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Started November 23, 2022 by @knightinadream group

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Henri snorted in amusement. He lifted his head from Felix's neck but didn't pull out of his arms. He wasn't ready for that, the loss of contact, yet. He wanted this. He wanted this for as long as he could get it, either Félix had to go or someone came to check on them, or lunch.
"You should come up with a better excuse if you're trying to sneak into a prince's room. We need to work on your subtly." The words slipped out without care. He hadn't meant to say we. It was an accident. We was used if they were old friends. They barely knew each other. And yet, it felt like he had known him for ages. Sometimes, you just met the person that feels like you've them for much longer.
Soulmates, he thought, whether platonic or romantic. He felt it in his heart, his soul. It was something he just knew. Whatever it led too, it was as though destiny had brought them to this.
He wasn't an affectionate person. He wasn't touchy nor did he seek touch. And yet, because he was a prince, it was frowned upon for others to touch him. They could find themselves in jail or dead for touching him without permission. And because of this, he seemed to crave touch when he could take it. He gobbled it up for as lone as he could get it.

Félix removed his chin to look at Henri. Did he just make the prince laugh a little? His hand hovered before resting on Henri's back. "What?" He laughed a little himself. His bottom lip jutted out. "I am telling the truth, Henri. I know we've only just met, but I promise that I won't lie to you."

He tilted his head to the side a little. We? "Oh…" His whole face turned red. Perhaps Henri was just being sarcastic. He knows he tends to be around Dan, Gigi, and even Gaspard. Félix looked off to the side for a second, laughing softly to himself. He was about to make a claim that he was not trying to sneak in, but it was no use.

We….The use of such a simple word must have been a mistake or he could have misheard. In a way, it sounded like they were a thing, that they are together. Something that would never happen. Not that means Henri is not his type or anything; he kinda is, Félix guesses. The problem is is that Félix is the problem. He's a boy. A simple boy who has no royal blood in him. It wouldn't work out.

Why is he even thinking of these things now? His stupid brain is just doing useless laps for no reason. This isn't the time or place to let these stupid thoughts run wild.

There is something going on though. Between them. Now. Despite the apparent facts of their differences and so on, his heart feels warm. Not the usual warmth of excitement or anything like that. This warmth, he felt it in his mind too. Better yet, just everywhere. Hell even in the air too.

He laughed again. "Next time, I will come up with something better like studying or a project…or working on my subtlety." His fingers gently brushed the side of Henri's face. "I can be like everyone else and sneak through the window. Like Rapunzel and her prince."

Henri smiled. The first genuine one in weeks. It was small, just a quirk of the lips. Nothing big, no teeth showing, but it was an improvement to the stoic face he had before. His mood was lifted, even if it was likely temporary. It was like Félix could light up the room with just hos smile and voice. Henri wondered if he knew that he had that power.
His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into the hand that touched his face. He felt in that moment, it solidified his thoughts about Félix, his sexuality. He could never been one hundred percent positive without Félix's confirmation, but his touches, his action, pointed towards a liking to men.
Henri like that but he also knew it was dangerous. Dangerous grounds. If anyone found out, if it got into the tabloids, it would be a scandal. His family did their best to avoid scandals, which was why his mother lectured him to stay away from anyone his parents didn't permit for him to date.
Such dated customs, but unfortunately his reality.
His eyes opened and he focused on Félix. "Perhaps studying would be a good excuse. But I am no damsel in distress. I don't need a prince to scale my tower and resuce me, unless you would prefer to react that. I don't judge others fantasies." A small jest, a lighthearted tease. It felt good to joke, to be in better spirits.

Félix remained still as his eyes grew wide. Never before has the smallest of smiles caught him in a trance. It sent a spark straight to his heart. There's flames inside that he cannot quite extinguish. Henri's little smile was subtle yet enough to make his own widen into a beam. To him, it is bright like a star. Even the smallest of stars have a lasting impact. And boy, this one that he is seeing, he will not be able to forget ever.

As much as he was melting from all of this, he froze. Literally froze. Those suffocating thoughts returned. A lot of "shouldn't have" statements swirled around. Henri reacting to his touch made him feel a lot of things. Depending on who you ask, it could go either way. Good or bad.

