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12. Intoxicating Release

A/N: This chapter contains sexual content - skip to the next chapter if that's not your thing, but if it is, enjoy~

"He's probably not even in the stables," Keir sighed to himself, the wooden slats of the structure enlarging as he grew near. "It's not as if the stablehands actually live in the stables." Despite his sceptacism, Keir had to see for himself, the light flickering in the stable pulling him in. Light seeped from beneath the gaps in the stable doors, the lock undone. Stepping inside, Keir peered around, only to find a single lantern lit in the corner and no one inside, not even horses.

"Hmph, I guess I was wrong," Keir muttered, turning around to leave as a figure appeared by the door wearing a comfortable smirk, arms crossed in front of his chest. 

"Wrong about what?" the accented voice asked, as the figure stepped into the light, the stable doors closing behind him. Ahri, shirt unbuttoned and pants haphazardly hanging from his hips, leaned backwards against the door, his brown eyes staring right into Keir's blue ones. His sultry gaze, as unfiltered as the first time he had seen him, made Keir chuckle, running his fingers through his thick hair as he stepped towards the male in front of him.

"Not wrong after all, it seems," Keir grinned, moving closer to the stablehand until their chests just touched. Ahri let out a low, amused sound as his eyes dropped to Keir's lips, and then back to his eyes. A playful glimmer flickered there, as the man spoke again. 

"Did you need something, Your Highness," Ahri asked, his breath hot against Keir's lips as their noses bumped. Keir inhaled sharply, Ahri's exotic scent intoxicating. He smelled like sweet spices and sweat, the heady aroma making Keir lick his lips. Ahri's eyes couldn't move from Keir's tongue as it ran across the length of his red lips, the man's smirk deepening. 

"Yes," Keir whispered, his hands reaching for the man in front of him. "There is."

Ahri didn't hesitate as Keir's fingers grabbed onto his open shirt, pulling him forwards to crush their lips together. The prince was as captivating, if not even more so, than when he had first laid eyes on him, and he moaned as Keir's lips forced his own open, his honeyed tongue teasing for entrance. Ahri didn't put up any resistance, fisting his fingers through the prince's dark hair, nails scraping his scalp wildly. Ahri felt the prince's lips smile against him, and captured the man's lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently.

Pulling apart, the two men stared at each other, chests bumping as they breathed heavily, lips slick with saliva. Ahri grinned as Keir untangled his hands, stepping backwards with a tantalising smile on his face. Ahri's excitement grew as the prince slowly slid his fingers down the side of his tapered waist, fingers expertly pulling his shirt off his body. Ahri let out a slow, low whistle as he took in the prince's exquisite form. A thin, pink line was the only colour that graced the porcelain skin, the smooth flesh begging to be touched. 

"Is there anything else I can help you with, Your Highness?" Ahri asked, voice thick as Keir bit his lip, nodding slowly.

"Remove your shirt," Keir said, deep voice sending shivers through the stablehand's tanned flesh. The unbuttoned shirt easily slipped off his shoulders as he approached the prince, who reached forward and pressed his hands flush against the commoner's chest, humming in appreciation. 

"Anything else?" Ahri asked, Keir's eyes dropping lower. Ahri chuckled, as Keir tapped on the waistband of his pants. 

"Off," Keir commanded, Ahri throbbing at the lustful command. Kicking the pants off his feet, Keir raised a brow as his eyes raked across the stablehand's toned physique, swallowing. "No undergarments?"

"Waste of fabric," Ahri chuckled, tugging at Keir's pants desperately. Keir's eyes didn't leave Ahri's as he shimmied out of his pants, the fabric pooling at his feet. Ahri loosed a delighted laugh, his blood boiling.