The ambiguous words, whispered softly and tenderly, made Yujin's thighs tense. He felt his member harden, clearly desiring to feel those hot, large hands on him. Yujin bit his lip, shooing away the lewd thoughts, but didn't pull away from the gentle embrace. On the contrary—he tried to relax, tilting his head back onto Errol's shoulder, yielding to this strange, intimate atmosphere. For the first time in his life, he felt something like this—maybe he was asleep in his room, and this was all a dream? This moment seemed so magical.

They talked. Errol shared a little about his childhood, and Yujin offered a couple of stories from his own.

Then they headed back. Errol carefully re-shoed him, not allowing his feet to touch the cold ground, and then—again carried him in his arms to his chamber window, as if Yujin were a fragile treasure, not a grown man.

And then, when the first prince was about to leave, standing on the ledge outside the window, Yujin suddenly remembered:

"Errol! You wanted to tell me something!"

He leaned out the window, holding onto the frame. Errol's violet eyes flashed in the darkness.

"Yes, I did. It's..."

And Yujin suddenly felt his palm on his cheek, and the next second, Errol's lips touched his—softly, tenderly, but with a passion that made the world explode into a million sparks.

Errol slowly pulled back, letting out a languid sigh against his lips.

"Sweet dreams, my magical forest sprite," he whispered hoarsely. 

Yujin gasped, flushing like sunset's glow, and slammed the window shut.

"Goodnight!" his embarrassed voice sounded from behind the pane. 

Then, through a crack, one green eye and a scarlet cheek appeared:

"Very beautiful view. Thank you..."

And the window closed for good.

Errol stood on the stone ledge, thunderstruck. His lips still burned from the touch of Yujin's, and a wildfire raged in his chest. His lips are so soft... So sweet! He wanted to rip the window out, burst inside, press Yujin into the bed, and kiss him until morning. But instead, he let out a quiet groan, quickly jumped from the third floor, and spurred his horse on.

The giant marble bathtub was filled with lukewarm water, but Errol was still hot. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and imagined: Yujin. His elegant fingers clutching the sheets. His pink lips parted in moans. His slender waist, so perfect to wrap his hands around... Errol groaned.

"I'll make you mine... completely..."

Errol tossed his wet strands of hair back and closed his eyes, letting his fantasy run wild. In his imagination, they were on that cliff again—only now, not just admiring the view.

"You're trembling..." His fingers in the dream slid under Yujin's robe, slipping beneath the silk shirt and feeling every rib, the trembling of his stomach.

"Let's warm up for real." In the fantasy, Errol spread his dark red travel cloak, like ripe cherries, on the soft moss. He carefully laid Yujin down, feeling him tremble under his palms. Not from cold, but from desire.

"You are so beautiful..." Errol's lips slid over the hot neck while his fingers lowered his light trousers. Yujin, in his imagination, arched his back, softly moaning. The stars sparkled above them, as if winking at this passion. His sweet peach moaned loudly with pleasure, unashamed—they were alone in the forest, no one would hear how the Prince of Fitasentia gave himself completely.

The water in the tub splashed as Errol squeezed himself harder. He imagined the velvet softness of Yujin's body, his every ragged breath.

"Yes!.. Like that!.. Darling!" His imaginary Yujin wrapped his legs around his back, demanding more, fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving marks. Errol sped up the movement of his hand, imagining his magical sprite losing the last shreds of shame—voice broken, lips wet from kisses, body trembling obediently beneath him.

The water in the tub churned as the fantasy reached its peak. 

"We'll do it all... Every fantasy of mine... And yours..." Errol whispered, reaching climax. A hot wave washed over him, making him arch in the water. Sweet languor enveloped his body. He leaned back against the marble edge of the tub, exhaling in satisfaction.

"My Yujin..."

Yujin slammed the window and jumped back as if burned. His trembling fingertips touched his lips—they still burned from that fleeting, tender touch.

"Gods, that was my first kiss..."

His heart hammered as if trying to escape his chest. And in his lower belly, the familiar, shameful heat was already flaring up. 

Even worse—he suddenly realized that at some point, he had addressed Errol as 'you'! The first prince! The heir to the throne of Raumliveria!

"He'll think I'm an ill-mannered oaf! That I..."

Yujin groaned and rushed to the bathroom, splashing icy water on his face. But even the cold couldn't extinguish the fire under his skin. He ran back out and collapsed into the armchair by the fireplace.

Yujin's fingers slid downward. He bit his lip, imagining Errol. As if he suddenly appeared before him.

His violet eyes burning like a predator's.

"You thought I'd let you off that easily?" His voice low, hoarse.

He strides toward him, and now his fingers dig into Yujin's belt, tearing his pants off with one sharp motion. Yujin cries out as strong hands flip him over the arm of the chair. The rough upholstery fabric rubs against his bare legs, and behind him, he hears the sound of a belt being undone.

"Y... Your Highness, I..."

"You want it," Errol presses his back down with a palm.

Yujin moans, clutching the pillows.

"I'll make you mine."

Yujin whimpers, but his body strains toward him, demanding more. Errol grabs his hips and begins to move—passionately, deeply, wringing every moan, every sigh from him.

"Scream my name. Scream it!"

And Yujin screams—because he can't help it, because this torment is sweeter than any pleasure...