Yes, he has heard rumors about Henri and his sexuality. Almost everyone has. Personally, in the past, Félix did not pay a lot of attention to them. He spent his time sitting in the corner of his room worrying about the rumors his own sexuality.

Now he is worried that if someone were to walk in on them now, he would be unintentionally dragging Henri into more trouble; trouble that is not his fault nor wrong. That is the thought suffocating him. Félix loves this moment. He loves holding someone like Henri and being held too, but the thought is wrapping around him, sticking him with spikes and thorns.

He found himself laughing again. The redness in his face persisted. "Fantasies?" He shook his head. Giggling softly, his nose scrunched. "Oh no no no. I have no such thing…If anything, I would be the damsel in distress or a simple peasant boy." Félix shrugged. He just likes stories and using analogies sometimes. Not as much as he likes brushing Henri's hair with his fingers though. Nor as much as he enjoys being this close to, or with, someone.

Henri closed his eyes once more, that little smile still splaying on his lips. He leaned into his hand, nudging jt even, for him to continue. This was dangerous, so dangerous. He would be screwed of anyone came to the door. And while it would be easy to come up with an excuse. Their disheveled appearance would only suggest the worst. Not that they had entertained that, but it did leave a message.
However, Henri seemed to have run out of fucks to give. He could care less how people saw hom or viewed him. It was his parents that cared, that expected more from him. They didn't understand him. They did their best to support him but they didn't understand. Only Philippe had.
His parents hadn't cared when he was a second son. A second son could trapeze as he pleased, as long as when it came to it, he settled down with a respectable person, not that he had ever planned on that. He swung both ways and would be with whoever his heart ached for. That plan had never changed. But he was no longer a forgotten second son. He was heir now and everything he dis was picked apart and analyzed. He could eat his own food without being citizen and the tabloids spinning some story.
Henri began to run his hand up and down Felix's back, fingertips trailing over the covered back. His fingers picked at the shirt and pulled it just above the waistband on his trousers, fingertips touching skin. "I don't ever think you would be a damsel in distress. You were the one rushing to my side to help me, were you not? I don't think that quite fits you."
It was hot in the room. It was hot and yet Henri could only press himself further to Félix. He told himself it was only because he wanted to steal the affection, the comfort from him that was being offered freely. Definitely not because of the fluttering in his chest and the heat rising in his cheeks. Certainly not that.

Slowly yet surely, his fingertips continued to brush against the side of Henri's face. They just drifted, slightly hovering over. He made sure that he was as softly as he possibly could be. The movement was satisfying to him. Everything he tried to do with gentleness was. The fact that someone else does too makes him feel happier even though he wants to do it all time now.

Such a thing would be impossible though. Not as much as the thought of him kissing Henri on the cheek or even the lips would be. He isn't even sure where that idea came from. The anxiety over getting Henri in trouble just because he has his arms wrapped around him is already enough. Entertaining such things like hugs or cupping his cheek or even kissing is not the best thing he should be doing. What he is doing right now is dangerous too.

For a second, his hand rested on the side of Henri's neck. Félix glimpsed over his shoulder before briefly looking down. Goosebumps covered the back of his neck. A light chuckle slipped through his lips. He looked at Henri.

The prince has a point. He probably isn't a damsel in distress, despite the fact he always feels like he is in distress. Actually, he rushed to his side twice and chances are he would more than gladly would do it again. A smirk appeared on his face. "Then what do you think would fit me best?"

His chest heaved once again. The space between them becoming small. Félix felt his other hand sliding down, resting on Henri's waist. Really, he shouldn't be giving into what is heart is asking for. Entertaining this will only make things worse. This feeling of warmth and comfort, he doesn't want it to end though. What is that he is feeling right now? What is he feeling for Henri?

