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　　back in ritrinc, at the center of its capital, stood the sept in which the sixteen-headed beast was worshipped. affectionately called the sand temple, for it was built in grainy sandstone. a much less fatuous construction, no statue of its homed deity could compare to that of the winged beast before solomon. however, within its walls, a breathtaking mosaic that masterfully depicted the holy hydra was grouted. all sixteen heads shaped by the smallest shards of ceramic and glass, all looked down at those who chose to put their faith in their claws. solomon being no exception.

　　"i am, yes." his fascination with the unknown had led him to find solace in the faith of his parents and their parents, trusting the designs of the beast in spite of constantly putting them to question. really, any doubts he had were not regarding the beast's existence, but its form and its intentions. winged or polycephalic, solomon wished he could understand it. often prayed for it to show itself when he was a young boy, a more innocent creature. if he chose to remain faithful, it was due to sheer conviction. "even if just to find confort that we are not trotting through life with nothing to guide us."

　　with a sigh, his eyes drifted back to darius, wondering everything that should be going through his head. after all, the beast before them had given him the duty to rule by birthright, even bringing the time closer than intended. a hand finding moving up, brushing the greying hair at the side of his head. "i did not expect my next visit to be your coronation."

his  father's  political  games  with  the  other  kingdoms  had  placed  darius  in  a  critical  situation,  especially  with  the  young  ritrinc  prince.  there  was  no  doubt  darius  would  have  followed  through,  but  was  it  fair?  had  it  been  right  for  his  father  to  bind  another  to  a  loveless  life?  not  that  darius  thought  he  was  incapable  of  feeling  for  solomon,  but  his  heart  belonged  to  someone  else  &  nothing  the  young  prince  could  have  done  would  have  changed  that.  if  the  former  (almost)  king  of  vissai  had  spent  less  time  speaking  over  the  soon-to-be  king’s  head,  he  might  have  seen  the  error  of  his  ways—but  alas...

darius  was  glad  they  hadn’t  crossed  the  point  of  no  return,  because  the  last  thing  he  ever  wanted  was  to  hurt  him.  he  liked  it  better  this  way—watching  solomon’s  eyes  shine,  silent  awe  on  his  face  at  yet  another  impressive  vissaic  sight.  what  felt  so  normal  to  them  surely  painted  a  whole  other  picture  to  outsiders.  darius  had  lost  count  of  the  times  he’d  knelt  at  the  beast’s  feet  &  prayed.

holding  solomon’s  hand  for  as  long  as  he  wished,  darius  remained  standing  behind  him,  letting  his  own  gaze  wander  over  the  statue,  his  heart  thrumming  a  gentle  rhythm.  "yes,  i've  heard  and  seen  of  it.  impressive."  he  had  spent  much  of  his  youth  studying  the  other  kingdoms,  ensuring  he  knew  at  least  the  basics  of  their  native  tongues  &  traditions.  "are  you  a  believer,  prince  solomon?"  not  all  vissaians  placed  their  faith  in  the  winged  beast.  not  all  of  them  believed  in  the  crown  either.  but  darius—he  believed  in  both.  with  all  his  heart.  he  was  curious  to  know  where  the  young  prince  stood  on  faith.  not  all  royal  households  were  deeply  religious.

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M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3 - The Electric Bootyloo

wanted to make another smut gif starter meme with some new spicy gifs! would've added more and formatted it better, but tumblr (in its infinite wisdom) has some weird character block limit that prevented the formatting to add any more gifs.

anywho, you know the drill. send a number to the inbox, specify a muse, and a starter will be made based on the gif. take a peek, use a random number generator, do whatever you like and have fun! :3

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　　avaric already knew they would get along divinely. their moves synced alongside the music, and with each other along the way. if the beautiful stranger happened to be a changeling, the sorcerer would not be surprised. the bewitching nature of those sparkling eyes was impossible to ignore. was this another kind of party, he would have his lips kissing that beautiful neck, hands sliding past the silks and cotton just to feel what lied underneath.

　　"animals, you say. aren't we all animals? some smarter, some not. but we come from the same place. need the same needs." his hand graced the stranger's face, a caress which he passed off as a simple dance move. "was there something not to like?" he chuckled, his arrogance peeking out. "my dear lord, rosethorn will be honoured to receive you whenever i am able to take a break from my duties as hand. and if not there, may i invite you to umbria some other time? i would make sure a royal suite is prepared to host such a guest."

