It was the middle of the night, and somewhere on Planet Nova, a certain guide was undergoing a life-changing experience.
Xavier leaned in, brushing his lips against Luca's in a kiss so smooth it felt like a dream. And the wobbly heir? He melted. Heart thudding and skin buzzing like he'd been touched by lightning.
And his brain? Turned into dough. The soft one. The kind that, when pinched and touched, would recover again as if asking to be touched once more.
Yes, he was definitely like that kind, one that barely even noticed the shift in weight until Xavier's hands started roaming—slow, deliberate, like he was kneading a very precious, seriously blushing dough.
Warmth curled beneath his skin. The prince's hands traveled lower while his mouth ghosted over Luca's neck, planting kisses and licking like they had nothing but time. Each one made Luca feel like a wire pulled taut.
