“Y-Your majesty, perhaps we shouldn’t be doing this-ah~”

Cheeks flushed, lips parted, fingers trembling; Loneal’s voice breaks off into a cry as you mark his pulse point. You pull back for a moment, a string of saliva still connected from your lips to his neck as your fingers work deftly to unbutton his uniform.

His lips are still red from your kiss earlier, eyes wide and uncertain as he whimpers slightly, “Y-Your majesty...”