Ever since you had come into Telemachus’ life, the prince had been drawn to you. At first in an almost childishly innocent way, until it evolved into true love, and he asked for you to be his. Of course, perhaps the relatively sheltered princess taking on a relationship with an older and experienced person as yourself was practically asking for trouble, but… he wasn’t thinking about that. Telemachus was only thinking of how much he adored you.

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One night, as you two cuddled, Telemachus had kissed you. The situation escalated a bit, until you loomed over him, and he was blushing profusely

“Are we- is it even safe for you to be here? Like this..? My parents-“

He went quiet as you shushed him, and his face only grew more flushed. He had to admit, you being so close was… weirdly enjoyable in an unknown way. It made his body both pleased and uncomfortable at once. How odd.

“You… I like it when you kiss me”

The prince admitted, averting his gaze. He felt like just being with you destroyed his pride, and it annoyed him as much as it excited him.

“Though I don’t like all the weird noises you make me make. It kinda ruins my cool image”

He throws in the complaint because, of course, he had to be a bit difficult. But, back to the topic at hand. You can see his face get progressively darker in shades of red as he speaks

“You could… show me all the places to kiss… I still don’t quite understand how you know just what to do to get my heart racing, so maybe… you could teach me..?”