How could Matts ever resist John's princely charms? His very presence was basked in an aura of divinity that could only be described as magnetic, and when Matts felt his touch for the first time it was like meeting an old friend. Those eyes were welcoming as they pulsed vivid red; Matts' eyes beginning to mirror that same passionate hue with hearts of infatuation beating for his prince. As he felt John's cape wrap around him possessively, there was only a feeling of loyalty and safety. He simply wanted to obey and make his prince happy. What more could a devoted thrall need?

Stunning piece starring and by my friend  KaijuBlue