General RP A Royal Pain (Knight_of_None)

As the middle prince was slightly shorter than his servant, he couldn't exactly intimidate him. He was still having fun with the little act his love was putting on. "Yes, and I can't stand it." Truly, he didn't like it, but he couldn't deny his brother the release he may need. Experiencing it himself, Aiden wouldn't put him through that. As much as he would hate it...! "You're beautiful and I just... want you." He leaned in for a light peck on his cheek, skirting around doing anything perverse so he wouldn't get punished.
 
As he leaned up for the kiss, Becketts finger pressed over the princes soft, supple lips, denying him even such a simple act. His hand was smooth as the finest silk, warm. He slid his princes advance with a fluid slip of his arm, stepping from the other side. "Then you shall long for me further." He whispered in the princes ear. "Until you dream of me-" he hissed playfully, Becketts act breaking to nip the princes ear lobe once while he was still reeling.
 
A soft finger stopped him from even the smallest of kisses on his cheek. Ahh, he wanted those sweet fingers to do so much more to him. His love moved right past him, Aiden letting him as he moved his arms down to his sides. He swallowed, loving it when his love whispered in his ear, it always gave him chills. The nip to his ear made him grin and he turned, grasping the other by the shoulder to pull him in for a kiss. He couldn't help it, he always wanted his Beckett.
 
Beckett chuckled as his master grasped him, knowing he had pressed his prince into jumping at him. He allowed him to turn him, watching him come closer. He let him land the kiss, holding onto his shorter princes shoulders. A second, two, three- to let the princes fix only feed into his addictions. Then Beckett pushed him back, forcing them to part. "Hah-How dare you!" Beckett huffed as he stepped further back, looking scandalized, moving to the door forcing it open to stalk out.
 
Aiden felt successful as his sweet Beckett didn't stop them from kissing... until he pulled away, seemingly offended. Still part of his act, he hoped. He let him leave, Aiden was about to follow until he remembered he was still very much naked. He went to grab a towel and dried off before redressing in what he came in with. He tried to be quick to follow after his love, though he suspected he would no doubt return to his room. Once fully dressed he followed after, refusing to leave his love alone, for now. "Oh, Beckett~" he called out as he reached him.
 
As the prince came out, chasing the butler , the elusive Beckett was always a step ahead. It wasn't unusual, things seemed to just flow about him, his ability to manuver and weave as elegant as a Dancer. However he would slip oh so easily into his room, standing at the door as Aiden would approach it. His butler smiled playfully, closing it before the prince could get at him and locking it up. "Not yet~"
 
Even when Aiden thought he would catch his Beckett, the other was quicker. At first, he didn't mind not being able to catch him, though as he stood in his doorway, preventing the prince from entering, he could only pout. "Hey~" he called out lightly, the door closing in his face. "Then I shall wait out here for my beloved~!" Shaking his head, he leaned against the wall right beside the door.
 
Beckett couldn't help but laugh at his princes dedication to lurk and chase him. "Return to your room- I'll be there shortly." He said as he opened his wardrobe, sifting through his things and bed clothing. "Get ready for bed and I'll see that you are bid goodnight-" he teased as he slipped out his night clothes.
 
"Ooh, I can't sleep with my servant?" He teased, putting some emphasis on the word sleep. "Fine, fine. Hurry back to me." He hummed happily, walking back to his room which wasn't very far, some doors down. He smiled gently seeing some night clothes had been left out for him to change into. He stripped from his clothing once more, slipping the night ones on. He then climbed into bed, awaiting his love to return.
 
As the prince climbed into his bed, the cushions and pillows embracing him, the plush toy that was set at the head of his head squeaking against him. A stuffed doll that was made long ago when the Prince was able to call upon a craftsman, a handmade little Beckett that he kept in those lonelier night. The settling prince would see the door open, a servant entering...not Beckett- to simply see the princes candles were snuffed. In the ambient shadows, left alone for the moment again, the door buffeted lightly, not even creaking as it usually did, shutting with a faint hiss...the prince suddenly felt a pressure on the bed, ever so lightly. "Are you awake my prince?" He heard his butler whisper, the princes eyes adjusting, making out more of his beloved. He was draped in a dark sheer silk, his soft hand sliding out to brush the princes hair from his face.
 
Feeling the little plush of his Beckett against his side had him shifting to not squish the poor thing. He tilted, pulling it out from under him, and held it close as he got into bed. He perked up as the door opened, deflating as it wasn't his Beckett. He gave a nod, thanking them, wondering if Beckett would actually show up. He decided to lay down and curl up, holding the plush close as he was suddenly missing the other.