Henri hummed, thinking for a moment, stalling. This was dangerous and reckless and wild and he was loving every minute of it. He didn't fall into the social norms, he never had. He never liked doing as he was told, especially when it was uptight and unreasonable. There was nothing inherently wrong with what he was doing. It was natural. There were several species that played into homosexuality such as peguins. He liked peguins. They mated for life. He hoped one to day to find his own peguin, but until then, he would enjoy life as it came to him, discreetly if course.
His eyes flickered to Félix's mouth then back up to his eyes. Down, then back up. He was fantazing kissing him, what his lips would feel like, how he would feel against Henri. He wanted to dive in, but that was too soon was it not.
He liked to be live in love at first sight, or at least affection and longing. It's where his belief of soylmates came into play, at least a romantic soulmate. It was like you just knew. And Henri knew.
"The underdog," Henri slid his face closer, his lips skimming Félix's cheeks and stopping at his ear, where he whispered. "Unseeming, ordinary at first look, but capable of remarkable things. Someone who shouldn't be underestimated."
His voice had lowered, perhaps almost husky. Just a distraction, he tried lying to himself but he knew better. Je wasn't doing this solely because he wanted a distraction.
No.
It was more than that.

As he brought his fingers back to the side of Henri's face, his mind wandered a little. The question of what he is feeling, especially for Henri, was what stood apparent. Was it love? No, it couldn't be. Well…The word love made his heart feel fuzzy. Heat spread all throughout his chest just thinking about that word.

It makes sense as much as it doesn't make sense. Being in Henri's company was relaxing. Not to mention thrilling too, but he found himself feeling secured just being the two of them. Who know where this could go for them? And yet, so much is holding him back from wanting to know.

He blinked. Noticing Henri staring him, and his lips, he glanced off to the side. His pupils were wide. There butterflies in his stomach. In the corner of his eye, he glimpsed at Henri's lips, just for a second.

Félix tried to tell himself to stop thinking of such silly things, but he can't. Whether physically, mentally, or emotionally, he just can't. Simply the thought of their bodies pressed together is enough to get his heart racing. He knew that kissing Henri would be a grave mistake. It must be. It has to be.

Whenever he tried to stop thinking, it came floating back to him. He can only imagined what it would be like, how it would feel, to kissing Henri. How their lips would feel and move together. In fact, Félix has never kissed anyone before. He always wondered what kissing would be like in the first place.

Henri's lips glided on top of his skin. They felt as smooth as silk. He could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. Félix just barely heard what was being whispered in his ear. It was more than enough to lull him. He closed his eyes while deeply exhaling.

He had to wait for his heart to settle down a little in order to say something. An underdog. Hmm, it made sense to him. "And in this fantasy of ours, what would you be?" He leaned gently into Henri, his head slightly tilted back.

Here, in this moment, all thoughts faded away from Henri. His brother, his parents, his birthright, why he was there. It all faded unto the background until it was a spec of almost nothing. Nothing else mattered, in that moment, other than Félix.
Goosebps raised over his skin at the feeling of his touch. He shivered, not because of the cold, but thrill of it all. It was the thrill thay got him going, the idea of being caught, but this was so much different than his other endeavors had been. It was more. It wouldn't be quick and hot in a sketchy motel. This, he wanted to enjoy. He wanted to be with Félix, and he cursed the world for putting him in a position he couldn't possibly be open about it.
The feel of Félix against him just felt so right. Henri had always been a switch, enjoying both givin and receiving. However, he found he would much enjoy giving everything he could to Félix that was in his power. And that, unfortunately, didn't mean anything more than sneaking around in the dark and wondering touches.
"I'm the charming prince, of course." Henri's lips skimmed again Félix's outer shell of his ear as he murmured.
As Henri pulled his head back, just enough to look at him, a full grin grew on his face now. A hint of teeth were showing, even. His face was so close to Félix, that if either of them even tried to speak, their lips would touch.
Henri wanted to kiss him very badly. Not because he wanted to use Félix as he had everyone recently in life, but because he wanted to be with him. He wanted to kiss him, right then and there. He could imagine it. It would be soft and gentle. And he would end it before it got too heavy.
His hand slid uo his side to cup the side of Félix's face. He had never wanted to kiss someone to badly as he did now.
But he wouldn't.
Not without a sign that he wanted to be kissed.

"A charming prince…I hope in this fantasy, the charming prince and underdog will get along." Félix laughed quietly. His body shivered.

Their lips are at the point of brushing up against each other. Gravity seemed to not have an affect on his feeling of being weightless. An unfamiliar thing was running through his veins, making him feel dazed. Having Henri pressed up against him just feels so right.

He wondered what all of this would mean for the two of them. This would have to be a secret, of course. What about after this moment? What would they be then? All of it has to be a secret for Henri's sake as much as it needs to be for him.

