Gyre leans into the kiss, pushing himself up onto one elbow as Luka puts himself above him. His other hand reaches up to cup his face or hold his neck, but he just can't quite bear touching him just yet. The rush of emotions swirls through him, only beginning to fade once he realizes how deeply Luka is indulging himself with him.

He still doesn't touch his face then, instead sliding his hand down his side and around his hip, grabbing his ass to pull him closer. He's breathless by the time the princess pulls away, his eyes fluttering as he takes in that incredible smile. He ends up helplessly purring as that hand runs through his hair, finally finding his voice again.

"Not a hypocrite," he starts, faltering over himself again. He still doesn't have the right words, so he goes for what he's feeling in the moment. "You are so beautiful, Luka. Today has been... wonderful," he winces slightly. It's not quite right after the whirlwind of the day, and he tries to correct himself, "s-so much better then it could have been, because I got to see you."