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[kingdomcrows]

to say the mage's apprentice has practice with taking the myre family's large lengths down his throat would be an understatement. only one cock beats augustus' and that would be his father's, in kovider's eyes. he moans around the length that stretches his lips and pushes passed the boundaries of his throat. when augustus withdraws his shaft, kovider leans forward, trailing kisses along the thick base as the crowned prince showers him with compliments.

he looks up at the prince, hand wrapped around his length as he strokes him slowly. he contemplates the question and answer, humming a bit as his tongue darts out to lick around the pulsing cockhead. "let me sit upon your face as a throne, your cheekbones are carved from marble and etched by the seas." slowly, he moves to his feet, hand still working the prince's cock. "then, once your tongue has worked me open, you can replace it with your cock."

@thebloodofmetia

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who: sirius [ @ofcrownsandwar ]

rhydian amboise came to argonia, not to compete in the colosseum though one might assume someone of his stature would, but to see what interesting herbs and spices he might be able to take back home. the time for war is over and, as difficult as it is to let it stay in the past, the heir to the amboise sweets needs something new to focus his attentions on.

in argonia, that can be sweets and men.

and perhaps the crowned prince.

with a cinnamon, bergamot, and chocolate mixture made into a sweet, flat bread, he tears off a piece and offers it to the prince. "be honest with me, sirius." he addresses him informally, not caring since they've been friends since well before the war. "is this better than something i could make?" he's a bit hesitant with the mixture of spices but he can't say he dislikes it.

which is a shame.

"i have a new market i can tap into now. i can increase my families wealth. but not if they already have these delicious monstrosities to compete with me." he waits for the prince to take a bite, scowling, arms now folded over his large, well sculpted chest, awaiting the prince's critiques.

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the thick, heavy weight on his tongue is both familiar and foreign. familiar because this isn't the first, nor the last, time that prince lucealyx would have another man's length against his tongue and foreign because it's the first time it's this man's cock. one that tastes just as divine as it looked.

with amber eyes still focused up toward lord gaunt's face, his smile is stretched around the girth of his length. he sucks, spittle slipping from his lips and dribbling down to the dusty ground, pooling with the precum that had fallen only seconds more. with a bob of his head, he sinks himself further down, down, down, his nose pressing once again against the dark hairs of his pelvis.

the hands in his hair, the sweet, delicious sounds that went from guttural growl to low moan are enough to coax the prince to continue. he adds his own hand to the base of irwys' firm cock, stroking him every time his mouth crawls back up the length of him. his tongue dances around the pale pink cockhead, tracing it as if he wants to memorize the shape and feel of it before he splits his lips around it once more to devour him.

a choked sound breaks from the back of lucealyx's throat as he takes irwys' member passed the threshold, he tilts his head slightly, eyes closing for a moment, opening himself up for the man to push passed the resistance until he's buried so deeply into the prince's wet cavern that he knows he may be hoarse after this.

and the prince loves it.

he moans around the thick meat speared into his mouth and, with one hand, he fists himself free from his own leathers. his aching cock spills precum onto the ground and he fists himself, his own length long and hard and throbbing with satisfaction and anticipation.

with eyes locked together, he hollows his cheeks and opens his throat as best he can for the onslaught of harsh hip thrusts, tongue lapping at the underside of irwys' cock as he works himself in and out of lucealyx's practiced mouth. the praise from earlier only spurns him to take everything that the lord of auglire will give him. precum and spittle smear against his lips, down his chin, and his eyes water, but he does not relent.

he wants and wants and wants and takes and takes and takes, moaning all the while.

Irwys conceeded the question with a curt nod as he freed himself from his armour. For as long as the mountains had stood, it had been God's will that the Gaunts protect their homeland. Witnessing first-hand Prince Lucealyx's prowess on the battlefield, it hadn't occurred to him the significant risk taken by Sollia's royal family that their sovereign blood could be so readily spilled.

The sunkissed prince's confidence in the game of risk vs. reward was intoxicating, a trait inherent to them both and one Irwys had rarely witnessed in others. At his feet, the prince knelt, seemingly unconcerned that the dusty ground would ruin his expensive garb.

Relief.

