Then again, just as the Imperial Prince felt as if he were witnessing something straight out of a forbidden fantasy, one other Imperial was simply trying to behave to the best of his ability.

The inexplicable excitement.

The rush of enticing energy that surged into his body.

The breathless sounds and the whispers of his name.

The feel of his hand and lips around his husband’s pulsating member—all of those made Luca lean in further to take more.

But actually, if he were asked to pick just one thing—

It’d have to be his husband’s eyes.

Because really, who wouldn’t be captivated by those azure eyes?

Unlike the red he’d seen the first time he’d done this, what he now saw tracking his every move were those very eyes he adored.

Normally unwavering and pointed, his husband’s eyes usually radiated absolute control. But the way those same eyes looked at him now—as if there was nothing else in the world worth seeing—sent a shiver down his spine.

It made him want to try just a little harder.

Luca moved with an earnest, focused intensity, his lips creating a soft, wet seal as he drew the Prince deeper.

He was clumsy, still learning the landscape of his husband’s body, but his rhythm was devoted and unhurried.

It was interesting—just when he thought he had already grasped so much from studying his husband to improve the mecha piloting suits, moments like this reminded him that there was still so much more left to discover.

Like the most sensitive and responsive parts of his husband’s body.

So every time he swirled his tongue around the sensitive crown or dared to take him a fraction deeper, the curious fox tilted his head back, his own golden eyes searching for those azure orbs to see the direct result of his work.

Watching Xavier was like a revelation.

And Luca found himself drinking in the sight, taking a primal sort of pleasure in the way he could command his husband’s every reaction with just a shift of his jaw.

As he experimented, dragging his tongue slowly along the underside before sucking back with a sudden, firm pressure, he watched Xavier’s expression fracture entirely.

The Prince’s pupils were blown so wide they nearly swallowed the blue, his eyelids drooping with a heavy, languid heat. That sharp, imperial focus shifted into a dazed, raw hunger the moment Luca’s lips tightened, and all Xavier could do was fight tooth and nail not to cum right then and there.

But it was proving extremely hard, especially when he could see him enjoying every bit of it.

Yes. His wife looked like he was having the time of his life. And which husband wouldn’t feel like they’ve struck a jackpot like that?

It was a scene both incredibly hot and strangely innocent, and Xavier didn’t even know which of the two of them was getting swept up by the other’s arousal.

But the answer to that wouldn’t have mattered to Luca, whose own heart hammered against his ribs. Because in the end, he really wanted this.

His heart raced faster with every caught breath, every low, vibrating hum of approval, and with the way Xavier’s fingers tangled into his hair—not to pull him away, but to hold him right there in the center of the storm.

Oh, and right in the perfect spot for Xavier to see something he didn’t even dare dream of.

In the end, it wasn’t the tremendous improvement in Luca’s skills that finally shattered the Prince’s determination. No.

But it was definitely something equally surprising.

The tension in the room snapped as Luca, still devotedly working with his mouth, reached down into those loose bottoms and wrapped a hand around his own aching arousal.

"!"

Already flushed and restless, he began to stroke himself in a frantic, messy rhythm, trying to match the pace of his mouth.

It was instinctive. Desperate.

And Xavier saw it.

Saw the sight of his wife, eyes teary and golden, pleasuring himself while giving his all to Xavier’s body—and he couldn’t believe it. The sheer, unadulterated visual of it pushed him straight over the edge.

"Fuck..." Xavier muttered a low, broken curse, his body trembling.

He felt the surge coming and tried to gasp out a warning. "Luca, wait... I’m going to... move—"

But instead of heeding the warning, the determined wife didn’t move away.

If anything, he leaned in deeper.

His gaze locked onto Xavier’s as he steeled his resolve. Feeling his husband’s hands on his head, Luca tried to take in every bit he could. It was challenging, intimidating even, but most of all, exciting.

When Xavier finally gave in to pleasure, Luca stayed, swallowing even as his husband’s body shuddered with the force of a powerful release.

"Haa...ha..."

For a second, everything stilled.

Like a momentary pause as the waves of that orgasm settled.

But then Xavier, as if remembering something supremely important, moved with frantic concern.

He leveled himself with his wife, his hands cupping that beautifully flushed face as he inspected him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice rough and breathless.

"Luca, you didn’t have to do that. It could’ve been dangerous, you could’ve choked—"

Xavier fussed over him despite that look of utter satisfaction that had been difficult to hide.

Meanwhile, Luca’s face felt like it would stay reddened for weeks at this point, but even then, his gaze was heavy and wanting as he spoke.

"Because I wanted to," he whispered, his voice sounding raspy but certain despite his current state.

He looked incredibly sensitive, his breath hitching as he tried to say something else.

Xavier looked down as if to check on him, only then realizing why his wife seemed so dazed.

The front of Luca’s bunched-up pajama pants was soaked, and his member was clearly in a state of post-release.

The little fox orgasmed together with him.

"!!!"

Call him unhinged or perverted, but knowing that this was somehow related to the mere sight and sound of Xavier’s pleasure, touched something else in the wolfish Prince’s psyche.

Xavier went still, one hand coming up to cover his face as his pulse pounded in his ears.

This had to be beyond what a normal person could handle.

How could he not want to ravage him after that?

But the contemplative husband lost even that battle when his wife got to him first.

Luca shifted where he was, and as if dispelling any possible misunderstandings, pulled off his bottoms.

Then, as if he were taking all the oxygen in the room with him, he parted those legs with a slow, inviting deliberation before looking up with the same expression lingering in his eyes.

Finally, with a soft and completely unguarded voice, Luca called, "Husband—"