[color=#b97703]“It might be,”[/color] Cas grinned at Iris flirtatiously. Usually, when his friends joked about him giving them “orders” he would roll his eyes at them in response. He’d never liked the thought of taking charge because he was convinced the skill didn’t come naturally to him. He also liked to try to forget about his eventual duty of becoming king whenever he had the chance to feign ignorance. However, the way Iris said it made a thrill of excitement shoot up his spine, and he was happy to play along with her game. Laying on the sofa with her, limbs and bodies intertwined with only the scantiest layer of clothing to keep them apart, was probably the only situation in which he felt comfortable enough to add in a low murmur, [color=#b97703]“Consider it a direct order from your future king.”[/color]

In truth, he was still teetering on the fence when it came to his decision of whether to return to his father or not. There was a possibility that he would abdicate his responsibility if Atlas refused to treat him like a competent man who could make his own decisions. After all, he was sick and tired of letting the reigning monarch treat him like a child, and he was no longer afraid of choosing to put his sanity before the duties that he was expected to fill. He didn’t want to think about that now though, and the thought didn’t cross his mind as he made the playful jest to Iris. Right now, the rest of Aspiria didn’t exist. There was only the two of them and the luxury suite they’d hidden away in for the night.

When she pouted at him, he laughed, knowing that he’d caught her in her bluff even though she made one last feeble attempt to pretend like she wasn’t interested in what he was doing. [color=#b97703]“Bull… shit,”[/color] he called her out between quick pecks on her cheek, then closed his eyes as she leaned up to meet his lips in a deeper kiss. Her rough touch against his back elicited a low, throaty sigh from him, and he clutched at her desirously, less gentle with his own grip at her waist and neck. Everything she did drove him crazy, and he could hardly stand to leave her undergarments in place. He was already reaching for the lower pair when she broke the kiss to speak again.

[color=#b97703]“I haven’t had the faintest idea what’s on that screen for at least the last ten minutes,”[/color] he readily admitted and then smirked at her wryly. [color=#b97703]“But I’m not the tease who’s pretending like that movie is more fun than what we’re doing now.”[/color] As she trailed kisses from his jaw to his shoulder, he held his breath, his heart knocking against his ribs with renewed anticipation. He loved how desired she made him feel even before they went further, and he couldn’t wait to return the favor by showering her with all of his attention physically.

At her final challenge, he met her gaze, his last thread of self-control splitting, and whispered back, [color=#b97703]“I’ll show you just how adventurous I can be.”[/color] Disregarding the bedroom on the floor above their heads, he leaned in to kiss her again, more passionately this time, and tangled his fingers in her long hair. The movie droned on behind them as he lost himself to his addiction to her and carried things forward without moving from the sofa…