A Royal Obligation
Chapter 129: Kiss of Memories

Chapter 129: Kiss of Memories

The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bed where Eirik and Kaelix lay entwined in the aftermath of the previous night’s passion.

Kaelix stirred awake first, his body still heavy with the lingering heat of their connection, his gaze naturally falling on Eirik’s peaceful, sleeping form. The stillness of the morning seemed to magnify the intimacy of the moment, and Kaelix allowed himself to revel in the sight of Eirik at rest, the tension of the night before now replaced with a serene calm.

Eirik’s skin was marked with the evidence of their love, small bite marks and faint bruises painting a story across his chest, neck, and thighs. They were the quiet remnants of a night neither of them would soon forget. Kaelix felt a rush of pride, possessiveness even, seeing those marks.

They were reminders of the depth of their passion, the way Eirik had opened up to him fully, and the way he had staked his claim on the man now peacefully sleeping in his arms. Kaelix gently brushed a strand of hair from Eirik’s face, his fingertips lingering on his lover’s cheek, feeling the warmth beneath the surface of his skin.

His heart swelled with affection. Eirik looked so content, so vulnerable, a stark contrast to the way he had been only hours before, writhing beneath Kaelix, lost in a pleasure that seemed to consume them both.

Vivid memories of last night rushed into Kaelix’s mind. He could still remember Eirik crying out for more as he rammed into him, how they kept changing styles and angles, and how Eirik reacted to all of it.

Kaelix recalled the moment when he first entered Eirik, the heat of their bodies pressing together, had been electric. Kaelix had entered Eirik slowly at first, savoring the way his lover gasped, how his body tensed and then softened beneath hhim

But it hadn’t been long before their restraint crumbled into something more primal. Kaelix had found himself moving faster, deeper, his hands gripping Eirik’s hips to hold him in place as he rammed into him, their bodies slapping together with increasing intensity.

"Kaelix," Eirik had moaned, his voice breathy and desperate. The sound of his name falling from Eirik’s lips, laden with pleasure, had been enough to drive Kaelix wild.

Each time Eirik cried out, Kaelix had thrust harder, pushed deeper, feeling the tight heat of Eirik’s body around him.

Kaelix "More, Kaelix, please," Eirik begged, his voice shaky with desire. Kaelix obliged, thrusting harder and faster, each movement met with a gasp or a moan from Eirik.

Kaelix savored every moan, every gasp, every sound that told him just how much Eirik needed him.

They experimented with different positions, each one bringing new sensations and reactions from Eirik. In one, Kaelix held Eirik’s legs high over his shoulders, watching as Eirik’s eyes rolled back with pleasure. "You’re mine, Eirik," Kaelix whispered, his breath hot against Eirik’s ear. "Say it."

"Yours," Eirik panted, his voice barely audible. "I’m yours, Kaelix."

Another memory surfaced, of Kaelix lying on his back while Eirik straddled him, riding him with abandon. Kaelix guided Eirik’s movements, helping him find the perfect rhythm. "Faster," Kaelix urged, gripping Eirik’s hips. "Yes, like that. Don’t stop."

There was the moment when Kaelix had taken Eirik from behind, his chest pressed flush against his back as he drove into him, deeper than before. Eirik had arched into him, his hands clutching at the sheets, his moans turning into breathless cries as Kaelix pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

And then later, when Eirik had been on his back, legs wrapped around Kaelix’s waist, their eyes locked as they moved together. That had been the moment Kaelix had felt something deeper, a connection that went beyond the physical.

Eirik had called out his name again, his voice thick with emotion. "Kaelix... don’t stop... please..."

Kaelix had kissed him then, swallowing Eirik’s moans, their tongues tangling in a messy, desperate kiss as their bodies moved in perfect sync. He had felt Eirik tremble beneath him, felt the way his body had tightened, the way his breath had quickened, and he knew that Eirik was close. But Kaelix hadn’t let up. He had wanted to push Eirik to his limit, to make him feel every inch of pleasure he could give him.

When Eirik had finally come undone, his body convulsing as he spilled between them, Kaelix had followed soon after, feeling him up with his seeds. The sight of Eirik so vulnerable, so overwhelmed, drived him over the edge. He had collapsed on top of Eirik, both of them panting, spent, their bodies slick with sweat and evidence of their shared pleasure.

Eirik had been too weak to move afterward, his body trembling with exhaustion. Kaelix had cleaned him up, gently wiping away the remnants of their night with a soft cloth, his touch tender and reverent. And then, he had drawn Eirik into his chest, wrapping his arms around him as they both drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, content and utterly at peace.

Kaelix smiled at the memory, unable to resist tracing his fingers over the marks he had left on Eirik.

Eirik stirred beneath Kaelix’s touch, his eyelids fluttering open as he slowly came awake. His eyes, still clouded with sleep, found Kaelix’s, and a soft smile tugged at his lips.

"Good morning," Eirik mumbled, his voice hoarse and quiet.

Kaelix leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Eirik’s lips, lingering there for just a moment before pulling back. "Good morning, husband," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the sound of the word. Husband. It felt right, natural.

Eirik’s smile widened, though there was a hint of bashfulness in his expression. His eyes drifted to the marks on his skin, and Kaelix could see the realization of last night’s intensity sinking in.

"Did you sleep well?" Eirik asked, his voice soft.

Kaelix chuckled, his fingers brushing over one of the bite marks on Eirik’s shoulder. "Better than I have in years. Last night was epic."

Eirik blushed, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he looked away, but Kaelix could see the pleased smile on his lips. There was something about the way Eirik reacted to him, the way he seemed almost shy in the daylight, that made Kaelix’s heart swell with affection.

For a moment, they simply lay there, tangled in each other, the warmth of their bodies blending together as the morning sun continued to rise. The air was filled with a quiet contentment, a sense of peace that came from knowing they were exactly where they were meant to be.

Kaelix’s hand drifted down to Eirik’s chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin. "I was thinking about last night," he said softly, his voice low and intimate.

Eirik’s gaze snapped back to his, curiosity and a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. "What about last night?"

He smirked, his hand moving lower, teasingly tracing the edge of Eirik’s abdomen. "About how you were moaning my name," he murmured, his voice dropping into a husky whisper. "About how you begged for more."

Eirik’s blush deepened, his gaze flicking away as heat spread across his cheeks, but he didn’t pull back. "Stop talking about it," he muttered shyly, his voice soft yet pleading.

Kaelix chuckled, the sound light and teasing, his breath warm against Eirik’s ear. "Why?" he teased, his lips brushing the corner of Eirik’s mouth. "Does it embarrass you?"

Before Eirik could respond, Kaelix captured his lips, silencing any further protest. The kiss was slow at first, sensual, but it quickly deepened, becoming more urgent. Eirik responded, his shyness melting away as their tongues danced together, the taste of Kaelix familiar and intoxicating.

Kaelix’s hand slipped down to caress Eirik’s thigh, his touch firm but tender as he stroked the soft skin. "I want to make you feel that way again," Kaelix whispered against his lips, his voice heavy with desire. His fingers inched higher, teasing the sensitive skin of Eirik’s inner thigh. "Do you think you can handle it?"

Eirik’s breath hitched at the promise in Kaelix’s words, a shiver running down his spine. His body ached with the memory of last night, but the fire in Kaelix’s eyes stirred something deep within him. He looked up at Kaelix, a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement fluttering in his chest.

"I think I can," Eirik whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with need.