nsfw sideblog

and like hit me when i mess up?

It's also a joke when she tells you to sit, to shake, to lie down and let her rub your belly.

you keep saying, stop hitting me. i don't like this. i can't take any more. i don't want it. please stop, it hurts. but, i can see it in your eyes. you want it. your body made me do this. this is what you were made for, even if you're too stupid to understand it yet. learn your place.

After months and months of longing gazes, secret kisses, and gentle touching, the prince has finally convinced his knight to lie with him. His knight shall be the first to enter him; a beautiful moment but one that requires preparation. The prince has experienced naught but his own slim fingers, and the knight simply couldn’t live with himself if he made his liege’s first time a painful one.

Delicate kisses pepper the prince’s inner thighs as the knight works oiled fingers inside. Much time and patience will be needed to prepare him properly, seeing as the rod in question is of an impressive girth. The kisses trace up his hip to his groin as the knight takes the prince’s own length into his mouth to distract from a third finger pressing in. The prince squirms from the odd sensation of another’s fingers as they push, pull, and spread. He tries—and fails— to keep his breathing even.

After much too long, in the prince’s opinion, the knight deems him ready to commence. He oils himself and then moves up to cover the prince’s body with his own. Neither of them can believe this is truly happening, yet here they lie, with the prince’s legs wrapped around his personal knight’s bare waist, eagerly awaiting penetration. He need not wait much longer.

When the knight pushes in, he cups his charge’s face to watch for discomfort, asking him to relax and breathe deeply. The prince closes his eyes, his already pink cheeks growing redder with the knight’s every word.

“Almost. Ah, there, you feel that? That’ll be the head in, Sire.”

How can he say that so casually? With that voice right into the prince’s ear? The prince opens his eyes again, looking up at his knight with a hesitant desperation that plays so lovely in its contradiction.

“Proceed… please.”

It’s that one little word, added on with deliberate purpose. Please. Spoken as if the knight wouldn’t do whatever his prince asked without question. Spoken as if he wouldn’t level nations from a simple utterance. Spoken as if they were but civilians. No crown, no rank, just men. That one little word makes the knight nearly forget himself in his eagerness to comply.

The prince’s face scrunches up as the knight buries half of his length inside. Brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth fallen open in a gasp, the prince instinctively clamps down on the sudden stretch. His knight fears the worst, fears he’s gone too far, but, knowing he’s just passed the thickest region, is afraid pulling out may make things worse.

Stuttered apologies tumble from his lips, he’d never meant to harm him, he’s so sorry, he didn’t mean— but the prince’s constriction lets up almost immediately, just to return with equal force from before. The knight can feel his prince’s hole spasming around him. What started as a choked gasp quickly turns into breathy whine as the prince’s own length twitches and spurts warmth between their stomachs.

The knight’s fear melts into relief with a surprised chuckle. His prince, on the other hand— realizing that he’d finished immediately, before they’d even truly gotten started— swats at the man’s arm.

“Don’t laugh!” He says, much louder than necessary as he covers his burning face with his hands. “Do not laugh at me right now!”

Oh uh, you wanted to tell me something? Yeah sure. You know um, that you can always be open with me. I won't judge.

Puppyboy railing his owner? Chefs kiss

Two puppyboys fighting for who gets to top? Chefs kiss

Owner getting railed by his out of control puppyboy? Chefs kiss

Two owners making their caged and kenneled puppyboys watch as the owners fuck each other? Chefs kiss