The feel of the King trembling in his hands is the most powerful he has ever felt in his life.
“Jensen…God…”
His King always begs to be taken and claimed, and the Knight does just that, possessing and subjugating until the muscular body on the bed is completely full and satisfied.
Smooth and tanned skin. Pink and tempting lips. And that's all his while they're in the King's bedchamber. And nothing is more pleasing than watching the King writhing and moaning his name like a prayer.
Long fingers grab the bedsheets as Jensen increases his pace.
“Touch me." The King’s voice comes out strained.
"No. You come on my cock or don't come at all."
As expected, the King doesn’t question his command, arching the beautiful back further in a perfect example of submission. The Knight smiles with delight at the power that comes from it. He is the King inside this room, and his kingdom, even if constituted by one man, is the most important of all.
