When Mircea took a step back, Zak was able to take in his friend's full… apparel. He had never seen Mircea so snatched before. The man was always wearing bulky armor that covered his surprisingly voluptuous curves. Zak forgot what he was going to say, and caught himself staring. He observed the tightly bound corset and the lack of space that Mircea’s pants had. His gaze lingered for a bit, and he wanted to correct himself- truly, he did… but he decided against it.
Zak pulled his eyes from Mircea’s body and brought them up to meet Mir's when he felt air where a wine bottle should’ve been. “I-“ Before he could explain himself, Mircea whipped around, bitch slapping Zak with his endless curls of hair. For a moment, he stood there in shock. A multitude of things just happened that were worthy of Zak having to register emotions.
He watched Mircea leave the room, and took notice of his friend's struggle with the lacing on their corset. Zak instinctively started to walk toward Mircea, placing his hand on the shoulder of one of the maids that were rushing to help Mircea with their corset. The maid flinched and came to a halt.
“The bath needs prepping,” Zak patted the maid’s shoulder, dismissing her.
“B-but the bath is finished, your Royal Highness..”
“The bath needs prepping.” Zak didn’t even spare the girl a glance before making a beeline to Mircea.
Once beside his friend, he snatched the bottle from the desk and took a generous sip before putting it back.
“Hold still I got this.” With those confident words, Zak grabbed up the threads that were laced and entwined on the back of Mircea’s corset. "Don't worry I'll be gentle," Zak teased, making this way too sensual for any normal human being to not feel awkward.
Zak paused. And for a moment, he pondered taking the entire thing off.
Given the height difference, Zak had to hunch over to reach the corset and accurately decide how to handle the lacing. He was close enough to Mircea to the point where he had to shove Mircea’s hair over their shoulder, so as to not let it tickle his forehead when he was concentrating.
First, he undid the messy knots and then pulled the thread together, tightening the corset. He was a professional at tying corsets- don’t ask why. Zak placed one of his hands on Mir’s upper hip, steadying Mircea before giving the corset another tug to make it nice and snug. Now, he didn’t really need to handle Mir’s hip in order to steady him, but he wouldn’t give that minor detail away.
“I know you took one of my spiced chocolates, you greedy shit.” Zak tried to toss in some small talk by blatantly accusing Mir without any evidence. I don’t need evidence. Mir always steals my chocolates.
“It’s not like you need sweets when you’ve already got so much cake,”
And with that, Zak finished tying the corset and removed his hand from Mir's hip, proud of his work.
Leaning back, he took in the full view, tapping his chin with his index finger approvingly.
Now amused with himself, he revealed a magnetic smirk. “Lord Rosenburg in a corset. I hope this becomes a trend.”
Zak made his way to the cup of wine that lay beside the bottle and took another sip, cocking his hip to the side as he maintained eye contact with Mircea. Another entertaining thought entered his one-tract mind.
“Since I got the privilege of practically putting on your corset, does that mean I’ll be given the honors of taking it off?” Zacharius was having too much fun now.
He wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon until he heard an angry, bellowing voice echo down the corridors and into his room. That was the defining moment where he was brought back to reality. His father getting pissed off at arranging flowers was the biggest turnoff. Zak cleared his throat, breaking his gaze as he turned around.
Winter 
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Clear Moon: 
