A/N: This chapter contains sexual content - skip or enjoy, up to you~

"You won again?" Guin groaned, slumping in her chair as she threw her cards down with resigned defeat. Keir chuckled happily as he scooped his winnings towards him, popping one of the small chocolates into his mouth. "That pretty face of yours is quite the bluff."

"Thank you for the compliment, My Lady," Keir said, Guin crossing her arms over her chest as Lucas sighed, dropping his losing cards on the table in front of him. 

"I fear I am also weak to that face of his," Lucas said, Guin clasping his hands in hers as she thanked him for sharing her feelings. Over the past two days, Lucas and Guin had become good friends, with Lucas finally assured that there was nothing vaguely romantic going on between her and Keir, though he still felt an itch whenever Keir would give her a platonic kiss on the cheek or a tender squeeze on the shoulder. 

"Losing has made me tired. I will retire first," Guin said, yawning delicately behind her hand as she rose from her seat, pulling the shawl around her shoulders closer to her body. "I bid you two pleasant dreams."

"Good night, Guin," Keir said, kissing her hand as Lucas nodded his head towards her, Guin smiling sleepily as she was escorted to her chambers by her maid.

"Should we retire as well?" Lucas asked, Keir nodding, but not before popping all the won chocolates into a small pouch, Lucas shaking his head with a smile on his face.

As the two princes made their way back to their chambers, Lucas couldn't help but grow nervous. It has been two days since they gave in to their feelings, but they had not gone past the threshold of gentle kisses and tender cuddles, and though Lucas was in deep bliss just spending his time just by Keir's side, he couldn't help but want to do more. Keir had never hinted at wanting to pursue something sexual, though he never shied away from a kiss. 

'"The... thing I had with Ahri was different from what I have with you." Lucas had been glad to hear Keir say this a few night prior, but now he found himself turning the phrase over and over in his mind, pulling it apart and gluing it back together. Keir said it was different, but in what way? Lucas knew that their relationship was not chaste, the image of Ahri's body on top of Keir's far to vivid in his mind. Was Keir not attracted to Lucas in that way? Lucas knew that Ahri was completely different to him; while Ahri was wild and dripping with sex, Lucas was handsome but awkward. Did Keir not want to bed him because he was less experienced?

Lucas's hands fiddled with the hem of his untucked shirt as they stepped into their chambers, Keir stretching his arms immediately, letting out a noise somewhere between a groan and a mewl as his lean muscles flexed. Lucas's mouth became wet as a slither of pale skin peeked from underneath Keir's shirt, disappearing into the waistband of his leather trousers that sloped across the expanse of his behind. Lucas imagined slipping his hand up that shirt and spreading his fingers across that soft skin, burying himself in what was hidden by the dark leathers.

Keir caught Lucas staring, raising a brow. 

"Something wrong?" Keir asked, Lucas shaking his head immediately, ears red. Keir tilted his head to the side as he looked at Lucas, his eyes trailing from his panicked eyes to his slightly parted lips, to his broad, muscled chest, down to the waistband of his pants and... oh. Keir licked his lips, smirking slightly. "Something is definitely wrong."

"Th-This isn't what you think it is!" Lucas almost screamed, quickly reaching for a throw cushion beside him, placing it in front of the bulge in his pants, turning a bright shade of crimson. 

"Well, it's clearly not a cushion," Keir said, voice amused as he stepped forward, only for Lucas to take a step back. 

"Um, well, it may be what you think it is, but please just ignore it!" Lucas cried, Keir frowning. 

"Ignore it?"

"It's just me getting... riled up. I know that you don't want to, and that's fine. I can deal with this myself," Lucas quickly got out, his panic already making his member soften. 

Keir was taken aback at Lucas's words. 'I don't want to?!' Keir thought to himself incredulously, wondering how Lucas had come up with such an absurd statement. Keir had wanted him for longer than he would like to admit, but had sensed that Lucas was the one that was not ready. He was sure Lucas wasn't a virgin, but was also equally sure that he hadn't had many intimate relationships either. He hadn't wanted to force Lucas to do anything, but apparently his concern was unfounded.

