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His knight is gentle when he comes close. His hold isn't tight enough to make Seawatt's wrist feel like it's being strangled, nor is it light enough to make Seawatt doubt if he wants to be near him.
"We shouldn't, we can't," he breathes out, his words warm against the skin of his prince's neck. Prince. This isn't any servant who he's just having some fun with, not any random citizen he's fooling around with. How'd he get a royal in his hands again? "Your family's waiting for you, your highness- we really shouldn't be doing this."
Seawatt doesn't blink, mouth twisting into a sly grin. "Please, I've seen you in the Arena. You can get things done in a timely manner, I know you can. And my family can wait. My sister can stand to gain some patience."
He doesn't resist the prince's touch when he curls closer, even with his dread at the reminder of Princess Tabi.
"If you say so," is all he whispers back, and Seawatt takes the opportunity to press their lips together.
Seawatt's hands come to grip his dress-shirt's collar, his armor long discarded, put away in the armory as it should be. His hands trail up higher and higher, before his prince's grip is locking the two of them in the position he wants.
They part without any fanfare, the sound of his own breaths the only thing he can hear, the sight of Seawatt's smirk the only thing he can focus on. But they can't stay like this forever.
"You're going to be late," he finally blurts out, and Seawatt, coming to same realization, scrambles out of his grasp, smoothing over any discrepancies before he's turning and making way to the throne room, feet moving too fast to be called a walk.