CHAPTER 434: ’FULL NAME.’

"I died on my birthday," Florian said quietly.

His voice was calm, almost too calm—but his hands trembled slightly where they rested against Heinz’s chest.

The small shake in his fingers betrayed the weight of the truth he had just spoken.

"It was an accident. I was on my way back to my house..."

’He died?’ Heinz’s crimson eyes searched Florian’s face. ’He...was already dead?’

That must have been what the original Florian meant.

"There are still things about him you don’t know."

This Florian... wasn’t from this world. Just a soul drifting, borrowed, placed into the body of a prince long gone.

’He has no body of his own. Not anymore...’

"You’re probably wondering why I still want to go back," Florian murmured, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "Why I talk as if going back to my life is even possible."

And again—again—Heinz felt that same pain stab through his chest. A strange, twisting ache he couldn’t name.

He didn’t want to hear Florian talk about leaving again.

He refused to hear it.

"I was hoping that... since the god here is, well, a god..." Florian’s gaze dropped to his lap. "He turned back time for you, Your Majesty. He placed my soul in Florian’s body. I was hoping... maybe he could revive me. The real me."

He swallowed, voice cracking. "Or the next best thing. Maybe put my soul into someone who had just died, someone who didn’t want their life anymore. Anything... I just want to go home. My sister needs me."

Those last words hit Heinz the hardest.

It was in his voice—the desperation. The ache. The longing that bled through every word.

Florian missed someone. Deeply.

And Heinz hated that it wasn’t him.

He wanted to be selfish. He wanted to say no.

He wanted to keep Florian here.

But then... he felt guilt.

He had been the one to tie this soul here, hadn’t he? Even without meaning to.

"Like I said before... I will see what I can do." Heinz finally said, though the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

He raised a hand to gently cup Florian’s cheek, catching him off guard.

Florian’s eyes widened—still startled by such a simple touch.

’Even though he’s sitting in my lap... he still flinches. He still isn’t used to me.’ Heinz noted, both frustrated and enchanted.

He pulled Florian closer, slowly, deliberately.

His lips brushed against Florian’s neck—light at first, then deeper. There were still faint red marks scattered across his pale skin, but it wasn’t enough. Not to Heinz.

He wanted more.

He wanted to mark him everywhere. Every inch.

He could feel Florian relax slightly, feel the warmth of his body, the way it responded.

And Heinz’s self-control—already frayed—began to splinter.

Florian gasped. "Y-Your Majesty?"

He gripped Heinz’s shoulders instinctively.

"Mhm?" Heinz murmured, lips ghosting over the soft skin of his neck. "What’s wrong?"

His voice dipped lower, dark and dangerous, as he gently nibbled at Florian’s neck.

"U-Uhm... are... we... are we—"

Heinz chuckled softly. "Depends. Do you feel better now? Or are you still grieving?"

Florian let out a soft, surprised moan when Heinz nipped a particularly sensitive spot. His hips bucked involuntarily.

"Oh? You’re moving?" Heinz smirked. "Do I have my answer?"

Florian’s entire face flushed bright red. "I-I... I didn’t mean to—"

’Adorable,’ Heinz thought, biting his lip to hold back a groan.

He placed both hands on Florian’s waist, then slid them down, gripping his ass firmly and pulling him closer.

A needy grunt escaped Heinz as he bit into Florian’s neck—not enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave another mark.

"Ah!" Florian moaned, his voice trembling. "Y-Your Majesty..." he whimpered, trembling under the weight of emotion, sensation, and something he wasn’t sure he was ready to name

Heinz’s hands tightened around Florian’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of his shirt before slipping beneath it.

The warmth of Florian’s skin against his palms sent a shiver of possessive pleasure through him.

’God, his waist.’

Heinz had fantasized about this—about tracing those perfect curves, about feeling the way Florian’s body moved under his touch. And now he could.

Now he did. His hands slid further up, brushing against the sensitive skin of Florian’s sides, and he felt the younger man tremble in response.

"Florian," Heinz murmured, his voice low and rough with want. His lips brushed against Florian’s neck again, hot and insistent, as he breathed in the scent of him. "I want you. All of you."

Florian’s breath hitched, his hands gripping Heinz’s shoulders tighter. "H-Heinz..." he stammered, his voice trembling just as much as his body. "I... I don’t..."

But Heinz didn’t let him finish. He captured Florian’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, silencing any hesitation or doubt. His tongue slid against Florian’s, claiming him, devouring him.

And Florian—God, Florian melted into it. Heinz could feel it, the way his body relaxed, the way his lips moved hesitantly at first, then more boldly, like he was giving in to something he hadn’t even realized he wanted.

’He’s mine,’ Heinz thought fiercely, his hands roaming over Florian’s torso, tracing every inch of skin they could reach.

He pulled back just enough to gaze into Florian’s eyes—those wide, beautiful eyes that were filled with a mix of confusion and desire.

Heinz smirked, his thumbs brushing over Florian’s nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. "It’s good to finally know more about you," he said, his voice dark and teasing. "To know who you really are."

It made him feel closer to the prince.

Florian gasped softly, his body arching into Heinz’s touch instinctively. "H-Heinz..." he moaned, his voice breaking on the name.

Heinz didn’t wait for more. He leaned down again, capturing Florian’s lips in another searing kiss as his hands slipped under his shirt completely, pushing the fabric up and out of the way.

His thumbs circled Florian’s nipples, teasing them until they were hard and sensitive under his touch. Then he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Florian’s neck, across his collarbone, and finally... finally... he took one of the hardened peaks into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Florian jolted, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping his lips. "Ah! Heinz!" His hands flew to Heinz’s shoulders, gripping tightly as his body writhed under the sensation.

Heinz pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Florian’s damp skin. "Do you like that?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Florian hesitated for a moment, his face flushed bright red, but then he nodded shyly. "Y-Yes..." he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

That was all Heinz needed. He smirked before leaning down again, repeating the action but with more intensity, more pressure.

Florian’s moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure that made Heinz’s member throb with need.

Every sound, every tremor of Florian’s body only fueled his desire—his need to claim, to possess, to make sure Florian would never think of leaving him.

One of Heinz’s hands trailed lower, brushing over Florian’s stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed and quivered under his touch.

He gripped the waistband of Florian’s pants, hesitating for just a moment before sliding his hand beneath it, cupping the curve of Florian’s ass firmly.

Florian gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as Heinz’s fingers traced the sensitive skin there, teasingly close to where he knew Florian was most vulnerable.

"P-Please..." Florian whimpered, his voice trembling with need. "Don’t tease me..."

But Heinz couldn’t help himself. He loved the way Florian sounded—so desperate, so his. His fingers traced lower, brushing against the tight ring of muscle that made Florian shudder and gasp.

"Tell me," Heinz murmured against Florian’s chest, his lips grazing over the other nipple now. "Do you know my full name?"

Florian blinked, confusion flickering across his face even as his body continued to writhe under Heinz’s touch. "W-What?"