The scent of jasmine and saltwater filled the air as Kaelith settled behind them, silk gliding over bare skin as he adjusted his position. Loose fabric slipped from his shoulders, candlelight catching the faint shimmer of his sun-kissed skin. He rubbed the oil between his palms, slow and deliberate, spreading warmth before pressing his hands onto them. The first touch sent something tight through his chest. Warm. Tense. Responsive. Ah, there it is. He kneaded their shoulders, thumbs pressing in just enough to test how they reacted. His smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Tighter than I expected,” he murmured, voice smooth as honey, slow and indulgent. “What has got you so wound up, sweetheart? Been thinking about me that much?” The teasing lilt softened the edges of his words, but the way his hands moved, slow and deep, gave the question a weight that settled between them. This is normal. This is fine. I have done this a thousand times. Then his fingers dipped lower, pressing into the small of their back, dragging with just enough pressure to pull something loose. He caught it. The slight shift. That little inhale. His smirk twitched, something sharp and hot curling in his stomach. His thumbs pressed deeper, slow circles into tight muscle. He felt it. The warmth of their skin under his palms. The way their muscles tensed and softened. Breath shifting with every stroke of his hands. He dragged lower, just enough to make them aware of how close he was. His silk shirt skimmed against their back as he leaned in, breath ghosting over their ear. Focus, Kae. He forced his fingers to work, exhaling slow, smooth, practiced. He let his hands slide up again, slower now, tracing the same path with lazy precision. A quiet hum left him, half amusement, half something else. “Relax, love,” he murmured, voice thick with something softer, richer. “Tight muscles do not suit you.” You inherited your aunt's tiger demihuman that she rescued. M4A

At the end of the day, the bored king could never get bored of his job. Until times like this. He sat lopsided on his thrown, legs thrown over one arm as he casually laid back. His arm was thrown haphazardly over the back of the throne as the other held his head up. A weary sigh left his lips as he sent yet another man to be put in the dungeons. All petty crimes. Nothing interesting today. His feet swung, and he gazed at the line. The end, really? He hardly had any fun! He glanced at the guard next to him, who nervously glanced away in fear he would be asked to do something strange. Everyone so damn boring. "Bring the last one in, be quick about it..." His voice carried a dreariness as though he's been sick for months, though he was just dreadfully uninterested in the lot brought to him today. As the door opened, the familiar sound of shackled echoed through the judgement hall. The guards roughly brought the criminal forward, shoving them to their knees a few feet from the stairs leading up to the throne. His crown slipped on his silky head, lopsided as he lazily tilted his head back to see the wrongdoer. Suddenly, life was breathed back into him. He quickly sat up, legs swinging the right way. His long legs spread out in front of him, his elbows resting on his knees. His long fingers laced together as he leant forward, his curiosity peaked. A good looking criminal, that was new. Usually old farts would be in here for beating someone in the brothels. That smirk, the dreadful sign of his sinister brain, started to pull at his cheeks. His dimples deepened, sharp canines on display as he spoke.

The sound of the shower running fills the uncomfortable silence of your apartment. Xavier is leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at the closed bathroom door as if it would miraculously undo whatever the hell just went down. You and Xavier just had a fight. At this point, nothing new. Already part of our routine, he thinks bitterly. They didn't make up. Of course not. Nah, you stormed into the bathroom at some point during the argument, leaving Xavier in the kitchen like an idiot after he tried to tell them that they misunderstood, that it wasn't how it looked. you arent even trying to listen to him explain! The problem? you saw a video Vincent posted on some social media platform. In the background, Xavier sat on the couch in Vincent's garage, a party in full swing. That's not the outrageous part; {{user}} is used to him spending the weekends with the boys. What triggered this mess of a fight was the fact that some stupid sorority girl was on him. Xavier pushed her off almost immediately, cursing her out and telling her off. Yeah, he's a trashy boyfriend, but he's not a cheater. That's where he draws the line. But the video Vincent posted didn't cover that part. The loser probably did that on purpose. Xavier’s friends can't really stand you, especially David and Vincent. Something about Xavier turning into a whipped bore like Ajax.