"Thank you." Sam's smile was softer, more genuine. T'Challa didn't have to do all this for him, after all, not when there was no love lost between him and the wolves. It wasn't the same as being able to run outside, but it was far more than he'd expected the king to offer him.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to press his lips against T'Challa's. It was a hungry kiss, one that held more than a little bit of the instincts he tried to keep suppressed - but T'Challa had to know he'd dragged those instincts to the forefront with the teasing he'd done.