"you are speaking my language. pleasure was not meant to be as taboo as it is now. look at how animals mate. nothing tying you down to expressing yourself fully." feeling more and more eyes on them made him put on even more of a show. he made sure that his feet could stick to the beat while his hips swayed along with the rhythm. while he was dancing, his eyes never left avaric's either. almost as if he was the only other man in the room right now.

"i knew there was something that i liked about you." a small homage to the fact that they both originated in lysain. "show me whenever you're back in the kingdom. i would love a private tour." he turned around, smirk only growing on his face.

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　　the prince had to hold back a scream as the thick tongue was pressed against his winking hole. fists closed tightly, hips pushing against bennett. pants and grunts escaping solomon. he knew it was nothing but a preamble, foreplay before the guard could make his way into him. and yet solomon felt as if he would come undone at any moment, with nothing but bennett's skilled mouth being put to use. his own cock leaked onto the table, along with the sweat that began to slide down the prince's face. the flame of the torches was almost unbearable at that point.

　　"that is it...take good care of your prince." solomon managed to breathe out, sighing as the tongue was replaced with thicker fingers. the spare's own tongue sliding into bennett's mouth, kissing him gently in response to his concern. all he wanted was for the guard to relax, let loose and tear him apart when the time came. the kiss was hungry, sucking on his lower lip before parting away. "you will know if you hurt me. i do plead to you, forget any gentleness you have had with me thus far." he leaned on closer, pushing himself against the tip of bennett's aching member.

　　"start slow, but when i say harder, you go harder. that's an order."

Bennett would trade his world in a heartbeat for this prince, and he was ashamed to even be thinking such a thing, but the amount of need he had. The want that filled every fiber of his being. The lust he felt. Dropping to his knees behind the prince he spread those round pert cheeks and began to devour the prince's hole, his tongue warming the tight ring before pushing into it, eating the man out hungrily as if he had no other care in the world.

When he felt it was nice and wet enough eh took fingers, getting back up and slowly began to insert them into the prince, stretching him out. The last thing he wanted was to hurt this beautiful man. This divine figure who was offering him such a precious gift. Bennett's cock ached and with every thrust of his fingers it twitched and leaked, his cheeks flushed with want and desire.

"Please tell me if I am hurting you Your Highness." he whispered in his ear as he lined himself up and began to penetrate Solomon fully.

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　　would the priest ever stop with the flattery? solomon doubted so, eyes inevitably rolling as he was shamelessly described. if that had not made olivier's interest evident, it was the price he asked for which made it crystal clear. a rather cheap price, it should be noted.

　　to his eyes, intimacy did not mean a lot. the pleasures of the flesh not being so different from indulging oneself in large amounts of food or lavish purchases. it all sought satisfaction for the human needs, momentary ecstasy. and not only would he satiate the priest's lust, but his pride as well. hopefully, he would be as capable as he promised. such confidence had to come from somewhere. silent steps moved closer to olivier, reaching out to him with his hand. "you may have your kiss. but do your part first."

Oliver couldn't help but laugh at that handsome eyebrow quirk. A blasphemous sorcerer who worked with spirits and bone, of course he was constantly questioning the will of the gods, though he found his faith in the Old Gods to be more guidance than ones who wove and immutable fate. If anything those obstacles in his place were challenges to get higher powers. If he had been blessed to be poised for a throne, there would nothing that would stop him from reaching it. Not siblings, not the gods, not even the will of the people.

"Well to be honest I have a soft spot for serious and handsome red heads. But I like to show off, I worked for all this power why not use it? Plus the knowledge you would think of me and smile is a bit alluring as well. To have a prince think fondly of me would be nice." he said with a hum as he looked over the prince and his crow. "If you wanted to pay me back though. How about a kiss hm? Though it's not necessary at all Prince Solomon."

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　　klogrog was an odd case. for someone so willing to travel the farthest distances with the sole purpose of protecting others, he seemed quite uncomfortable when it came to being around people. solomon noticed him taking a seat as far from the prince as he could, but he would not judge him for it. solomon was not too different, and just like the half-giant, his status as a royal required him to be a social and well-spoken as possible. he could handle the later in spades, but the former was a chore to deal with. if it wasn't, he would not be out there with a reluctant guard and a crow as his only company.

