The bathwater lapped softly against Xion's skin as he let his head fall back.
His vacant gaze stayed on the ceiling. The patterns that had once awed him with how artistically they were carved over the edges were now a blurry mess.
He couldn't find where they began and where they ended. Everything looked like a loop, something that seemed to engulf him, leaving no way out.
He had fallen headfirst for the Archduke. However, having a kind of salacious dream at his age was absurd. Not to mention how mortifyingly embarrassed he felt.
Even in his younger, more vigorous years, he didn't recall having such... wet dreams.
Combining his two lifetimes, it actually never happened. Not even once.
Was this... the delayed reaction?
Prior to falling for the Archduke, he had never thought of sex. Well, he had, but in the way one would think of breathing.
To him, it was just an automated, biological aspect of life. All of his thoughts regarding sex came from simple curiosity.