Lucas's eyes widened as Keir suddenly smiled, fingers gripping the base of his shirt before pulling it off his head. Lucas's mouth popped open as his eyes raked over Keir's flat stomach, strong indentations wrapping around his smooth abdominal muscles, which rose and fell with every breath he took, the scars on the wide of his abdomen rippling. 

"What are you..." Lucas started, dropping the pillow in his hands as Keir laughed, his voice teasing Lucas's ears. Lucas gulped as Keir kicked off his boots, the heavy soles thumping on the ground to Lucas's heart beat. Keir didn't let Lucas drop his gaze has he slipped his thumb under the waistband of his leathers, lightly pulling down the material enough to see the defined lines of his tapered V and the dark shadow that it pointed to. Lucas's pants felt tight again, the prince cursing silently.

"Are you going to make me do all the work?" Keir asked, voice tinged with want as he took in the sensual curve of Lucas's erection against his pants, feeling his own already twitching with anticipation. 

"Keir..." Lucas said thickly, taking three tentative strides over to the man, whose hands stilled as Lucas's own covered them. Eyes searching Keir's, Lucas silently asked him if it was okay, if it was what he wanted, if he wanted him. Keir nodded slowly, and that was all Lucas needed to see before slamming his lips hungrily against Keir's, the princes groaning at the rough contact. Keir's hands dropped from his pants to wrap around Lucas's neck, fingers submerged in his golden hair.

Keir moaned into Lucas's mouth as the prince's tongue caressed his, forceful and passionate and everything he needed. Keir gasped as Lucas tugged on his pants, the fabric sliding across the skin of his ass, falling to the ground in a dark puddle. Lucas pulled the two apart to gaze at Keir's naked body, the admiration, lust and pure happiness in his eyes making Keir's heart tremble. Many people had looked at him with those eyes before, but it was the first time his eyes reflected that look. They were mirror images of each other, one not able to exist without the other. 

"Beautiful," Lucas whispered, hands sliding down Keir's waist as planted wet kisses to his shoulders and neck, the feeling of his bare skin under his lips making him harden, Keir pulling him closer before his fingers found their way to his shirt, loosening the tie at his chest enough to allow the fabric to slide off his shoulders and onto the floor. 

"Help me with your pants," Keir said breathlessly, as their feet stumbled towards the bed, their shins bumping against a low table, which clattered noisily. Lucas helped Keir pull his pants off his bulky legs, his underwear coming off in the single movement. Keir let out a low whistle as he took in the sight before him. While Lucas's body was clearly chiselled underneath the clothes he wore, it still did not do him justice as Keir now gazed at him, bare but for his own flesh. Though the princes were the same height, Lucas's body was large, thick muscle wrapping around the strong body, Keir wanting nothing more than to feel that muscle pressed against him. Inside him. 

Lucas pulled Keir to him, muscles straining as he held the man's weight, pulling them both onto the bed. Lucas breathed heavily as he hovered over Keir, their bare chests brushing every time they breathed, their legs scraping against each other as their hardness clashed. Lucas tenderly brushed his thumb across Keir's hair, moving it away from his face. 

"Are you sure?" Lucas asked quietly, fingers brushing over Kier's lips, which parted for him. Keir's tongue flicked out, running along the whirling ridges of his thumb pad, before his lips closed around Lucas's finger seductively. Then he sucked. Lucas felt his head spin. "You're driving me crazy."

"I know," Keir said, pushing against Lucas's chest to flip the two of them over. Eyes glowing, Keir pressed kisses against Lucas's torso, the salty taste making him moan. Lucas's chest heaved as his breath laboured, hands fisting Keir's hair as the prince's lips rested at the base of his member, long hair tickling his shaft with unintended torture. 

"You don't have to do that for m-ah!" Lucas gasped, as Keir wrapped his mouth around his hardness, his mouth slick and hot. Keir moaned as he tasted Lucas's bitter pre-cum, his head bobbing as Lucas threw his head back, stifling a loud grown with a pillow. Keir was driving him crazy, his tongue making his mind go blank as his mouth moved with Keir's name. "Keir, I don't think I can, oh God," Lucas moaned as heat flooded him, sweet release emptying into Keir's waiting mouth. Keir's lips left his with a wet pop, Keir's body moving into view as he sat on the bulk of Lucas's thighs. Lucas felt slightly mortified as Keir smirked, wiping a streak of Lucas's cum from the corner of his mouth, licking it off with such rapture that Lucas felt his cock ache again. 

