#prince lothric

The younger prince gives out a soft, pleased sound when you lean in and place a kiss to his palm, his eyes softening from that dull, lifeless glaze. It's like for an unforgettable second, you just saw the beautiful figure that's been the subject of all the paintings in the castle.

"Ah, there you are," he coos, bringing his hand down your jaw, trailing along your neck, and then teasing small swirls as he reaches for your hand. "My beloved..."

You let him pull you down to his level. Being a descendant of the old gods, he's much bigger than your mere human self. He is so tall and so imposing, despite his frail body and his meagre strength, and the difference between you two is made more obvious as you tuck yourself against his thin chest. The cloth of his saintly garments feels ashy, but even so, you can't help but touch his skin and feel his warmth, mingling with yours.

Lothric gives another sigh, deeper this time, and the breeze of his breath tickles the top of your hair. "Oh, how I've missed you so... Every day, I lay in wait for your return, and now... You are here..."

The mattress of his bed is plush and accommodating, but all you could focus on is his larger form cradling yours. The younger prince shivers as your fingers go up and linger on the prominent bones of his collar, ribs shuddering when you press up yourself against him. His arms encircle your waist, not pulling you closer but not pushing you away either. He waits with a still breath, lidded eyes watching your every move.

Getting an idea, you sit up on your knees for a moment. Lothric raises a brow, but his questioning squint then completely fades into shock when you saddle his thin hips with your thighs. Fully on his back now, his veil slips off during all the movement, revealing the pretty flush across his face and how his pale hair is sprawled around him like a holy halo.

A mischievous smile spreads on your mouth, and you cheekily press yourself more against his clothed loins, hands running down the side of his waist, over his ribs, and rubbing his belly. Lothric seems to almost choke on his own tongue, head thrown back on velvet pillows as a groan tears from his throat. Glee shoots through you at the utterly wrecked sound— It's always fun to catch your prince off guard.

"O-Oh, beloved...!" Beautiful gold-ivory eyes stare at your looming figure above. Your weight upon his hips is unfamiliar but not unpleasant, causing more shivering from him as your warm touch turns to scorching upon sliding under his ceremonial robes and baring his skin.

Unable to control yourself, you lean down and greedily steal a kiss from his cracked lips. And then one more, then several more as you continue to take his warmth from his panting mouth. Heavy breaths melt down to muffled whines and whimpers, all consumed between your linked lips and the roaring of your heart.