Death and the Prince
“Yoochun,” Junsu called, his voice unusually low.
“Come sit beside me.”
He patted the sheets; Yoochun licking his lips seductively. The slender baritone slithered on to the bed, inching his way toward his lover.
“Are you ready for me, Xiah Todt,” he whispered in a deep, husky voice.
“I am always ready for you, my roof top Prince.”
The Prince straddled Death; blonde tresses within his grasp he leaned in and whispered.
“Take my breath away, Xiah Todt.”
Death answered the only way he could, with a deep life stealing kiss…