@kingdomcrows [ for luc ]
MANY YEARS AGO...
Following his father's untimely death, Fransisko took his role as the de facto representative for House Bloqueo very seriously. The Cabal family made a name for themselves in Sollia through their innovate locking mechanisms that made home security accessible and easy for all its subjects. This afforded Sisko a fairly easy life for most of his thirty-odd years, allowing him to hone other crafts and passions he may have had.
(Chief among them were fighting and fucking, sometimes both at the same time.)
House Bloqueo's accomplishments naturally deemed them notable by the royal family of Sollia, and as Sisko ingratiated himself into their inner ranks, he became quite found of the king, the queen, and their children. He remembered when their eldest, Lucealyx, was born. Sisko himself barely had twnenty-five years to his name at that point in time. Everything was so... simple back then. Such were the mysterious powers of nostalgia.
As the crown prince Luc matured into a handsome, admirable young man preparing for the throne, however, Sisko felt a change in their relationship. The quasi-familial dynamic they shared all throughout Luc's upbringing changed. He noticed how Luc's gaze would often linger when he thought Sisko wasn't looking. The young man's curious eyes practically burned like lasers on Sisko's shapely chest, his round ass. At first, Sisko deemed it strange.
But then he began to enjoy it. Feeling wanted. Desired.
On the eve of Luc's eighteenth โor was it nineteenth?โ birthday party, Sisko decided he would give the young prince a gift he would never forget. Something to really help usher him into adulthood. Something that he felt sure nobody else would give him.
With an adored box in hand, containing a trinket that mainly served as a pretense for Sisko's real birthday gift, he snuck his way to Luc's personal quarters. Noticing the door slightly ajar, almost as though Luc subconsciously wanted a visitor, he peers his handsome head through the opening, scanning the room for his target.
"Prince Lucealyx...?" he calls, in a measured tone of voice as to not raise any unwanted attention. "It is Sisko, are you there...?"
