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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.
 
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