Lana set aside her glasses with a tired sigh, raising her hands to rub at her eyes. When she opened them again the computers glaring light burned, and she groaned. Squinting one eye open she spotted the time in the bottom corner, 3am. Her eyes trailed up to the open document-one more hour wouldn’t hurt. Returning the glasses to her nose Lana lifted her hands to the keyboard and went back to work.

Not twenty minutes went by before a small shadow moved beneath the monitor, her typing coming to a halt. “Why are you still awake?” Olivia stepped into the light, stopping just before the keys. Her short hair was a ruffled mess, and Lana leaned down slightly to get a closer look at the four inch tall woman.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” She asked softly. It was faint, but she imagined she could just make out a smile in the shadow of Olivia’s face. Suddenly overcome with the need to be closer, Lana scooped her up in her hands, smiling at the surprised laugh as Olivia laid back in her palm. “You did, but I don’t mind,” tiny hands reached to hold Lana’s face as she pressed her lips over her legs, stomach, then face.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, pulling back. “Look, thirty more minutes and I’ll be there-“ Olivia scoffed.

“Uh huh, I’ve heard that before. Get up, or I’m turning this off,” she made to move out of her palm but was easily pinned by Lana’s thumb. Olivia glared up in challenge, “what are you doing anyway?” The soft pad of the giant thumb gently ran along the length of her bare legs; Lana smiled upon noticing Olivia was wearing a shirt she’d bought for her. It was simple with the logo of her favorite band and hung down almost to her knees, just the way she liked it.

As Lana’s thumb trailed back up she caught the edge of the tiny woman’s shirt and found herself wondering what panties she was wearing tonight-oh how she itched to see. But she couldn’t, not now. There was work to be done. “Something that should have been done days ago,” she admitted finally. She gently placed Olivia on the desk, “thirty more minutes, I promise.”

Lana refocused on the screen, her hands moving slowly at first as she began typing again. She ignored Olivia’s presence-if she wanted to hang around Lana wouldn’t stop her-but she was determined to keep her word. Thirty minutes, no more, no less.

Olivia had other plans, and she knew just what to say to catch her attention. “Want to play a game?” She asked suddenly. Lana paused, brows furrowing. “Does it include preventing me from working? Or trying to get me to bed?”

“You don’t have to stop working, but I am trying to get you to bed.” If the lighting were better Lana would clearly be able to see the mischievous grin on the other woman’s face. Still, she listened curiously. “I’m going to play with you-“ that was not what she expected, “get you off, that is. However, so long as you’re sitting here working, you’re not allowed to touch.”

Heat rushed to Lana’s face at the abruptness of Olivia’s claim; she let out a short, disbelieving laugh, but already there was a warmth forming at her center. “And how exactly is that supposed to get me into bed?”

“Because, the rule is, if you want to touch or take matters into your own hands, you must do so in the bed. Otherwise you lose.” Lana smirked, leaning forward to loom over the tiny woman. “And if I take you right here anyway?” Her voice dropped to a whisper; Lana was so close now her breath ruffled Olivia’s hair. Yet she stood firm, holding her eyes. “Then I’ve still prevented you from working.” The smug tone sent Lana sitting upright, “fine. You’ve got yourself a deal. Thirty minutes, right? That’s how long you have to get me out of this chair.” She missed the triumphant look on Olivia’s face, focusing instead on slipping off her shorts, leaving the panties on. She offered a hand and lowered the woman between her legs.

Olivia was quick to find her footing on the soft cushion, Lana’s thighs rising like walls on either side of her.

“Remember, no touching, or we go to bed,” she reminded.

“Sure, sure,” Lana shrugged. “I remember. Goodluck.” Without warning she adjusted, pulling the seat beneath the desk. Olivia was jostled by the movement and caught herself on Lana’s thigh. She would have glared up at the larger woman, but her sky now consisted of the bottom of the desk.

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The prince had the softest hands of anyone that Sawyer had ever seen. Plush and unmarred, not a single callous or corn It was clear that he had never worked a day in his life.

