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General RP A Royal Pain (Knight_of_None)

Aiden grinned to himself as his servant finally gave in, giving him exactly what he wanted. The other finished stripping and Aiden's hungry gaze raked over his body, eying his free cock. It disappeared from view, his servant right behind him on the bed. He was quick to slide in, his backside relaxed and lubed up enough to allow him easy access. He purred quietly, a long, drawn-out moan escaping him as the bundle of nerves was struck dead on. "Ah! Yes~ " he hissed from the pleasure. "Good boy," he grinned with a soft laugh, praising his 'brother'.
 
Beckett nuzzles his princes neck his hips moving with full force, striking deep and fast like a feral monster.. "mgh-thank you- my prince-" he mumbled as he slid his hands along his body, his fingers pinching and pulling his princes nipples, his balls slapping against the younger royals "You're-still being punished-" he mumbled as he pushed him harder, driving him glflat on the bed."i-i won't finish inside you-"
 
Aiden loved the closeness, the pressure lying fully on top of him, making him feel small and helpless. The restraints were certainly doing their part on that end. He had to wonder if anyone passing by the room would wonder what the hell was happening inside as Aiden cried out from every strike against his prostate. Luckily, with Beckett's room near the end of the hall, not many passed by, leaving them to play however much they wanted. "Ah~ no, you monster~!" Still, he didn't mind one cumming over his body. Either way, it was totally hot to the devious, lewd prince. In a way, he felt marked. The longer he slammed into that beautiful spot inside of him, the closer he felt. "You're gonna make me cum again~"
 
Beckett flushed as his princes voice rose up, realizing...the prince was quite loud. He moved his hands up, clamping his hand over his mouth to try to muffle him. "Ha-i said silence-" he he said knowing...his prince was soon to be sorely disappointed in his butler. He knew his prince well, loving the release, his own especially, but getting the burst of another's passions always made him seem to feel good. Beckett was going to use that against him. He was being actually punished this time.
 
Aiden groaned behind the hand clamped over his mouth, loving it when his partner silenced him during sex. Whether it was hands, fingers, or even their cock. It didn't take too much longer for the prince to reach that sweet release, spilling his seed on the blankets underneath him. His hips shuddered, Aiden moaning lowly behind the hand. He purred behind it, waiting for the release that he wouldn't be getting spilled anywhere near him.
 
His loyal Beckett was pounding like his body was a drum,chis Habs holding his princes voice as he was pushing him further abd further into the pillows of his bed, Aiden feeling his butlers butlers hard member urgunf and throbbing inside him like crazy. He was pushing the edge, , hisvbody ready to blast the prince full. But as he started to swell, ready to pop- Beckett suddenly snayltched himself from Aidend coiling insides. That was okay. He told him he wasn't going to feel the usual rush of his partner spilling it into him. God Beckett was in hell, his face red, straining not to accidentally leak it all on his masters ass. He swallowed just looking at the landing zone, that pale, comfy, bouncy ass. He shook his head, steeling his resolve aa he moved his hands, flipping the prince back over so he could see him head on. The butlers beautiful form, nimble, lean, agile like a fencer his rapier dark pink abd standing on end, milky pearls forming. Probably irresistible on the princes eyes, though his butler wasn't often one to use his mouth, even though he knew it would feel good, he felt it demeaned the royals lips ...for now. Beckett leaned off the bed, pulling up his handkerchief. Not usual.. he used them to clean up his prince whenever he marked him. "A-are you ready-" He said as he moved slowly closer.
 
Aiden knew the telltale signs his butler was close, ready to spill. Unfortunately not inside, but he would accept anywhere else if not there. His body or his mouth would do just fine, after all the other was trying to silence him. A quiet whine left his lips as his servant pulled out. As he was flipped back over onto his back, the other finishing inside his mouth was a much more likely possibility. His eyes landed on his cock, the beautiful organ, dripping with pre that he wanted to lap up, Aiden slowly licked his lips. He spotted the cloth Beckett often used to clean him afterward, the other not wanting his prince dirty for very long. He nodded, the sultry gaze still there. He wanted him, badly.
 
Beckett looked his prince in those sultry eyes....his cock nearly ejaculated all over that soft face, in that perverted mouth. But as the butlers resolve shook, and the organ jumped, bubbling another pearl, his eyes closed. Opening, his face stern. "I'm sorry my prince." He apologized "but I must stand at my word for your behavior!" He said as he wrapped his member in his cloth, the prince seeing his beloved butlers face soften and his body's tension bleeding away as he started to pump his load into the towel, stealing the satisfaction from him.
 
They were so close, Aiden about to enjoy the other's pleasure, something he was addicted to. Glancing up to his butler's face, he frowned, the apology not sitting well with him. "Don't-- Don't you dare," he warned, tugging at his restraints. Seeing the pleasure envelop his face scratched that part of his brain, but there was a loss without his ejaculation inside of him or covering his body. He couldn't even give him the satisfaction of finishing in his mouth! He glared him down, "Monster." He was quickly forming a plan, some way to get back at him. "I'll get you back for that." He promised, grinning evilly. "Uncuff me. Now."
 
