The Systems Prince (DISCONTINUED)

[2.12]

(Warning! There is very explicit sexual content in the first part of this chapter. I hope you saved room for breakfast.)

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Soon it was morning. Lance tightened his hold on Cyrus and burrowed his face into the nape of his neck. Cyrus was pulled out of his thoughts when a sleepy voice filled his ears, "You're still here..."

Lance's sleepy voice sends shivers down his spine. It was deep and croaky. It was... very alluring. Cyrus added this to the list of things about Lance that made him weak.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Cyrus whispers in response.

"I had a bad dream..." he pauses to yawn tiredly, "About you."

"What happened?"

"I don't remember."

Cyrus is silent, slightly concerned. He dreamt about me, but it was a bad dream? That isn't very reassuring.

"We should get up," Cyrus suggests, trying to squirm out of Lance's grasp.

Lance mumbled, "Don't wanna."

Cyrus was reminded of a stubborn child who didn't want to get out of bed to go to school. Cyrus sighed, "We can't stay in bed all day."

"Why not?" Lance pouted.

"I have to train, remember?"

"So? You can train here, with me."

Cyrus was oblivious, "How?"

Lance smirked, slipping his hands into Cyrus's shirt. He whispered into his mate's ear, "I think you know how."

Cyrus flushed. Lance was very forward. It wasn't surprising because he was his mate, it was only natural. But Cyrus - no, Ethan wasn't used to this at all. He didn't know how to react. He got all flustered every time a situation like this came up, and forgot how to function like a human being. With Lance's body so close, and his unintentionally seductive sleepy voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear, Cyrus found it very hard to resist. His body began to betray him when Lance's hand slid further and further down. Cyrus frantically searched for an excuse, ready to speak it - but all that came out was a moan when a pair of lips suckled his neck.

Lance froze, and Cyrus clamped a hand over his mouth. Did I just-

"Did you just...?"

"No!" Cyrus denied fervently, "No I definitely did not."

A smile tugged at Lance's lips, "Do it again."

"What?" Cyrus breathed, his face red hot.

Lance's lips found themselves against Cyrus's dark skin once more. Cyrus could feel a certain hardness against his back, and his eyes began to widen. Lance suckled Cyrus's neck, his hands inching closer towards Cyrus's hard member. Cyrus trembled, biting down hard in an effort to resist the onslaught of ecstacy that traveled through him. Lance's teeth began to nibble at his skin, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over his neck and shoulder. One of Lance's hands began to play with Cyrus's nipple, the other found itself slipping inside Cyrus's underwear. A moan slipped out of Cyrus's mouth - he couldn't help it. The pleasure he experienced was too great, and his wolf urged him to let this continue.

Lance soon stopped, and the pair breathed heavily, almost in sync. Cyrus's breath caught in his throat when a pair of hands pulled down his underwear. If a blanket wasn't covering him, his member would easily be exposed. Lance's hand hovered over his member, heat radiating off of it. He bit down on his lip, waiting for Lance to continue. Craving what will happen next. His wolf was running rampant. His mind was turned into a foggy landscape where he couldn't think straight.