Third Person
Prince Rain crawled backwards. He knew that scent better than anyone.
"Stay away, Kelvin," he warned, but his body was too weak. He could only crawl toward the bedboard.
"Rain... my little Rain." Kelvin licked his lips, his eyes darkening at the sight of Rain's vulnerability.
"Don't touch me," Rain cried.
"You say another, and yet your body begs for my touch."
Kelvin leaned forward and grabbed Rain's legs, pulling him forward.
"I... will kill you," Rain vowed, but the words came out slurred and more like a moan.
"Yes... tell me how you want to kill me."
Kelvin's hands trailed from Rain's legs upward toward his cock. Every touch, scent, and tingling sensation ran down his spine.
Rain's eyes shut. He bit down on his lips; blood flowed from the corners of his mouth as he tried hard to stay focused.
"You're almost... dripping wet for me, Rain."
Kelvin reached and stroked his cock.
