As You Wish - The Way Of It
Title: As You Wish - The Way Of It
Pairing/Characters: I'm too embarrassed to name the characters. Let's just say I don't own them.
Warnings: NC-17
Notes: Requested by
muerti, who wanted to see these two together.
“My prince.” He never, ever said those words in public. He was unable to say them without the edge in his voice, without making them sound like worship.
He had his hand firmly around the prince’s cock, slowly twisting his hand up and down the shaft. His eyes were steadily fixed on the face below his, taking in every line, each change of expression.
The prince’s eyes were closed, and every panting breath was almost a moan. His head was tilted slightly to the side and his hands were flung over his head, resting on silk sheets.
When the prince said “Now” it was a whisper, little more than an exhale. But he heard. He stopped his hand, knelt before the prince, held strong legs up and back, and pushed forward with one sudden, deliberate movement.
The prince cried out, his hands clutching fistfuls of silk.
The warrior leaned forward, those legs pressed against his chest, to kiss an exposed neck, a tempting cheek. Still, the prince’s face was tilted away, his eyes shut. He winced and his breath caught as he came, his legs shaking in the warrior’s hold.
He pulled out and the prince moved, lowered his mouth to the aching cock before him. It wasn’t long before the warrior threw his head back, gasped as his orgasm slammed through him.
He held him close, listened to the prince’s whispers of love.
It was always wrong. But the words “My prince” left him no choice. They were always followed by “As you wish.”
Pairing/Characters: I'm too embarrassed to name the characters. Let's just say I don't own them.
Warnings: NC-17
Notes: Requested by
muerti, who wanted to see these two together.
“My prince.” He never, ever said those words in public. He was unable to say them without the edge in his voice, without making them sound like worship.
He had his hand firmly around the prince’s cock, slowly twisting his hand up and down the shaft. His eyes were steadily fixed on the face below his, taking in every line, each change of expression.
The prince’s eyes were closed, and every panting breath was almost a moan. His head was tilted slightly to the side and his hands were flung over his head, resting on silk sheets.
When the prince said “Now” it was a whisper, little more than an exhale. But he heard. He stopped his hand, knelt before the prince, held strong legs up and back, and pushed forward with one sudden, deliberate movement.
The prince cried out, his hands clutching fistfuls of silk.
The warrior leaned forward, those legs pressed against his chest, to kiss an exposed neck, a tempting cheek. Still, the prince’s face was tilted away, his eyes shut. He winced and his breath caught as he came, his legs shaking in the warrior’s hold.
He pulled out and the prince moved, lowered his mouth to the aching cock before him. It wasn’t long before the warrior threw his head back, gasped as his orgasm slammed through him.
He held him close, listened to the prince’s whispers of love.
It was always wrong. But the words “My prince” left him no choice. They were always followed by “As you wish.”