<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/FengBao.jpg)</div><br/>Feng hesitated for a moment, remembering that they were not in private. There were still people talking, moving, watching. His little coughing fit had brought even more attention onto the three of them. The audience gave him pause - he wasn't affectionate to anyone let alone be one for giving kisses in public. But the emperor seemed happy enough with the venue and Feng wasn't going to shy from it.<br/><br/>He lifted his chin a little and smiled to himself as he stepped closer to the throne. He put his goblet down on the small table and leaned over Tai and Ethan, the slave's slender shoulder pressing into his ribs slightly as he leaned closer, meeting the Emperor's gaze then flicking to Ethan's, then back again. "Why do I feel like there's a conspiracy here?" he murmured, amused, low enough so that there would be no eavesdroppers. He shook his head slightly and closed the last few inches between his lips and Tai's.<br/><br/>Feng's mouth was warm and firm for a moment, his dark eyes showing shards of amber when they were viewed so closely. A moment later and his lips softened and moved, nuzzling and growing more eager, his tongue darting out, tracing the other man's lips. It was a nervous kiss at first, but Feng was not quick to draw back, feeding on the Emperor's upturned mouth as if he was tasting a sweet delicacy after only eating gruel for months. Years.