Bhav

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[bhav-boy]

𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔

Full Name: Bhavan Pithou

Nicknames: Bhav, Your Highness, ‘Blessed by Ethzos’

Age: 29

Kingdom: Nok

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Religion: Aznas, Daganth, Ezthos

Education: has extensively studied engineering, diplomacy, military strategy and poetry. Has dabbled in music, physics, botany, and painting.

Title: Crown Prince of Nok

Living Arrangements: The Cerulean Castle

𝕻𝖍𝖞𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑

Face Claim: Ravneer Singh

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Height: 5’10

Tattoos: Fragments of poetry encircle his right thigh, left bicep and are splashed across his right pectoral.

Clothing Style: Tastefully avant-garde

Usual Expression: A Knowing Smirk

Sexual Position: Top

𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘

Label: The Sensualist

Positive Traits: Charming, Loyal

Negative Traits: Evasive, Overly Cautious

Admires: Authenticity, genuineness, sincerity, and kindness

Disdains: pretensions, callousness, pettiness, cruelty

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘

Weather: Sun showers

Color: Red (highly saturated, bold hues) and gold

Beverage: Red Eddisian wine, Nokian bourbon

Food: Anjeer Halwa, Shahi Tukra,

Type of Literature: Poetry about love or nature

Animal: Falcon

Hobbies: Falconry, Fencing, Riding, clock-work, engineering, studying new topics of interest.

Habits: Bhav prefers to clean out his horses’ stalls rather than allowing a stable boy to do it. He feels it is instrumental in bonding with the horse, keeping him humble, and keeping fit.

Position: anything athletic or allows him to give a partner more pleasure.

𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖘

Age Differences , Aroma (Musk / Sweat) , Ass Play / Worship (Giving) , Bareback , Biting , Blindfolds , Body Worship (Giving) Body Worship (Receiving), Bondage , Breath Play , Bukkake , Clothed sex , Collars , Corruption , Cross-Dressing , Cum Play / Marking , Cumswapping / Snowballing , Daddy Kink , Deep Throat , Degradation / Humiliation , Dirty Talk , Discipline (Receiving) , Double Penetration (Giving) , Drowsy Sex , Drugged sex , Drunk Sex , Dry Humping , Dub-Con , Excessive Semen , Exhibitionism , Face-Fucking (Giving) , Facials (Receiving) , Feminization , Fingering (Receiving) , Foreplay , Gangbang , Glory Hole , Group Play , Incest , Large cocks (8+) , Latex , Leather , Massages , Nipple Clamps , Pit Worship (Giving) , Possessiveness / Jealousy , Public Play , Romance / Affection , Rough Sex , Scratching , Sex as a Punishment (Receiving) , Sex as a Reward (Receiving) , Size Difference , Somnophilia , Spanking (Receiving) , Spit Play , Spit Roasting (Receiving) , Strip Tease , Suits , Swallowing , Threesome , Tight Underwear (Boxers / Briefs) , Toys (Dildos / Plugs / Vibrators) , Uniforms / Costumes , Voyeurism , Wall Sex , Watersports , Wrestling

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[crownedgauthier-deactivated2024]

bhav-boy​

Hearing his lover beg for it was always a pleasure. But nothing made him weak or amorous as hearing his name stuttered from Owen’s lips. Bhav felt a smile spread across his lips as he was finally commanded. Without missing a beat, he leaned forward and speared the future king’s sphincter. “As you command, sire”

Lashing, drilling, delving, pushing at the sensitive muscle. Eyes focused on Owen’s face, drinking in every gasp, every movement of his face. He certainly noticed the way that the Delesian became flushed as with fever during their romps, and he grinned even as he drove further and harder. With his free hand, he gripped Owen’s cock and strokes the male with passion.

“You don’t imagine your merchant captain?” Bhavan teases a little cruelly. Jealousy wasn’t a good look on him, and he hated himself for it. Owen knew Bhav fucked half the countryside so it was only fair that Owen take lovers. Owen should take lovers. But I don’t want anyone to fuck him so well he forgets me. Grasping at his lover’s hand, he apologizes with his eyes; his tongue too involved in other pursuits.

