Heinz's breath caught in his throat at the sound of that whisper—yes. Such a simple word, barely audible, yet it shattered every ounce of restraint he had left.
His hands moved before he could think, gripping Florian's waist and pulling him upright, forcing him to straddle Heinz's lap.
Florian gasped, his wide, tear-filled eyes locking onto Heinz's with a mix of shock and something darker, something hungry.
"Y-Your Majesty?" Florian stammered, his voice trembling.
Heinz growled, low and deep, his fingers tightening on Florian's hips. "I said call me Heinz," he commanded, his voice rough with need.
He brought his hand up to Florian's face, holding two fingers in front of his lips. "Open your mouth."
Florian hesitated for the briefest moment, his lips parting slightly as if unsure.
