Our Lord And Savior

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Alba was free to lie all he wanted-- Rchimedes knew the truth of that matter, and it certainly made it all the more evident when Alba stuttered in such a manner in response to his teasing. Ah, the arrogant smile that tugged at his lips would most likely just tick off the younger Demon Lord more, but the older couldn’t find it in him to stop it.

Refusing to look at the older Demon Lord was perhaps the wisest choice the boy could make right now, forced into this submissive situation while he hissed through gritted teeth. Rchimedes was too close, his presence was too obvious above him. But there was seriously nothing he could do to stop him, was there? it was frustrating. It was so very frustrating that Alba had no proper words for the many emotions running through his veins, only that they were dizzying at this point. 

Alba was usually a good boy-- Usually, being the keyword in this situation. While he more or less listened to Rchimedes considering he was the first Demon Lord, he could certainly act like a brat and refuse to listen on occasion... Hence as to why the title ‘little prince’ was fitting for him and a nickname he had somehow adopted somewhere along the line of the boy joining his side and helping him achieve victory. 

“What— Wait, no—!” the Demon Lord wanted to resist, he wanted to protest. But the instinctive tug on his hands only reminded him of the energy enveloping his wrists, rendering them useless still. Was his inexperience that obvious right now? Probably. Not even Alba was surprised that he averted his gaze and squeezed his eyes shut when he realised that Rchimedes was leaning closer, actually kissing his cheek. The gesture was so mocking, so humiliating inspite of the faked innocence. Ah, it was so disgusting Alba didn’t want to have anything to do with it as he instinctively pressed himself into the sheets as if it could help him avoid the man’s presence.

Alba was still complaining, still trying to find some way to get Rchimedes to stop his actions when he was already in quite the situation as it is... Understandably so when he was inexperienced in this sort of thing. It left the older all the more amused; it gave him more reason to continue knowing that only more amusing reactions would come from the brunet underneath him!

His leg was caught before it could land a hit, held so tightly that Alba didn’t dare resist when the older man pressed it down against the mattress again. That warning tone sent a cold shiver down his spine, while an angry tint gleamed in the boy’s dual-toned eyes, refusing to turn his gaze away, even though he felt the man’s other hand continue with his belts just like that. Like his resistance truly didn’t matter. And perhaps that’s actually what it was? Maybe it really was futile at this point. The subtle threat wasn’t something the Demon Lord wanted to deal with. An injury was out of the question — he wasn’t in this weak, pathetic state right now that was so filled with doubt and regret!

Haha-- Was the boy getting irritated? That defiant look in his eyes was commendable, though it certainly wasn’t the most intelligent thing to choose to do in this moment when Alba had already made a mistake in trying to kick him first of all... Rchimedes would have definitely puncihshed for him if the kick had actually landed. Good thing the older’s reflexes were fast, able to put it back down on the bed and watch Alba continue to struggle for a moment before seeming to give in.