Waves of pleasure rolled up the northborn's spine as the pad of Lucealyx's thumb massaged the clear essence across the sensitive head of his cock, the fire burning in his belly and balls rivalled only by the heat from the midday sun.

The most primitive area of Gaunt's brain took control when velvet lips savoured his throbbing meat. Nerves ablaze, every muscle contracted, and Irwys's hands fisted in Lucealyx's luscious locks of raven hair.

A low growl emanates from Irwy's throat as the skilled tongue traces a teasing path down his pulsing shaft, and he threatens to draw attention when the moist heat envelopes him completely. "Fuck, Lad."

The prince's mouth and throat were as inviting and eager as any cunt; hungry to fulfill it's natural duty. Friction exposed the rounded head entirely, which only continued to leak, coating Lucealyx's throat further. Irwys's growls turned into lighter moans of pleasure as his balls began to tingle with the oncoming pleasure of his release.

"Good cub."

Age nor prestige meant anything in the moment, Irwys's natural dominance exerting itself upon the wanton male kneeling before him. Strong fingers caressed his heavy orbs, and without further encouragement, he swapped the fist around his meat for the inviting heat of Luc's throat. Without restraint, his hips began to thrust forward, lightly at first to feed his thick length gradually into into the waiting gullet. Feeling the point of natural resistance, he paused, allowing the other male to acquaint himself with his invading organ. His steel blue gaze met Lucealxy's umber hues, locking unwaiveringly as his grip on the prince's hair tightened.

His hips resumed their steady rhythm, gradually intensifying until he was fucking the beautiful royal with all his stamina.

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"not one to rush into anything?" kovider calls his bluff, leaning back against the stones of the bath as he stares blankly at the advisor. "was it not you who tried to bed me the first time we spoke in valtolia? was it not you who relentlessly sent mental images of your cock to me and the various things you wanted me to do with said cock?"

he shakes his head, combing fingers through his damp hair as he looks around the room. there's other people here, of course, engaged in their own conversations or otherwise. he thinks he sees someone's head bobbing up and down underwater, like bobbing for apples but on a young noble's cock.

"then tell me, oleck, what would you like to discuss? how is the bergian prince healing? have you any leads on who might have been the one to commit such a heinous affront to peace?" with the last question, the evoker waves his hand in the air, calling forth his magic as a sound proof barrier forms around their bath. best to keep these sort of conversations private for now. if and when oleck starts to fuck him, he'll remove the barrier for everyone to hear.

"Hmm? Oh, you mean—" Oleck says, understanding Kovider's euphemism as he glances down to his submerged cock. "Well, I'll have you know it appears even bigger outside of water, if that means anything... appearances can often prove deceiving, as I'm sure you're aware..."

He sits up a bit straighter, making sure his muscular, virile chest is fully visible above the water as he speaks. Gotta accentuate the assets in present company. "This is how I know you're so young," Oleck teases, inching himself a bit closer to Kovider. "I am not one to rush into anything, even when feeling tempted to..."

"A little bit of prelude often makes for the very best experiences, dearest... sometimes talking is as satisfying as doing, and what can I say... I am a scholar. I enjoy having my brain stimulates just as much as other parts of my corporeal form..."

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"i am young. compared to most other mages in courts. but i am also powerful." he's sure that alfi knows of his feats, king aurelius calls him his storm bird for a reason—he will call the storm down upon their enemies and tame the seas for his king and the royal family. magic runs rampant in his blood and he'll channel it for a singular purpose: medes.

kovider can't help the laugh that escapes him, it makes his shoulders shake, he has to put a hand over his mouth. "i will keep that remark about your father's age between us. if he found out, it might be the death of him." he offers a king smile to alfi, a hand on his shoulder before he contemplates what they could do.

"how would you feel about purchasing some argonian fashions. immerse yourself in their culture while the family is here and see if anything suits your tastes?"

Alfi smiles sweetly in response, appreciating the feeling of being heard for once. As much as he loved his family, he had a tendency of going ignored; not being taken seriously. Sometimes an outside party like Kovider had to reaffirm Alfi's own beliefs about himself.

"Well, you seem young," he says. "I will not feel completely out of place with you by my side... sometimes my father feels like such an old man. The way he conducts his business as king is more stodgy than I think even he realizes—"

But he stops himself from elaborating.

