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“S-stay back! I… I mean-!” How was he supposed to get out of this one? The man was dangerous, dangerous to his day, no! Even worse… dangerous to his reputation. Every second with him was another second closer to some looming disaster. The trick was getting Arthur to leave without hurting his feelings ( just because the man was a walking hazard didn’t mean he deserved ire! ) 

 He just needed to be… far, far away.

“Ahaha, I mean, I don’t really need your help, sir! I think I have things under control here.”

        “Hey, hey Harold!“

        The princess chimed, waving a hand to her retainer as she     hopped excitedly. Today was a fine day for Hide and Seek, yes?     Hopefully Harold would be good at it!

|| It's Like Russian Roulette, but with Kisses. Result: 14 | Status: accepting ||

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          ‹ It was one thing to see a huge man barreling down at you.                 It was another to see a huge man barreling down at you because                 he tripped on a snake of all god damn things. Zero hardly had the                 time to register this until it was way too late--marked so lovingly by                 Harold's hip crashing right in to his face at high speeds. ›

          ‹ Well, now not only did he have a bloodied nose and a possible                 busted lip, he could have sworn he tasted sweat. Revolting. ›

        「 Are... Are you trying to kill me? 」

9: Jawline Kiss

Hot breath against exposed skin. Fingertips burning trails of adoration, need, wherever they passed. Scratches, scrapes, flushed pink.

Kamui let out a husky breath against Harold’s neck as strong hands held him. How they’d ended up like this so suddenly was something he did not quite know, but he’d known of the subconscious desire burning in his belly for a while. The prince had never imagined inviting Harold to his chambers would turn out into this, but he knew he'd been feeling off recently. It was a yearning that bubbled up once he'd heard his voice...

The prince pressed a kiss, then two, three, to Harold's jaw, his hands trailing up the blond's toned sides. There had been no protest, nothing to indicate the dragon stop, and so he went, kiss after kiss after kiss, from jaw to collarbone, each delicate enough to show their adoration, and yet still needy, still forceful.

He paused at the base of Harold's neck, lips still against his soft skin, so used to the heat of battle, used for protecting those he loved.

                         “ Alright Harold, what did you break this time? “