He didn't hear the door creak, it opening silently. He then felt something, pressure, the middle prince quickly relaxing hearing that sweet voice. "Yes, get over here~" he grinned, leaning into that soft hand, his own reaching out to pull the beauty toward him. God, he looked so good!
 
"Oh- in reprint of Little Beckett?' He teased as he shifted closer, the beautiful butler pausing over him, the clouds parting, the full moon blossoming soft pale light over Beckett as he loomed over him. The sheer black silk framed him, lave like design along the hem, the cuffs, , underneath were simply black trunks, perhaps for modesty, perhaps simply to keep from creeping about in such a way that would gain him...too much suspicion. His hair wasn't braided as usual, drapping over his shoulders. He leaned closer. "He's too innocent for such a display" he jested. Beckett had exposed the doll to Aidens desperate desires so many times. More than one occasion, Aiden would probably have been holding onto it while he was getting fucked.
 
"Ah! Little Beckett is fine! He can handle anything." He grinned, letting the beauty hover over him. "God..." He would be a broken record, repeating how beautiful his love was. His eyes slowly scanned over his form, taking in every inch of him, as his hands slowly ran over his body. "Don't worry. Just, stay with me." He had the other lay beside him as Aiden turned to face him, snuggling close. Little Beckett was behind him, luckily far enough not to get accidentally squished. He ran his fingers through soft locks, gently petting him.
 
Beckett flushed gently as he laid with his prince, the butlers legs shifting, tangling with his lords, his hands reached and stroking his back, using his nails to ever so softly scrape and and sooth him as they cuddled. He closedchis eyes as his prince pet him, his silky hair addicting to the touch. "Mm-i will stay with my prince-" he said gently. "Both of us shall"
 
He felt truly at peace, tangled and curled up with his love, petting his hair and stroking his soft skin. He really needed to join Beckett in those baths if they made him this soft and touchable. "Heh, maybe... I'll get a Little Aiden made for you, so you can sleep with him at night." Just like he did, allowing his love to sleep in peace while being with him. "Maybe I'll let them use some of my hair to make it - so I'm always with you." He laughed softly, snuggling into his neck, enjoying the closeness and warmth. He could fall asleep right then and there, the prince beginning to tire.
 
"Oh? You'll make me a little prince for when I'm all lonely and needy?" He whispered playfully, his gentleness urging the prince deeper and deeper into the embraces of the night. His fingers caressing down his back, his lips softly kissing his cheeks. "I would love to have you close by...."
 
"Mhm!" He hummed happily, thinking about where his Little Beckett was made. He would go back to them to make a Little Aiden for his love. Pressed close to Beckett, the other touching him so gently, he could feel himself getting quite drowsy. "You have me," he said softly, wrapping an arm around him to keep him close. "But he'll be there, too. In case I'm not." He pressed a light kiss to his forehead and cheek, nuzzling into him, eventually falling asleep.
 
As the Prince started fall asleep, dragged into the dreaming world, Beckett would oet him gently, watching over him until he himself fell asleep. He however was a scheduled sleeper, waking consistently and easily at the early hours...normally he woukd have to wake, dress, and come to wake his lord...but as he was simply there...he stirred and looked down his prince, his hands sliding underneath thick sheets to see if his master needed tending, slithering from his arms to vanish under the sheets.
 
Aiden enjoyed sleeping in. When his servant would enter and attempt to wake him, he would whine, refusing. Even if he needed to tend to things somewhere around the palace - he could keep them waiting, he didn't care. Morning came and Aiden was fast asleep. He didn't stir, even when his love felt if he was hard; he wasn't, not yet.

His tight grip around Beckett had loosened as he slept, allowing him to slip under the sheets. Just by feeling those soft hands touching him would the prince's cock awaken, excited and wanting to play with his love. His body knew Beckett, even when asleep. It easily perked up, greeting him with a small twitch.
 
Aiden's body shuddered as the pleasure began building from the stroking. He squirmed lightly, the movements picking up some as that heat wrapped itself around his cock. His body was no stranger to pleasure, a hand already reaching down, looking for locks to grab onto. His hold was weak, still fast asleep. He barely held on, his fingers spreading through that fiery softness.
 
Becketts tongue danced slowly around his lord, swirling and tasting him all over. His lips sealing around him , soft pressure surrounding him, bobbing his way downward in slow and steady drags. His mouth sucking ,his fingers rubbing whatever else he needed. Though, he didn't need leave much, able to take his prince entirely. His eyes half closed as his hair was grabbed, feeling the soft grip, his body thrilling ever so slightly that his master was searching for him even in hus sleep. His tongue cushioned underneath his shaft, cupping and curling around it.
 
