his face.
"No, that's not. I....." Rain swallowed as he tried to seek a good answer to the question he was asked without seeming desperate.
"Don't think much, Rain." Lyre pecked Rain on his lips before he rose from Rain's thighs.
"What are you doing?" Rain swallowed with his entire focus on Lyre. He couldn't take his eyes off him.
"Why do you like asking that question? It seems like it's your favourite one?" Lyre smirked as he slowly untied the rope he tied around his waist, to hold the robe he was putting on.
Rain's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he watched Lyre.
"We are in the throne room. You know that, right?" He glanced at the door as if he were expecting anyone to barge in at any given time.