Beckett panted as the afterglow of his release washed through him, leaving him shivering. His eyes soft , his palid face flushing and pink, the liner he wore running gently. "Ha-huh-" he blinked the stars from his eyes at his lords orders. Shivering at the evil in his tone...it nearly made him stiff again. He lifted the towel, approaching and straddling his prince. "I-i had to-" he said as he laid the cloth on his masters chest, the butlers hands framing his face. "You need to stay safe, with me-" he whispered as he caressed his hands down and out along his arm. The manacles unlocked suddenly, the butler sliding his unseen hands with blind skill, picking the lock and storing the hidden tools back in his bedding before his prince ever would be the wiser.
 
The glare hadn't shifted as his servant cupped his face. "Mm? You decided that all by yourself?" He knew the other was born to serve him, his fate was already decided for him. Still, Beckett had a mind of his own. Aiden was also just messing with him. His eyes followed those hands as they went up, disappearing above his head. The cuffs vanished just like that, the prince's hands freed. His hands crawled up his servant's sides, his touches so soft, wanting to give him goosebumps. His hand ran down the front of his chest, to just below his waist, before coming back up. Gripping his servant's face in his hand, he pulled him in for a kiss. With his free hand, he took the sullied cloth and tossed it to the side.
 
"Ofcourse- I am a Lafayette, I must think as well as my charge." He said as he let his prince touch him, the soft princely skin funding his butlers own smooth and welcoming, warm. His his soft touch making his skin tingle with the anticipation, goosebumps tickling over him. As he was pulled in, he kissed his prince, the servant instantly start to fight with their connection, his rapier of a tongue darting in to tide his princes mood .
 
Aiden rolled his eyes, laughing softly as he pulled him in for a kiss.

The rest of the evening and night were quiet, Aiden actually satisfied after laying with Beckett for a while. A few days passed, and Aiden was once again eager for some fun. His Beckett was busy with something, a party of some sort his parents were throwing. He didn't pay much attention as his father announced the event, too busy staring at Beckett and wondering how to get him into bed with him. He could simply ask, but that was too boring!

He stalked after his servant, wondering where he was after the meeting. "Beckett!" He called out as he wandered the halls, taking a turn until he spotted him. "Ah! There you are~! Are you busy~?" No shit he was.
 
Beckett was walking the halls, preparing to head into the ball room for the reception of the diplomats that were coming from the neighboring kingdom. He was to inspect a few things and then set the tableware, among a few other tasks for the event. "Yes, my prince." He said as he breezed by Aiden, though he slowed his stride to let him follow. "But is there something that you require?' He said folding his hands behind his back.
 
Aiden didn't care much for parties, though he wouldn't mind scoping out the event to find a potential lay. He grinned as he approached his servant, leaning in as close as possible to press against his side. He made it a little harder for the other to walk and work, but Aiden didn't care. "No, just you~. I wanna play." He ran a hand down his front, glancing to the side to see if anyone was around to witness what the middle prince was doing to his own butler. Luckily, no one was around.
 
"Egh-my prince-" he flushed gently as he was touched, reaching briefly to try to ward the touch away. He looked around briefly. "I'm busy, I examine the ball room, then set the tables. " He said as he reached to open the doors up, the grandiose gilded room, with high pillars, arching up and forging a dome, the inner workings of it was a Arcane painting, a rendering of the sky above that would shift and mimic the day and night. The stars would ripple and light the room up, igniting like candles and torches. The floor was polished and shining now, the tables rolled out and set up. Beckett pulled ahead, his eyes moving and flicking around, focusing on the room while his Prince was forced to stand aside.
 
Aiden whined softly as the other managed to get away from him. "Does it look like I care? I thought my needs were more important." He pouted, entering the ballroom after Beckett. He was always amazed by the ceiling, how it changed from day to night and those stars making it look as if they had candles set about. The room was looking very nice, both his mother and father would approve. But Aiden didn't care. He leaned against one of the walls, keeping out of the way. "Maybe I'll go find someone else to play with then. Seeing as you're far too busy~" He wouldn't, and yet...

"Maybe I'll find some handsome nobleman. Or... Who was that one guy I almost went away with? Until you showed up." He mused as he lifted from the wall, tapping his chin in thought. "Perhaps one of them would have time for me," he said with a grin, hoping to piss the other off.
 
The pacing butler looked over his shoulder. "That will no sate you. He's short where you like it most." He said with a faint smirk as he walked further, the butler giving a small bow forward, seeming to be inspected the feast table. He bent forward, his pants lining nicely, dressed today in a light green suit, the usual filigree changed to match and coordinate. The princes eyes drawn oh so naturally to his butler, how good he looked from the back as well as the front. The cut of them accented by silver thread lined pockets. Begging for the princes hand while his butler clearly played hard to get.
 
"...Hey! How do you know that?" He narrowed his eyes, watching his butler move about the grand room. He moved closer, not liking what he had said. "I don't think I've given you permission to run off fucking others." He stated, a wandering hand moving to his butler's backside, groping him. He looked so good in his suit, handsome, and made up so well. He couldn't take his eyes off of him, using the distraction of setting things up to cop a feel.
 