Alfi shrugs. "I do not know what there is to do in Argonia... have you got any ideas of your own? Ones that do not involve violence, unlike the reason we've come here..."

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the prince is perceptive, his gaze always lingers around the room, meeting the eyes of those in it as if to sense deception or something else. in this wet room filled with heat he notices the lingering gaze of the king of casther's on his hanging cock.

the prince grins, leaning back as if to arch his back, legs spreading further. his knee brushes against king ram's and he lets it stay there, hot skin to hot skin. "an understanding?" he questions. "what would you like me to understand?" it's an innocent enough question as he turns his head to look at the handsome king's features.

he leans forward at ram's next question, enough to whisper between them. their shoulders brush this time, thighs pressing against thighs as the space between them dwindles. "do you really want to ask about my father? this is not the place for a conversation like that." the prince looks at his own cock, half hard and hanging, and then toward the king's own. the whispers continue. "you can keep looking if you like, touch it if it pleases you. why else would you come into the bath houses?"

Ram is unable to tear his hungry gaze away from the young prince's hefty cock, practically dangling right in front of his face like a piece of meat teasing a starving wolf...

And Lucealyx probably knew it, too.

"Increasingly smaller, it does... and I am still not sure if that is a good thing or not, no offense intended. But if you are to be king someday, possibly within my lifetime, then I suppose this is as good a time as any to begin forming bonds, an understanding..."

"So..." Ram begin, trying to keep his mind off the massive hog in his midst, "how is your father faring...?"

[kingdomcrows]

something that lucealyx has always been good at was finding direct routes. whenever he walked places, he noticed the alleyways, the different streets, the shops that could serve as landmarks. it's mostly for safety, but in times like this it's a blessing in and of itself.

he laughs at irwys' questions. part of him wants to play the royal prince who knows that anyone could become insatiable once they get a feel and taste for him—it would not be the first time that those statements are true—but irwys, he feels, deserves more than that. they've been easy conversationalists that naturally veered toward a path of desire and want. "i am nothing if not a risk taker, lord gaunt. riding a dragon means i enjoy a spike to my adrenaline. do you not agree?" his smile is easy, wide, and his tongue snakes out afterward to lick at his bottom lip.

honeyed eyes flicker down to lord gaunt's hands as he unties himself and allows his aching cock to bounce in the air between them. another lick of lucealyx's lips as he watches the pearly beads of precum fall to the ground between them. he reaches out, gingerly running his thumb over the pale pink head before he brings it to his lips to taste the salted seed. his eyes close, he moans.

he's getting on his knees as lord gaunt strokes and fondles himself and when he's at eye level with the masterpiece of a cock, he looks up at the dark haired man and grins devilishly. he opens his mouth, letting his tongue snake out to lick the underside of the heavy cock before him and when that simple command comes, he obliges.

he is not the crowned prince in this moment, but a ravenous fiend for the cock that he swallows down his throat. his tongue laps at it, his hands rest on irwys' thighs and he takes him, inch by inch, until hise nose is pressed into the dark hairs at the base. then, he hollows his cheeks and sucks with reckless abandon, sliding the velvet warmth of his tongue and mouth up and off before repeating the motion. his eyes fall closed, then open as he looks up at irwys. he squeezes his thighs, then cups and fondles his heavy balls.

for a split second, he pulls off, enough to stroke the man. "fuck my throat, use it." and swallows him back down.

By Vorys's grace, Lucealyx was more familiar with the city than he was, and without complaint, Irwys allowed himself to be guided through the crowd until the stalls began to trail off. Every step increased his agonising discomfort, the almost full hardness within the confines of his codpiece straining for release. In reality, the brief few minutes it took to find the quiet alley hidden from even the sun's gaze seemed a ludicrous eternity. Still, eventually, both men manoeuvred against a disused doorway, the sandstone step providing Irwys a platform on which to present his impressive meat. Animalistic instincts brought forth a deep growl when the prince's hands paid some attention to his manhood, but it wasn't enough. "Is that a risk you'll take, Luc? That I might become insatiable?" The order was not one of a royal commanding a servant, but of a man desperate to be fucked and Irwys was always one to quench that desire. Formality, protocol, nor their coy little repartee mattered now, only his sheer desire to feel his length stuffing that warm, moist throat. As he had countless times before, Irwys loosened the ties connecting the leather piece to the rest of his armour and, freed from restraint, the weight of his manhood fell loose. Still above average, he made up what he lacked in length in girth. His pulsating member jutted proudly into the air, the half-exposed pale pink head already leaking drops of precum, milky strands of which already began to pool on the dusty ground beneath his feet.