“I love you… i love you… I love you…” Bhav kisses his way back up to Owen, pressing his weight into the other to keep him on the ground. Hands moving to strip them naked. He grinds his nakedness against Owen’s and it feels like two magnets sliding into place together. Fused and joined as they were meant to be. “Should I eat you more, suck you? I only want you to feel pleasure, no pain…”

Bhavan assaulted his hole with that devilish tongue and Owen’s composure was lost forever. His voice broke as he moaned in delight, drowning in the pleasure of having the love of his life touching his body, injecting him with fire and reminding him of days when things were much simpler.

“N-no!” he growled, holding on to the pier as he could, lest his body started floating from the pleasure he was feeling. “If I– If I ever imagine s-someone when fucking. It’s– fuck- it’s you. It will a-always be you!”

The caresses, the kisses and the loving words from the other were like a drug. Owen wrapped his strong arms around Bhav’s frame when he finally came back up, pulling him into the deepest of kisses while their naked bodies pressed together as if they belonged that way. Because they did.

The last question wasn’t answered. Owen simply used all of his strength to turn them around, to make it so his body was the one pressing Bhav against the pier now. There was no time to talk, not when the Gauthier’s lips were so busy trailling kisses down Bhav’s body, licking and biting at his chest, abs, thighs, all leading up to his cock. The only cock that could make Owen go crazy. The only one that had ever mattered.

“I love you so much more,” he muttered against the hard flesh of Bhav’s dick, lips dancing around it before he finally gave in and put the head into his mouth, gently sucking and licking as if it was a forbidden treat he would never taste again.

[bhav-boy]

Relief swept over him as Owen accepted his apology. Seeing the male’s skin flush with fevered love made him wonder if he was half so handsome as his Deleian love. As their bodies came together, he remembered their fumbling first encounter together had been much like this. Two halves drawn to each other as if by magnets. He had come undone the first time they had kissed naked, skin to skin this way.

“Oh fuck,” Bhavan gasps in surprise as Owen flips them over. Grinning up at the moon in pleasure he enjoyed each touch of the man’s lips, tongue and teeth against his flesh. When at last, the future king’s lips teased and toyed with his cock, Bhavan felt his cock spurt and bubble in anticipation. Not quite an orgasm, but like an echo of one.

“Oh gods… I can’t think straight… let alone be romantic… when you do that to me…” Bhav had been blown by many men before. Some treated it as a precursor, others a chore. But only Owen treated it with love and pleasure. “Oh. Owen… fuck, I’ve missed this…”

[bhav-boy]

[crownedprinceofeddis]

   It was not often that Prince Jun of Eddis took any time for himself to simply relax, yet now was one such moment. Taking time away from going over a rather old, and large tome that discussed various family lines and marriages, he was trying to commit to memory the  lineages of all the most powerful houses in Eddis, however, the crowned prince decided that also seeing his future kingdom would be just as beneficial right now, and so went for a horseback ride. Enjoying the scenery of Eddis, and the quiet of the ride was one of his favorite pastimes. However, rather than his usual trail Jun decided to try a new route which ended up leading him to a rather scenic lake. Putting his hand in the water he decided to enjoy the water while he was alone. Stripping off his clothing, he slipped into the cool water, swimming for a bit of time, as he emerged he saw another figure standing where his clothes and horse were. His hands moving to cover his modesty.

“It would seem you have caught me……at a…..severe disadvantage friend.”  

[bhav-boy]

Although Bhavan was actively courting Prince Matai Meksi, today he was out on an afternoon ride to make himself unavailable to the male. Their courtship was comparable to a game of chess; each of them moving forward and falling back before trying a fresh gambit. After getting lost, he burst from the treeline and found a gorgeous lake, and with it, Matai’s elder brother.

