Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

From king of the pile, he is usurped and tossed underneath the silver who takes him by surprise. Certainly Kratos had his guard down, but not enough to be thrown so easily. Zephyr has been listening in on his lessons. He’s growing stronger. Part of him worries about his needs as a guard, but the other finds it overwhelmingly attractive.
A panted breath parts his lips that still curve in that weird grin. A teasing kiss pressed to his nose, and a forearm snakes upward, pressing upon Zephyr’s chest, before it creeps lower. In one motion, Kratos flips them.
Well?