𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

018 | Of New Beginnings

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Feverish Heat.

Y/n L/n had never kissed before in his life.

But now as he melted into Isidor's embrace — it just felt so natural; so right. Y/n's heart had thudded faster and fuller against his chest as Isidor had nipped his bottom lip — as the prince had started to tease him with his lips hovering just a hair's breath away from his. And then Isidor had bit gently again on Y/n's lips, enough for Y/n to gasp, and for Isidor's invasive tongue to slip between the gap of Y/n's lips deftly and swiftly.

Y/n's gaze was clouded.

Their bodies pressed flush against each other, with Y/n's back touching the wall. Y/n simply could not catch his breaths — for each time he tried to breathe, Isidor would be back again, his hands curling around Y/n's hips and simply pushing the (h/c)-haired male towards him. Soon Y/n's vision grew hazy and all his brain could register was the incessant press of Isidor's lips against his: stealing his breaths, sliding his tongue over the rim of his teeth — ravaging him.

It was like the prince was drugged. Every time they parted, Y/n would only be allowed a singular, sharp inhale of oxygen — before the devouring would continue. And each time, Isidor would be be kissing Y/n again like a starved animal, hissing slightly when Y/n tried to return the kiss. But against the force of Isidor's kiss, Y/n's attempt to reciprocate was weak and useless. In the end, he was simply overwhelmed by Isidor's desire.

I can't, Y/n thought feverishly, I can't breathe. His mind was starting to send him warning signals.

At last, he mustered up his strength to pull himself away from Isidor, chest rising up and down frantically as Y/n touched his bottom lip gingerly. It was red and swollen, but surprisingly, did not hurt much.

Isidor buried his head into Y/n's shoulder.

"Ah," Isidor said after a while, voice soft and hoarse, "I apologize. I did not realize that I lacked so much self control."

Y/n reddened. "I liked it," he said softly, "I liked kissing you, that is."

Isidor lifted his head off Y/n's shoulder to gaze at the (h/c)-haired boy. His voice was filled with plain devotion and adoration as he spoke, "you're so pretty, you know that? Your beauty..." Isidor exhaled. "It'll end up killing me."

Y/n was so cute, it was driving him up the wall. To see his dreams come into real life — to feel Y/n's skin so freely beneath his fingertips...there was no greater luxury than this. Y/n was trembling slightly, his bottom lip quivering and his body shivering. Isidor gently brought him towards the bed, before he sat Y/n down and ruffled his hair.

"We'll go at your pace. Whatever you're comfortable with," Isidor promised, "alright, darling?"

Darling. That word often slipped out of Isidor's mouth, but it had never felt so tangible...so real before. Because now Y/n knew that Isidor meant it. He meant those endearments. Looking back, wasn't it so horrifyingly obvious? Hadn't Isidor's affections been so clear? No wonder Annie had been so impatient to him.

Y/n's gaze dropped to Isidor's lap, before he swallowed.

"You're hard."

"Of course I am," Isidor said, amused, "was the extent of my desires not clear enough earlier, when I kissed you?"

"Are normal kisses supposed to feel like that?" Y/n asked, embarrassed, "I got out of breath, and —"

Isidor leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss on Y/n's lips. The notion was light, quick, and gentle. "No. Not really."