The king's lips crashed into the bard's as they stumbled to the bed. He was eager to feel the other's body against his.
Fennel fell back into the bed, with Oliver on top of him.
"I love you," Fennel gasped out.
"I love you, too," Oliver responded, his lips trailing down the king's neck.
"More," the king moaned out the request.
"Patience," the bard chuckled, his hands sliding up the man's tunic.
"Don't make me wait," Fennel pleaded.
"I can't help it," the bard whispered, nibbling the king's earlobe.
"Oliver," the king purred, his tail wrapping around the other man's.
"Yes, my love?" Oliver purred into his ear.
"Take off your clothes," Fennel ordered.
"Whatever my king wants," grinned the bard, quickly removing his tunic.
"You're so handsome," Fennel cooed, placing his hands on the man's toned chest.
"I could say the same about you," the bard chuckled.
