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Oh, so you dare to forget about us? It's been far too long since we were allowed to appreciate the world outside; relocating to this place is no excuse. Have you no idea of how lonely we have been? Do you wish to kill us?

We thought not.

Therefore, we decree:

ALL THE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN AND MEN OF DEAR MUN, REPORT TO OUR ROYAL HAREM!

Clothes optional, naturally.

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[He's just as open as with the first kiss.]

[Then he'll just tip Ion back a bit and lean over him.]

[He rests one hand on Emir's chest gently but with no intent to stop him or anything.]

[Smiling, Majid takes that hand in his own before stealing another kiss - this time on Ion's neck.]

[on's breath catches and he tilts his head so he can keep going if he likes.]

[Hmm, maybe a kiss on the collarbone, then?]

[That's also welcome and Ion shivers,]

[Hmm, how do one open these clothes? Pardon the prince as he explores.]

[They don't open, he just has to pull them over the replica's head. Ion only has the robe, his tights, gloves, and the tuning fork-shaped necklace.]

[Guess what? He's doing exactly that.]

[Even while this does nothing to kill his blush, he does at least raise his arms so it can be done.]

[Oh look, a chest! It obviously needs to be kissed.]

[And that kissmakes him shiver again.]

You are so responsive... we love it.

[Stroking his hands over Ion's chest, Majid's long hair keep them in a nice little cave of emerald.]

We adore you, Ion.

I-I'm glad you approve.

[He'll just lean up a bit to nuzzle the prince's neck.]

I think I'll feel the same soon.

[Smiling at this, Majid leans over Ion again and kisses him, gently guiding him to open his mouth a bit more so his tongue could explore.]

[He submits to this, though he does shyly brush his tongue against Emir's.]

[Shy kisses are some of the best kisses, in the prince's mind. Deepening this one a bit more, he shrugs out of his top robes.]

[Shy kisses are what he does best at first. Hebrushes his fingers down Emir's chest, curious.]

[Majid gently guides Ion's hand away from the odd scars on his chest, leaning down to kiss the green-eyed Fon Master's nipple.]

[Gasping and pressing into the contact a bit, he looks down to watch him.]

Do you like that?

[He nods.]

Yes. No one has done that before.

Oh? Such a pity... you are so lovely.

[Majid smiles, leaning down once more to kiss the other.]

[His breath hitches.]

I think it's a difference in preference.