“Not at all, your highness,” Bhavan slid down from his steed and walked to where the crown prince had laid his clothes. Without any modesty or shame, the Nokian disrobed and returned to where Jun was standing. “I did not intend to ruin your swim. Allow me to join you?”

[himbofpithou]

Location: River/Lake. Whatever fits your character’s location more!

“Man, that was great.” Pulling himself out of the water, Datu’s cloths clung to his lower body like a second layer of skin. Datu had been told that swimming was a great way to help the muscles in your body. The young prince knew that he should have probably taken someone with him to the river/lake, But it had totally slipped the himbo’s mind. “Ah, crap. Forgot to get a change of cloths.” Datu groaned as he shook his head. “Going to be one cold walk back.”

[bhav-boy]

“Datu, is that you?” Bhav called out from his slate gray charger that he was out for an afternoon ride with. Not far behind rode a pair of Nokian knights, bodyguards to the crown prince. Who was clambering off of Feather to see what he could of his younger brother. “What a luxury it must be to wander off without being trailed by a pair of loud tin cans.”

“Datu, take my cloak and get out of those wet things,” Bhav strides up to him and wraps the heavy wool and fur cloak around his younger brother. “Guildenstern, be a good chap and take my horse and get Prince Datu some clean and dry things, hmm?”

[athenianwit]

daphne + bhav.

“Then I’m even more glad to have fallen as I did. Truly, what you have managed to lovingly coax from the earth us such an achievement here,” Bhav found himself blushing at how effusive he was being in the moment. This always happened, however. Bhavan could be quite normal and plain with Daphne and the late Morris; until he and Owen fell into bed together. Then he was awkward and an ungainly teenager again. It wasn’t as if by this point Daphne didn’t know about them.

“I would, rather like very much to learn what you know of botany and healing herbs and such. If thing progress between myself and House Meksi as our parents intend, I suspect it would fall to me to know such things.” Bhav chuckles as he thinks up on his future queen. Their rough and tumble ways and resistance to ever being a traditional queen. It didn’t bother him, however. “Not that I mind at all. I look back fondly on how warm you were; how with a few plants you could soothe what ailed your children. That they came to you first. One day, I would like to be that kind of parent myself.”

The skill had manisted because of where Daphne was from, the Hornwood was a marvelous part of Dele where some of the most unique flora grew. It was something that was passed down from mother to child, House Hornwood was believed to be blessed by Etia herself. Before he was betrothed to Magnus, Daphne spent so much of his childhood roaming the Hornwood with his mother or in the gardens where he helped her plant their beautiful garden. When Daphne moved to the royal palace, the gardens were underdeveloped and small. They lacked any love or attention though Daphne spent more than forty years making sure it prospered and rivaled the gardens of Eidyn.

It was nice to see someone have an interest in botany, so far it seemed like Avery was the only one who inherited his green thumb and wanted to do something with it. The other boys either wanted to knights or follow whatever other dreams. “It’s so refreshing to hear that from a future king.” Truthfully, with the success of wardens it felt like there was no use for those like Daphne but he believed in self reliance, you never knew when you’d need to know these things. “Thank you, Bhav. I’m glad at least someone appreciates what I do for my children.”

[bhav-boy]

“You never troubled the Wardens when we got cuts, bruises, or rashes. It surprised me at first, but I’ll never forget the time you reminded Owen in front of me. Each kingdom gets just two wardens, and you were quite sure they were too busy to bother with a case of poison ivy,” Bhavan had been mortified and felt certain that where they had gotten poison ivy rashes, the queen had to know how they got them. “and, that we would learn to be more careful around such plants if we remembered the itching. You weren’t wrong.”

“What was the plant you used on this,” Bhavan asks as he gently rubs his ankle which has begun to feel less achy as the minutes pass. “Perhaps we might schedule a regular time for us to meet and discuss things. You’ll find in me a devoted student who shows up on time with paper, pen and ink. I’m very Nokian in that way, I suppose.”

