Limerence

Chapter twelve

"Clay! Stop!" George pleaded giggling.

The Prince was currently kissing his neck. He slid his hands under George's shirt, smiling at the fact that the brunette was very ticklish. His fingers traveled from George's abdomen to his back, bringing him closer to the blond.

The Prince had asked George to meet him in the library for, well, a make-out session. 

Even though it was one of the main rooms of the castle, none of the royals seem to like reading in there. They would mostly just take any books to their rooms and read them there. 

George knew the servants had already cleaned the library, so it was unlikely they would come back any soon. Still, he was slightly afraid they would get caught.

"Clay!" the advisor exclaimed a little too loud when the aforementioned bit his neck. The Prince chuckled at George's reaction.

"Shh, you are so loud." the taller man scolded him and brought him impossibly closer towards him.

"Please, stop." George begged, giggling again.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." the blond gave up, raising his hands trying to act innocent. George straightened his clothes.

"We have to leave, someone might come here looking for us." the brunette mentioned, intertwining their fingers. He drew circles and gave him a kiss in the back of his hand. Prince Clayton smiled at him.

"Alright, but first." Clay wrapped his arms around George's waist and lowered himself to be at the same height as George. He kissed the advisor and pushed him against the wall.

He can't keep it in his pants, can he? George thought to himself.

Clay demanded George to open his mouth. The brunette complied, moaning softly, letting Clay introduce his tongue inside his mouth. 

Both men completely forgot that anyone could come over any second. In fact, the thought of kissing The Prince in such a public space thrilled George.

George brought his hands to Clay's blond hair, playing with his curls. He had realized that The Prince loved when George touched his hair. 

Kissing The Prince was like a drug George was addicted to. His mind was reeling every time both of their skins would touch, every time their lips would brush. He would forget about everything and give Clay his full attention.

He always felt intoxicated around The Prince, but when they were kissing, he felt euphoric. It was almost as if George would have an aesthetic delight at Clay's beauty.

Plus, it made him forget about everything that troubled him.

They broke apart to take some air, and Clay gave him a smile. 

"We can leave now." the blond stated as he brought a hand to the brunette's face, breathing heavy. 

But now George didn't want to leave. Something inside him lit up the moment The Prince pushed his tongue inside of George's mouth. 

And now, he wanted more.

*slight nsfw. skip it if you are uncomfortable*

With a firm movement, George turned them over, pushing The Prince against the wall. He placed his hands on the blond's chest and slowly slid them down to his pants' waistband. He looked Clay in the eyes, batting his eyelashes and kneeled in front of The Prince.

"George." The Prince gasped surprised because of what George was implying. The brunette smirked at him and leaned to rest his head on Clay's thigh.