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Ah, so Prince Charming wasn't completely alone in this world. That was good. Zamael began to smile, but the expression faded into muted shock as the boy first kissed him on the cheek, then nipped at his neck and darted away. A flirt. A coquette.

There was a burning desire in Zamael's belly that swelled up fast, almost dizzying in its intensity. He didn't know whether he wanted to take or be taken; all he knew was that he wanted the golden man, and he knew he could have him, too. It was too much, and his toes curled into the ground as he struggled for patience, finally breaking into a watery grin.

"Aw, dude, I'm flattered," he responded in a tone that could have been considered coy, were it not for the hurt that simmered just beneath the surface. "I'm damaged goods, man. You're way too fucking cute to play with someone like me." It felt like he was trying to swallow rocks.