The shadows of two men blended, and moans and sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room. They were so lost in their passion that they didn't hear Red's beak tap against the glass. After a few minutes, they reached their climax, both covered in sweat- though only one of them appeared satisfied.
''You satisfy me, as always,'' Clyde whispered, tracing a finger along his lover's back. His companion, the royal tutor to the Nightbrew Kingdom's royal family, replied modestly, "Your Majesty, I don't deserve such praise; it's your skill that pleased us."
Clyde kissed him before getting out of bed, his bare form illuminated by moonlight. He slipped into a robe; the front left open to reveal the well-maintained muscular body of the middle-aged man.
''I hope my children aren't giving you trouble in their spell training,'' he said, his back turned to the effeminate tutor still lying on the bed.
