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And this king does respect good boys.

[ you. you're the good boy.

...puts him in check. ]

[good boy!!! //////]

Well that was fast...

[A dramatic sigh as he stacks a cracker with fine meats and cheese.]

To the victor go the spoils.

[Feeds you your victory cracker]

[ He leans on his palm for a tick, regarding him intently.

Then leans over to bite his victory cracker from his trophy almost-husband's fingers. ]

[Meets his gaze with a helplessly adoring crook on his lips.]

I'm no match for you. As usual.

[ politely finishes his cracker before responding. ]

But you continue to play me. I adore that part of you.

[ the... the impossibly good part... though he sometimes wonders if it's a little masochism too. ]

Putting up a fight even when it's hopeless is a family trait.

[Questionable whether masochism is. He's never probed that deeply into Peter's private life......]

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Which surely means that you'll play against me again next time.

Oh, I'll try.

But for now... what do you want to do to your captured trophy king first?

That's such a dangerous question.

[ like, he could make a list.

but for now he's just going to sit back and pat the spot next to him. the usual "come" gesture. ]

[Obediently sits where instructed, with anticipation(??!!)]

What happened to being merciful?

[ leans in. ]

Oh, of course I will be. However, if I were to start listing things... you'd never see the end of it.

But let us start simply. Kiss me.

As you command.

[He leans in and kisses his prince sweetly and tender, as good boys should]

[ How can anyone ever be mean to you. How dare they. The next person who deceives you (hypocritically right now) is going to die very painfully.

Good boys also get a hand to their chest and a light nip to their lip. ]

[Ah yes. WHO would ever LIE to this good little clone, surely no one here

Kaine gasps softly, his chest rising and falling against his touch - before caressing Lotor's neck with his callused, cankerous hand. Trailing up to trace the lobe of his delicate elf ears.]

[ It's a bit funny, isn't it, being of a warrior race and not having much to show for it—not without lack of trying, over ten thousand years. There's hardly any imperfections in his skin (and, well, the ones he does have that are noticeable Kaine is probably already intimately familiar with) so his skin is especially soft to the touch.

His claws are not, though, and it's almost a reminder when his fingers twitch and—he doesn't want to shred Kaine's nice new outfit in the excitement of being in love, so he's pulling his hand back into his own lap. ]

...maybe this reward should wait until later.

[His breathing hitches, but - yeah if his nice new clothes got shredded in the name of hanky panky, Vil might for real murder him. Which reminds him...]

Put it back on the list?

Actually... there's one more surprise I had for you.

[ listed it is. ]

And what is that?

What if I asked you to close your eyes and come with me?

I trust very few people with that, but I do trust you with my entire being.

[ extends hand again. and closes his eyes. ]

[Leads him out of the garden,]

Would you feel better if I scooped you up?

[There's no risk of tripping if you get carried bridal style ;)]

As long as you promise not to manhandle me this time.

[ yes hold him ]

When have I ever.

[ROMANTICALLY and not ROUGH picks up the prince in his arms - and gives him an extra smooch on the cheek for being cute]

...I'll refrain from commenting.

[ this isn't exactly the most regal position to be in and he hopes nobody is secretly witnessing it, but it's ok. he's indulging. also what is more powerful than making a big strong man carry you around like a prince...ss. ]

Hmmm~~

[Pretend you don't hear any cheeky smugness in that little hum. (throwing people is fun)

Even with his eyes closed, Lotor would still be able to tell the sound of footsteps on grass, to dirt, to sand. The distant roll of waves grow louder, along with the crackle of fire.

Kaine sets his feet down on the beach, taking care that Lotor is steady.]

It might be presumptuous, seeing as you've conquered both my armies and my heart.

You made me a vow not long ago, my love. Tonight I want to ask you for one more.

[ The care he takes now might get his heart to thump a little harder. It does not go unnoticed.

But—a vow. Here. He hasn't opened his eyes (ignore my icon ok) but he can grasp a pretty solid idea.

He promised to be good. To do good. With him. That's his point of reference, here.

A pause. Then: ]

What will you ask of me?

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