I've probably written too much angst and hurt/comfort lately. My bad - I'll make it up to you with this. Warning: lime. As always, reviews are love and prompts are accepted, although I can't promise anything. I just write when the mood and inspiration hits.

Yuuri moans – a long, drawn-out sound that makes Conrad want to ravage his king and lover even more than he already is. It has been several years of difficult waiting since Conrad has wanted this, dreamed of it, but he must admit it has been worth the wait; the sight of Yuuri beneath him, wriggling and gasping and mouthing Conrad's name with not a stitch of clothing to cover him, is better than he ever thought it could have been.

He places his fingers to the side of Yuuri's face, cupping it in his palm and steering Yuuri's gaze upward so that they are staring eye to eye. Right on cue, Yuuri's blush intensifies, and Conrad is hard put not to laugh. He masks his amusement by dropping lower to bestow a kiss on lips already swollen from the couple's passion, expertly parting them with a tongue that quickly provokes another very delightful noise from deep in Yuuri's throat. Yuuri, his Yuuri, virtually spread-eagled underneath Conrad's body in a gesture of submissive desire, is intoxicating. It becomes something of a game – how long can Conrad wait before he has to have him, how long can Yuuri hold out before giving himself up completely? Soon – they both know this.

It is just as Conrad is allowing Yuuri to fumble, fingers shaking, to remove the soldier's pants, that the door squeaks open. Neither of the men notice right away, too caught up in their heated actions, but they definitely notice when another decidedly human squeak, this one an odd mixture of embarrassment and somehow gleeful surprise, finally stops them in their tracks.

"Oh! Oh, my…" Doria's face is a picture of red-faced astonishment, and Conrad is dimly amazed that she doesn't drop the plateful of dishes she is holding. He supposes it would be only fitting if she did; this is part of the main castle after all, and in their hunger for one another neither he nor Yuuri had cared enough to get up and lock the door, despite the fact that it is barely afternoon.

Conrad's body moves on its own though, instinct making him shift to cover Yuuri's more… exposed areas before the maid can get too much of an eyeful. Yuuri, meanwhile, looks more embarrassed even than Doria, and for a minute his eyes squeeze shut like he's trying to make himself disappear. Personally, Conrad finds the situation more funny than anything else, but for modesty's sake he makes sure Yuuri's wonderfully naked body is safely behind him before flashing a charming smile in the young woman's direction. It is quite fortunate that Yuuri hadn't gotten to his pants yet.

"Doria, forgive Yuuri's and my current state. I do apologise, we were just-"

"-Oh no, not at all, I didn't mean- I only meant to finish the- please, carry on!" The maid flees the room in a hail of stuttered excuse-me's and prettily bobbing curls – no doubt in a hurry to report to the rest of the serving staff betting pool. Someone (and Conrad suspects it might be Doria herself) is going to have a much heavier purse by tonight.

"Oh god…" Conrad turns to see Yuuri covering his face with a shaky hand. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

"Actually, I don't think this is the first time a Maou and his consort were caught in a compromising situation. Apparently one of the previous Maou's was once spotted in the kitchen with-"

"-I don't want to know!"

Conrad takes pity on him and relents. Teasing Yuuri is fun, but they had definitely been in the middle of something even more enjoyable.

"I think we should lock the door first", Yuuri reminds him a moment later, voice somewhat breathless once more. Conrad only smiles and undertakes to ensure that Yuuri gifts him with that wondrous sound again. It is low and guttural this time, and accompanied by an involuntarily shudder against exploring hands.

The door stays unlocked.

Thankfully, Conrad and Yuuri remain undisturbed for the rest of the day.