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Warning: This chapter contains NSFW content. Reader discretion is advised.
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Lance was suddenly grabbed by his waist and taken into someone's embrace. Then, his lips heated up and a passionate tongue entered.
King Arthur kissed him passionately and plundered his breath.
"You knew I liked you, right?" King Arthur bit his lip, his voice hoarse as he asked.
Lance gasped for breath. After a period of silence, he made a sound of confirmation.
Did this mean they are mutually like each other? Or was he actually successful in his quest to ensnare Lancelot?
As he thought to himself with glazed and muddled eyes, he reached out, sliding one hand deep into the man's purple loose robe.
Panting heavily, King Arthur laid gentle kisses under Lance's ear, his hot breath pushing against it.