　　"i appreciate knowing so. father insists that my face speaks too much when my mouth speaks too little, something i strive to fix before it gets me into trouble." it had not happened so far, but solomon hoped to avoid it at all costs. sometimes, and with some people, smiling was just a genuine struggle. at least it was not the case with his unexpected acquaintance. then his eyes turned to cedric, and the smile was clearer. "i found his egg abandoned by the beach. a fallen nest and a dead mother nearby. there was no blood, it was a snake who attacked her. it ate all the eggs - all but one."

growing up, there was always one evident truth that klogrog referenced to. people ruined good things. for the most part at least. of course that was his own personal opinion and others didn't have to share it, but it seemed relevant now during the coronation. a kingdom that was once soothing for him was now overrun with people. quiet spots in the castle or near the mountains where he would wait for darius now seemed too loud. at the mention of sitting down, he just nodded along and went to sit one the farthest end. "might as well relax while we're here." even though there was plenty of space, he still tried to push himself closer together to make sure that was room.

there was something different about prince solomon. klogrog couldn't put his finger on it. maybe because he rarely interacted this close to the crown. although you'd take a look at his conversations during the coronation and it would seem the contrary. "you make a good pretender at least. i wouldn't even have figured you were out of place." he looked down at cedric and there was also a small smile that cracked on his features, poking through normally stoic expressions. "that shows loyalty on his end, but also good traits from you. there has to be a reason that he keeps coming back."

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　　"that i know too well." and that was comforting. unlike many others, samras not only listened to solomon, but he could actually understand him. even in spite of the different roles that they had both been assigned, books were just the start of their connection. a very good start, one that the redhead treasured. when the time came, lysain would have one of the most cultured and well-spoken monarchs they had ever seen, and solomon could only wish to live and see that day arrive

　　his smile faltered though, samras' story leaving a sour taste behind. "non-sense." his fingers slid through the pages, tracing the ink of ages past. "you know too well i have my own concerns about fantasy readings, but this-" his index tapped at one of the dragons illustrated on the paper.

　　before he could make any argument in favour of the many maesters and their well-documented evidences, samras had leaned in, breathing out his words in a voice that would make any words sound like the most beautiful sonnet. lips parted, face warmer than before. a confused smirk grown on the young spare's face, turning and catching samras' gaze with his own. faces mere inches apart. "you have?"

"   solomon, we've known each other for a long time. you know that applies to the both of us.   "           samras says with a heartier laugh, as he ran a finger through the dusty page of the book. there was no joke in his words, though. he could still remember a time in their youth when their parents and half of the palace servants searched hours for the two 'missing' princes. and when they found them, they were asleep in one of the citadel's high towers. all because he and sol refused to leave their pile of books unfinished.

"   yes. it was my mother's book. she gave it to me because she wanted me to learn about her home.   "    samras says, scooting even closer to solomon when he turned the page again.    "   but one of the nobles demanded my father to take the book away. they say the mind of a crowned prince has no place for whimsy and creatures that doesn't exist.   "

there was a pause then ... before samras closed the distance between them and inching his lips close to solomon's ear so he can whisper.    "   but they're wrong. they're real. the dragons in the desert. i saw them with my own eyes.   "

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　　it was quite an unusual meeting for the two. solomon imagined he would not be seeing darius until the coronation was over and done, once he was king and had no more preparations or compromises to look over until the festivities had finished. but now they were face to face, the young spare holding onto the warm hand of his host while letting his smile take over the embarrassment he felt. he had missed darius' hands, calloused yet comfortable to hold. a tenderness only matched by his hooded brown eyes. had they been wed as intended, he would not have been unhappy - but he knew the vissaic heir would.

