Chapter 35

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The first thing Pine Tree did in the morning was shower, love shimmering in his chest, a lingering sensation from waking in Bill's arms and receiving more affection than he could ever have hoped for. His cheeks were flushed pink from remembrance by the time he was dressed in clean clothes, hair damp as he returned to their bedroom. "Bill, I'm done," he beamed. "I feel much better."

"Great!" The blond turned to look at him from the bed. "We can do whatever you want. Maybe we can go to the library or the penthouse. Which, by the way, I switched the couch out in that room. Oh, are you hungry at all?" the demon asked sweetly. After the incident yesterday, all Bill wanted to do was have some fun with his prince and spoil him.

Pine Tree laughed, shaking his head as he joined the former triangle, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Stop being so nice," he grinned, hugging Bill. "It's not like you." Despite his protesting words, the boy's stomach was fluttering with glee. He reached up for another kiss, already starting to drown in bliss.

Bill chuckled softly and returned the affection, his cheeks burning brightly. He wrapped his arms around Pine Tree, pulling him flush against him. "What do you want to do, though?" the dream demon asked near breathlessly from their kissing.

Kiss you, was his automatic response, eyes shining with passion, a heated, red tint to his skin. His tongue came to lick at his lips, thoughts hazy and comfortable. There were things to do, though. He just wasn't in the mood to remember them. But the amazing weights around him prompted one thing: "How are you feeling? Your leg's healed . . . but . . ."

Bill shook his head a bit, grinning happily. He almost felt like he was floating. The blond couldn't remember when he had felt so cheerful, light and carefree before. "Aww, someone's worried about me!" Bill teased. "I'm fine. Weirdmageddon is a magical time." The demon leaned forward to give more kisses.

Pine Tree received each of them gladly, unable to process anything at that point besides Bill's touch. He leaned into the male. His lips were so soft and warm and perfect and he just wanted to kiss them all day. Pine Tree's smile was definitely permanent. That's . . . great because . . . I . . . love . . . you, he attempted to get his emotions across while memorizing the wonderful feeling of Bill's mouth on his. I am in . . . . love with you . . . so much.

Bill hummed quietly, and against his will, his heart beat faster. Cheeks dusted with an evident blush and those words filled his body with heat. I'm finally able to understand . . . And he was. He understood human emotions, finding that they were the complete opposite of what he originally thought. His hands found anchor on Pine Tree's waist as he kissed harder, sparked with more passion. I love you too, Pine Tree.

The brunet broke quickly with that, the most powerful attraction he'd ever felt running rampant in his veins, fire and perfection and — Pine Tree involuntary keened, a sound unlike the low hums that usually accompanied the sugary shows of adoration but full of indulgence and need. It should have embarrassed him, but he really didn't care, instead trying to match the intensity of the kiss, in no way wanting to stop. Even he didn't know kissing Bill could feel that good. He practically molded himself to the dream demon's form, blushing the brightest his body would let him. He thought he could even taste . . . Pine Tree whimpered again, quieter that time.

The noises from his Pine Tree were beautiful and perfect in every form. Just perfect. Bill felt his heart clench with an onslaught of desire and attraction. Unknowingly, his hands gripped onto the boy harder, but fortunately Bill wasn't hurting him. Feeling a rush of electricity and affection flow through him, the king kept kissing his prince, never wanting to stop. He wouldn't admit it, but the feeling was addicting, and with each kiss he felt closer to Pine Tree. Was this what love really was? Was it supposed to be this unimaginable feeling that was spreading from head to toe? He supposed there was no way to tell, but whatever the feeling was, he loved it.

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