The movements were slow yet enough to have the prince shift, moving to lie on his back. Another hand reached down to join his other to grip at his hair or his head, anything to receive more pleasure. "Nn... B-Beckett~?" He began to awaken, his hands moving deliberately now, forcing his servant's head down. "Fuck, fuck, Beckett!" He bit at his lower lip, trying to quiet himself. A hand quickly left his head to clamp over his mouth as another wave of pleasure struck him, that talented tongue knowing how to bring him to his climax. He wasn't there quite yet.
 
As Beckett was forced down...his throat opening up and wrapping around his prince without even a flinch, or real gag. He 'choked' himself, squeezing and drooling slowly, letting the experience shoot lust through him like electricity. His lips kissed his masters base, his tongue wiggling and working ans he pulled up, , flicking his tip, teasing the hole . Beckett's own hard on was rubbing against his lords feet now, that deliberate shove only making the butler eye his prince with hot desire. He wasn't opposed to letting his prince get a little rough with him either, or getting excited. He kissed his princes tip briefly, before dropping back to business, his pace now much faster, much more lewd and wet, abandoning his classy attitude to lay the good stuff on Aiden.
 
Legs spreading further, he shoved his head down more, letting up some as he wanted to let him move. It felt far too good to stop him, to control those movements. He could feel that hard on against his foot, Aiden rubbing against it, teasing his beautifully hot servant. Those damn sounds he made, Aiden could cum just from them alone. It was unlike the proper, serious servant, though Aiden knew what he was capable of. Only he got to see that side of his love.

As Beckett went back down on him, Aiden brought the hand over his mouth to grip those soft locks, forcefully pushing him down. He let his hips thrust, bucking into the wet cavern. He abandoned teasing his servant's cock with his foot, focusing on his own pleasure for but a moment longer. A few more thrusts from his hips and sucking from that mouth, Aiden released with a silent cry, his seed filling his servant's mouth. He bucked a few more times before limply lying there. His fingers gently curled and petted his hair as he came down from his high.
 
As Beckett held still, keeping his seal, not a drop escaping his mouth while his prince unleashed his seed. His hips moved under the sheets while the prince was lit up with his high, Beckett shaking his ass slowly despite himself. He slowly pulled back, leaving his prince spotless and shiny as he pulled back with a soft 'pop'. He enjoyed his princes flavor, his hands petting him, he opened his mouth briefly, letting Aiden see his seed for a moment...then slowly lulled his head back, swallowing it back with a audible gulp. He shivered and opened his mouth , sticking out his tongue again to show his devotion, ready to get feed more if his prince wanted to enjoy his mouth. Perhaps the only time his prince would have to decide whether or not to push himself into his butler.
 
His love swallowed him down completely and Aiden couldn't hide the moan. It was so hot-- his love was so hot, so beautiful. He wanted him so badly. Aiden glanced down, watching his love as he popped off of him, a shuddering breath escaping seeing his seed on his tongue one moment, gone the next as Beckett swallowed it down. "Fuck-" he groaned, lazily sitting up to climb over his love, shoving him down. Hovering over him, he pressed their lips together, finding his flavor lingering on his tongue. He hummed in the kiss, moaning. "Let me return the favor," he whispered, knowing his servant wouldn't let him blow him. His hand snaked down, slipping inside those little shorts, wrapping his fingers around him to squeeze and stroke.
 
"Mm~my prince- I couldn't dare let you lower yourself in such a way-" he said as his prince grasped onti him, his stroking telling the prince easily how tstiff his butler was. He was as stiff as steel, heat coursing from him. "That would be too much-" he said as he enjoyed his touch, leaning up and kissing his prince again to keep sharing the flavor.
 
"Nonsense. I'm told I give good head. Though, probably not as good as you-" he grinned. He rubbed his thumb over the weeping tip, spreading the pre around to slick him up as he stroked him. "I wanna taste you. You won't give your prince that?" He truly wasn't asking for much! He eventually broke the kiss, his lips trailing down, kissing and licking along his skin as he removed the silk, getting it out of his way to kiss along his skin. He captured a nipple between his lips, licking and sucking, his fingers tweaking the other. He pulled his mouth away, sucking on the skin here and there, hoping somewhere he would leave a little bruise, a temporary reminder he was there. Lifting slightly, he pulled the shorts off of his love, before tossing them to the side. Leaning back down, he kissed along his abdomen, moving closer to his hardness, teasingly so.
 
As the prince ventured downward, opening up his butlers robe, the beautiful body of his servant , lean ,lithe muscle on display, his suckling and kissing leaving soft red marks in their wake. After he was stripped of of his underwear, he reached out, grabbing onto his hair. "I-I- what are you doing?" He mumbled as if he was confused. His cock was throbbing, the veins visible, the beastly thing twitching tye lower he got. "You-you shouldn't-" He said as he tried to wrestle his urges.
 

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