Nix’s mind was still reeling from the events of the day before. He hadn’t slept much, and now, as the first light of dawn filtered through the room, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling. He had a plan forming in his mind but wasn’t sure how to see it through. With Ambrose likely to be busy again today, he hoped to find assistance from Professor Ithil and Callen. Time was slipping away—they were set to depart at sunrise tomorrow, bound for the evidence that could free Hamford.

Rolling over, Nix’s eyes fell on Ambrose, who slept soundly beside him, his features softened in the quiet. Even in sleep, the prince seemed impossibly perfect. Nix brushed a lock of golden hair from Ambrose’s face, tracing the outline of his features with a tentative hand. He wanted to remember this moment, unsure of what their future held. As he touched him, Ambrose’s blue eyes fluttered open, a smile already playing on his lips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Nix murmured, pulling his hand back.

Ambrose only smiled, pulling Nix gently to him. “You can wake me anytime,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to Nix’s forehead. “What’s on your mind, sorcerer?”

Nix hesitated, knowing this might be his only chance to ask. His voice was barely a whisper. “Will I see you again? After we free Hamford and… everything?”

Ambrose paused, his playful demeanor falling away as he registered the seriousness in Nix’s eyes. He tightened his hold on him, his heart aching at the thought of parting.

“We can’t just be friends,” Ambrose said quietly. “Because you mean more to me than that. I... I like you, Nix.”

Before Nix could respond, Ambrose closed the space between them, his lips capturing Nix’s in a kiss that was gentle at first but grew deeper, more insistent. It was as if Ambrose was pouring every unsaid promise into the kiss, showing Nix what words could not. Nix’s body responded instinctively, his pulse quickening as warmth flooded through him.

When they finally pulled apart, Nix gasped softly, Ambrose’s lips never straying far from his skin, now trailing soft kisses down his neck.

“I like you too,” Nix whispered, the words barely audible. He hadn’t meant to say them, but they escaped anyway, and Ambrose froze for a moment, surprised by the quiet confession.

Ambrose lifted his head, a flicker of emotion crossing his face before he gently removed Nix’s shirt, his fingers brushing along Nix’s skin with reverence. “Then be mine,” Ambrose whispered, his breath warm against Nix’s hand as he kissed it.

Nix nodded slowly, heart racing, anticipation thrumming through him. He didn’t know what would come next, but in that moment, he knew he trusted Ambrose with everything. 

Ambrose's eyes darkened at confirmation, a storm of desire swirling within him. He was determined to restrain himself, but the moment had finally come—Nix was his, all his. 

With a reverent touch, he undressed the sorcerer, marveling at the richness of his skin, which blushed a deep crimson under Ambrose’s gaze. Leaning down, the prince traced his tongue over one of Nix’s delicate nipples, eliciting a gasp as pleasure coursed through the sorcerer. 

Nix arched his back, surrendering to sensations he had never known before. Ambrose's lips traveled lower, planting soft kisses along Nix’s body until he reached the flushed tip of the sorcerer’s slender length.

 “W-wait,” Nix stammered, his heart racing. Ambrose, undeterred, deliberately flicked his tongue across the sensitive head, drawing out a symphony of moans from Nix that filled the room with intoxicating heat. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Ambrose inquired, his voice a low, sultry whisper. Nix shook his head, breathless. “N-no, I just… I’ve never felt like this before.”

 A smirk tugged at Ambrose’s lips. “Then be a good boy and let me take care of you.” With that, he enveloped Nix’s entire length in his mouth, igniting a fire within the usually reserved sorcerer. Nix trembled, every flick and swirl of Ambrose’s tongue driving him closer to the edge.

 Just as Nix felt himself nearing climax, Ambrose pulled back, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace, his tongue exploring Nix's mouth with fervor. Suddenly, Nix felt a gentle pressure at his entrance. 

Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Ambrose, gasping as a second finger joined the first. “I have to loosen you up, so it doesn’t hurt too much,” Ambrose murmured, his breath hot against Nix's ear. “Next time, I’ll bring some oils.” The sensations overwhelmed Nix, an unstoppable wave of pleasure crashing over him as he reached his peak. Ambrose's eyes glimmered with satisfaction as he savored the moment, licking his lips.

 “Nix, you are remarkable,” he said, his voice deep and husky. With a tender touch, he wiped Nix’s essence from his belly before revealing his own impressive endowment. Nix's eyes widened in a mix of awe and apprehension as he squirmed slightly. 

“That’s not going to fit!” he protested, a hint of panic in his tone. Ambrose silenced him with a searing kiss, his hands positioning himself at Nix’s entrance, ready to bridge the distance between them in the most intimate of ways. 

Ambrose entered slowly and gently, his movements deliberate as he sought to cherish this moment. Yet, the tenderness only heightened Nix’s awareness; every inch, every shift sent shivers coursing through his body, leaving him gasping and clutching at the prince as if he were a lifeline.

 The heat enveloped them, a burning sensation that clouded Nix’s mind, drowning him in pleasure. Ambrose could feel the warmth and tightness surrounding him, a sweet pressure that threatened to push him over the edge. 

With a measured rhythm, he began to move, sinking deeper with each thrust. Nix, overwhelmed by the intensity, could only express his feelings through tears that streamed down his cheeks, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability as Ambrose filled him completely. 

In an act of tenderness, Ambrose kissed away Nix’s tears, his heart swelling with a mix of desire and affection. Suddenly, Nix arched his back, a melodic moan escaping his lips as he discovered that perfect spot deep within him. 

Ambrose responded, his thrusts becoming more fervent as he relentlessly pursued that precious place, each stroke igniting a fire within Nix. “Y-you’re too deep!” Nix cried out, his nails digging into Ambrose’s back as pleasure overwhelmed him. 

In that moment, a wave of ecstasy crashed over him, and he released himself, a stream of warmth spilling forth as he trembled in bliss.

 Ambrose, caught in the whirlwind of their connection, quickly pulled out, his own climax following as he shot his essence across Nix’s chest, marking him in a way that felt both possessive and intimate. They collapsed beside each other, breaths mingling as they sought to regain their composure. 

Ambrose entwined his fingers with Nix’s, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles, sealing an unspoken promise between them—one of love, trust, and an uncharted journey ahead.