Thick fingers wrapped around the shaft, giving a few small strokes to encourage full erection, before cupping two large balls full of seed. The dark shock of hair at its base contrasted starkly with firm, smooth skin and Irwys's gaze locked with the prince's, clearly proud of his display.

"Swallow."

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"i am."

it's a simple truth, a confession almost, of purity he's held on to throughout his growing years. there had been plenty of times he could have given it away, lost it. fellow nobility, the son's of his father's most trusted men that he grew up with, but something told him to wait, to let the moment come naturally, to allow it the chance to be something special.

is this that moment? perhaps. it's the eve of his nineteenth name day and soon he will be riding off on his onyx and gold dragon into the battlefields that plague sollia. if not now he may never get the chance again. much better to be here, in the comforts of his own bedroom, in sheets that feel familiar, than in some stategy tent in the middle of death and destruction.

a shiver courses through him as sisko's hand trails along his growing erection, stiffening under practiced fingers. he nearly moans but bites it back.

the words make him want to ask a question—do you give this to my father?—but he decides against it, instead relishing in the fist that palms him until he's backing up and collapsing onto his sheets. hungry eyes take sisko in as the robe begins to slip away, the words catching him off guard. a confession of sisko's own reaching his ears, going straight to his cock. it twitches between his thighs, needy and wanting.

the crown prince of sollia watches sisko hungrily, taking in the pale contours of his chisseled pecs, the way his abs form into a tight waist and down to thick legs. he's imagined those legs wrapped around him countless times, woke up in the middle of the night biting into his pillow as he stroked himself to completion, imaging he was pumping his seed into the master of laws.

when he's sitting upright, sisko's hand on the back of his neck, he can't help the moan that falls from his lips at the filthy words coming from the older man, his declaration, his desires laid bare. he captures the man's mouth in a heated kiss, letting the last words be swallowed down into the pit of his stomach.

when he pulls away, his eyes lock with lord bloqueo and he nods his head quickly. "my first and second and third sons will be inside you." he moves a hand to grab a fistful of firm, golden buttocks and squeezes firmly. "show me how you want me to fuck you and i'll do it until we both are loose limbed and fragile. i want to hear my name on your lips as you give me your seed. please, sisko. please."

the prince of sollia does not beg, but for this he will.

For someone who is almost certainly a novice, Lucealyx is a tremendous kisser. What he lacks in skill and finesse, perhaps, he more than compensates for in passion. Raw, blistering, enthusiastic passion. Like a child who has been deprived of a sweet treat for his entire life, finally receiving the chance to taste it for the first time. This kiss was the result of years of a boyhood crush finally being acted upon.

"So you are a virgin, then..?" Sisko asks, requesting confirmation in a gentle, non-judging tone. "There is no shame in that. Everyone is a virgin, until they're not..."

Luc's cock feels so big jutting into his leg, even through a layer of clothing on both end. The hand on his pectoral is equally forceful; Luc clearly knows what he wants, like a real man. Sisko did not think his goal tonight would be this easy.

"I will stay with you tonight, my prince," Sisko confirms, reaching down to stroke Luc's growing erection, taking its immense length into his firm, skilled hands. "It is what you deserve... a future king must be treated like one, after all... and I am nothing but in service to the throne of Sollia, whoever may sit on it..."

Without a further word, Sisko guides Luc to his bed, and pushes him onto the luxurious mattress, allowing the younger man's inner knees to buckle and bend against the edge. One thing Luc needed to learn tonight? That being on top doesn't mean one is in control.

With Luc's back against the bed, Sisko knows he can finally begin his seduction in earnest. "I have wanted you like this for longer than I should admit, my prince," he says, chuckling to himself as he unfastens his robes, allowing a peek of his hairy, muscular chest to reveal itself as the top comes apart. "Stealing glances of you, watching as you've aged into the handsome young man you've become... imagining what kind of lover you would be—"

One more maneuver, and then Sisko's robes fall completely to the floor, revealing himself to be completely nude underneath. Making his way down to Luc's chambers like this... not an easy feat, but clearly he managed.

