[ Hums of approval leave Narciso's lips once Clint's kisses hit his jaw, neck, and cheek. What a delightful Adopted this man is. Truly a keeper, if he has a say on it, which he absolutely does as the King of all Faerie. The teeth to his earlobe earns a soft moan from Narciso, greatly pleased by the increasingly arousing touches. ]

My royal duties can wait. I want to take care of you in private all day.

[ It's almost like a command, and it might as well be, given how his charm increases a notch higher, making sure he has Clint in his grasp and no one else's. Making certain that all this man will ever think about while he's with him are butterflies fluttering about from flower to flower as he maps out Clint's naked skin, every ridge, every curve, familiarizing himself with every scar, every dip. ] Enjoy you in every possible way in my chambers. Weave my fingers in your hair as much as I want.

[ Those fingers tug and soothe as Narciso presses more kisses on Clint's cheek. His lips tug up into a smirk. ] I know you will be good. As a reward, I will allow you to kiss your King as much as you want. Would you like that?