(Warning: Mature Content and Empire level spice coming in hot!)
Elian's POV
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"Argh!"
"Sorry. I told you to relax and not move too much."
[And I thought by now you two would be cutting to the chase and fucking each other senseless. Speaking of which, am I the only one who thinks Beta Axel low-key gives sub vibes?]
Elian rolled his eyes.
Currently, he and Axel were in the latter's chambers, on his bed. The Beta had taken off his clothes, leaving only a pair of ash trunks, lying on his chest.
Elian held a rag soaked in warm water and applied it on the surface of the burn mark etched on the Beta's back like some cursed tattoo.
But at the same time... He swallowed repeatedly, trying hard to focus without staring too long at the Beta's well-defined back muscles.
Elian adjusted his sitting position on the bed, trying to hide his already prominent erection.
