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29. A Dreamless Night

A/N: This chapter contains sexual content - skip or enjoy, up to you~

"You won again?" Guin groaned, slumping in her chair as she threw her cards down with resigned defeat. Keir chuckled happily as he scooped his winnings towards him, popping one of the small chocolates into his mouth. "That pretty face of yours is quite the bluff."

"Thank you for the compliment, My Lady," Keir said, Guin crossing her arms over her chest as Lucas sighed, dropping his losing cards on the table in front of him. 

"I fear I am also weak to that face of his," Lucas said, Guin clasping his hands in hers as she thanked him for sharing her feelings. Over the past two days, Lucas and Guin had become good friends, with Lucas finally assured that there was nothing vaguely romantic going on between her and Keir, though he still felt an itch whenever Keir would give her a platonic kiss on the cheek or a tender squeeze on the shoulder. 

"Losing has made me tired. I will retire first," Guin said, yawning delicately behind her hand as she rose from her seat, pulling the shawl around her shoulders closer to her body. "I bid you two pleasant dreams."

"Good night, Guin," Keir said, kissing her hand as Lucas nodded his head towards her, Guin smiling sleepily as she was escorted to her chambers by her maid.

"Should we retire as well?" Lucas asked, Keir nodding, but not before popping all the won chocolates into a small pouch, Lucas shaking his head with a smile on his face.

As the two princes made their way back to their chambers, Lucas couldn't help but grow nervous. It has been two days since they gave in to their feelings, but they had not gone past the threshold of gentle kisses and tender cuddles, and though Lucas was in deep bliss just spending his time just by Keir's side, he couldn't help but want to do more. Keir had never hinted at wanting to pursue something sexual, though he never shied away from a kiss. 

'"The... thing I had with Ahri was different from what I have with you." Lucas had been glad to hear Keir say this a few night prior, but now he found himself turning the phrase over and over in his mind, pulling it apart and gluing it back together. Keir said it was different, but in what way? Lucas knew that their relationship was not chaste, the image of Ahri's body on top of Keir's far to vivid in his mind. Was Keir not attracted to Lucas in that way? Lucas knew that Ahri was completely different to him; while Ahri was wild and dripping with sex, Lucas was handsome but awkward. Did Keir not want to bed him because he was less experienced?

Lucas's hands fiddled with the hem of his untucked shirt as they stepped into their chambers, Keir stretching his arms immediately, letting out a noise somewhere between a groan and a mewl as his lean muscles flexed. Lucas's mouth became wet as a slither of pale skin peeked from underneath Keir's shirt, disappearing into the waistband of his leather trousers that sloped across the expanse of his behind. Lucas imagined slipping his hand up that shirt and spreading his fingers across that soft skin, burying himself in what was hidden by the dark leathers.

Keir caught Lucas staring, raising a brow. 

"Something wrong?" Keir asked, Lucas shaking his head immediately, ears red. Keir tilted his head to the side as he looked at Lucas, his eyes trailing from his panicked eyes to his slightly parted lips, to his broad, muscled chest, down to the waistband of his pants and... oh. Keir licked his lips, smirking slightly. "Something is definitely wrong."

"Th-This isn't what you think it is!" Lucas almost screamed, quickly reaching for a throw cushion beside him, placing it in front of the bulge in his pants, turning a bright shade of crimson. 

"Well, it's clearly not a cushion," Keir said, voice amused as he stepped forward, only for Lucas to take a step back. 

"Um, well, it may be what you think it is, but please just ignore it!" Lucas cried, Keir frowning.