In the pale reflection of the Sollian moon, Sisko's short stature only accentuates the thick, pumped muscles of his chest, covered with a hint of dark hair that the lawmaster intentionally keeps trimmed and short for aesthetic purposes. The curviness of his pecs continues downward to his lightly cinched waist, and then to his shapely ass — massive globes of tanned, golden flesh that Sisko himself sculpted to perfection through vigorous exercise. Any man would idealize themselves taking hold of Sisko by the hips, bending him over, and having their way...

And tonight, that man would be Luc.

Now fully nude, Sisko saunters closer to Luc, pulling him up by the scruff of his neck to complete attention. "I will do more than stay in your bed, my prince," he begins, putting a little bit of lusty venom in the boy's title. "I will take your thick, fat cock in my mouth and I will taste your hearty seed, and then—"

A brief silence.

"You will shove your prick inside my greedy little cunt until you've bred me with your first heir. Several times, preferably. Does that sound... amenable?"

[kingdomcrows]

( OLIVER STARK, PANSEXUAL, CIS-MAN & HE/HIM ) — by the grace of the gods, old and new, i present to you LORD RHYDIAN of AMBOISE within the lands of VALTOLIA. the gods have blessed us with their presence for 32 years. many know them to be  CREATIVE, HUMOROUS, & PASSIONATE, and while it is not always shown, it is said they can also be SELF-INDULGENT, EVASIVE, & MISCHIEVOUS. what will their tale in the story of metia be? only they can write it, so let’s see how their legend unfolds.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 / lord rhydian amboise 𝐀𝐆𝐄 / thirty-two years old. 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 / rhy, dian, amboise. 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 / valtolia.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 / 6'4 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 / 210 lbs. 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 / right-handed. 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 / crystalline blue, like the purest version of the sky on the brightest day of the year. 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 / dirty blonde, shorn short, sometimes lets it grow.. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 / seems to be carved from marble.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 / creative, humorous, passionate, thoughtful, playful, relaxed. 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 / self-indulgent, evasive, mischievous, grudge-holding, glutton. 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 / baking, though he'll never announce that publicly, food, wine, sex, parties, people-pleasing. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 / party-poopers, people who value others based on war efforts.

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / pansexual 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / versatile. 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 / breeding, facials, group sex, outdoor sex, risky sex, blindfolds, some bondage, size difference, rough sex ( to some degree ), edging. 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈-𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 / scat, feet, watersports, infantilization.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 / will write more but think ganymede meets a baker meets someone skilled in poisons and disguising them in food.

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[ @poweir sent in: 47. for lucy - ft . dealer's choice. ]

this, if found out, would cause commotion. two crowned princes, laid naked and bare, devouring one another as if the hunger has taken hold to the point that nothing and no one else matters. that's lust, lucealyx thinks, all consuming.

they're both young men, survivors of the war, and destined for the throned. they're allowed to be consumed, allowed to do as they please within reason.

lucealyx's breath hitches as edric pryor, crowned prince of bergia, licks a stripe along the tight rim of his hole. the prince's hand wraps around his cock, hanging hard as stone, between his legs and strokes him as he does it. "fuck." lucealyx moans out low, like his throat is full of gravel. he rolls his hips back, hands fisted into the prince's sheets as he spreads himself open for the prince.

one feast for the other to devour before lucealyx's own hunger gets the best of him.

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the pleasantries were beginning to subside as desire pooled in the pits of their stomach, like a viper ready to strike. when those same thick fingers curl around the bulge in his leathers, the prince of the sun leans into it, pushing against the heated palm of the bergian noble.

but it's the words he says that cause a shiver to spiral down the mountain of his spine, like a stampede of horses over each rivet of bone. still close, nearly chest to chest, lucealyx grabs irwys wrist to pull his hand from his bulge. passersby could most definitely look in and see what might be going on and, while gossip is a foundation of any kingdom, he did not think that either of them would want their names or faces spread around argonia like wildfire.

