#archie reply

@ofmagicallonging

Something about those words, that tone, from someone like him, someone who understood. Fuck. Fuck. Archie felt a ball building in the pit of his stomach. His. Panting, heavy breaths echoed through the RV as he tried to give whatever part of him was the tiny flick of rational thought a chance to catch up and stop him, but the second they'd gotten to the bed that part had left.

He snarled, low and rumbling, teeth dragging across Lucky's collar bone then ghosting over his shoulder, a small nip a small test, then a bite. Hard and tight until he tasted blood. Never letting up with his hand, working lube over both their cocks together as he rutted against Lucky beneath him.

@ofmagicallonging

"Last chance to book it, boss. No hard feelings if you do." Archie clambered in through the open window and tumbled into a heap on the tile below.

It was a cruel joke, stuffing him into a suit and calling him a prince, lineage papers thrown down as a challenge. Handpicked by the rival courts king. Generations of quality. As much a faerie prince as Ambrose, clearly. A fucking dog. What was supposed to have been for peace couldn't have been anything but a humiliating level of disrespect, one that tradition dictated was followed through on.

send me  ‘ 😏 ‘  and my muse will admit one (1) sexual act / kink they want to try with yours. 

@ofmagicallonging

"Well that's an easy question, boss." Archie scrubbed a finger across the top of his nose then stepped in real close, "I want to get you out of that there suit, face fuck you till I'm nice and hard then fuck you into the dirt and knot you as you howl like the bitch you are."