While Emryc never liked seeing Morgan upset, this time it was largely over nothing according to him. He stared blankly at the Firrerreo for a moment, genuinely confused at why Morgan refused to believe that he was unbothered by the injuries. He watched Morgan fiddle with his hair, the disheveled look almost comical for the usually poised and regal prince.
The yellow had faded from his eyes by now, Raze gone entirely. Emryc met Morgan’s gaze when he looked up. His eyes widened when tears began to travel down his face. Emryc could tell he was struggling to speak and he couldn’t help but question his words. However, he also recalled when Morgan had shown up on Bothawui and when he read the Preef comics. The man didn’t have a track record of lying. Emryc trusted that and felt his hand place over Morgan’s chest. When Morgan leaned in to kiss him, Emryc pulled him closer with his other arm, unafraid to kiss him just as passionately as normal. Morgan would taste the copper as he had, the wounds still fresh.
Emryc smiled at Morgan when he professed his love, meeting the second kiss tenderly, but still not as feathery as the Firrerreo intended. When he stepped back, Emryc casually wiped the blood off his lips without a second thought. The graze of Morgan’s tongue against his neck caught his attention again. The thought of binding him every time from here on out began to stir familiar desires within him again.
“Careful or I may want to go again,” He grinned at Morgan, knowing fully well he would be the one to suffer for it if they did. That certainly didn’t stop him from snaking an arm around Morgan’s waist and pulling him close so their chests were pressed together, “I can never have enough of you,” He murmured as his hand began to travel down Morgan’s back and further down to grab flesh that was still tinged red. It took every fiber of his being to remind himself that they needed time to recover. He reluctantly let go after a moment, Morgan able to see the entire internal debate play out quite amusingly on Emryc’s face, ending with a grumpy scowl as he stepped back.
“Any good takeout places here? I don’t want to be that guy and ask you to make me a meal after I just….,” Emryc cleared his throat as he walked off to dig through his bag for packed clothes to change into.