[ofswordandcrown]

bhav-boy​:

“Ahh…” Bhav exhaled against Zakar’s neck between unhurried kisses. Zakar had incredible hands, and anyone who had the pleasure to see him weild a sword or grip their cock knew it. Letting one finger slip between those cheeks to tease at his old friend’s entrance, his other hand traced up along chiseled muscles to cup a pec. Nipping lightly at the Vastic’s ear lobe, he listens to his words closely. Letting out a soft chuckle, “you old sweet talker…”

As a younger man, out to fuck the pain away of a first love refused, Bhav had acquired a legend about his endowment. When he and Zakar had had sex together the first time, he had marveled at the man’s member. Like his own, but different. Given Zakar’s disposition, he had worried about telling the other that after trying bottoming with both Owen and Zakar, he just didn’t like it. Not that he expected Zakar to be rude, but to simply agree and never wander back to penetrative sex together. “…every time we are together, it is a gift. A rare and precious moment to be savored and respected. That’s the real reason you let me, Z. I respect you and wouldn’t dishonor you, isn’t it?”

“Did I ever tell you? When I first heard that nickname, I wondered which blessing people were talking about. I have always tried to be a memorable lover, I had felt my mouth was as good as my cock…” Bhav lifts Zakar so the other male is seated on the rim of the pool they’re in. Running his fingers across the wet planes of muscles, he strokes Zakar’s cock and begins to tease the head with his tongue, while a sneaky finger continues to tease the prince’s rosebud.

Feeling the finger tease at his puckered rim, Zakar had to stop from pushing against the touch, wanting to feel it penetrate the sphincter to prepare him, to stretch his hole and allow for him to get ready for Bhavan’s legendary cock. Indeed, he knew that people had whispered that the man was blessed by Ezthos, that the god had gifted Bhavan with a cock that was fitted for the Gods, but Zakar’s own cock had had legends of its own. A claymore that only a few are able to handle, and even fewer that are able to wield, he knew that both he and Bhavan could appreciate the other’s big cock for what it was - beautiful, and a gift of the Gods.

That was why, despite being someone that preferred to top, the prince didn’t mind it when the Nokian heir admitted he didn’t care to bottom because, frankly, he just enjoyed the bonding experience with the heir. As long as he could make him cum as many times as possible, he didn’t mind having him fuck him instead of fucking the male. “Mm, among others, yes… but that is the chief reason… I trust you, Bhav, just as I’m sure you trust me…” he managed to whisper before the other began to maneuver him until he was sitting at the edge of the pool, his cock now completely out of the water and he watched as Bhavan bent down to let his tongue tease the foreskin of his cock head as the finger continued to tease his hole.

“Sh-Shit… Stop teasing me, Bhav… I want to see you wrap those lips around my cock, see how much of it you can get in your throat…” There were only a handful of people that managed to get more than half of his cock into their throat, and even fewer still that could take every thick inch to the root, but he knew that no matter, any experience with Bhavan was one to treasure. “And start fucking me with that finger of yours… We’ll need me properly stretched if you want to properly claim me for the evening…”

[bhav-boy]

“I do trust you, Zakar. I don’t think we could do this otherwise. Then again, we’re cut from the same cloth. I won’t say I haven’t met other men as committed as we are to evoking pleasure in our partners. But it’s different for us, no?” Bhav comments between licks as he draws the flat of his tongue up and down Zakar’s length. As the other crown prince cusses, he simply grins and draws one of the male’s heavy balls into his mouth.

Never breaking eye contact, he shifts two fingers up and gently traces the man’s lips, waiting for him to draw them in and wetten them. All the while, the fingers that had been teasing the Vastic prince encircled the tremendous cock and gave it several slow yet firm strokes. After gentle chewing on one, he releases it and repeats the same treatment on the other.

