Noel's eyes widened.
Before he could complain that it's not appropriate for them to continue... before he could push away... Arthur kissed him again.
Harder.
Deeper.
Three minutes had long passed... Noel's hands fisted in Arthur's lapels.
Finally, desperate for air, he bit Arthur's lower lip.
Arthur hissed and finally pulled back as he tasted blood on his tongue.
He wore a cunning smirk and licked the small cut.
"Your teeth are quite sharp," he said like he was amused.
Noel wiped his own lips with the back of his hand and stepped away. He turned toward the princess who was still unconscious on the ground.
"We can't leave the princess here. It's cold," he said. "You have to carry her."
Arthur raised one brow.
"Me? Why should I carry her?"
Noel rolled his eyes.
"Because she's a princess," he said. "And she should be in a safe place. Not lying next to a corpse. The doctors have to check her to see if she didn't hurt herself when she fell."
