[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: The Kitten and His Elf

A question lingered in the mind of a blushing Xion.

Was it his fault that his brain went offline whenever Darius looked at him with those half-lidded eyes? Absolutely not.

This elf was the one to blame for being too attractive, too dangerous... for being too much!

So, the angry kitten turned his head away and huffed. "...Shut up."

Darius chuckled, pressing another kiss to his cheek. "No, my little lord. I won’t shut up."

"Are you planning rebellion against your lord now?" Xion played along.

With his eyes narrowing into what he thought was an intimidating glare, he shot back, "The rebellious ministers should be punished by putting them in jail, you know."

"Ah, is that so?" The Archduke’s smile turned into a smirk.

His hand slid lower, teasingly drawing circles over Xion’s navel, relishing how the soft belly trembled beneath his touch.

"Then lock me up, sweetheart. Better yet," he nudged deliberately between Xion’s thighs, "use this cage to trap me. I won’t even try to get out. Ever."

Shameless.

His outrageous flirting earned him another smack to the chest. This one was harder, and this time Xion didn’t even bother to rub the spot after.

"You... how can you be so..." the healer sputtered, his voice caught somewhere between outrage and mortification.

His ears burned red as he glared daggers at the elf towering over him.

But to Darius, that glare was the equivalent of a kitten baring its teeth. Fierce, yes. But utterly adorable.

What else could the great northern lord do but drown his baby in love?

"So lewd? Shameless? Or horny?" Darius drawled, lowering his head until their noses brushed. "Do you have any idea how terrifying you look right now? Like an angry, fluffy kitten."

"I am not a kitten!" Xion snapped, blue eyes flashing like gemstones.

"Yes, you are," Darius countered smoothly. "My kitten. Mine to tease. Mine to love."

Before Xion could unleash another indignant protest, the Archduke leaned down and peppered his face with kisses.

Over his furrowed brows. The corner of his glaring eyes. The bridge of his nose. His flushed cheeks. The curve of his jaw.

Each kiss was quick and playful, leaving Xion squirming under the ticklish assault until he couldn’t keep a straight face anymore.

Laughter bubbled out of him as he tried to push at Darius’ shoulders in vain.

"Stop! It tickles — ah, Darius!"

"Never," Darius murmured against his cheek, stealing one more kiss at the corner of his mouth. "Your laughter is far too precious to waste."

Xion’s heart thudded wildly in his chest. For a moment, all he could do was stare at him, overwhelmed, flustered, and achingly soft all at once.

Eventually, having had enough of teasing his baby, the Archduke shifted, finally releasing him from the python-like embrace.

He sat up, the sheets falling to reveal the proud lines of his body, covered with hickeys and scratch marks.

He would rather have more of those delicious bites. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Xion, "..." What kind of logic was that?

Yes, there were many things he wanted to tell Darius. But not about their past life. That... it was better left unspoken.

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