Regardless of being a secret or not, he just hoped that after this, even if they kiss or not, that they can still be together in some shape or form. Félix has never done anything like this. Love or being in a relationship, let alone one kept in secret. All the what-ifs stacked upon each other, making him anxious in the midst of everything else.

His thumb traced the edges of Henri's bottom lip. Félix watched as it slowly glided on top. Time froze. He felt everything slowing down. His Adam's apple bobbed. Félix leaned into Henri's hand. All the thoughts in his mind had fizzled out, except for one.

Henri.

Oh, this must be bad. He wants to be with Henri, even in secret. He wants to know what it feels like to have those lips against his. Even if they kissed and that would be end of it, he didn't care. On the other hand, he doesn't want it to be the end.

Nothing outside of this space between him and Henri matters.

"Hmm," Henri hummed, as if thinking over the statement. "I believe they do. Incredibly well. They are very close."
And if it was even possible, he stepped even closer into Félix. They were so close air couldn't get through them. There wasn't a single crevice he wasn't pressed up against. They were one and the same.
Henri's thumb brushed along his cheek, stroking it affectionately. It should not be only receiving a loving touch. Félix deserved to feel as he did. He leaned his head forward, just to brush his nose against Félix's.
Sinful.
This was sinful and yet he couldn't look away. He couldn't move. He found himself not wanting to move if he could. This was where Henri wanted to be. This was where he would stay.
Henri had been with lots of people, but nothing had been long term, not in over a year. There were few people he found themselves wanting to be in a relationship with Henri just for Henri. He found several people wanted to be with him for the fame, money, or even title. Very little wanted to be with him just for who Henri was. So he found it easier to meet strangers in the dark, have a tumble, and be on his way. It was easier. Honest. They were both using each other for something. Instead of Henri being blindsided.
This was somehow different with Félix. He couldn't explain it but somehow he just knew, in his heart, that Félix was good and pure. That ge wouldn't try to win Henri's affections purely for what he was, instead of who he was. He longed for him, for this. He longed for the relationship he could have.
Félix seemed to be making no move of moving away. And yet, Henri felt compelled to say, "You're missing class. I hope you're not in a hurry to get back."
He was looking for validation. He wanted to make sure this was what he thought it was and not some concoction made in his head.

"Very close…" He breathed. This fantasy, he likes it. No no no, he loves it. Their tight proximity, the brushing of his cheek, and their foreheads touching…All of it will leave him speechless and full of a million words at the same time. This was too good to be true.

Not in a million years would he ever to have dreamed of something like this. Being so close together that they are breathing each other? Never ever. He always found himself praying to God in church just to find a boy who he could love and would love him back.

To be with someone like Henri, that was what he dreamed of. He doesn't mean like Henri in the context of him being a prince, but rather, the way Henri is holding him and how they are sharing this moment together.

"Huh?" Class? Félix needed to collect his thoughts. Sure, he is missing class, but oh well. Well, technically he is supposed to be showing Henri around still, yet neither of the two mattered. They are here now, and if Félix is missing class because of this then it is fine. If anything, he can catch up; he's good at getting back up on his feet anyways.

He smiled, laughing a little. Moving his head a little, he kissed the side of Henri's nose. "It is alright," He whispered. "I am in no hurry at all." No hurry at all. If only time could slow down so then he would be able to spend more of it with Henri.

When realization of his little kiss came to mind, he directed his eyes looked off to the side as his face became flushed with pink. He whispered, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I should've asked if I could kiss you, Henri…I-" He slightly shook his head. Everything is still warm for him. Félix knows how he feels for Henri, but he doesn't know how Henri feels; he must be careful and gentle with that fact, with Henri of course.

