Fantasy RP Crown of Desire

[BlueBird]

Manson lightly chuckles, "Then what's the point of agreeing when you're not convinced?" Manson said getting off the chair and walking towards Justin.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin grins slightly, “I can agees with your point, but not be convinced that it’ll actually be worth my while to do whatever you want me to do for you, Prince.” Okay, and maybe he was throwing some sass in there, but he would give it his all. Teasing and sass were his specalty, but he was still also curioius why this man thought Justin should do what the prince wanted.

 

[BlueBird]

"Then how can I make it worth your while to do as I please Justin ?" Manson asked arching his eyebrow

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

JUstin huffed, crossing his arms, “Convice me. Tell me what you want from me, i don’t care how you do it so long as you don’t touch me.” He tilts his head slightly, his dark blue eyes flashing slightly darker for a moment.

 

[BlueBird]

"I already told you what I want with you, I want to enjoy your presence in my bed." Manson said with a sigh, "Is it that hard to understand?"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin rolls his eyes, ”You’re not getting what I mean. I mean-“ He sighs sheavily.

“Oh, fine. I’ll do it.” He crosses his arms, a pout on his face, “But I get something from you if I don’t like it.”

 

[BlueBird]

Manson chuckled at Justin pouting, "And what would that be?" Manson said as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin’s gaze landed on the prince’s Fingers and he shrugs, “I haven’t thought that far yet.”

 

[BlueBird]

Manson finished undoing his shirt and pulled Justin closer to him by his waist and gently placed his lips on his moving him towards the bed slowly.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin closes his eyes, his hands drifting to the princes chest, “What, got nothing else to say. . ?” He mumbles, lightly tracing his fingers down the man’s chest and to his abdomen.

 

[BlueBird]

"I did but I decided that actions speak far louder thank words." He whispered against his ear before he started to place kisses along his neck.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin laughs, tilting his head to the side slightly, “So you’re not going to say anything to me?” He asks, sliding his hands around the other’s sides and up his back.

“That might make this rather boring if you’re going to be silent the whole time.” He teases, shivering at the first kiss to his neck and then relaxes blowing out a soft breath.

 

[BlueBird]

Manson let out an airy laugh against his neck, "I won't be silent but then again neither will you by the time we get to the interesting things." He said as he moved the hands on his waist to his lower back and moved closer to the bed.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin pulls his head back slightly to look at him, staring at him for a moment and then huffing a laugh, “I’m never quiet. I thought you would have picked up on that. I’m always making some sort of sound.” He pulls his hands back and then loops his arms around the princes neck.

”But do, please, get me how even noisy you want~” He grins.

 

[BlueBird]

Manson picks Justin up and gets on the bed and grins, "Don't worry I will." He said as he took off Justin's shirt and went back to kissing and lightly nipping his neck. His right hand trailed down to his chest then lightly moved his hand down to his ass.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin laughs softly, tipping his head back, allowing for more access to his neck for the prince to kiss and nip. He feels his hand on his ass and huffs another laugh, shifting his hips back and pushing his ass into the other’s hand.

 

[BlueBird]

Manson tightly grabbed his ass and started moving his hand towards his asshole and moved one of his fingers to get a feel of his tight hole. He moves away from his neck and catches his lips in a passionate kiss.

"You find this humorous?" Manson murmured against his mouth

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin shivers, his hands grip the princes shoulder. “Maybe-“ He mumbles, keeping still.

 

[BlueBird]

"Well then I guess we'll have to make things a little more interesting." Manson slightly growls as he pushed his middle finger into his asshole.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He gasps softly, wincing slightly at the dry sting in his ass. He bites down on his lower lip, looking up at Manson. “I didn’t say- say it wasn’t interesting. . .” He mumbles, his blue eyes seeming darker.

 

[BlueBird]

"Enough talking~" Manson said as he kissed Justin passionately as he continued to slowly thrust his finger into his ass

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justing gasps softly at the motion, leaning back slightly and staring up at Manson before leaning back in and kissing him. He groans softly at the movement of the prince’s finger, “Can’t-“ He huffs softly, pulling back again.

”Something- make it smoother-?” He mumbles.

 

[BlueBird]

Manson paused, "I should have some lube somewhere..." He mumbled as he looked in his nightstand, "Found it.." He said slowly taking his finger out off Justin'd ass and coating it in the lube.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin watches, his breath heavy. He looks up at Manson's face, swallowing and then away. He was t quite sure what he was doing. . . But, it felt good. He nuzzles his face into the other's neck, kissing softly

 

[BlueBird]

Manson grinned as Justin kissed his neck he held him closer to his body as he put his finger back into his tight opening slowly. He lightly gripped Justin's hair as he slowly thrusted his finger into his ass.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He gasps softly at the sensation, biting down on his lip. He shifts his hips slightly, kissing the Prince's neck again, his fingers lightly pressing into the mabs shoulders.

 

[BlueBird]

Manson pulled Justin closer to him and growled softly at Justin kissing his neck. He moved his finger faster into the servants opening and nibbled on his ear.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Justin‘s mouth pressed harder aganst the prince’s neck and he moans softly against the skin there, “Highness—“

 

[BlueBird]

"Are you enjoying yourself Justin?" Manson said in a low voice as he continued to move his finger at a faster pace.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He nods into the man’s neck, “M-mhm. . .” His hips shift, grinding down harder on that finger.