At last he lets Zakar’s balls go, and pulls himself out of the water. Erect and dripping, he moves over to a nearby chaise and lays himself down on it with his head hanging off of it, saying, “I don’t really do half asses efforts, Zakar. You want to fuck my face, you do it right. With my head at an angle and my fingers buried up your delectable arse,”

[bhav-boy]

[princekyumeksi-deactivated20230]

“You feel so good,” Bhav grunts as gravity sinks Kyu down on his cock as he thrusts upwards. Finally, the younger prince is impaled fully on his cock, and Bhav licks snd kisses along his jawline until he’s kissing the boy’s ear lobe. His hands roam Kyu’s back and he growls against the Meksi’s ear, “you pick… do you want to ride me, or do you want me to lay you and pound you hard and fast?”

Bhav grinnes to himself as the breeze fluttered the vines that screened their little hideaway. The scent of honeysuckle and sweat perfumed the air. Bhavan didn’t know the future, but he hoped it was as sweet and sultry as this moment was.

“

Kyu was in heaven in the moment, the way Bhav touched him was something that he always craved when the other was in their kingdom. He knew Bhav was probably fucking everyone in the castle, but it didn’t matter to Kyu, what mattered was that the other prince continued to fuck him. “I want you to lay me down and fuck me hard and fast. Then after we cum that way, I want to ride you and tease another load of seed from your cock.” moaned out Kyu as he scratched his nails down the other skin. “I want you to fuck me until I forget my fucking name and title, Bhav.” 

[bhav-boy]

Bhav grinned at how Kyu answered him. How filthy and needy the Meksi prince could be. Without pulling out of that delicious ass, Bhav laid the male out on the floor of the bower they were hidden in. Making sure Kyu’s head and lower back were supported by bolsters, he flicked his tongue againt the younger man’s ear. “With how loud you’re going to be yelling my name, I don’t think I’ll forget mine.”

Bhav rears back, withdrawing more than half his cock from his lover’s ass. Spreading Kyu’s legs wide, Bhav saws his cock in deeper and deeper, slamming against those bubbly cheeks hard and rough.

[crownedgauthier-deactivated2024]

bhav-boy​

“You’re right, you are begging for it,” Bhav grins as he looks into Owen’s eyes, a teasing twinkle in his own. Still, the Nokian prince drags his soft beard against the cheeks of his lover’s ass before he gives his taint a teasing lick. Then another lick, now tantalizing close to Owen’s entrance. Another, and another, each one so close to that bundled knot of nerve endings, yet those smirking eyes do not look away. “Maybe… I like to hear my name on your lovely lips…”

“Or maybe,” Bhavan begins to say something else and then stops. Winking at Owen, he leans back and slowly removes the fasteners to his tunic before he shrugs out of it and sets it aside. Then he’s back to licking and teasing all around the prince’s sphincter, so close but not quite touching. While Owen is rolled back, one of Bhav’s hands steals around and finds his prick and begins a slow and teasing stroke. “… we have all night. It’s been too long and I want to make this last and last. I want memories of this to come back to you when you need it most.”

Letting his other hand begin to work on freeing himself to the night air, he groaned. Teasing Owen was a pleasure, but he only had so much willpower. Especially when faced with the broken bulwarks of Owen’s poise to share his love. How wildly different were their coping mechanisms were for waiting on these moments. Owen denied himself everything and Bhavan denied himself nothing. Yet when they were together, it all fell away.

“Command me, king of my heart. Tell me what you desire,”

“B-Bhavan-” Owen moaned in response to that wicked tongue dancing around his ass, but not truly diving in for the real treat. The delesian prince was blushing clearly, which was obvious in his pale skin. Of course, it wasn’t embarrassment, for he would never feel such a thing with his best friend; his blood was simply rushing everywhere all at once and his skin was a testament of his arousal as clear as the hardon he was already sporting. All of that for one touch from Bhav, as if one man could really hold so much power over a king.

“Just eat my ass already! Devour me, love of mine,” he finally said, the urgency clear in his voice even when his blue eyes showed nothing but adoration for the other. A level of worship he had never felt for anyone else, emphasised with a gentle stroke of the other’s hair as their eyes met. “M-memories of you are always clear in my mind. Who do you think I imagine when I touch myself?”

