Royalty and the Servant

Jay hugged him tightly and kissed him, his eyes drooping, “See you…in the morning, love…”

"See you in the morning." Dorian muttered, kissing him back before he drifted off slowly.

The next morning, Jay opened his eyes and was at first confused and scared, Where am I…? He looked at Dorian and sank back down, the memories coming back to him, Thats right…

Dorian groaned when the other shifted, pulling him into a tighter embrace. He still wasn’t quite awake yet.

Jay lightly laughed as Dorian grabbed him, “Sorry…” he gently ran his fingers through Dorian’s hair.

Dorian huffed a little in his sleep but calmed down as Jay played with his hair. One of his weaknesses.

Jay smiled and wrapped his free arm around him, still playing with his hair.

Dorian blearily blinked his eyes open, leaning into Jay touches, “Morning…” He muttered, his voice deep and raspy.

Jay blushed at his voice, Cute…. He stared at him for a minute, “Hey…you sleep well?”

Dorian nodded a little, “Better with you by my side,” He smiled a little, “Yourself?’

"Same…" Jay blushed lightly then frowned, "What if they catch us, Dorian…?"

Dorian rested a hand on Jay’s cheek, “They won’t, I promise.”

Jay was uncertain still, but buried his face in Dorian’s chest with a sigh, “I hope not…”

Dorian embraced him tightly, “I won’t let anything else happen to you.”

Jay pouted up at him, “I won’t let anything happen to you either!” He declared.

Dorian grinned and kissed the top of his head, “I’m glad you’re so dedicated to me.”

“Of course! I always will be, my prince!” Jay got up and stretched then looked at his clothing it was still his work uniform, “We’ll have to get some different clothing…”

“I’m sure I can get Arthur to go out and get some,” Dorian replied m, not moving from the bed, “Come baaack.”

Jay laughed and laid back down, pressing against Dorian and lightly kissing his nose.

Dorian kissed his forehead back, bringing him close to his chest and sighing contently.

Jay snuggled against him and buried his face in his neck, “We…should do something productive…sooner or later…” Jay mumbled against his neck.

Dorian smirked a little, “Or you could let me do you.” He replied.

Jay turned bright red and sat up, slightly on top of him, "O-okay…"

(Should we move to private then?)

(Probably)

(alright)