Thud. The chamber door slams shut behind them.

Clink. Nagi’s gauntlets hit the floor, followed by the heavy clatter of his sword belt.

Pant, pant. Their breaths are ragged, desperate, filling the silence between feverish kisses.

Then—nothing but the slick smack of lips parting, the muffled groan as Reo arches beneath him, fingers twisting in silver-white hair.

Nagi’s mouth is hot, relentless, swallowing every gasp Reo makes as he pins him deeper into the mattress. The prince’s robes are half torn open, silk pooling around his waist, his skin flushed and glistening in the candlelight.

Nagi pulls back—just enough to look at him.

Reo can see the conflict in his knight’s dark eyes, the way his throat bobs as if he’s swallowing down guilt. His hands, usually so sure in battle, tremble where they grip Reo’s hips.

He doesn’t know if he should be doing this.

Reo doesn’t care.

He drags Nagi back down by the collar, crashing their mouths together again, teeth clashing, tongues tangling. A whimper escapes him when Nagi’s calloused palm slides up his bare thigh, rough and possessive.

“Nagi—” His voice is wrecked already.

A low growl rumbles in Nagi’s chest as he bites down on Reo’s lower lip, sucking it slow before murmuring against his mouth, “You’re mine tonight.”

Reo shudders.

Because if this is a sin, then let them burn for it.