Henri hummed softly at his answer. No rush. Thay was good. They would have time. The only worry would be whether or not someone would come to his door, either searching for the bath of them, or needing some time with Henri to discuss things. Hopefully, neither of those happened. But with the door closed, if someone did knock, hopefully it would give them enough time to separate and come up with an excuse.
He hoped no one did come. He hoped they were left to themselves. He found he didn't want to separate from Félix anytime soon. Not in a sexual manner, just intimate as they were now. However, it did make him wonder how long he could hold onto Félix. How long could they stayed holed up in his room until someone came knocking. Maybe he could convince him to lay down on the bed and watch a movie off of his laptop.
That would be nice.
Henri smiled and let out a small laugh. The small kiss had been the last thing he had been expecting but he welcomed it more than anything.
He placed a finger over Félix's lips, silencing him. The rambling was cute but unnecessary. He wasn't mad. Quite the opposite in fact. He enjoyed it, the small kiss. However, Félix' blush was adorable and vowed to make a habit of making him blush. "You don't need to ask to kiss me." He murmured in a low voice. "You can kiss me whenever you'd like."
With both of his hands on his face, Henri tilted their heads, just the right angle. All they had to do was lean in and their lips would touch, but that was something he would let Félix do. It was his silent way of asking permission. He had no doubt he would say yes, but he wanted Félix to have at least this bit of control. Henri wanted to know how Félix wanted to kiss. Did he want it slow? Did he want little bites? Did he want it faster?
Besides, it was attractive to his partner take some control.

Henri's laugh left him speechless. The nervous feeling leaving his heart shutting down ceased to continue. Sure, the laugh was small and soft, but he loved every second of hearing it.

His nervousness calmed down once Henri rested a finger on his lips. It took quite some time for his heart to settle down a little. If he was already completely red and a mess of heat, then imagine what he would be like when they do actually kiss. Sadly, he does not know what that will be like. His knowledge is as vast as his experience in kissing or anything intimate; it's not.

All he has learned about kissing comes from movies, shows, books, and whatever Gaspard told him. So many times has he blushed at the thought of it or hugged his pillow while butterflies fluttered in his stomach. And let's not forget the amount of times, he has woken up holding his face after dreaming of kissing someone. Now here he is, but this is no movie nor is this a dream. No this is actually happening.

It is happening.

"Really?"

Silence competed with the sound of his heart pumping up into his eardrums. His head moved gently with the help of Henri. He doesn't even know what he is doing and at the same time he does. Aside from that, Félix knows that he is curious. Curious about what Henri's lips would feel like. Curious about

And so, he did it. His eyes fluttered shut. Félix leaned in, letting his lips delicately press against Henri's. They moved slowly and tenderly. His mind buzzing as sparks flew.

Henri resumed stroking his cheek, gently, softly, affectionately. Félix's naivity made him smile. He would teach him, he decided then. Henri would teach him how to kiss, how to be with someone, however far he wanted to go.
"Really."
He never took his eyes off Félix. He was watching him, searching for any uncertainty, any doubt. Henri was a lot of things but he would never force anyone to do anything with him. He never once thought to use his rank, his title to get anyone. While it was his title that attracted people to him, he never actively used it. People sought him out, not the other way. And he would never blame anyone for backing away.
However this wasn't the case
No. Félix leaned right in and then suddenly, their lips were touching.
It was like sparks were flying for Henri. Anywhere they were touching, his skin was on fire. He was warm and fuzzy and on cloud nine. Félix's lips were soft and plump. It was everything he had imagined. Better, even.
It was like time stopped for him. Everything around him froze except for them. His hands gripped the sides of Félix's face, gentle but firm. He wanted to take things slow, he wanted to easel Félix into this.
To test the water, Henri pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled on Félix's lip. Just a small little love bite. He wanted to gae the reaction, see what he could do, what he needed to be slow with.
Henri walked them backwards until the bed hit the backs of his knees and he was forced to sit. He looked up at Félix, his hands now fallen to his waist. He made no move, despite desperately wanting to pull him into his lap. Henri only gazed up at him.

So much was going on all at once. His entire body was covered in flames. He felt weightless; the only thing keeping him on the ground was the touch of Henri. Those hands delicately holding his face while their lips moved together. And Henri's lips were smooth as silk. They felt so satisfying, so sweet.

A soft whimper echoed in his throat. His body shivered. The little bite was something he had not expected, but he kind of liked it; he welcomed the sensation of it. Obviously all of this is new to him, yet he found himself enjoying every single moment of this and he wants to enjoy more with Henri.

He followed Henri. When his lips were pulled away, he looked down at him. He breathed deeply. Eagerness filled every single nerve in his body. Blood rushed to his face.

