your pretty boy

imagine the knight suggesting he guard from inside the princes chamber after a planned attack on his life. imagine the prince shaken but agreeing. trusting his knight, his guard. accepting the cup of water. stripping down to undergarments once the door is shut tight. relaxing as the silence settles around the room. slipping into bed, and falling asleep the second his head hits the pillow.

imagine the knight sliding in the bed while the prince is still sleeping from his dosed drink before bed. pulling at his already hard cock. pulling the princes legs apart, running a hand along the soft skin of his thigh. looking at his skin playing with his soft holes before sliding into soft warmth. pumping a finger in and out as he slickens. the princes breath speeds as his body reacts. nipples harden and perking under the thin cotton shirt. a flush across his cheeks and chest. and his breath quickens his legs begin to twitch.

the knight pushes inside of him and the prince lets out a small, small whimper as his already tight pussy tightens. pulling the shirt up to thumb at the soft skin of his chest as he fucks him deeply, feeling the outline of his cock inside the princes belly where he’ll come, fill him up and then, slip away into the night.

but then, the prince stirs. a glance at the cup— it had only been half drank. the knights heart speeds up as he clamps a hand over the princes mouth. the princes eyes open as recognition sets in and then he begins to frail. there isnt much time now. the knight starts thrusting, hard and fast, slapping against his thighs. the prince whimpers and struggles, kicking his legs and weakly pushing the knights unstoppable hips. this knight is twice his size. he isn't strong enough. and soon, he finds that he is unable to truly fight the pleasure, shaking as he comes over and over again, squeezing and trembling.

So...