hello I'm just here to say someone showed me your prince/knight headcanons and fics and they're so so good idk if you write them anymore but if you wouldn't mind I'd absolutely love for you to write more because now I'm hooked on them
Hello anon ;w; ahh I’m glad you like them so much! I wrote a quick thing for you
(sorry it took so long, life has been messy for me lately so take this quick written smut as an apology)
also thank you for adoring this au, I love writing it
“You have to stop doing this.”
Danny’s eyes look from his bruised and battered hand to the prince that was in the middle of wrapping it in bandage. The beige material changing color as it soaked in the blood. It was an accident, nothing too serious but hearing Arin’s voice crack shattered his stern expression. Of course it had to be his dominant hand as well, he was sure Arin was going to order him to rest and refrain from training.
“You’re not fine.” Arin snapped instantly, his words loud at first but quickly dropping to a whisper. Heaving a sigh, the prince closed his eyes for a moment, pausing in his action of wrapping Danny’s hand. The knight felt Arin’s touch tense on his bloody hand.
I’m a knight, Danny wanted to argue, marks and bruises are bound to happen. It was a part of his duty, he had done this for years, ever since Arin was a young prince, it would always be his duty.
“Let me speak.” Danny spoke firmly, moving his hard gaze to look to Arin’s soft eyes, his other hand curling tightly on the edge of the prince’s bed. Arin finds his emotions come undone as he looks at the scarred dirty face of his knight and quickly he finishes wrapping Danny’s hand, his gaze elsewhere. Once the bandage is torn, Danny curls and uncurls his fingers, rotating his hand to examine Arin’s work.
The hand feels slightly numb and Danny isn’t sure if it’s the healing process or Arin just so happen to put so much bandage on. He sighs and opens to mouth to speak, ready to give a speech that Arin has heard a thousand times from not only Danny but the others as well. Instead, he tries to lighten the mood, for whatever it’s worth.
“Didn’t want you to bleed through.”
Arin was answering quick, his arms now crossed and again, Danny just sighed and reached to pull Arin’s arms undone and move him closer. Without much effort, Danny pulled Arin’s arms loose but the prince didn’t budge any closer.
“It’s not going to work.”
Danny’s lips curled into a smirk as he raised a scarred brow and gods does that look make Arin weak and he caves as he hesitantly takes a step closer. In his mind, he can feel the ghostly kisses at his neck and the weight of the knight’s hands on his hips. It’s bad enough the knight sat there, chest bare and trousers low on him. The familiar hum Danny gave as his lips kissed Arin’s seemed so real and yet, it wasn’t.
“You can’t just fuck me and make it all better.”
Danny’s strength instantly weakened and Arin found himself rocking his heels back, pushing his weight away. Silence fell hard over both of them and Arin watched as Danny’s smirk turned from pained to almost nothing within a matter of seconds.
“M'lord…” Danny spoke but he honestly didn’t know what to say, his grip on Arin’s weak so the prince could slip his arms out of touch and place his hands to Danny’s scruff cheeks. Danny hopes Arin sees a strong knight, a man unbreakable after years of battle and mental torture rather than a weak scared man haunted by nightmares of failing him.
“I can’t lose you.” Arin’s voice cracks and Danny nuzzles his cheeks against his hands, closing his eyes as he moves his hand up to cover over one of Arin’s.
“I can’t just sew you back together and fix you.”
“You’re not a child’s toy, I cant, you cant-”
Danny’s eyes flicker open and his gaze stops Arin in mid thought. Arin can’t help but ramble, the weight of the kingdom on his shoulders along with his knight becoming a patch up doll just scattered his thoughts to no end. The knight gently leads the distracted prince into his lap, having Arin straddle him.
He kisses Arin’s neck, cause the prince to gasp lightly.
“It’s nothing more than a gash, you worry yourself too much.” Danny mumbles against Arin’s neck and lightly rolls his hips against Arin’s, the slight friction causing his cock to twitch and he find himself humming against the prince’s skin.
“What’s if it’s more next time?” Arin grumbles and grinds down onto the knight, his arms lacing around Danny’s neck as he picks the rhythm and does all the work, leaving the man beneath him to swallow hard and attempt to focus on speaking but he doesn’t.
