Caught in lust

Marcus gazed at Morpheus with desire in his eyes. He wanted him right there, his body ached with need as he tried to fight his need in his body but it only got intense. 

A whiff of Morpheus's scent sent him to the clouds. He couldn't tell his right from his wrong and Morpheus wasn't making things easier either by being so close to him. He pressed Marcus to the wall and further made his desire grow. 

'Get a hold of yourself,' Marcus scolded in his mind. He had all night to get excited but the king needed rest first. But he couldn't help what he wanted.

He licked his dried lips looking greedily at Morpheus's lips. Morpheus noticed the train of his eyes but didn't move away. He held Marcus in place, they were yet to reach the room that the Seat had booked for himself. 

There he would be sure that no one will discover his identity and expose him as the Seat. He was sure that when that happened, they would be in danger.