Something inside him awakened. Feelings he never knew were unearthed. It wasn't just the kiss that had caused this but also the placement of Henri's hands on his waist and the look in his eyes. There was this beautiful gleaming light in them. He could not dare to look away. It only drew him in closer.

Félix carefully got into Henri's lap. When relaxed, he loosened his tie a little more then threw it onto the desk. He did the same with his jacket. Not that he expects things to escalate this quickly; he's just really warm. Like really really really warm.

Lowering his face, he gave Henri a small peck on the lips. Pulling away a little, he let his hand run through his hair while staring into those blue eyes.

Henri looked up at Félix. Yes, there was lust in his eyes but it was second to everything else. His eyes were open wide, wanting and twinkling. He wanted Félix. Not intimately, it was too early for that, but just with him.
His smile grew to a wide grin, teeth showing and all, once he slip into his lap. He watched as Félix pulled off his tie and jacket. His own fingers itched to take his shirt off next but he didn't dare. He didn't touch his own clothing either. He decided he would leave that Félix to do as well.
Henri's hands slipped under the material of his shirt, his hands splaying on his back, pulling Félix closer to him. His eyes lingered close for a moment after that small kiss before opening them once again. He head was tilted back to look up at him. Standing, Henri and Félix were about the same height. Now, with Félix on his lap, he was several inches taller than Henri. He had to crane his neck up.
He hummed softly at the feeling of hands in his hair, running their fingers through and scratching at his scalp. It was soothing. He felt as though he could fall asleep to the sensation. But perhaps another time.
Henri leaned his face forward and pressed a soft kiss to his Adam's apple. He kissed up to the underside of his chin, around his jaw and up his cheek. He danced around Félix's lips, playing, wanting to see how long it would take for him to snap and just kiss Henri.
Félix's skin was softer than he could imagine. One day, he vowed, henri wanted to strip him bare and glide his lips across his skin, kissing any beauty mark or scar that may litter on his skin. Not today. Not tomorrow. But someday.

In all honesty, Félix would have unbuttoned his shirt or done the same to Henri. The only thing that was stopping him was the fear that someone will knock on the door soon. While he has little to no experience with all of this, he still knows that buttoning his shirt will take longer than putting on his tie. If they do become a thing, and they do do this again, he will. Félix swears to God that he will.

Being pulled in was enough to take his breath away. As if they could not be any closer. They are practically one in this moment. A cool breeze overcame him as he felt fingertips brushing against his back. He smiled while staring back, taking in the mesmerizing pools that stared back into him.

Henri's lips glided on top of his skin like water. Underneath his breath, a soft moan crepted out. The voice in him wanting more made him wonder if he was being greedy secretly (or perhaps not so) asking, wanting for more kisses all over. He just wants to kiss Henri more and do a lot more things with him. In his mind, he already has a list ranging from cuddling to kissing to watching movies together.

Whether it was out of impatience or just eagerness, Félix lowered his face just so his lips crashed onto Henri's. He didn't mean for them to. He had to have his one hand rested on the back of Henri's head to protect him from bumping it. Okay….Maybe Félix was a little impatient. At first his kisses were quick, but the more they progressed, the speed returned to the slow, tender one he had before.

As much as he already loves kissing Henri on the lips, Félix had gotten curious. Soon his kisses started to lower down to the bruises, below the ear, and all the way down Henri's neck. He did his best to crane his own neck in order to reach every single spot he could place kisses. Anywhere he is able to feel that petal-soft skin against his lips.