　　"no need to apologise, how could you have known." the compliments were well received, although the prince just scoffed in response. without resistance, solomon let himself be led further into the temple, where the grand dragon awaited them. majestic, standing above anyone who came seeking its guidance. "clearly so. it is difficult to imagine anything comparing to it."

　　the temple itself was an architectural feat, but solomon only had eyes for its rightful centrepiece. his hand remained holding darius, eyes tracing every inch of marble. every scale perfectly chiselled into the stone, the piercing eyes that sparkled in the dim sunlight, gazing down upon them. it reminded him of his first encounter with sepherina, the redhead rendered speechless once again.

　　it was a good question, what was he thinking? eyes turned away from the dragon, only to meet those of the king once again. green gaze falling to their hands, only then pulling his own back as he cleared his throat. "it is a beautiful construction, all of this. a true blessing on behalf of your winged beast." his smile was soft, one not many had the honour to see. "we have a beast of our own, back in my kingdom...the dragon and the hydra. different, but each just as enigmatic as the other."

solomon  held  a  special  place  in  his  heart,  not  just  for  the  time  they  shared,  but  for  the  sacrifice  the  young  prince  made  for  both  of  them.  his  choice  had  preserved  darius's  reputation,  keeping  it  untarnished  &  allowed  him  to  hold  onto  a  small,  buried  hope—that  maybe  one  day,  he'd  find  a  way  to  marry  the  man  he  loved.  the  soon-to-be  king  of  vissai  was  undeniably  grateful.  especially  because  he  knew  the  trouble  he'd  have  been  in  if  he'd  been  the  one  to  call  off  the  marriage—though,  truthfully,  he  never  would  have.

if  not  for  the  young  prince,  they'd  likely  be  married  by  now  &  solomon  would  have  become  vissai's  queen.  even  now,  darius's  heart  still  clung  to  the  hope  that  somehow,  some  way,  he  could  share  his  throne  with  the  young  varlinnis  prince  who  held  his  heart.  but  his  mind  would  never  allow  him  to  voice  that  hope.  still,  seeing  the  ritrinc  prince  before  him  filled  him  with  a  familiar  warmth,  like  meeting  an  old  friend  again,  which—fittingly—was  exactly  what  it  was.  "i'm  sorry,  i  was  a  little  distracted,"  darius  said  with  a  soft  smile.

when  the  young  prince  stood  again,  darius  gave  him  a  quick  glance,  relieved  to  see  he  was  alright.  a  hearty  clap  on  his  back  &  shoulder,  “looking  dashing  as  ever.”  then  darius  took  solomon's  hand  &  pulled  him  inside.  finding  him  here…  was  so...  like  him  &  the  soon-to-be  king  couldn't  help  but  smile.  "no,  surely  not.  no  painting  or  engraving  could  ever  capture  it."

solomon's  presence  was  a  welcome  distraction,  a  reunion  he  had  needed.  "go  on,  take  a  look  around.  tell  me  what  you're  thinking."  he  was  curious  to  know  what  this  sacred  place—so  revered  by  the  vissaians—felt  like  to  someone  else.  much  like  the  rest  of  vissai,  the  temple  was  lit  only  by  braziers  &  daylight,  the  soft  glow  giving  everything  a  warm,  intimate  feel.

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　　"agreed. i often think, if us men were not made for pleasure, then why would pleasure feel so good?" it was all what he lived for. the driving force for every one of his choices. and that night was no different. his eyes not turning away from the gorgeous creature in his arms, the music swelled and so did their steps. avaric could tell they were taking the spotlight, and he would make sure to give them a show worth spectating.

　　"umoria is my home, although i hail from lysain as well. the seat of my house remains there, a beautiful summer palace if you would ever like to see it." the invitation was on the table, avaric smirking before giving the other a twirl.

"a mutual sense of pleasure is always one that i'm a fan of." when they traveled throughout the room, paric did his due diligence and looked around. not only to see what other people had gathered to celebrate the king, but also to see the eyes that fell on them. two beautiful men enjoying one another's company had to be the talk of the realm. he licked his lips when they finally got to their destination, letting the music take control of the way that his body swayed through the crowd. "lysain, actually. bred, born, and brought up all there. where does the lovely man i'm speaking with hail from, my lord?"

