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Onyx’s eyes widened, his gaze flicking over Luther’s nipples.

“Do you have any ideas of what we could get up to?” Luther reached for the tie of the robe, tugging it, letting the robe fall open completely, letting Onyx see him in all his naked glory. “Any ideas whatsoever?”

Onyx licked his lips.

Luther spread his legs wide, keen for Onyx to admire him, to want him.

“Although, I suppose we could just sit here drinking wine. That could be cosy.” Luther lifted the cup towards his lips.

But he paused, the cup hovering over his chest. He tilted it back until the wine kissed the rim of the glass. Then he tilted the cup even more. Wine spilled over and dripped onto Luther’s chest. He gasped as the wine slid over his nipple.

“Oh no!” The wine slid down Luther’s pec, over his abs, and down to the trail of hair that led to his groin.

Onyx’s eyes followed the wine, his breathing increasing. A noticeable bulge pressed against the dark fabric of his trousers.

“I made a mess.” Luther pouted. “Whatever will I do, Onyx?” He ran his finger through the wine on his skin. “Do you think you can help me clean it up? Maybe with your tongue?”

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Onyx’s throat dried as he stared at Luther.

The dragon prince reclined on the chair, robe hanging open, naked body on display. Droplets of red wine marked the dusky planes and grooves of his chest.

Onyx’s cock plumped. His heart raced, beating its desire for Luther.

“Well, are you going to just sit there, or are you going to help clean me up?” Luther asked with an exaggerated flutter of his eyelashes. “I don’t like being so dirty.” He slid his finger through the wine on his lower belly, toying with the dark nest of curls around his cock.

If Onyx weren’t so aroused, he would laugh at Luther’s display. But with Luther spread out and waiting for Onyx’s touch and tongue, laughter was very far from Onyx’s mind.

Onyx rose from his seat. He walked around the table and stood beside Luther’s chair. Luther’s green eyes twinkled as they stared up at him.

For just a single moment, Onyx thought over the events of the day that had led them to this point. From tea, to fighting, to hearing his mother laugh, to opening up to each other, to Luther sleeping in his bed. It all seemed so surreal.

He’d enjoyed watching Luther in his bed, so unguarded in sleep. But Onyx had to admit, he enjoyed watching Luther naked and playful.

Onyx leaned down and gripped the arms of the chair. He dragged the chair around, turning it to face him. He shook his head and tsked. “You really have made a mess, my prince.”

“I have.” Luther sighed dramatically. He lifted his cup to his lips and drank, but some missed. More wine slid down his jaw and throat and onto his chest. “Oops!” Luther’s chest rose and fell in an unsteady rhythm, the dark skin of his throat flushed.

Onyx had never engaged in playful, teasing sex. But he was more than willing to throw himself into it. He wanted to make Luther beg and plead and come.

Onyx knelt on the rug. “I guess I’ll just have to clean you up.”

He placed a hand on Luther’s thigh, feeling a tremor run through it. Slowly, Onyx leaned forward. He opened his mouth.

Luther sucked in a breath as Onyx licked Luther’s nipple. Onyx swirled his tongue around the nub, feeling it harden. He tasted wine, sweat, and a smoky musk. Onyx gripped Luther by the waist as he tongued Luther’s nipple. He bit, teasing the nub between his teeth.

Luther cried out. His hand threaded through Onyx’s hair, tugging the short strands.

Onyx licked further down, chasing the wine, feeling muscles tense beneath his tongue. He licked at droplets, following them over hard abs and to the trail of hair leading to Luther’s groin. Onyx lapped at the dark curls.

“Onyx,” Luther moaned. His body arched, pressing into Onyx’s tongue.

Then Onyx pulled back, breathing heavily. Luther looked very much the debauched prince splayed on the chair, limbs heavy, skin flushed, and cock hard. He still held a half-filled glass of wine precariously in one hand.

Onyx’s cock jerked in his trousers. But he’d be patient. He wanted to make his husband come undone before he tended to his own needs.

“I missed the wine you spilt up here.” Onyx leaned forward.