MILORD

"Please lay down." Yuri pleadingly states as he helps a smirking Ramses to lay back in bed.

"You are so special." Ramses mumbles for Yuri to hear.

Yuri flushed at Ramses words, then mumbled; "Get some rest, I will try to get myself busy with something around the manor." Yuri mumbles, looking down at his feet as he fidgets with his fingers, his cheeks bright red.

"No." Ramses softly growls in disapproval, then grabs Yuri's hand to pull him towards himself. Yuri fell on Ramses' chest with a whine but succumbed when he felt those pleasant electricity sap through his veins.

"Stay here," Ramses grumbles with his arms firmly holding Yuri in place.

"I-I am not comfortable." Yuri stutters, turning beet red as he squirms atop Ramses. He cannot lie, he had wanted Ramses to invite him to the bed.

"You are not comfortable with me holding you?" Ramses asks Yuri's eyes widen when he hears Ramses's words and reads the aura of his mate; it is a negative one.