Having a bit of company during an activity he enjoyed a lot was a blessing. Out that night, in the dark corner they had picked to spy on the actors rehearsing, Owen wasn't a prince or a king. He was simply a man with a heavy heart and a passion for the arts. He knew Dorian was probably the same, considering it wasn't the first time their paths crossed when it came to appreciating the culture of their beautiful city.
"Then, as your king, I have an order for you," Owen said, invading Dorian's personal space a little as he lowered his voice. They didn't want to be caught, did they? "And that order is... Forget I am royalty. Today I am merely a friend who loves art just as much as you. Could you do that for me, Dorian?"
Oscar's breath hitched when suddenly felt Owen so close - invading his space until the taller man's breath could be felt tickling his skin, heart racing that only got more intense when the man claimed he had an order for him - arousal building at the mere thought, tongue flicking past pretty lips and swallowing thickly.
"Well...far be it from me to deny the order directly from king" He managed to say, eyes fluttering and head tilted up. "But may I ask, depending on my behaviour here today...will I be punished tomorrow for my actions today?" He murmured, daring to be bold and perhaps a little bit of a naughty brat in this moment. "After all there is much I could if you do not have the power of a king, so I simply wonder...will there be punishment from the king come tomorrow?"

























