bhavanpithou

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Head Canon: Bhav has been hearing about how all his friends want to fuck his mom for his whole damn life.

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Bhavan did not often travel incognito; not out of a sense of adventure or creativity, but more out of a lack of opportunity. However, being in Dele for the funeral and the coronation, he found himself in all manner of unusual circumstances. Like looking after one of House Pithou's gentlemen-in-waiting who was particularly naive and prone to attracting mischief. Considering how inebriated the young man was before he left their wing of the castle, Bhavan hadn't much time to pull together a disguise, let alone consult with one of his wise wardens.

As he entered the tavern, he saw that all of his concerns were being validated and it had been wise for him to grab a servant's cloak and hood before leaving the castle. It looked as though he was going to have to get into some fisticuffs with a drunk who was all but outright groping one of his family's loyal retainers. He sighed about the spectacular mess this could wind up, when he saw the man accosting him start screaming.

"Er, oi, d'ya see that there commotion, yer lairdship?" Bhavan speaks in a higher nasal voice to the man nearest him, keeping the hood shadowing his face, and hoping that he had gotten this Delish accent right. "I wunda what sthopped ther' ruffian!"

🄾🅄🅃 🄾🄵 🄲🄷🄰🅁🄰🄲🅃🄴🅁 - I'm so sorry about Bhav's lame accent; I tried my best, and I hope you like it!

There were many things about Alistair Warren that were true, he was intelligent and charming as well ambitious and bold in many ways. All good qualities in their own right. But like most there were darker parts to him, the desire for power and his own selfish wants mixed with powerful magic made him a threat to those who crossed him. But sometimes that darker side came out in simpler ways, such as in punishing those who clearly deserved it in the warden's eyes.

Such as right now, as Alistair witnessed a foolish excuse of a man who was clearly too drunk and too grotesque to know better than to not invade the space of another like that without permission. Only made worse by the arrogant words spewing from his mouth, likely someone who had enough station to think themselves above respecting others.

Which is why, with just a twist of his own fingers, the sound of bones snapping under telekinetic magic causing the man to scream bloody murder and drop whatever he'd been holding in that hand, clutching the broken wrist with the other hand. No doubt some would rush to his side to see what was wrong, Alistair would not be one of them. Instead he would simply take a sip from his drink, looking effortlessly composed if not slightly annoyed by the man's frantic yells.

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Closed Starter for @oflavenderandmoonlight​ based on this NSFW image.

The grand dames of the aristocracy while prone to argument and disagreement have always found accord on at least one issue of etiquette and taste.  One should not take one’s future brother-in-law as a lover.  From the coast to the beach, from sea to shining sea, these old fuss-pots would decry such a dynamic as boding poorly for all concerned. 

However, as Bhav slid his dextrous fingers along Kyu’s sculpted back to tangle in his hair, he did not care.  Could not say whether Society’s horror lent the entire affair an extra spice.  All he knew for certain was that when Kyu jumped into his carriage before his afternoon drive, he knew he would be driving his cock into the hot little number before he returned. 

“I forgot those sexy noises you make when I get rough with you,”  Bhav growls as he tugs on Kyu’s hair, all the while his fat cock is sawing in and out of the man’s backside.  Naked and kneeling in the mud on the side of the road, he was a state to be seen.  His guards were ready to kill anyone on the road who should see their prince rutting another prince like an animal.  Yet, balls deep inside of Kyu, Bhav could not care less.

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full name — Bhavan Pithou

age — 30

kingdom — Nok

gender — male (he/him/his)

religion —

occupation — Crown Prince of Nok

residence — the Cerulean Palace

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face claim — Ranveer Singh

hair — black / eyes — hazel

height — 6’1

clothing style — Well tailored clothes that highlight his best attributes in colors that make his eyes look almost golden.

sexual preference — Service top, from mild to wild. Bhav enjoys seeing and being the cause of his partners pleasure. Sometimes that means choking and pulling their hair, and sometimes that means being ridden like a prized stallion. His main sexual preference is “often.”

