Adrien opened up the door to his room to leave only to pause. Leaning against the opposite wall out in the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest was Prince Mikyle.

"Wh-why are you here?" Adrien felt confused to find the second prince loitering casually in the boys’ dormitory. As far as he was aware, the prince wasn’t living on Academy grounds since the royal palace wasn’t all that far away. He even remembered seeing Prince Mikyle board the same carriage as the Crown Princess Consort a few times.

Prince Mikyle’s perfectly sculpted lips lifted up in the corners. The amused look in his eyes matched the smirk he was now sporting. "Hmm? Why can’t I be here, Kitten?"

"Ki-kitten?" Adrien stuttered. He felt himself turn warm as embarrassment flushed through at hearing the strange endearment. That was the second time he had heard the prince refer to him in that manner.

Prince Mikyle pushed himself off against the wall. His lips curved into a smirk. "Yes. Kitten. You look just like a yellow kitten." He came closer to Adrien until he was towering over him. The smirk deepened as he leaned down, bringing his face close to Adrien’s. "And I’m here because I’m your new neighbor."

Neighbor? What does he mean by– Adrien’s thoughts tumbled to a stop as he remembered the scene he had come across just the day before.

When he had reached his floor after returning to the dormitory after his last class, he had found a bunch of the dormitory staff standing in the hallway. The door to the room closest to his’ had been open and various crates and luggage bags were being carried into the room.

He vaguely remembered wondering if someone had moved into the empty dorm room, but a prince? Who would have suspected that a prince would have decided to leave the comforts of their palace just to live in a fairly decent size room with communal showers?

Prince Mikyle straightened up, leaning away from him. "We’ll be seeing each other often, and this time, there’s no escaping from me, Kitten."

Adrien bolted awake. He felt dazed and confused when he realized it had only been a dream. The dream had felt real, almost as if it were a forgotten memory.

Everything felt so real, even my thoughts and feelings. But just like the last dream that had been this vivid, events unfolded differently.

Adrien was laying on his back on the soft bed. He shifted through the two dreams he had had ever since unlocking his powers. They had felt real, as real as the memories he had received on the day he had transmigrated into this world.

But they’re not memories. They can’t be. The original Adrien never had the chance to go to Tris Academy.

The weight around his waist shifted, pulling him closer to its owner. Adrien’s eyes drifted over to find Mikyle still asleep beside him, his form completely bare of any clothing.

I wonder if those dreams are a glimpse of the future that would have happened if I hadn’t transmigrated into Adrien’s body.

His mood turned melancholy at that thought. It was hard for him to not be troubled by that thought. The Mikyle in his dreams had still shown an interest in Adrien which made him feel bitter on the inside.

No. I need to stop. They’re just dreams. I’m the one Mikyle is dating. I am the one that is here living this life. I feel sad that the original Adrien died without anyone knowing, but that isn’t something I can change. I’ll only make myself feel bad by having these strange thoughts.

Adrien pushed away all the pesky thoughts that were swirling around in his head with a hard shove. After taking a few calming breaths, he rolled over until he laid on his side.

And winced.

The movement had caused a spike of pain to shoot through his lower back, causing his hips and everything else in that area to hurt.

Ugh!

Adrien groaned in pain, completely forgetting about his earlier thoughts and worries as pain coursed through his aching body.

Mikyle healed me, so why did I still hurt so much? Then the memory of their activities flooded him, instantly turning him red from embarrassment.

After Mikyle had caught his mind wandering while they were doing it in the bath, he carried Adrien over to the nearby wall, pinning him between it and Mikyle’s hard body.

The sex had been different. Mikyle had been relentless in taking him, keeping up a fast and not-so-gentle pace as he ruthlessly struck against Adrien’s sweet spot with every single thrust.

"Ugh," Adrien groaned aloud as he felt his lower half stirring at the memory.

The arm around his waist tightened its grip. Adrien looked up to find Mikyle stirring awake. The sun bleeding in through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a soft, golden glow on the hard, defined lines of Mikyle’s face, highlighting his exposed jawline and cheekbone.

"Hmm?" Mikyle’s eyes opened slowly, sleep still drifting within them as they regained their focus. "You’re awake? How are you feeling?"

The smile that was slowly spreading across Adrien’s face faltered before rapidly turning into a grimace. "I’ve felt better."

"Hmm." Mikyle’s hand, which was positioned near Adrien’s lower back, began to rub circles into it. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it that far. Maybe a long soak in the tub will help."

Adrien narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Alone. I can’t trust you with me while we’re in there." Nor can I trust myself. As embarrassing as it was to hear all those sounds echoing around us, it had probably been the best sex yet. . .even the part where I was pinned against the wall. Actually, I might want to that aga– Adrien’s body stiffened and he suppressed the raging blush that wanted to spread when he realized where his thoughts were heading towards.

Mikyle chuckled lightly before pressing a kiss onto Adrien’s forehead. "You can soak alone. Take all the time you need. You deserve it after keeping up with me." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

And the blush could no longer be contained. Adrien brought a hand up and smacked Mikyle’s firm pectoral muscle since that was the unfortunate part of Mikyle’s body that was in Adrien’s line of sight and within his reach.

Mikyle burst into laughter. His eyes curved up into crescents, drawing Adrien’s gaze to them. When his laughter had quieted to some degree, Mikyle peppered Adrien’s face with light kisses.

Adrien freed the arm that he had been laying on and pressed it against Mikyle’s chest when he started to feel something hard poking against him. "Mikyle." His voice was stern and eyes narrowed as they took in Mikyle’s smiling face.

Mikyle removed his arm, releasing Adrien. "Go. Go soak. I’ll just be in here taking care of my problem while thinking of you."

That had Adrien jerking up into a sitting position, uncaring of the pain that shot through him at the sudden movement. "Mikyle!" The blush that covered his face and neck was probably the deepest one yet.

"What?" Mikyle asked playfully. "I merely just stated the truth."

Adrien smacked him once again before climbing out of the ridiculously large bed. Before making a beeline to the bathing room, he grabbed one of the books that the Queen Regent had lent him.

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Mikyle watched as his fiery little kitten left in a mad dash. The door leading to the spacious bathroom slammed shut behind him.

He continued watching, seeing Adrien bending over the tub and filling it up with a new batch of steaming hot water in his mind’s eye. His mind continued to wander, sliding into the previous night. Images of Adrien’s perky ass being in full view as he was bent over the marble inlay played over and over again.

Mikyle’s hand reached down for his aching cock which was already firm and hard. Precum was beading at the tip just from the images of Adrien writhing in pleasure.

Taking his thumb, he rubbed the precum over himself. With a sharp but deft tug, Mikyle slid his hand down then back up. He repeated the motion a few times, his breathing becoming ragged with each stroke.

"Adrien," Mikyle breathed out, his pace becoming faster. His hand squeezed tightly every few strokes.

He hadn’t meant to take things as far as he had, but he had become irked when he noticed Adrien’s mind wandering halfway through. He understood that Adrien had a lot on his mind, but shouldn’t one’s focus be solely on their partner during such intimate moments?

His pesky ranting came to a halt when a pleasurable shudder ran through his body. His hips jerked, meeting his hand. "Adrien," he breathed out shakily, wishing for nothing more than for his shaft to be deeply embedded into Adrien’s tight ass.

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