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Arthur was being held in such gentle arms he couldn't believe it was real. Maybe it wasn't, maybe it was just a dream. And even if it was, Arthur was okay with it. Because it felt nice.
He had been yearning for that warmth for years, for all his life. Not anyone's, but Oz's. The man who had saved his life and had given him a reason to keep on living was now lying right next to him, no bitter expression on his face as Arthur was used to see whenever he tried to approach him. Instead, a calmed aura came from the other man's body.
The prince couldn't help but to hopelessly stare at him, almost mesmerized. Not because Oz was handsome, which he was, but to remember that time for the rest of his days. Who knew if they'd be able to share such an intimous moment together any other time. That thought made his stomach twist, but Arthur chose to toss it away and keep enjoying himself a little more.
Arthur chose to close his eyes and smile, an honest, truthful smile he hadn't given to anyone but to the one's he loved.
He loved Oz, he loved him so much he could die right there. Life without him had been hard, so hard because he couldn't stand that annoying feeling of sadness that came to him whenever his mind chose to start thinking about the wizard. He would never had thought they would cross paths again, definitely not in this way. He'd never had thought Oz would agree to spend the night at his room in the manor just because Akira had said so. Arthur almost felt pathetic for getting the sage involved in a matter that did not concern them, and thanked them at the same time for taking his feelings into account.
The youngest male stretched out his hand. Barely touching Oz's cheekbone with the point of his fingers, he carefuly leaned forwards, his face just a few inches away from the other's.
Arthur's lips tensed, his blue eyes yearningly staring at the oldest's peaceful yet serious expression. If by any chance Oz found out... Well, Arthur was not sure what would happen to him. Oz might kill him, or maybe he would die of embarrassment before that could happen. Still, it was worth a try.
Oz's lips were incredibly soft against his. Just a brief contact was enough to make Arthur the happiest person in the world, even if it was just for a few moments. He wouldn't ask for any more than that, though he was craving for the other man to make a move. He would give anything for Oz to indulge him just a little bit, for Oz to make him feel like he was the only one that mattered to him. Arthur yearned it so much he didn't feel guilty for kissing Oz without his consent. Instead, he softly pressed his lips against the other's forehead and stared at him for a few seconds, just to come back to his previous position and cuddle next to the wizard.
The oldest's arms wrapped his torso, keeping Arthur by his side, as if he didn't want him to leave. Though Oz's long hair tickled against Arthur's cheek, the youngest leaned his forehead against the other's shoulder and closed his eyes. It was silly, but Arthur's heart was beating so fast he was scared Oz would wake up.
The prince looked at him one last time, and whispered something in a soft tone.
"Good night, Master Oz."