"follow me." words easily managed now that his guards have gone about their business. the royal envoy of protection is not needed, though he knows they would still be close enough if anything did happen. the prince moves out of the blacksmith's and walks a few shops down before he slips into an alley and goes around the corner. it's well kept, that's always good. one can always judge a kingdom on how their city streets are kept, how the people live.

this time, it's his hand that cups the front of irwys' pants, palming and kneading at the thick bulge that's visible through the strain of leather and fabric. "if i give you my warm throat, you may not last until you can reach my chambers before you want more." it's a promise, not something boastful though it could be seen that way. "but i want it, lord gaunt. pull out your cock for me and let me taste you."

Restraint wasn't a trait Irwys was too familiar with; when surrounded by endless mountains with little to keep you preoccupied from the frigid northern air, it didn't make sense to keep from indulging in temptations so readily available. It seemed Argonia's warm, sunkissed lands differed little in that regard. "It'd be my pleasure to play host to Sollia's warrior prince," Irwys insisted, biting his bottom lip with more force than intended. He wanted so badly to taste Lucealyx's sun-blushed flesh, feel pure, royal blood coarse with excitement under the caress of his hands. The prince matched his firm grip and, against Irwys' expectations, closed the space between them. The Bergian was certain Lucealyx would feel the thunderous beat of his heart and the heat radiate from his groin even through tough leather.

With the cool whisper of words over the shell of his ear, Irwys found the restricting shape of his armour increasingly uncomfortable.

"As an emissary of Bergia, it's my duty to serve Your Highness however you see fit." Their hands separate, and instantly, Irwys cups his hand around the prince's heavy bulge, "As a Gaunt, my cock deserves the pleasure of your warm throat."

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lucealyx can only laugh, smile, and shake his head as andres reveals the common clothes beneath his outer layers. lucealyx should've spotted that, it was an easy thing to notice considering the weather in argonia is tropical. outer layers, heavy or otherwise, don't tend to stay on long unless mages are controlling the temperature. "well then." he gestures toward the prince. "lend me some clothes to wear so we do not have to wait."

once changed, the crowned prince moves toward his brother's window. "i am almost certain you sneak out of the castle like this regularly. nevertheless, follow me." just like he'd done with regulus only a night prior, he opens the window and descends down toward a balcony beneath them, then jumps down to the ground, tucking and rolling to minimize the impact.

when andres is beside him, he throws his arm over his brother's shoulders, pulling him in to plant a kiss on the top of his head, messing up his hair in the motion. "this is your adventure, lead the way. are we staying in the city or attempting to leave it?"

@gildedfates

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to those we serve. the words, along with the smile and the look in irwys' eyes, sends heat rolling through him like a dragon's breath. it spiderwebs through his veins and makes his cock twitch in the leathers of his pants. if he weren't in public, he'd adjust himself as a sign of appreciation, a need to make it a bit more comfortable and roomy in his pants. he doesn't, though.

"perhaps when all this is done, i will see if my father will permit me to travel to your ancestral home and experience true northern hospitality. i do have business with the royal family, i could accomplish both at once." he does feel strange potentially inviting himself to the gaunt's home in bergia, but he decides to think of it more as a sign of interest, tainted by desire and burning with it.

the prince returns the squeeze of irwys' hand and closes what little distance they have between them. he knows that the conversation has most likely been overheard by the blacksmith, though when he looks he notices the man has left his counter. perhaps he's in the back, that would be good.

lucealyx leans forward, lips to irwys' ear. "i have half a mind to take you behind this blacksmith and take you in my mouth, lord gaunt." it's a throaty whisper, like wood crackling in a fire. "or have you on your knees for me, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes of yours." he takes their clasped hands and lowers them between them, allowing irwys' hand to brush against his arousal. "do not continue to tempt me. i only have so much restraint."

"You're so certain I've been deceitful, Your Highness?" he teased, gently so as not to ruin the desire burning in his loins. That wink, the golden man's self-assuredness, tempted Irwys into taking him then and there or perhaps allowing himself to be taken. Both scenarios would play incessantly on his mind until his pursuit of the royal would be met with success.

And in the brief moment Irwys allowed the lust-filled scenarios to dominate his thoughts, Prince Lucealyx offered a proposition of his own; still shrouded in the good manners bred into the royal bloodline, of course. "We're gracious hosts, Your Highness, especially to those we serve." The prince was magnetic, drawing Irwys in like honey to a bear. He peppered their dance with just enough polite conversation to ignite the embers of desire warming the pit of Irwys' belly.