Henri smiled at the small noises that Félix was making. Those little moans filled his ears until it was the only thing he heard. It was like music and he was going to make Félix make those sounds many more times. One of his hands snuck out of his shirt and buried itself in his hair, gripping the locks. He had a firm grip but he was careful. He didn't pull or otherwise cause any harm. While Henri himself liked it when his hair was pulled, that did not mean that others did.
Henri let out a small noise of surprise was lips were slammed on his. He wasn't expecting it but it was a nice surprise. It showed there was more to Félix than he had originally thought. He was going to have fun exploring things with him. Henri was going to find everything that made him tick. He matched the energy of the kiss, following Félix's lead this time. He kissed with as much intensity and slowed it down as the heat lessened.
He had also not been expecting Félix to kiss down his neck. Another nice surprise, one he certainly didn't deny. He tilted his head to the side, granting him better access of his skin. His eyes were shut closed, letting him feel the sensation wholly. His hand left his hair and went back under his shirt, stroking his skin. Henri sighed softly in pleasure. He hadn't had intimacy like this since, well, forever. It was a nice change. It was overwhelming.
The tear fell before he could do anything to stop it.
But this was not a tear of sadness or regret. This was of hope and happiness.
Henri removed his hands entirely, only to place them both on Félix's face, gently removing him from his path of kisses. He held his face, stroking the skin on his cheeks, tracing his lips with his thumb. Henri leaned forward and kissed him once, twice, then pulled his face back. He knew it was time to put an end to this before they went too far. Henri needed to slow down. He wanted to do this right and he couldn't if they continued at this pace.
But instead of dismissing Félix entirely, he said instead, "Would you like to help me unpack? I'm not very good at these things." he murmured. And it was true. He had maids that did his cleaning. They arranged his room and he never corrected a thing. He did not have an eye for such things.

In the back of his mind, Félix was rather surprised about himself. Being this bold, this eager right away. Never did he expect it to be hidden in him. These new sensations, he wants to keep exploring them. He wants to do so many things with Henri: intimate or not.

His lips kept going till he felt Henri's hands touching his face. While he held his face, Félix sighed deeply. He smiled at the kisses given. This moment must be over. For now, at least.

Opening his eyes, he stared down at Henri while taking deep breaths. His mind had to somewhat return to the state it was before. Oh it was everywhere from the moon and back. Even his heart was doing its best to return to its normal pace. He kept trying to gain control of his breathing again.

He made a small smirk. "Did the crown prince of France just asked me to help with unpacking after kissing me on his bed?" Félix laughed then kissed Henri on the forehead. "I'll help you, Henri."

As cautious as before, he got off then took a few steps away from the bed. He tried to make himself look the same as before with putting the tie back on, tucking his shirt in, and so on so forth. The only thing he had given up on was his hair. This morning he spent fifteen minutes fixing it with some hairspray; so much for that. The thought of Henri holding his curls came to mind. He sheepishly smiled. Oh well, it was worth it.

"Shall we get started?" Félix turned to Henri while adjusting his collar. He fluffed his hair then walked over, doing the same to Henri. "I find it to be quite fun, especially while listening to music."

Henri wanted with all of his hear to continue what they had been doing. But he knew himself and his self control. He knew he would lose his grasp on it should they continue. He was a Seventeen year old boy after all.
He hadn't made any plans to unpack. He didn't want to unpack. He wasn't good at those things nor did he want to be there very long. But he needed an excuse to keep Félix with him, and to keep them both busy so they wouldn't start making out. Watching a movie would only invited wondering hands and lips. That was dangerous. They weren't going to finish the tour. Henri didn't care for it. And he would likely have Félix with him showing him around until he left.
Henri did still plan on getting kicked out. The plan hadn't changed at all. He was just making a slight detour. As long as he got Félix's contact information everything would be fine. He would find some excuse to see him for for Félix to come to him.
He fluttered under the forehead kiss, eyes closing and smiling for a moment. Instead of getting up immediately, he sat there and watched, admiring Félix. He had a goofy, boyish smile on his face as he watched him fix his clothing. He itched to mess it up again but he held himself back.
Henri final stood, not bothering to fix his clothes. He had half a mind to change into some pajama pants but he was sure how his company would react to him undressing in front of him. Better henri keep his clothes on until he's alone.
"I'll follow your lead. Whatever you think is best." Henri wasn't ready to admit he had no idea how to do this. He didn't know how to fold clothes, how to decorate. The only thing he could do is hand stuff up and even that knowledge was limited. He didn't take care of his room, he had people for that. He had people for everything.

In the back of his head, he wondered, what are they now? They went from strangers to making out in Henri's room. He isn't complaining. But he always had wondered what this (being in some sort of relationship or just intimacy) was like. Félix worries about being abandoned or just left in the dust. It's hurt him too many times before, but he doesn't know what to say to Henri. He doesn't want to ramble on with his stupid brain.