"I am so sorry," Lucas managed to get out, sitting up to their chests were touching. "I couldn't stop it, I should have warned you." Lucas softly pressed a worried hand to Keir's cheek, the man leaning into the touch, mouth curling up in a smile. 

"No need to apologise," Keir said, licking his lips as he snaked his arms around Lucas's neck again, kissing him hard on the lips. "You tasted good." Lucas blushed as he floundered for a response, not being able to find one with his tongue, but his dick seemed to immediately find a suitable answer by hardening against Keir's thigh. 

"I love you," Lucas whispered, Keir's eyes widening as they sparkled with tears. The word came so easily, it was as if they meant nothing to him. But as Keir stared into his lover's eyes, he knew he meant every word, his soul making up their very essence.

"I, too, love you," Keir murmured, kissing Lucas was new fervour as his hand fell to Lucas's penis, which pressed with new need against his skin. "I love you. I want you. I need you. I love you," Keir said, the words a chant and a prayer and a promise as he lifted his hips, his hand stroking Lucas's member as he guided the long shaft towards his entrance. Lucas groaned as he felt his tip press again Keir's ass, which began to spread as he lowered his weight onto it slightly. Keir moaned, loud and hard, as Lucas began to spread him apart.

"Do I need to prepare you first?" Lucas asked, Keir's sudden noise sounding almost painful. Keir shook his head, eyes closed as his lips parted hungrily. 

"No time," Keir groaned, voice thick with want. "I need you. Now." Lucas gulped as Keir lowered himself a little more, the man moaning loudly, the sound making Lucas light headed, wondering if he had ever heard a more wondrous noise. 

"Are you sure?" Lucas asked again, Keir's eyes flying open, a sharp noise erupting from his mouth as he pulled Lucas in for a rough, dominating kiss that made him weak. 

"Lucas," Keir said, the pleading way he called Lucas's name against his mouth making him  descend further into madness. "Please, just fuck me." Lucas growled at the words, latching his arm around Keir's waist and pulling down hard. Keir gasped as the single, forceful movement sent him slamming down on Lucas's cock, a pleasured cry leaving his lips as Lucas filled him. "Lucas, move," Keir begged, and Lucas did not deny him, pulling his body up with his arm before sending Keir's slender body back down, his hips bucking in sync as pleasure possessed the two of them. 

"I love you," Lucas groaned, burying his head into Keir's chest as Keir hung on to Lucas's body mindlessly as his bounced up and down wildly, the slapping of their skin creating an obscene melody in the air. "God, I love you, Keir. I love you. I really fucking love you."

"Yes, Lucas, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you," Keir cried as Lucas's cock rammed into him, his words blurring as he felt the fingers of his orgasm digging into his stomach. 

"Keir, I think I'm about to-" Lucas started, Keir silencing him with a messy kiss as he unravelled, Lucas's lips muffling his cry as his hot seed sprayed onto both their chests. Keir's enchanted moan and his nails digging into Lucas's tensed shoulders sent him over the edge, Lucas yelling Keir's name as he came, Keir gasping as he felt Lucas cum inside him. 

Holding Keir's body to his, the smell of their sex and sweat thick around them, Lucas lowered them down onto the soft mattress. Keir's body lay on top of Lucas's for a moment, before he slid off the man's form to lie against his side. 

"That was better than my dream," Lucas mumbled, Keir laughing at Lucas's admission. 

"You dreamed about me?" Keir asked, Lucas twirling a lock of Keir's hair around his finger as he blushed, but nodded nonetheless. 

"I think you've ruined dreams for me," Lucas said, smiling a little as Keir blinked, confused. "They'll never live up to the real thing."

The two lay there together for the rest of the night trying to ignore the nagging thought that after they leave the north, the only thing they will have are their dreams. Sleep was not welcome that night, until fatigue grew too much, and they drifted off into less vibrant dreams, relieved to awaken to a brighter morning in each other's arms.