The kiss lasted for a good few seconds. Their lips made acquaintance, getting to know the other’s feelings of soft skin. Vilem stayed on the surface only, letting Mika slowly get used to their physical contact. He didn’t want to be too abrupt and forceful, and scare the shifter away. A soft moan left Mika’s half open mouth and his face turned red, both from shyness and from the lack of oxygen. As it was his first kiss, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to breathe. His eyelids were tightly squeezed together, making a frown appear between his two eyebrows. 

Vilem didn’t want to leave the soft touch of Mika’s pink lips, but he knew it was time to stop. He separated them, but stayed close, putting his forehead on the shifter’s. Their hot exhales mixed together as they both tried to catch their breaths. Vilem opened his eyes, looking at the butterfly wings like eyelashes of the panther, shivering while hiding his turquoise eyes. 

A strong urge to kiss the soft fans took over the Vampire and he could not resist the impulse, the soft black lines tickling his heart. 

Feeling the tender pecks on his upper face, Mika tried to shrink away. However, The King kept a strong grip on both his waist and the back of his head, not letting him slip away from his show of affection. Mika’s calloused hands patted the Vampire’s muscled biceps, pleading for mercy as his straight nose scrunched up under the ticklish feeling. 

Vilem gave up after one last peck on Mika’s pursed and slightly red lips, feeling satisfied for now. He had filled up his Mika Meter.

The smaller man opened his clear eyes, sending a glare toward the taller man, before turning his head to the side and pouting slightly.

“Don’t tease me like that, Love, or I won’t let you go with just a small kiss.” Vilem threatened the panther with a deep guttural voice, keeping himself from pouncing on the man as he stared at the bottom lip sticking out. Mika shivered before coughing, coming out of his angry stance. It wasn’t like he was really mad at the Vampire. To be honest, he quite liked the kiss, he was just too caught off guard and embarrassed. He was certain that he had been bad at kissing, but he was glad the man hadn’t commented on his lack of techniques.

If he knew what Mika was thinking, Vilem would have laughed out loud. After all, he was also a virgin.

Vilem took off the coat Mika had helped him put on just minutes ago, sending it flying over the shifter’s shoulders. He gently took the panther’s firm arm and guided it toward the opening in the coat. He meticulously did the same with the other arm. When both members were in the coat, the Vampire slightly replaced the coat so it covered Mika’s shoulders, even if it was too big, and then closed the buttons for him. 

Vilem nearly started to have a boner with how much pleasure he was getting by taking care of Mika. He felt happy when the shifter was helping him and thinking of him, but he was near blissful when it was his turn to take care of Mika.

Of course, it was good for the panther to be independent and strong, but he could afford to have someone taking care of small things for him too. He deserved it.

Vilem looked with an amused glint in his eyes at Mika as the latter nearly drowned in his coat, both sleeves hiding his hands and the bottom of the coat stopping just under the shifter’s knees. His nose twitched, liking the way both his snowy scent and Mika’s mint scent mixed together, along with the slight lavender coming off of Mika’s skin and hair from his shampoo. 

Vilem looked with interest as he saw Mika’s eyes become slightly dazed.

The shifter seemed to unconsciously nuzzle into the high collar, his pupils extending and the black nearly taking over the turquoise. Mika took on a relaxed expression, as if he was going to fall asleep standing up. It made Vilem take a step forward just to be sure to be able to catch him on time, because he saw how the shifter’s body was slightly swaying. He heard Mika take long sniffs of the coat, a low purr coming off his chest. If his ears weren’t hidden, they would surely be arched down with pleasure, while his tail would be curled in comfort against his right leg. Vilem looked with soft eyes at the panther as the latter’s hands curled into the fabric and gripped themselves together in front of Mika’s belly. 

The man looked as if he had inhaled catnip.

He was seemingly high from their mixed scent.

Vilem chuckled gently, before taking the shifter’s shoulders in a reassuring but firm grip and turning the man toward the door. Mika obeyed like a good kitten, purring all along the way as they exited the apartment and made their way to Vilem’s limousine. The chauffeur got out, ready to hold the door open, but the Vampire shook his head toward him, telling him to stay inside the car. He didn’t want to spook his dazed prey by allowing another man near him.

The Vampire King, the same man that hadn’t opened a door by himself since taking over the throne, gently held the door open as a still hypnotized Mika got in the car with his help. He made sure to press on the shifter head so he wouldn’t bump on the roof, and then he followed him inside.

Vilem looked at Mika who was sitting like an obedient child on the car’s leather seats, both knees together and his hands hidden by the sleeves clenched into fists on his thighs. His back was slightly lurched, with his eyes downcast. 

The Vampire sat close to his prey, his left thighs touching Mika’s right one. He enjoyed the way Mika’s heat spread to his cold skin. Vilem passed his left arm behind the shifter’s head, before taking his shoulder into his hand and gently making Mika rest his head on his shoulder.

Mika’s eyes slowly drifted shut and soon, soft snores coupled with low purrs left his chest as sleep took over his tired body.

His nerves had finally relaxed.

Hey dear readers, wasn’t it a cute chapter full of fluff?

Vilem is so gentle with Mika! It really doesn’t fit with his tyrannical image of a cold king, don’t you think?

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