Still in the throne room...

Lucas now had his back pressed to the wall.

No, he wasn't being threatened. Instead, he was serving both as a cushion and a support for his friend.

The king had Benard lifted against him with the brunet's back pressed against Lucas' now-bare chest. And the spear user had wrapped his arms around his friend's gut, not exerting much pressure.

Benard rested his head on his friend's left shoulder, face flushed, eyes sagging, suggestive sounds spilling from his lips ...