Words had been on the tip of his tongue and they are swallowed as Lothar presses in harsher, it makes his worries give him a wider berth and breath catch. Wonderful, he thinks, Lothar had a talented mouth. He pushes away from the kiss to pant open mouthed for a few seconds. His tongue draws a line over his bottom lip and his eyes shut for a few seconds to enjoy the kneading of his knotted muscles.

Llane eventually tilted his head back once more, staring up at Anduin for a second before he laughs and allows himself to fall flat on the bed. He hits the mattress with a few bounces and carefully lifted himself onto his elbows.

"You're over dressed," Llane tells him, hooking a foot behind one of his friends knee, "I don't think you can take care of me in full leathers, Anduin." He's teasing, of course he is, but he is also honest. He felt underdressed with thr luxurious fabrics he usually wore discarded and the weight of his crown not atop his head, but he knows he truly has no reason to feel that way.

Lothar never truly saw just those things, the fact that he was king never mattered to him and he had always been an equal to him. Maybe an equal that made the other want to tear his hair out at some points, but still just that.