"I would be foolish to decline such an honour." he blinked not once whilst studying and memorising the intricate amber hues running like gold veins through Lucealyx's darker gaze. "I can demonstrate that I'm gifted with many types of shaft." His gaze deliberately wandered southward to the prince's groin, his own pulsing overzealously as they finally touched. Thick, pale fingers wrapped around Lucealyx's offered hand, caressing gently over darker skin before engaging in a firm grip.

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amethyst eyes track the movements of the dagger as it spins between marrik's talented fingers. it's a quick, assured movement. he wonders if it's a method to help him think. if the repetition of it allows him to focus solely on something else while his hands are busy. he understands, somewhat. when he channels his magic, it's as if he can think of endless possibilities all at once and things gain some clarity. maybe that's just him believing that, of course, but it's efficient nevertheless.

"we also must take into account the willingness of the king to open his borders. he must know of what happened to the prince." he sits up now, a little straighter, elbows on his thighs, a hand craddling his chin as he looks toward marrik. "does he not believe one of his houses did it or is he a skilled liar and manipulator to attempt to dissuade us in argonia's participation?" kovider isn't sure which is the worst: a king who has no idea what happens between his people or a king who will lie to himself to justify his means.

a hum vibrates through kovider's throat. he stands, moving to stand in front of marrik. he rests his hands, tentatively, on the witcher's shoulders. "if we must find who that is, it will require less bloodshed than going directly for vypren." his eyes glance at the blade then back to marrik. "we can still begin with them. finding out if they have enemies could give us clear direction to piece together a trail."

Marrik watched the bottle and glasses vanish with a flick of Kovider’s fingers, the casual display of power noted but unremarked upon. He did not doubt the room was spelled - Kovider was careful, precise - but Marrik’s instincts were older than trust, carved into him by the weight of too many knives in the dark.

"No assassin worth their salt leaves a calling card," Marrik agreed, voice low, edged with something contemplative. His fingers resumed their idle work, the dagger rolling between them with the same quiet efficiency as his thoughts. "Which means either Vypren was meant to take the fall, or they thought themselves untouchable."

He had seen it before - pride paving the way to carelessness, to ruin. Houses that played their hands too openly, too arrogantly, expecting name and legacy to shield them from consequence. "If someone wants Vypren gone, they aren’t just testing the water - they’re ready to burn the whole house down." A smirk followed, "The obvious mark is an easy conclusion, and too much relies on coincidence. Every court has their snakes, I'd wager there's another player." Whether they were Argonian, or from elsewhere, remained to be seen. "I'd find who had the most to gain. Argonian or otherwise."

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M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 1.

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M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 2.

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"let's." the crown prince agrees, clinging to shadow to sneak passed opened windows and low hanging balconies until they can weave their way into the themys streets, heading in the direction that regulus pointed them. to say they saw anything when arriving would be an understatement. even walking through the streets upon arrival the crowned prince of sollia saw so much that could capture his attention. bright colors mixed with marbled stone, shops that boasted handcrafted clothes, weapons, trinkets. music still played in the streets, though softer now, as if it's a lullaby to both citizen and foreigner alike.

as they walk he turns his head toward reg, hands tucking into the pockets of his dark trousers. "what did you spot that caught your attention?" he questions, knowing that there's probably a long list of things that reg wants to get up to and in to before the night meets dawn. "or did you spot a man that caught you're eye and you're hoping to find him in one of the taverns?"

it was clear from a young age that regulus wouldn't resign himself to being trapped in a cage. he'd always find ways to escape the castles he was staying in, even when extra measures were made to keep him inside. he wasn't burdened by the responsibilities of his oldest brother who would one day rule over hellfire, nor was he rex who took on the responsibilities of their houses history. he was just supposed to be married off someday to someone.

as the two snuck through the courtyard and past some shrubs, lucealyx was the one who took the lead this time and landed on some grass. regulus didn't hesitate to follow him, landing besides the other and making a mental note of how they would sneak back in later. "i think i saw something in this direction when we first got here," he pointed in one direction towards the city, lights could be seen in the distance. "let's see what themys has to offer."