25- Charilaus

Charilaus Diamandis could barely feel blood rush through his leg anymore and bent down to look at the male's head on his lap as he stopped raking his hand through his hair and said, "Cleon."

The man made a soft grumble as he moved a bit, trying to be more comfortable while Charilaus smiled, a rare ever sight and continued untangling the curly balls on Cleon's head. "You should go to the bed now."

Cleon seemed to make a sound of disapproval as Charilaus added, "My leg hurts."

It was a lie, well, a white one but he knew that it would get Cleon's attention which he did as the male raised his sleepy eyes to stare at his Master, "Oh. Forgive me."

Charilaus watched him rise up, adjusting his chiton as he looked back at the gold haired man and added with a now awake voice. "Are you coming to bed?"

"I still have -," Charilaus waved a hand around the table filled with scrolls on his desk. "Some things to do."

"I know," Cleon began to rub his eyes with his palm. "I think I should stay and -"

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