It had been a very different experience than their usual and Emryc was left blissfully dazed. He stared up at the ceiling as Morgan nuzzled against his neck. His hands free at last, he first brought them over to flex and roll the wrists, finding the bruises on them impressive. His arms wrapped around Morgan affectionately as the man murmured softly against him. He saw the cigarra float over, but he didn’t reach for one immediately.
Emryc moved at once, rolling over so he was on top and looking down at the handsome prince. He was still pressed close to him, hips sinking against the other man as he grinned down at him, “The walls of our home will echo with it,” He said as he watched him, silver eyes gazing as fondly as was possible for Emryc. To anyone else, they looked no different than the usual frost, but the Firrerreo had learned to decode when the ice sheets were there and not, "Tell me about your grand plans for this home."
“Will you make me carry you around all the time?” He asked playfully before leaning down to steal a quick kiss.
@Mr. Teatime