Once it’s covered he lets his eyes travel over the young man’s body, stopping to linger on all the little cuts over the porcelain skin and feeling a rush of emotions when he sees the large scar that Ares had given him; a line of raised skin starting at his belly button and stopping at the top of his left rib.

“So many scars,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, but you love them; you think they make me look sexy.” Theodore chuckles at the blush that flares to life over the prince’s cheeks when their eyes meet.

“So what if I do?” It’s the prince’s turn to smirk as the other blushes too though after a few more seconds, they simultaneously close the space between them to connect their lips. Tristan brings the blond closer by wrapping his arms tightly around his waist while Theodore wraps his arms slowly around his neck, their kiss deepening the longer they stay connected. The heat hits their chests and tingles around their limbs when Tristan lifts the smaller man to sit him on the counter of the kitchen, sliding his hands down his hips to his thighs that he grips tightly after Theodore wraps his legs around the brunets hips. He roughly curls his fingers into the back of the prince’s fluffy locks, pink tinging all the way to his ears when the man lets out a little noise from the back of his throat, continuing to kiss him softly despite the roughness of his hands.

It’s when the blond has gripped the other man’s bottom lip with his teeth that someone clears their throat and the two men pull away from each other quickly, causing a split in the prince’s lip since Theodore hadn’t entirely let go of the other’s bottom lip when they sprung apart.

“Fuck.” Tristan says, placing some fingers on the split to stunt any bleeding as they both looked over to see Alissia with her hands placed on her hips and a frown over her eyes.

“You’ve got a perfectly good room to use for that kind of stuff boys,” she scolds them, trying her hardest not to smirk at their red faces.

“It was Tristan’s fault.” Theodore says innocently, earning a slap on the back of the head from the brunet.

“From what I saw, you were both very into it. Now get off the counter and go away so I can start dinner.” They nod and go sit in the living room on the large lounge where they try to just sit beside each other without it getting too heated but they feel as though they’re being pulled towards each other.

Like something was pushing them into being passionate, so without much more delay they bring each other closer and connect their lips again, the heat almost burning through their chests when they press together. Tristan pushing Theodore into a laying position on the lounge, their lips getting more desperate and their hands hold each other close.

Nothing else around them matters, like the world has melted away and all that matters is what’s happening between them. Sparks were flying through their bodies from every point that they touched; the only time they pull away was when Tristan stands and drags Theodore down the hall and into their room. It was scarcely decorated with just a large bed and cupboard full of their clothing; they don’t waste any time once the door is closed, Tristan connecting their lips after he’s pulled his shirt off.

The need for each other was building in their chests and their fingers were making quick work of the remaining clothing that the pair had on and falling on to the unmade bed when it had all been removed.

Theodore shivers at the contact made between their bodies, loving the feeling of the sparks that run through his body and the way Tristan’s hands run lovingly down his sides. Theodore dared to lightly skim his lips from Tristan’s mouth across his cheek, down his jaw and around his neck until he reaches his collarbone; biting down gently to bring a noise from the back of the other man’s throat.

Of course this spurred Theodore on more and in minutes, was bringing throaty moans from the prince’s mouth with his hands though after a little while of that, Tristan stops Theodore with a heavy breath.

“Is this what you want?” He says softly making Theodore grin.

“Tris, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” he replies, not wasting another second before reconnecting their lips.

Not long after were they experiencing their love for the first time as their arms curled around each other before Theodore trails kisses down to the brunet’s neck and coming to a halt at his soft spot, earning himself a deep yet soft moan from the prince’s lips before continuing down his sculpted chest. Tristan sucks in a breath when Theodore’s lips come into contact with his manhood, causing the blond to chuckle at the heavy breathing and moans the prince was letting out. It wasn’t long after that Theodore had turned Tristan around onto his stomach and kissed down his spine before straightening over him and bringing his lips to the brunet’s ear.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Not wasting another second to wait, Theodore grips Tristan’s hips and they both let out a loud groan as they slowly settle into their love making.

In the dining room, everyone else was sitting and eating dinner while also quietly wondering to themselves where the two young men could be even though they did have some idea.

“Should I go see if they want dinner?” Julia asks suddenly bringing the attention to her.

“No, I think we should leave them be. If what’s happening is that, then it’s what’s meant to happen and we should leave them to it.” Alissia answers with a shrug.

“Surely they’re done now right? I mean, we haven’t heard anything for a while.” Micah says with a slight shudder.

“Who knows.” Ares shrugs as well while Justin just grins with a laugh.

“Who wants to bet that was Tristan we heard.” Justin jokes.

”It was only a few seconds Justin, I doubt we could definitely pin point one of them.” Julia responds rolling her eyes.

They all laugh and shake their heads, conversation finally taking place between them while in the bedroom Theodore and Tristan are laying on their backs, their breath heavy and big smiles on their faces. Tristan turns to see Theodore’s eyes closed.

“Theodore.” Tristan says lightly to get the others attention, continuing after Theodore makes a noise of acknowledgement. “I love you.”

A breath hitches in the blond’s throat at the words as he slowly opens his eyes to look at the brunet with a small grin over his lips as he opens his mouth.

“I love you too Tristan."