Sawyer was kneeling at the edge of his bath tub, carefully running a file over the nail of the giant’s ring finger. He pulled away to run his thumb along the nail; once perfectly smooth he moved onto the next.

Usually this was a whole process, several tinies working to pamper the massive prince. Inexplicably they’d all been called to other duties. It was just Sawyer.

He set the file down and went to the edge of the tub, carefully emptying a pitcher of essential oils into the tub. The warm scent of lavender rose with the steam from the water.

Sawyer grabbed the file and stole a glance up at the prince. He physically had to hold back a gasp as he met his eyes.

He was looking at him. He’d never looked at him before, Sawyer had worked for the royal family for five years and he’d never met their eyes before. He swallowed thickly and debated apologizing; would that make it worse?

He nervously licked his lips and continued to file. Once he knew he was looking it was impossible to ignore the feeling of his eyes as they bore into him. He shuddered slightly. The prince was renowned for his beauty, his features were sharp and his skin was deep, rich, and dark. Of his three brothers he was the most favored by the kingdom. To be looked at by such a beautiful man felt improper.

The tiny servants were hardly regarded as people, disposable little things that the royals happily overlooked. Jobs were scarce and they knew they’d work for minimal wage and boarding. They were seen as filthy and closer to pests than people.

The giant pulled his arm away and Sawyer dropped his hands as the giant slipped his hand into the water. Sawyer bowed and set down the file. He grabbed the wash cloth and dipped it into the bath water. Carefully he wrung it out before lathering it with soap.

He let it get sudsy and stepped to the edge of the tub, he ran the cloth along his shoulder and down his arm. He couldn’t reach anything substantial but did his best. As he leaned forward to wash along his collarbone he slipped, quickly he tried to backpedal but found no traction against the porcelain.

Sawyer gasped as he lurched forward.

He squeezed his eyes closed, panic surging through him. God the prince was going to send him away, or kill him. God maybe he’d squish him right there. He yelped as he was suddenly yanked back.

He froze, eyes wide as he stared down at the water that he found himself suspended above. The giant had pinched the yoke of his shirt, catching him before he was able to hit the water.

He panted, his heart racing. The giant lifted him and placed him back on his feet. Sawyer shakily started to apologize and went to kneel, to beg for forgiveness. It was then that he realized the giant was still pinching his shirt.

He gasped as his other hand came up, still wet from the bath. He stiffened as he tugged at the shirt, the buttons stood no chance against the giant man’s fingers. Easily he stripped it off him.

Sawyer shuddered as the fabric was yanked off of his body. He glanced up at the prince and shuddered as he locked eyes.

His gaze was indifferent, unreadable. The deep brown pools looked at Sawyer as though he was just another object, something unexciting. And honestly, it was freaking him the fuck out.

Sawyer’s chest quickly rose and fell. He shakily attempted to apologize, to beg, anything to fix this. However any attempts failed as the man’s thumb brushed down his chest, his stomach, before pinching his pant leg and tugging.

He gasped and squirmed instinctively as he was suddenly bare. He shot a nervous look to the prince, only to be met with the same look. Unaffected and cold. He was dropped into his palm and immediately fell to his hands and knees. Sawyer managed to get to his feet as the hand lowered into the water.

The warm, soapy water rushed up to his chest and he looked up the man’s expansive chest as he tried to catch his breath. He was met with a look of expectancy. It was then that he realized he was still clutching the wash cloth, clinging to it like a lifeline.

He took a shuddering breath and licked his lips before reaching up to wash the run the soapy cloth over the prince’s chest. Sawyer shivered as the man’s fingers ran over his bare back. They were softened from the water, they felt like silk as they traveled up and down his back.

Sawyer stole another glance towards his face, meeting his unwavering gaze. He searched his eyes for any type of signal, desperately trying to understand what he wanted from him.

