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OffGun+ April Drabbles: Spicy Edition

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The prince starts breathing harshly, his body responding at the feeling of Off’s mouth on him.

His chest starts rising and falling dramatically, his hands clenching at his sides.

Off pulls away, wonders if he should stop, watches as the prince’s eyes open and meet his. He thinks to apologize, but the prince’s cheeks are so flushed and he looks so beautiful, and so desperate.

The prince pushes himself up, as if he hasn’t been asleep all these years, and he kisses Off, still looking for words in his muddled mind, knowing only need.

Off frees himself, manages to take both of them in hand, awkward and messy, but the prince doesn’t seem to mind, grabbing Off’s shoulders and curling in, moaning.

They come, spilling over Off’s hand, and Off kisses the prince’s lips again.

Panting, Off says, “Good morning, Prince Atthaphan.” He bites his lip. “How did you sleep?”