His mind is blank and his hands curl at Arin’s hips, staggered moans spill from his lips as he lolls his head back and curses to the gods over and over again. Danny’s face tenses for a moment as his hands twitch beside Arin, pain begins to swell in his injured hand. With a sigh, the prince already knows and ignores the pout from Danny as he takes the knight’s hands and moves them from his body to rest on the bed.
“I’m taking care of you, remember?” Arin breathes and retreats off Danny, lowering himself to kneel on the stone floor as he begins to tug Danny’s trousers down. Danny shudders when Arin’s gaze lifts to meet his, there’s was something about being so vulnerable to the prince that turned him on. Arin’s cool touch met his cock and Danny curls the bed sheets in his hand, resisting to thrust into Arin’s hand. He knows full well not to, not without being told.
“Good boy.” Arin tells him and Danny melts at the praise, moaning a small ‘hah’ as the prince kisses the tip of his dick. Slowly, he traces his tongue up Danny’s cock, working his way up before taking it in his mouth. Yet Danny remains still, holding himself back from fucking Arin’s pretty little face.
When Arin sucks cock it’s sloppy, he deep throats and retreats, leaving saliva to coat Danny’s cock as lubricant as he lazily jerks him off. It’s dirty and feels so good that Danny finds his hips squirming into motion.
“Fuck me,” Danny curses and Arin’s eyes light up, the motion of his hand slowing.
“Would you like to cum, sir Daniel?”
The knight looks to him, a puzzled expression that’s caught between desperation and annoyance.
“My prince, I-” Danny begins to speak, swallowing hard before weakly moaning as Arin teasingly picks up speed, humming as he licks the tip of the cock free of pre-cum.
“I’m an injured man yet you resort to torturing me.”
Arin rolls his eyes, moving things along as he begins to tease the outline of his cock against his clothing. Breathing out a moan, he feels Danny tense and it’s so satisfying being in control. It certainly shuts the knight for the time being, that’s for sure. If Danny thought before was torture, then this was certainly hell.
“M'lord please, let me touch you, let me serve you.”
“Serve your lord by cumming, should I order you to cum in my mouth or on my face, I can’t seem to decide.”
The little shit. Danny’s knuckles begin to ache with how tight they’re curled and his proceeds to fall in his face as he shakes his head.
“Order me to,” His breath hitches and he moans a ‘hah’ as his shaky voice continues,“To f-hah, fuck that mouth of your’s and you’ll get your fill, m'lord.”
Arin moans against Danny’s cock and the vibration sends a roll of motion up the knight’s body and gods, he is so painfully hard and watching Arin release his cock and pleasure himself only worked him up more. Releasing Danny’s cock with a ‘pop’, Arin kept Danny’s gaze and the knight waited on every word.
“Take responsibility for your words then, sir Daniel.”
That’s all he needed to hear and as Arin lowered his mouth back onto his cock Danny’s body clicked into motion, rolling his hips to thrust his cock deep into the prince’s mouth. Arin’s hand met Danny’s speed, stroking himself just as quick and feeling pre-cum build at the tip of his dick, he was close.
“Gods, so fucking good,” Danny mindlessly muttered, his moans breathy as his hips began to stutter. “Taking my cock like a brothel whore.”
The rough tone of the knight’s voice struck him hard and it was enough, already beginning to taste Danny’s release sent him on edge. Danny had cum first, his cock deep as he filled Arin’s mouth, shuddering and releasing short groans between breaths. Arin came over his hand, shuddering as he swallowed and withdrew himself, already eager to clean the knight’s cock.
Weak whimpering spilled from the knight and he felt as if he could pass out right then and there, his body satisfied and heavy, his eyes shut for a moment.
Danny opened his eyes, using his free hand to reach and take Arin’s wrist in hand, his gaze focused on Arin as he licks the prince’s hand clean. Arin remains silent, always speechless with Danny’s actions and ever amazed at how smooth he could be at times. He watches as Danny licks his palm and takes each finger one by one into his mouth, humming with satisfaction at the taste of the prince’s cum.
After, he presses his cheek to the back of the prince’s hand, nuzzling it affectionately.
“With you m'lord, always.”
