Still in the throne room...

Lucas now had his back pressed to the wall.

No, he wasn't being threatened. Instead, he was serving both as a cushion and a support for his friend.

The king had Benard lifted against him with the brunet's back pressed against Lucas' now-bare chest. And the spear user had wrapped his arms around his friend's gut, not exerting much pressure.

Benard rested his head on his friend's left shoulder, face flushed, eyes sagging, suggestive sounds spilling from his lips repeatedly.

The king had his hands hooked under the warrior's splayed and arched knees. And his palms were supporting the brunet's hips while his own hips...