The young knight shrugged, flicking his hair out of his eyes before he laughed softly.
” —— Of course you don’t, Achilles.”
It was a weird feeling, half grateful and half — disappointed? And he didn’t understand why. For a moment he remained silent, cupping his hands together in his lap. “You’ll find her, one day, I have no doubt.”
Achilles smiled at him, a hand coming out to touch at the other’s hair,
'Yes, perhaps, I shall, but until then I shall content myself with your lovely company and your beautiful face, hm.’ His smile turned to a grin and his hand moved to the back of the other’s neck, pulling him in to kiss his forehead.
Achilles was very fond of Mordred, the older man was handsome and he was smart, strong, all the things that Achilles wanted to be, wanted to have. He was a prince, why would he not have as he wished, why would he not have what he wanted to have? He let his hand linger on the other’s skin for a moment before he dropped it. Thoughts were affecting him and he felt his cock harden slightly in his trousers, so he crossed his legs and shrugged.
'I am fine with you.’