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label — the Sensualist

sexual preference — top (service/switch)

relationship preference — open / polyamorous

positive traits — Gallant and Friendly

negative traits — Cunning and Promiscuous

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🅲🅻🅾🆂🅴🅳 🆂🆃🅰🆁🆃🅴🆁, @ofswordandcrowns​ 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒:  𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃:  𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑒𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒫𝒶𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒

“Thank you for meeting me, this morning,” Bhavan says formally as he sees Matai arrive in the stable yard. Dressed as ever elegantly tailored clothes, the Crown Prince bows shallowly to his long-term betrothed. “I am sure you’ve heard some gossip about my father’s stance on the betrothal, and I wanted to address it as fast as I could. At least, my perspective.”

“That said, I don’t want to aggravate you; which is part of the issue, I think. Damn, I’m not starting off very well. Let me try again,” Bhav says nervously before he gestures to the horses, “Prince Matai, may I hold your horse while you mount up? Did you have a good breakfast?”

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𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 for @crownedgauthier​ -- sorry for the delay 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊: After the funeral, prior to the coronation.  𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Dele

After his bath, Bhavan slipped into a pair of soft soled slippers and dabbed a little cologne onto his wrists and behind his ears. Finally, he pulled out a new robe from his trunk and swathed it about himself. Black silk slithered across his brown skin, the patterns of small white owls in flight decorated the sash and lapels. All over, an unexpected gift to his lover.

As he opened the secret passage, Bhav reflected that this might be the last time he ever used it. Likely as not, in a few months, bedchambers would be reallocated, and his lover would move. Pushing away the associated fears that came on the heels of that nostalgia, the Crown Prince carries a candle and a bottle of brandy through the well-traveled passage to the connecting room.

For a brief moment, he fears the other side will be locked. Setting down the bottle, he manages the hidden mechanism and feels the secret door ease open. Padding in, he spies the other male by his balcony door. “Is his highness accepting audiences with foreign dignitaries at this hour?”

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“Oh, I assure you, it’s quite a big problem.  It could grow bigger, too, I think.”  Lorenzo cannot keep the grin out of his voice as he lays back on the examination table.  One hand pillows his his head, bringing his muscular arm up, elongating his abs, while the other ‘helps’ Mateo out by raising the exam gown up almost to Lorenzo’s nipples.  Revealing for Mateo’s ‘examination’ Lorenzo’s steel clad cock that quickly became fully hard given the sexy scenario, and all of Lorenzo’s abs.  

“Given how serious this could get, I did suggest to your nurse that I might be taking up more of your time than a usual session.  I hope you don’t mind my presumption.  I just want to ensure that I have your undivided attention, Doctor.”

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Lorenzo cannot help but lick his lips when the doctor enters.  While it didn’t entirely surprise him that even the clinic staff was gorgeous, it did mean that it took a little more effort to get close to the doctors.  Which was how he came to find himself here, in a thin gown with a thin excuse.  

“Well, it is kind of embarrassing,”  Lorenzo says, although his smile is more coy and less mortified.  In truth, he hoped this went the sexy way and not the scary way, but he was the kind of man who liked to roll the dice.  He slowly, perhaps too slowly, began to raise the hem of his gown.  Given the sexy doctor’s entrance, it was getting some help from Lorenzo’s cock getting hard.  “A friend suggested I try a cock ring, but you see doctor, now that I’m not flaccid, I cannot remove it.  Can you help me?”

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“I just arrived from Barcelona and I wanted to sweat out the stress of flying and traveling,”  Lorenzo grins as the Marcus drinks in his body, focusing a bit on his thick cock that hung low over heavy balls.  The set up was very porn-esque.  Then again, if it had been porn, this handsome twink would have been laying on his stomach showing off a thick ass.  Yet, the setting wasn’t less for it.  He, in turn, checked out what Marcus was working with.

“Well, since it is your main haunt, maybe you can suggest some reasons why I should stay,”  Lorenzo brings his hand down on Marcus’ knee with a grin.  “or why I should go?”

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Lorenzo wasn’t afraid of anything, on the ground.  He hated flying, though.  Too many action movies had shown him just how delicate the things were and statistical probablity had never offered him comfort.  He was a bad flyer, and often drank quite heavily prior to flying.  Now that he was finally on the island, the first thing he wanted to do was to sweat out the booze before he made any naughty or bad decisions.  