Owen’s legs only parted further, submitting himself to Bhavan in a way a king probably shouldn’t. It couldn’t be helped, though. Pride and titles flew out the window the second Bhav touched his skin; it always had ever since they were teenagers. No other man could make Owen beg to be impaled, to be loved. No other man could make him show himself vulnerable, needy, eager to please and be pleased.

“Make love to me,” he begged again. “Fill me up, kiss me, claim the body of this man who has always been yours… And let this man love you back in return.”

[bhav-boy]

Hearing his lover beg for it was always a pleasure. But nothing made him weak or amorous as hearing his name stuttered from Owen’s lips. Bhav felt a smile spread across his lips as he was finally commanded. Without missing a beat, he leaned forward and speared the future king’s sphincter. “As you command, sire”

Lashing, drilling, delving, pushing at the sensitive muscle. Eyes focused on Owen’s face, drinking in every gasp, every movement of his face. He certainly noticed the way that the Delesian became flushed as with fever during their romps, and he grinned even as he drove further and harder. With his free hand, he gripped Owen’s cock and strokes the male with passion.

“You don’t imagine your merchant captain?” Bhavan teases a little cruelly. Jealousy wasn’t a good look on him, and he hated himself for it. Owen knew Bhav fucked half the countryside so it was only fair that Owen take lovers. Owen should take lovers. But I don’t want anyone to fuck him so well he forgets me. Grasping at his lover’s hand, he apologizes with his eyes; his tongue too involved in other pursuits.

“I love you… i love you… I love you…” Bhav kisses his way back up to Owen, pressing his weight into the other to keep him on the ground. Hands moving to strip them naked. He grinds his nakedness against Owen’s and it feels like two magnets sliding into place together. Fused and joined as they were meant to be. “Should I eat you more, suck you? I only want you to feel pleasure, no pain…”

[bhav-boy]

Bhav spread those thick cheeks wider and dragged his bearded face all across the young prince’s ass before he spat on the hole. Alone in Bhav’s quarters, the old friends were up to their old tricks. Relieving stress in the most pleasurable way.

“What was that Prince Abril?” Bhav teased the younger male as moved up and laid his muscled physique on top of Abril. His fat cock nestled between the other’s supple cheeks, the saliva lubricating Abril’s trench. “Say that a little louder…”

Closed starter for @abril-canalo

[mystxcmxn]

bhav-boy​:

“Mmmm… you asked for it,” Bhav grins as he shifts their position again. At first, it might even seem peculiar. But then the strong Nokian prince stands up without withdrawing from Abril. Lifting and lowering Abril on his girthy member as he walks, he passes the balcony to stand on a box. Arrayed around the box is a series of mirrors so Abril can see them fucking from all different angles.

“You would love it, being fucked on that balcony… my subjects getting off on their king…ruining his queen for anyone else…” He growls as he pounds the younger male with abandon. With Bhavan set to wed a Meksi, Abril would need to marry Valor or Zakar if he was to ever get satisfaction in marriage. Few men could fuck a princess like a whore, and fewer still had been so favored by Ezthos.

There was a sudden cry of pleasure as yet another shift caused abril to sink even lower on the man’s cock. Bhav didn’t need the help of gravity to reach that point inside that made the young prince wild but with it added Abril could feel his toes curling already. His hands wrapped around the shoulders as they walked each step causing the man to hit that sweet hidden spot.  He moaned louder as his own face came into view every where he looked all he saw was his body being ravished by the man. He closed eyes enjoying the way it felt to be taken by the man. “Im going to -” his words where cut off as he felt his body finally come undone as came around the cock of the man.  

[bhav-boy]

Bhavan watched in the multitude of mirrors as Abril came without touching himself. He didn’t stop his thrusts, either. Instead he times his thrusts so that each of Abril’s spurts were punctuated by Bhav’s cock battering his poor prostate.

Turning Abril’s face he met those pouty lips in a bruising kiss. The Nokian prince kept steadily fucking the younger male. Grasping Abril’s cock, he begins to work up a fresh head of steam. He wondered if he could get Abril off again before he lost it.

