[Where his mind would usually be thick with heavy thoughts of his brother and his duty and his position, there's nothing but the calming hush of Yuuri's voice, and the need Conrad has to fulfill whatever is asked of him. A need that consumes him until nothing else in all the worlds could possibly stop him from doing just that.]
[His lips brush over Yuuri's, soft and easy. Natural as breathing. Without breaking contact Conrad tilts his head so they'll fit together more readily. Conrad's kiss is accepting, but there's only so much he can deny the flood of need that's suddenly so near the surface that he's surprised it can be contained at all. His fingers rub the back of Yuuri's neck as his lips part, coaxing. Pleading.]