-Celestial Realm-
-The King's Castle-
Sarell might have put his foot in his mouth by saying he wouldn't need aphrodisiacs because here he was three rounds later sitting in Prince Velia's lap, The Crown Prince hardly ever took off his clothes, or at most his robe, but right then he was fully clothed, looking right about ready for a meeting while Sarell was completely wrecked.
Damp tendrils of his black hair stuck to his misty face which glowed warmly, parted lips swollen, pale green eyes heavy-lidded. His black hair flowed down a supple back which was curved into an arch, Prince Velia's possessive grip marking the skin of his waist.
Sarell was about to pass out from exhaustion, lower body numb from pleasure. He had a wrist covering his face, unable to look at the Crown Prince's face at this distance and position.