But they are still together now, meaning he doesn't need to leave. Till someone knocks on the door or whenever one of his teammates texts him, he gets to be with Henri, and that makes him more than happy. He doesn't want to go back to what they did before. (Even though, he wants to.) For someone who feels inexperienced, that is enough for him and his still very overwhelmed heart. Besides, he knows his mind is going to wander back to those kisses and touches.

"Okay!" His usual brightness has returned. Taking out his phone, he scrolled through his library scanning through all the playlists. There's a lot of them. Half are for football or the gym. Another is kids' songs while he has one filled with Queen and David Bowie. Let's not forget classical, kpop, and Eurovision ones. Surprisingly, he doesn't have one for cleaning or unpacking yet.

He frowned then handed his phone over to Henri. "Pick something us to listen to while we unpack. Anything you want, okay?" Félix kissed the side of Henri's cheek then picked up one of the bags. Holding it by the straps, he lifted it onto the bed. This isn't even his room, but he already has a whole plan laid out. Go through each bag and trunk, put them in its place, and set the bag or trunk in a nice spot. Making the room comfortable and cozy, that's the mission.

Henri took the phone wordlessly and scrolled through the songs. Eventually, he looked up one of his favorite albums and pressed play. The album will be left not described because this rper does not listen to music like that.
He did decide to chucke the best off of his body, his own shirt rising and exposing the skin around his waistband as his arms lifting taking the vest off. He threw the vest on his bed and it was then that Henri realized his room was going ti be in a constant state of messiness. He wasn't a clean person. He had people for that.
This was going to be an adjustment for sure.
He looked around his room, at his trunks. Where should he start? His clothes? His things? Where to start? What ti start?
It was all so new to him and nothing what he was used. Perhaps that was the point. Give him a taste of reality, as best they could for him being the crowned prince.
He was revolting against the very idea.

Félix took the vest that was thrown onto the bed. His eyes squinted. Picking it up, he felt the texture of the fabric before gently folding it. When he was finished, he set it off to the side. Satisfied with the folding, he patted the vest gently then returned to the bag. He hummed along with the music as he opened it up.

While Félix always returns home with grass, sweat, and dirt stains on clothes, he is quite clean for being a teenager and all. Saturdays are for cleaning and laundry. Whenever he is stressed, sometimes he'll just go around his room to pick a few things up or dust the place. It is another secret of his, but he'll admit that he finds it to be relaxing as much as it is rewarding.

He placed a few things down. In the corner of his eye, he noticed Henri just standing there and gazing around. Oh how the light reflects off of those blue irises. He shook his head. It's easy for him to get distracted doing these things as much as it's easy for him to get into them.

"So many options." Félix grinned. He wondered if Henri was unsure of what to do. There's always a lot to do with unpacking. Thankfully the crown prince doesn't have to go to class till tomorrow anyways. Perhaps he can turn him to a direction. Just a light suggestion maybe.

Glancing over at the pile of bags and trunks, he noticed there were some drawers and a wardrobe closet. "Why don't you take some of the things I'm setting out, then organize them into drawers over there?" He suggested then gave an assuring smile. "You can do it…It's easy."

Henri watched Félix take his discarded sweater vest and fold it. His mouth was agape until he realized and closed his mouth. He hadn't been expecting that. Then again, how else was his room clean at home. Someone else always did it for him.
It wasn't that he was ungrateful or rude. On the contrary, he was always quite nice ti the staff. Bit he had little care in the world, or at least, he used too and now it was a stuck habit. Habit to just throw his things about. He never had a reason to care. Someone else was always picking it up for him.
"Oh, um, sure," Henri stuttered, stuttered. He was a prince. The heir at that. He did not stutter and yet he did. This was all out of his element.
Henri stride to one of his trunks and opened it. There was clothes inside. Enough, he hoped, for at least the semester. Following instruction, he began to pull things out, organizing them in pikes. If it could be called organized. It was really all over the place and he had crumpled several of the already folded clothes. It was a mess really. He wasn't purposely doing it, he just wasn't good with these things.
He had never felt insecure or incompetent before when it came to anything really, but he did then. He felt useless. Part of him was cursing his parents for not forcing him to clean up after himself. They had suggested it, heavily implied, but never forced him to do it. He was a stubborn boy who didn't like to do as he was told.