He continued to wash his chest, his other hand pressing into the soft flesh of his pec. His skin was so smooth, nearly pore-less. It was undoubtedly from the constant pampering and incessant laziness of the imperials. The servants often said that looking so effortlessly beautiful and young was a luxury only the royals could afford.

Sawyer stiffened as the giant’s thumb reached around to his front and ran over his chest. He shuddered, his nipples instantly hardening under the attention. He realized the giant’s touch was mimicking his and looked up through his lashes.

He hesitated before stepping towards his chest, he stared at his nipple as used his hands to wash above his chest. He swallowed the accumulating saliva in his mouth and leaned forward; opening his mouth and kitten-licking his nipple.

As he kissed it and hesitantly took what he could fit into his mouth. Momentarily he wondered if the giant could even tell; if he could feel it at all. His answer came shortly as the prince’s thumb pressed against the back of his head. He whimpered softly.

He felt the warm bath water dribble down his forehead as his finger ran over his head and stopped at the nape of his neck. The gentle, circling touch was encouraging him to continue.

He shuddered and pressed closer, his hands fell on either side of him and kneaded into the soft tissue. He picked up the pace, opening his mouth to kiss and suckle and lap. Shame washed over him as he felt the blood rushing to his cock.

Sawyer nearly froze as the prince moaned softly. It was quiet and breathy but it was because of him. He whimpered softly in response and pushed himself closer. His dick twitched and he continued with vigor; sucking and swirling his saliva. He felt it drip down his chin as he suckled the man’s nipple.

He felt the water lap at his back and stole a glance down, the prince’s hand had curled around his dick. Slow deliberate strokes. He nibbled at his chest, sucking hickies along his skin. He looked up at the giant and allowed himself to stare back, looking over his sharp, dark features. He wondered if he’d used any other servants like this. Was he the only one?

Sawyer desperately wished he could do more; he wanted to make him feel good everywhere. He imagined being in the prince’s bed with him, on the lavish silk bedspread. He whimpered, his hand finding his own cock. He whined softly as he began to jack himself off; it was all so much. The man’s nipple in his mouth, his thumb pressing to the back of his head, the water lapping against his back with each of the prince’s strokes, the soft moans above him. It was obscene.

Above him the giant was getting breathier, soft pants and gasping moans. It was as quiet and refrained as Sawyer would’ve imagined from royalty like him. Sawyer choked on the man’s nipple as he was pressed closer; the prince crushed his whole body to his chest. Unable to jerk himself off he resorted to humping into the prince as he sucked and nibbled the flesh.

The prince’s thumb trailed down his back and rested on his ass, guiding each thrust into his skin. Sawyer choked on a moan as the giant pinched his ass, kneading the flesh between thumb and pointer. He choked on a moan.

Sawyer couldn’t recall the last time he’d been touched like this. The servants he worked with were more like family, and everyone was far too exhausted to make an attempt to form a relationship. And the prince was touching him like this… The prince. He cursed softly and tossed his head to the side.

He could tell the giant was close, his gasping moans becoming more frantic; desperate. He was kneading his ass between his fingers and smashing Sawyer against his chest when he came. Sawyer glanced up, watching the prince’s face morphed into ecstasy. A loud moan was drawn from him as his climax quickly followed, it was the hardest he’d came in years. He whimpered and leaned his cheek against his chest as he panted. The goddamn prince….

The hand pulled from his chest and Sawyer laid back in his palm, breathless and blissed out. The water lapped around his shoulders, he looked up at the prince with adoring eyes. He blinked in surprise as he opened his mouth to speak. He sat up, eyes wide, ready to catch every word, “S-

Sawyer jolted awake with a gasp; the cot creaked beneath his weight as he sat up.

Instantly he was starkly aware of his consciousness. The warmth, pleasure, and sensitivity from his dream was now reduced to sweaty, sticky reality. His hand was in his boxers on his softening cock, cum coating his fingers. The gentle touch of the prince was replaced by the cheap, starchy sheets clinging to his sweaty skin.

He leaned back and covered his face. Horror and embarrassment washed over him as he recalled his dream.