(Warning: Empire Level spice ahead.)
Elian's POV
*****
The kiss with Lucian was every shade needy and claiming. A low growl left the Alpha Prince's throat, his palm trailing circles on Elian's chest.
Meanwhile, Kyren swam, placing himself in front of Elian. Cupping his dick in his palm, he stroked him gently. Elian's tip leaked with pre cum faster than the waters could wash it away—so the movement wasn't uncomfortable.
It was electric.
"Mmph..." Elian's moan echoed through the cave, limbs trembling. Kyren didn't stop, moving his fingers almost reverently from his shaft, to his tip and down again.
"There's no one here, little flame." Came Kyren's tempting whisper. "Let these walls drip with your moans. Don't hold back an ounce of pleasure."
When the Rogue king's grip tightened around Elian's dick, he couldn't hold back even if he tried.