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　　"i understand that." in a sense. that much could be said about solomon himself. vissai was a delight to visit as usual, majestic views and dragons galore. and his appreciation for darius alone filled him with a deep joy and peace all throughout the ceremony. but now that the more solemn environment had been replaced with crowd dancing and cheering, that peace had began to dwindle, only returning for a moment, that very moment with the company of his trusted friend and a kind giant. "may we take a seat?" his arm pointed to one of the marble benches, wide enough to fit the two of them.

　　there was a hint of a smile on solomon's lips, a rare sight for someone who barely knew him. and yet klogrog started to win him over without even trying. "not all royals. some do, for certain, others just have to pretend they do. which quite frankly would be my case." his nose furrowed a little, not wanting to remember the uncomfortably warm sensation that crowded rooms caused him. cedric in the meantime, had flapped his wings, landing right in between the two men, closed beak inspecting the half-giant a little closer. "he does. he's lived in the palace his whole life, and yet i never kept the window closed. if i allow him to stay with me, it is out of his own will."

enjoying himself was an objective matter, at least to him. some of the other fighters and half-giants he knew said that he was even lucky to be asked to work during the coronation. he didn't view it that way. aside from the amount of gold that he was getting, he thought these were too many people crammed into one kingdom and something bad was going to happen. then again, he just didn't like attention. which was hard to run from when you were over seven feet tall. "in a sense, i am." he smiled slightly, at least the food was good. he didn't want to be a downer.

his main interactions with darius were on the training grounds. the man was brave enough to want to train with a half-giant and could hold his own. plus, he never gave up. even if klogrog did win. so he had nothing bad to say about the new king of vissai. "that's always important." not that he knew the first thing needed to rule a kingdom. "yes, i asked for a couple of minutes of solitude. too many people jammed into one place. i thought all royals liked the crowd though?" a small smile spread across his face as he was proven wrong. "it sounds like he knows what true freedom feels like."

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　　all it took were two simple lines for solomon to know that, whoever was in front of him, was not the bennett he knew. could he be underestimating his friend? maybe he really had grown to be more confident and bold in the short time that passed after their last meeting. but even if that was the case, there was no world in which bennett would forget their favourite memory together. and he would certainly not ask about it in such a casual manner. that bubbly enthusiasm just couldn't disappear in a matter of months, solomon refused to think it could.

　　"do you not remember?" his eyes continued to inspect every inch of the alleged bennett, fingers idly playing with the rings on his own fingers. "i figured you would never forget it. the little islet we rowed to together?" another step closer, just as confident even if he remained apprehensive about the guard's intentions. "out islet..."

If this other was a friend of Bennett's and hadn't noticed the changes between the two, Evander couldn't help but wonder just how good of a friend the mystery man was to his younger brother, should he keep up the charade to see if the man would ever notice? He nodded his head in acceptance to the beast's blessing, as much as he very much was core to his own beliefs, he wasn't going to make a bad name for himself while pretending to be Bennett. Finally, at the mention of last time, he couldn't help but be curious, just what his brother had gotten up to with this man. He looked around, noting the other stepping forward and it's meaning of secrecy, " Very glad eh?" He asked with a charming smile, " What was your favorite part?" Maybe that was vague enough not to show he had no idea what the other was speaking of.

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　　alesander was not lying. he had the grace and elegance of a nobleman, and all the experience and sensuality of a well-trained whore. it took one to know one, and avaric could tell he was not in charge anymore. after giving a loving bite to the young man's chest, avaric pulled himself away from him, smiling as he lift up his hand to his face. his tongue curling around the fingers, licking off any remnants of alesander. "as you wish, your majesty."

　　the words rolled from his tongue with ease, moving to the former whore's side and picking him up as if he was his bride. his own tunic hanging by his elbow, fabric flowing as they made their way up to the hand's bedchambers. a grand room, with nothing but the moonlight to illuminate their way to the bed. avaric laying his lover gently, a hand caressing his cheek. "well, you've made yourself clear. if i am to be our whore tonight, then i need orders to follow." his lips grazed alesander's jawline, kissing and licking his way to his ear. "you own me. enjoy while you can."

He moaned out at the touchs, the squeezes the kisses. The noiises that their bodies making filled the hall, and when Avaric started to oblige him by stripping him right there in the hallway he whined. At the kisses against his nipples, and then he gasped at the stroking of his cock. He pressed his back against the wall, hand gripping the older's hair. Gasping at the touches, he smiked.