When he opened the door to the sauna and found a gorgeous man, naked and relaxed there, inviting him in; what could he do?  Dropping his towel, he padded over and sat near the male.  “Si.  I’m Lorenzo.”

So much for starting off slow and easing into his stay.

Since getting here, the sauna was probably the place he visited the most, minus the bar, of course. It was just his favourite place to unwind. Also the hot eyecandy that he seen here also helped. “Well hello, Lorenzo.” The client spoke with a hum, watching Lorenzo dropping his towel, eyes running over the mans now naked frae, taking in every. Single. Inch. of him and clearly pleased with what he was seeing before him. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lorenzo, my name is Marcus.” He introduced himself with famous cheeky grin, turning himself just slightly, so that he was facing the handsome man a little more. “So what brings you down to my main haunt? Had a stressful day? Just wanting to chill? Or another reason?”

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Lorenzo looked up from his tablet as the man next to him groaned and began to wake up.  Taking a sip of his own coffee, he wondered if he would finally learn who the man was.  He had manage to find most of the man’s clothes this morning, except for the right sock and left shoe.  Where those were, Lorenzo couldn’t say.  

“I do.  That is to say, I know how to make espresso drinks and Turkish coffee.  Next to you, on the bedside table, is an Americano.  Next to it are some assorted sugar and sugar alternatives and a little carafe of oatmilk.  If you have an allergy to oats and need milk in your coffee, that’s all I have available.”

After Ben has sat up and taken a sip of coffee, Lorenzo asks, as politely as he can; “Bien.  Now that you are one sip closer to humanity, a few questions?  To start with, who are you?  Also, why did I find you in my bed when I got in last night?  Since it’s a king sized bed, I slept next to you, since you don’t snore.  Even as drunk as a lord.  Also, I’m Lorenzo.”  

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Groaning as he finally began to wake up, the sheets sliding down his bare back, a breeze blew into the room and left a trail of goosebumps over his skin. Keeping his face pressed into the pillow, stubbornly clenching his eyes shut, Benjamin let out another groan in protest as the all to familiar headache of a hangover filled his clouded head with pressure.

Stretching out his legs, he froze in place against the mattress as he felt someone else in the bed beside him. Great. He was a bit too old for drunken hook-ups, especially one's he couldn't currently remember happening, but maybe the fact he was still wearing his briefs meant things hadn't gone too far. Not that he would have minded hooking up, in fact part of him hoped he had managed to get himself fucked, he just didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of having to ask them what their name was again. So for now he was going to avoid admitting he had no memory of last night; because that was the mature thing to do and certainly wouldn't backfire on him in anyway.

"Please tell me you know how to make coffee..." he grumbled, still refusing to lift himself up or even look over at the person beside him. "Or can, at least, get some delivered..."

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“I have a better idea, if you trust me,”  Provided that he gets a nod or some sort of consent from August, Lorenzo will maneuver them in such a way that he lifts the other man’s bulk and gets them into an a standing 69 (inspo n.sfw). Instantly, there are people who are watching the pair of them.  “There.. I get access to all my favorite parts, and oh... and so do you...”

Lorenzo shifts his grip so he can free his cock from the Feltham jockstrap.  Once freed, he lifts August’s cock up so that he can tap it on his lips and then his tongue.  Without any further preamble, Lorenzo is pressing forward, taking the lawyer as deep as he can into his mouth.  At the back of his mouth, Lorenzo begins to swallow, easing the other man’s cock into his throat.  

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“I assure you, I have no pure intentions when it comes to you, August” Lorenzo grins as he’s pulled in for another kiss.  When his hand is placed on the lawyer’s throbbing cock, he cannot help but grin.  I love the assertive ones, he thinks to himself.  Without missing a beat, he sets about stroking the male leisurely.   Enough to keep him hard, but not enough to get him off.  

“I was trying to think of how we could 69 and still have everyone see us.  Something where I can suck this sexy dick, but where I can also eat this lucious ass,”  Lorenzo says as he gropes the man’s cheeks.  Two, thick fingers tease and press against August’s backdoor.  “Because yeah, I want them to see me fucking the hottest guy on the lanes.”