Chapter 137: 137: Yes, Your Highness
"I know."
Eden didn’t let his confession sink into the atmosphere. He had casually dropped a reply as Lysander stared at him.
"Huh? You do?" Lysander was shocked. "How do you know... what do you mean by you know... how...?"
Lysander panicked for a while. He certainly didn’t expect this quick of a reply from Eden. Especially not one like this.
Eden let out a soft smile. "I think it was pretty obvious."
"It was?" Lysander asked, staring at Eden. He wasn’t drinking anymore but had his eyes on Eden.
Lysander was quiet, thoughts running through his mind as he wondered what would happen now that Eden knew how he felt. Now that he knew his secret.
"So..." Lysander hesitated as he shook his head. "What do you say then...?"
Eden smiled. He dropped his glass as he was already feeling tipsy. He didn’t think he should continue drinking for the meantime.
Eden looked up at Lysander. "Sure."
"Sure?" Lysander repeated. "Does that mean a yes?"
Eden nodded. "I guess we can give it a go." He supposed he’d be okay being his first gay lover.
Lysander was still stunned, staring at Eden. He still couldn’t believe what was happening.
Things were going better than he expected. And even though he wasn’t fully sober yet, he was still liking the moment he was in.
Eden didn’t wait for him to speak again. He casually got up to his feet and stretched.
He figured he was getting drunk, and he wasn’t ready for the headache he’d face the next day from it.
He stretched as he looked around. "Do you have any sobering drink here or something?"
He asked as he looked around. Eden’s mind was jumping from one thing to another.
For a while there, he had forgotten that he had just accepted a love confession from someone.
Lysander didn’t reply but stared at him from behind. His eyes were on Eden’s legs.
Eden was now strolling around the room, looking for a "drink" he wasn’t sure was even supposed to be there. He was just tipsy enough to believe that it’d be there.
"I don’t think there’s a drink here..." Eden muttered as he turned to Lysander.
Lysander sat there, still with his eyes on Eden. Now staring at his chest that was almost bare—his fair skin and collarbones.
Now that he was standing right in front of him, Lysander had a better look at the naked part of his skin.
His legs, hands, and upper chest... they all looked gorgeous, and his heart began fluttering.
At the sight of Eden, the only thing Lysander could think about in the moment was his dream. His lewd, wet dream which he had of Eden.
One where he also envisioned his skin to be like it was now—fair, porcelain, and perfect.
It was beautiful in his eyes, and he couldn’t look away.
Eden caught his eyes. "What are you doing?"
Lysander still had his eyes on him, fixed and unchanging. "Beautiful..."
He muttered as his Adam’s apple swung.
"Huh?" Eden couldn’t hear him, and he didn’t bother repeating himself either.
Eden turned around and looked. He was willing to find something to get him sober at least.
He was still standing and looking around that he didn’t notice when Lysander stood up as well.
Lysander still had his eyes on Eden. His brain was fixated on his skin as erotic thoughts ran through his mind.
He walked up to Eden, slowly and gently, as though he was heading to catch a prey. His mind was filled with the flashes of the dream he had.
He was soon standing behind Eden as he slowly brought his hands up to meet his.
Lysander’s bare hands touched Eden’s fair and delicate ones.
Eden paused as he slowly turned his head to see the tall figure standing behind him.
He felt his heart skip a beat. "What... are you doing...?"
His voice was low. Almost breathy.
"Your body..." Lysander found himself mumbling back in a breathy tone. "It’s beautiful..."
Eden wondered if Lysander knew what he was doing, because his hands were now gently caressing his.
Feeling his bare hands as though they were precious treasure.
"What..." Eden stared at the hands that ran through his skin. His breath was soft, almost like a moan. "What do you want...?"
"Eden... I think I want to know how it feels..." His voice was low.
"Feel... what?" Eden asked, his eyes still on Lysander’s palms that were still running through his skin.
"You." Lysander’s voice was assertive. "I want to feel you..."
Eden hesitated, allowing it to sink in. "You’re drunk..."
"I know, but I want it," Lysander said. He was obviously drunk, but the burning feeling that ran through him was aroused.
The knowledge of Eden liking him back had completely given him the go-ahead to feel things he had previously only dreamed about.
"I want to know how it feels... to be with a male. To be with you. I want to know how your body feels... I want to know..." His breath was shaky.
"...I want to know how your whole body feels against mine... I want it... now." His voice was still breathy while his hands ran down Eden’s waist, feeling the skin beneath the robes with his hands.
Eden gasped, his voice breathy. "This... isn’t going to be that easy..."
"How...?"
"Are you sure... you want this...?" Eden asked. "It’ll be your first time..."
"Yes..." Lysander cut him off. His hands were now moving along Eden’s waist. "I want to have it with you. So please... don’t refuse it..."
Even at moments like this, Eden still found him adorable. His voice, words, and hand movements—everything felt adorable to him.
Especially when he considered that this was him coming out, and probably having his first gay love and sex in the most adorable way.
"If you’ve made up your mind then..." Eden slowly turned to look into Lysander’s face. "Then who am I to refuse the Prince’s order?"