"S-Sky!" The Young Master let out a stifled, ragged groan as Sky's hand moved in a rhythmic motion.
He gripped Sky's arm with bruising force, his face buried deep into Sky's chest to hide his expression. Sky's heart hammered against their ribs—not out of romance, but pure, unadulterated panic. This was a first for Sky, and of all the people in the world to be the "first," it had to be this overgrown child. A twenty-six years old.
The room felt stiflingly hot. As the Young Master's moans grew louder, Sky felt a traitorous flush creeping up from their neck to their cheeks. The air was thick with an awkward tension that made Sky want to bolt for the door, but the "patient" wasn't letting go.
"Hmm, Ahh, Ah, Ahh!"
Sky increased the pace, silently pleading with the universe for this to end. Finally, the Young Master reached his limit. Sky winced at the sensation of the warm release coating their palm. He had certainly been... "congested."
Immediately after, he slumped forward, wrapping his arms around Sky's waist like a koala. "I'm sleepy," he murmured against Sky's shirt.
"Just sleep, Young Master. I'll clean you up once you're out," Sky replied, voice sounding strained even to their own ears.
Once his breathing leveled out into the steady rhythm of sleep, Sky carefully disentangled from his grip. After adjusting his pillows, Sky bolted for the bathroom, hand held out as if it were carrying a biohazard. The stickiness was a burning reminder of the "medical procedure" just performed.
After scrubbing thoroughly, Sky grabbed a damp face towel and returned to the bedside. He was still out cold. Tsk. Even while he's being a menace, he's infuriatingly handsome, Sky thought, looking down at his peaceful face.
With a deep breath and eyes squeezed shut, Sky reached back into his boxers with the towel. I'm going to get sued for child abuse, Sky fretted internally. But he's technically twenty-six! He's just a child-at-heart! Or a child-at-brain!
Working blindly to preserve what little dignity remained, Sky finished the cleanup and began to edge off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
Sky froze. The voice was clear, alert, and much too close.
"Ah, eh... I-I'm just going to put this towel back," Sky stammered, refusing to make eye contact. The sheer humiliation felt like it might actually be fatal.
Sky tried to make a break for it, but a hand clamped onto their arm. "Don't leeeeaaave meeee," he whined, his lip jutting out in a massive pout.
"Young Master, I'll be right back. Let go."
"Noooo, stay here!" He yanked Sky's arm so hard that Sky's face slammed unceremoniously into the mattress.
"Hurry up! Comb my hair with your hands," he commanded, his tone shifting from pouting child to demanding prince in a heartbeat.
"I should just make you bald" Sky muttered into the sheets.
"What was that?"
"I said you're handsome, but apparently deaf," Sky snapped, sitting up and smoothing out their hair.
He didn't seem to mind the insult. He lunged forward again, reclaiming his spot against Sky's chest. "Sky, sing to me."
"What song do you want?" Sky asked, fingers tentatively running through his soft locks.
"Twinkle, Twinkle."
Sky couldn't help but chuckle. "Of all the songs in the world, why that one?"
He looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Because, obviously, I'm the star and you're the Sky."
The nerve of this guy... he actually knows how to flirt. "You're so cheesy," Sky laughed softly, beginning the lullaby.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star... how I wonder what you are..."
"Sky," he interrupted softly. "Why do you put up with me?"
The sudden shift to a serious question made Sky pause. "Where did that come from, Young Master?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
"Do you want me to leave you?" Sky teased gently.
In a flash, the mood shattered. He bolted up and tackled Sky back onto the bed, pinning them down with a dark, possessive intensity. "Stay here! You can't leave me!"
His grip was like iron; Sky's lungs felt compressed. "Y-yes, I won't leave! Just... let me breathe!"
"Promise? Even if you die?"
"You first," Sky wheezed.
"What?"
"I said, yes, promise! Now get off!"
He finally sat up, looking satisfied. Sky straightened their clothes, gasping for air.
"Good boy," Sky smirked. "I'm going downstairs for a bit now—"
"Stay here with me first."
Before Sky could react, he grabbed Sky's hands and began expertly binding them together using the heavy silk blanket.
"Young Master! What are you doing?!"
He finished the knot with a triumphant smirk. "There. Now you can't escape me."
He lunged back into a hug, squeezing Sky tightly. "Good dog. Just be good and stay by my side."
Sky stared at the ceiling, tied up and trapped. What a total brat.