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The moonlight is fading fast by the time Joris steps through the doors, locking it securely behind him.
The Royal Vizier sighs, leaning against the doorframe, watching as the servants file out.
The Treasure awaits him, refreshed and languid atop silken sheets. A blindfold still secure over his steel-gray eyes despite the number of visitors he’s had this evening.
“I can hear you thinking,” the Treasure, his royal highness Ama, says dryly. “Whomever you are.” One pale hand beckons, “Are you my last this evening?”
Joris swallows, a flush rising to his cheeks as the kingdom’s Treasure shifts, exposing still damp thighs, a splash of gleaming pink between his legs.
“I am, highness,” Joris says at length.
Ama stills, then smiles brightly, “I’d heard that one of father’s advisors had won a slot. I trust that you’ve come to claim your prize, Joris.”
Joris laughs softly, “A lovely prize it is, highness,” he strides to the bed, removing his clothing as he does, settling atop the Treasure with a soft grunt.
“Do you know how often I’ve heard that tonight?” Ama says, “Oh what a lovely cunt you have, your highness, oh how tight you are, such sweet sounds you make, your highness, how beautiful you look covered in my seed.”
Joris can’t help the groan that escapes him at the thought of this lovely prince covered in his kingdom’s spend, white seed gleaming against paler skin.
“You were thinking something similar, weren’t you,” Ama says.
“You’re our Treasure,” Joris says, nudging his cock through Ama’s pink folds, “It is our honor to spill our seed into you.”
“Mmm.” Ama sighs, “oh, you’re-ha-,” he squeaks as Joris pushes in. “Oh, you are so-mmm-big.”
“Not too much?” Joris asks.
“No,” Ama says after a moment, “Fuck, I’ll not be able to look you in the face at meetings after this.”
Joris laughs again, “Mmm, I’ll have the same problem, I think. You’re taking my cock so well, my prince. Might not be able to take my time with you.”
Ama whines, “You could always find me later, take your time then.”
That sends bolt of heat right down to Joris’s cock and he very nearly spills.
“That is a dangerous proposition, my prince,” he groans.
“Don’t care,” Ama says flippantly, “move now, please. You’re my last so you can stay until dawn. You can take me again later. I want it rough, everyone has been so gentle with me, it’s maddening.”
“How rough, my prince?” Joris asks, leaning down to suck a pink nipple into his mouth, savoring Ama’s gasp as his beard scratches the sensitive skin.
“Bite, claw, leave marks, rough as you can,” Ama moans, “I want to be limping for days because of you.”
His cunt clenches around him and Joris growls, “Be careful what you wish for, little prince.”
“Use me,” Ama begs, “Use me for your pleasure, Joris. Please.”
His voice cracks at the end.
Joris abandons his plans to fuck him first, pulling out.
“Joris?”
“If you want rough, boy, you’ll get it soon enough,” Joris growls before he bites down into the tender flesh of Ama’s thigh, resulting a high squeak that trails off into a moan when Joris finds his weeping cunt.
It is the work of a moment to nestle his face between those gleaming folds, savoring the taste as he sucks at the delicate pearl that will undo his sweet prince.
The hitching moans and hands clutching at his hair tells him that he’s doing well to bring Ama to a peak.
But Joris doesn’t let him come, not yet. He pauses, hiding a smile into Ama’s quivering thigh.
“You’re not moving,” Ama groans.
“Patience, boy,” Joris says, hearing the soft inhale at the word, “Let me enjoy taking you apart.”
Ama trembles.
Joris works two fingers into the prince’s dripping cunt, relishing in the clench of his walls around him. “So greedy, my prince.”
“Mmmm-mmm!” Ama pants, “More, Joris!”
“Say please,” Joris purrs.
“Please, Joris,” Ama cries, “please, I want your whole hand.”
“You want it where?” Joris prompts, because seeing the Treasure whining and panting on just two fingers is doing wonderful things for his ego.
“Ahh,” his prince gasps, “I-I want your hand in my cunt. I want you to touch me, take me apart for your enjoyment, and I want you to start right now.”
Joris smiles, there’s the royal command, even on his back and blindfolded, Ama can still order him around.
“Ordering me around, boy?” he asks, just to tease.
“Yes,” Ama says, voice firm, though his body is trembling, “I am.”
“Good boy,” Joris says, “not letting me forget my place.”
The whine that Ama makes has Joris harder than he’s ever been.
“Shhh,” he murmurs, sliding the fullness of his hand into that drenched and beautiful cunt, “easy, boy.”
The prince takes him in, smooth and tight, clenching down.
“Good boy,” Joris praises, “so good for me. Taking my hand so well, just stretching you out for my cock. Such a good boy. You’ll take my cock again soon enough.”
Ama groans, hips bucking upwards as his climax takes him, and Joris leans down to taste the sweetness gushing over his hand, savoring.
The prince is panting when Joris draws back.
“On your front, boy,” he orders softly, ‘I’m not done with you yet.”
“Thank the Goddess,” Ama says, turning over, bracing on his forearms as he draws his legs up, almost presenting himself in a way. The pale expanse of his back is unmarked, a blank canvas. Perfect for Joris to mar with his hands or teeth.
Joris lines himself up, sinking into that sacred warmth with a groan. Ama makes a choked noise.
“Easy, sweet boy,” Joris murmurs as Ama whimpers under him, “I’ve got you.”
“-Just a different angle,” Ama pants, “-mm ready.”
“Are you?” Joris asks, pressing kisses to his spine, body taut as a drawn bowstring, “if you need a minute...”
“What I need is you to fuck me,” Ama snaps.
“So needy,” Joris says, taking a moment to run his free hand up the prince’s neck, tangling in his pale hair and pulling, “and yet I’m the one in control here, my prince.”
Ama swears, a string of curses that Joris is quite sure that he’d learned from the 1st Prince when his older sibling deigned to visit the capital. Given that he’d heard worse from Prince Jadis even before he’d left on campaign.
“Such a mouth on you, boy,” Joris clucks his tongue, “maybe we’ll put it to good use elsewhere once I’ve finally filled that royal womb of yours.”
Ama groans something unintelligible.
“Yes, my prince?” Joris asks, setting a steady pace as he thrusts deep, pulling Ama’s head back with every retreating snap of his hips,“what was that?”
Ama groans.
“Harder,” he pleads, almost on the edge of tears, panting, “-harder.”
“With my hand or my cock?” Joris asks, tugging at his hair.
“Mmm-yes!” Ama gasps.
“That wasn’t an answer, sweet boy,” Joris says, slowing his pace, letting his cock slip free, rubbing slick against Ama’s lovely ass, half caught between his cheeks.
“I want both! I want to be fucked senseless!”
“Greedy little prince,” Joris says with a smile, “thank you for clarifying.”
His prince hardly has time to retort before Joris is sinking back into him, earning a choked sob with a vicious yank of his lovely pale hair.
“Is this what you wanted?” Joris asks, relishing how Ama clenches around him, trembling with every thrust.
“Yes, Gods, yes!”
The next climax is sudden, Ama crying out, a breathless exaltation, and he drags Joris over that edge with him.
Joris groans as he spills inside his prince, feeling him tremble even as the seed drips out to stain the sheets.
“Good boy,” he murmurs and hears the soft hum of agreement, “we’ll pick this up in the morning, alright?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Ama says softly, “Thank you, Joris.”
“My pleasure, sweet boy.”