"Oh? I need your premissions? You never told me as such before. I'll have to send some letters." He jabbed gently, toying with that jealously he sensed so easily. His fingers brushed over the table, gently examining the structure, dictating the placement of the plates. Beckett jumped slightly as he felt his prince groped him, flushing a little to himself but he smirked briefly. "Luca?" He said teasingly without looking back.
 
"It should have been obvious." He shook his head, sliding his hand into that back pocket, groping the flesh. Ugh, Luca?! "Remind me I have to murder my brother later," he said lowly beside the other's ear. The bastard just had to share his servant. "Maybe I'll have you tied up. Forced to watch someone else please me. Maybe Luca wouldn't mind?" He groped a little harder before stepping back, actually considering grabbing his brother. He acted as if he was going to leave.
 
As he groped him harder, the butler faintly chewed his lip. "Mm-" he pulled back, standing up right slowly. "You couldn't tie me up if your tried." He teased back leaning forward. "Unless my lord has been practicing his knots without my help?" He said reaching up to pinch his cheek playfully without anyone looking. "Luca has been tended to plenty, I don't think he's got enough in him." Beckett needled on as he waved a finger tapping it on the table to have silverware laid out and polished. He stepped around the prince, walking to the smaller sets.
 
He had gotten some reaction out of the other. He was growing frustrated as nothing else had been working. Fucking hell, he hoped the other was just trying to rile him up with all that Luca talk. As his servant moved over to the silverware, he came up behind him again, wrapping his arms around his waist, his hand moving further down. He made sure no one could see, his back to everyone else, as he groped him from the front. "Play with me- now. Don't make me repeat myself a third time," he warned.
 
As Beckett was jumped on, he raised his hands slightly, feeling his princes hands groping down the front of his pants. "Heh! oh- you don't want to do what?" He said smirking, his hips moving, wiggling against the prince. He could slip out, but wrestling, or pushing him would be unsightly. His butler flushed a bit pink, his red braid flicking. He smelled of sweet perfumes, a fruity, zesty smell, like citrus fruits. "I must work-"
 
Aiden grinned as he caught his servant by surprise. He nuzzled into the crook of his neck, licking up to his ear where he nipped at the lobe. He tried to stroke him through his pants, wanting to rile him up instead. "God, you smell so good. My tasty Beckett."

Luca had been walking through the halls, pausing as he passed by the ballroom and catching his brother harassing Beckett. He entered the room, pausing just behind them, arms folded across his chest. "Aiden," he called out gently, laughing quietly to himself seeing his brother freeze up.

Aiden had stilled, cursing softly to himself. His cursing grew a little louder feeling a hand grip the back of his shirt's collar, trying to pull him away. "No, Luca! Fuck off!" He refused to budge at first, quickly realizing he may end up hurting Beckett with all the tugging. He let go and tried to pull away, Luca's grip still firm on his shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Beckett. Is this brat bothering you?" Luca asked, holding on strong as Aiden tried to escape.
 
Beckett wipped his neck, flushing a bit as he turned around, shifting and bowing towards the elder prince. "My lord, he is..." He glanced to Aiden. "Trying to play a mere game-" he said looking to Luca, smiling to him. He approached closely. "He's in a mood I think" he said as be leaned to Luca, shifting a bit in tip toe to reach his ear. He pressed faintly, his front bumping against the older prince, pressing his bulge against him playfully.
 
Luca gave a nod of acknowledgment to the other's show of respect. "Oh?" He held his arm out, moving Aiden a little out of the way as Beckett moved closer to whisper in his ear. He grinned, feeling the other's excitement. He cupped the other's cheek with his free hand, his thumb gently rubbing against his cheek. "I see," he mused, looking back over to his brother. "Aiden, are you not pleasing our Beckett?"

"Our?!" Aiden scowled, trying to reach Luca with an outstretched hand, the distance between them proving his attempt to grab him useless. "Bastard! He's mine."

Luca tsked, shaking his head. "Aiden~ You need to learn to share."
 
Beckett gently pulled his handkerchief to dab his face, his flushing dying down. "My Princes- please! No need to be to loud over such things." He said hiding a grin. He cleared his throat. "I must work." He said folding it away, looking between the brothers, his eyes resting a bit between them. "Can I trust you two to behave when I turn my back?" He teased
 
"You don't have to worry about me. Aiden, on the other hand..." Luca released his hold on his brother's shirt, carefully watching him.

"Well I don't know, if you fuck me then maybe I'll behave." Aiden smoothed out his shirt, crossing his arms over his chest.

Luca shook his head, "Would you like me to lock him away so you can get some work done?" He grinned as Aiden cursed at him. "We could always tie him up, make him our centerpiece for the party..." God, he loved his brother's angry reactions!
 
"I don't know my prince, I give you so much attention, perhaps that's why Prince Aiden is so needy. I've been spoiling you because you have no interest in your Maid." He teased as he looked to Luca. He glanced to his prince proper. "You don't behave either way-" he teased as he turned about to lay the table cloth over it. He smoothed it over lightly, leaning forward on purpose now, his posture carrying him. "You're greedy-"
 
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