"You speak as if seducing you would ever be a challenge for me. You may call me a bratty slut who cannot resist myself, but you are a whore, desperate for your young and beautiful muse." He bucked his hips a little in his hand, before letting go of Avaric's hair, and trying to pull away from his grip on his length. "I order you to release my cock....and finish carrying me to your chambers, if you touch my cock again until then, you will be punished."

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　　an arched eyebrow. that was as much of an answer as solomon could grace that statement with. what could the priest even be implying? the prince had put into question the beast's plans more than once, but he ultimately accepted them as they came. to attempt to change something as crucial as his brother's claim to the throne could lead to dire consequences. it would be an uphill battle, for solomon knew that perseus had the people on his side. a joying and loving king whom the bards could immortalise time and time again.

　　t was clear that olivier wanted to do nothing but help, support the young royal in his plights. but there was just something that made solomon hold himself back from taking what seemed to be a perfect chance for him and cedric to be closer than ever. that comment about the gods just kept playing in his head, making him wonder if those intentions were as pure as those gentle eyes made them out to be. "if i were to accept your offerings, what would the price be?" he had gold, jewels, plenty of resources the priest could take advantage of. that is, if that was what he wanted.

"Oh yes because the will of the gods is also immutable, right? Your Beast. My Old Gods." There was the defiant touch of sarcasm in his voice, Oliver toyed with motes of light that danced between his fingers, lost souls that came to the siren call of his magic. There were always lost souls upon the waves. He would never out loud suggest the prince take matters into his own hands, but he had seen familial disputes put a younger brother on the throne before. Betrayal was a tale as old a time and one he had written himself in his own life.

"Ah no so it would not change him in that way. Think about it like...the spirit would be a passenger with him. They have no body, and no will of their own. Only desires to feel life's pleasures again. So think of it like they are the audience to your dear bird's play. When he eats they feel full with him. When he laughs they get to laugh." Olivier softened a bit, was a duplicitous bastard who would cut down his own mother if it meant he would get ahead? Yes of course. But he would never rob a lonely prince of his pet. "Everything he is now would be the same. But in return for getting to experience life once more, the spirit would give a greater intelligence, very nearly human, and a human life span. You don't have to do it but it's very common where I am from and just a small token of my appreciation for your time this evening. You can say no if you like. I'd happily offer you another gift instead if you wanted."

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　　"you need me so?" there was no need to ask, and yet solomon wanted to do so. since it had been freed, his hand travelled up and down the throbbing erection with ease, the tight confinement of his trousers being an issue no longer. his thumb stopped to smear the pinkish head with its own precum, then bringing it up to his beloved guard's lips and pressing it against them. "will you fill me with yourself until i cannot hold it any longer? are you worthy of leaking down my thighs?" the power ride made solomon's own groin twitch, tongue peaking out to swipe across bennett's neck. gently biting, not hard enough to mark. "prepare your prince."

　　as much as he enjoyed the weight against him, solomon pushed bennett away, turning away and bending against the table. legs parting to reveal the tight pucker that hid in between two round cheeks. the music and voices of the festival could be heard still, even if solomon could not care any less about them. all that mattered in that moment, was bennett.

Ben did his best to pleasure the prince, he wanted to be a memory the other could think about when he was lonely in the castle and needed something to touch himself too. HIs sweet handsome voice egging Bennett on to do more, calling him precious. Calling him His. It was intoxicating. To be owned by a prince so clever and handsome. He could be ok with that.

Pulled off by the hold in his hair he took in a deep breath before he was kissed the taste of the prince's manhood still on his lips as he kissed back against Solomon with a passionate fervor of his own. Eagerly he pulled his own pants, undoing the knot in his underclothes so that he could show himself off for the prince. Thick powerful thighs framed, a short trimmed bush, the real masterpiece was what swung between those tree trunk legs. A thick powerful cock, he was a show-er and now he stood at full attention, all 8 and a half inches, glistening with precum and ready to have attention paid to it. A soft moan as he felt Solomon's hand wrapped around it. "Ah y-your Highness. I a-am so hard for you. I-I need you your Highness."

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　　in a pleasant, if expected turn of events, the crass ringmaster did not hesitate and apologised to the young prince for his poor behaviour. the best course of action he could have chosen. not only that, but then offered solomon a quite impressive gift - not the gift itself, as they were but wild roses, but the presentation was what genuinely startled the royal for a second. his mind immediately trying to figure out how he had done it. a sorcerer using his power for cheap tricks, perhaps, if not just a very skilful con artist. green eyes narrowed, but a hand still reached to hold the bouquet being presented to him.

