"No more important skill to me," he points out with a quick grin, one that slowly turns into a moan as Alejandro starts kissing and biting his way down to the shoulder.

Alejandro looks so lived in, so solid and real. His hands find the marks and scars and runs over them with a strange mix of emotions: flashes of anger, at whoever might have harmed him. Thankfulness, that he's survived them. And something else, a sort of appreciation and admiration, mixed in one, for all that Alejandro has survived. When he can, he leans in to kiss the mark on the other man's shoulder, turning his head to start kissing Alejandro in return.

If he hadn't known his king...

If he hadn't found him...

He doesn't even want to think about it right now. There are pants to remove.