[Honey]

He could feel the tension in the room dissipate and shrivel as easy as a burning wick, leaving only forgotten ashes scattered. While the ashes remained scattered they started to emit a soft feeling of want and impatience into the air, and it clearly effected the Prince. He watched with indulgent eyes while the other trailed across his wrist. Smoothly he brushed away the deep plum sleeve to reveal a pale arm which only drew at the Prince's attention. It tickled as he drew closer to the joint of his elbow, the skin so soft that only the other's lips were softer yet, and as the impatient tug pulled him closer he allowed for himself to fall close enough to give the man enough room to indulge his desires