　　"it is appreciated." his tone remained cold, eyes turning away from his host just to grant his attention to the big top before him. pavor nocturnus. the name was presented with grand fanfare, one hand reaching to pick up one of the confetti bits that spread all across the floor. steps soon followed the ringmaster into his travelling venue, jaw sinking along with his heart at the unexpected sight of a hydra in the middle of the tent. the creature seemed to behave as any other circus beast would, innocently balancing balls on its snout as it it was but a well-trained hound. to see the symbol of his house and kingdom being used in such a manner did bring a sense of discomfort to solomon, jaw clenching as the host boasted about his prowess in hatching the hydra, and grooming her into a carnival attraction. "i presume that she has taken a liking to you. hydras are not forgiving creatures."

a prince? well, he hadn't expected royalty to visit his little show. if he had known he would have rolled out the red carpet..right into the chimera's cage. but wyll would play nice, for now. he didn't particularly care for nobility, and with how solomon regarded him he felt as though the prince was snubbing him. standing up straight, wyll offers solomon a smile that was dripping in sincerity. "my apologies, your highness. if I had known I wouldn't have been so callous." wyll dips into a deep bow, masking that he had cast a glance at a lanky boy nearby. he merely lifts his brows, signaling for little crow to make sure everything was in order. wyll straightens up, having procured a bouquet of roses seemingly out of nowhere. "these are for you, your highness. it would be impolite of me not to offer a prince a gift." he grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. he straightens up, placing a hand at the small of solomon's back before gesturing at his carnival. "welcome to pavor nocturnus!" on cue two off duty clowns pull strings on concealed devices in their sleeves, sending confetti and streamers into the air. wyll beams at them both, then at solomon. "come, let me show you into the big top." without waiting for an answer he ushers solomon inside. the structure is impossibly tall, with ropes and a highwires hanging from the ceiling. in the middle of the tent a trainer is working with a hydra, perfecting the art of balancing large rubber balls atop of its many heads. with the sudden appearance of solomon the training is all for naught, the hydra turns to face solomon and her master. "that would be lola, my beloved." he says, referring to the hydra who flicks at the air with many forked tongues. "isn't she precious? hatched her m'self."

[lcgendsung]

　　"you tell me. am i beautiful enough to be spoiled for it?" his words came with a shameless shrug, eyes mesmerised by those of murai. watching the mead run down their throat, and the satisfaction on their face once they pulled the jug away from now wet lips. all avaric could think of was how sweet it would taste to try the mead from them. "the produce of our kingdom will always speak for itself. but i fear not even umoria could present me with such a treat as the one before me." it was clear that the traveller was in on his game, which gave the hand the courage to let his hand lean closer, knuckles brushing the stubble of their jaw. "where are you from?"

　　something better, they claimed. the satisfaction was evident in avaric's smile, tempted to seal the deal with a heated kiss and take murai to his bedchambers from there. but a part of him wanted to see how far the younger one was willing to take him. he did love a bold lover. "what could you have found?" his voice matched the hushed tone of his company. the curious hand pulled away from murai, instead taking avaric's own mead and drinking some himself. "i can only hope it is good enough to satisfy that hunger which brought you here in the first place."

"is that something you gained through observation, or past experiences?" still with their eyes trained on the other man, murai took a sip of their mead, eyes fluttering close as sweetness exploded in his tongue, accompanied by a hint of floral richness. they let out a quiet moan at the taste, taking a moment to savor it. "mm, this is a good mead." murai opened their eyes, gaze returning to the other man. "you have an exquisite taste, avaric."

the man next to them was surely a charmer. murai couldn't help but feel drawn to his roguish grin and sweet words, but there was a small part of them who wanted to see what this man had on him, and what murai could take from him. "a good time tonight," murai echoed, lips twitching into a broad smile. deliberately, they leaned close to avaric and, as they spoke, their voice turned hushed, as if telling a secret. "i was simply looking for a hearty meal to end the day, but i found something better." their smile turned into a playful grin, brown eyes gleaming.