[ofswordandcrown]

bhav-boy​:

“Oh… no, I’m sorry,” Bhav bites his lip and shakes his head. Tai may not believe him, and certainly his reputation was against him here. But, Rhanvard always told him it was better to be honest with the men you liked. Who you wanted to be with. Or else all trust was built on lies which led to suffering. “I will admit a lot of things, but, the thunderstorms last night when Kyu came to my room? I just held him. I brushed his hair and told him it was okay, thunder could be really terrifying. I did not fuck your brother last night.”

“I have had sex with him, it was fun, but it was never serious. I have a lot of casual sex, your highness. Not as much as people think, but that’s okay. It works for me,” Bhav says, standing up and squeezing Matai’s palm. “I only have one plan for tonight. It does involve you, and I suppose, loosely, it involves thighs. But neither of us will be between any thighs. That is, of course, if you’re brave enough to leave the castle walls with me tonight,”

-

“Mm…” was all that left the Eddisian prince’s lips as he regarded what Bhavan had to say. Did he believe him? Not entirely. He was sure there was a reason that Kyu went to him instead of he or Hari, but he wasn’t going to argue. Not if Bhavan was trying to be honest. Though hearing that the man had had sex with his brother had him rolling his eyes, if only because he knew that much was obvious - he knew his younger brother’s appetite, and he heard rumors of Bhavan’s appetite, too. It would, really, only make sense that the two had had sex with how often the two had spent time together.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to hear it all the same.

Still, though, as the prince explained that he had a plan for tonight that did involve him and, very loosely, thighs, he lifted a brow up curiously. What, really, loosely involved thighs? “Are you not to give me a hint? Or am I supposed to take you for your word and allow you to whisk me away Gods know where, without any guards to shadow us or anyone knowing where we are running off to? The old maids will have a field day, seeing us sneaking off together…” Another small tsk left his lips, the corners turning upwards in a hint of a smile. “But color me intrigued. I’m brave enough. But if you try anything untoward, it won’t be my guards you’ll have to worry about, your grace, it’ll be me.”

[bhav-boy]

“I don’t need to give you a hint,” Bhav had the nerve to smirk. Matai was used to holding all the cards, calling all the shots. If someone tried to force him to do something, Matai would balk. It was the entire reason they’d not met on his first visit to Eddis. His parents sequestering him so Bhavan wouldn’t see Tai with a face like a bruised peach. But this was different. The choice was entirely in Matai’s hands. He could choose to go or not go. But the details were Bhav’s. Tonight he would need to share power.

“I think that you are used to people trying to fit you into a box. That people don’t see who you are or what you want to be and you expect everyone to be like that.” Bhavan says as he lifts Tai’s hand up so he can kiss his knuckles. Looking at the other prince through his lashes, the smirk turns into a grin. “So much so that you’ve begun to do it to me. There’s a box that I’m supposed to fit into and you are challenging me to get into the box and fit the dimensions.”

“Tonight, I’m going to show you that I am in Eddis to get to know you. That whether or not we are for each other or not, I want to know your truth. Forget the boxes.” Bhavan draws Tai to him and kisses each cheek before he pulls away. “All of that said, we will both politely forget what could have been misconstrued as a threat. Threats are not a sound beginning of any friendship, they do not engender or build trust. Nor do they develop or foster respect.”

“But the sun is very warm today. Clearly, I have misunderstood you.” Bhav continues to smile as he turns to leave. “I hope I’ll see you at the garden gate dressed to impress at midnight.”

[ofswordandcrown]

bhav-boy​:

“I meant I would rather that you walk beside me so that I might have the illusion of a pleasant walk with a friend, but this works,” Bhav chuckles and rights himself. Looking at the state of Lysander’s muddy trousers, he shakes his head. “I’m glad the only things harmed today was my ego and your breeches.”

“I understand. I know it may seem like I’m ignorant t the threat to my life and the line of Nok,” Bhav confesses as the pair continue their walk along the tree-lined lane. “I suspect many people believe that I am being so obstinate about staying in Dele out of my bond with Prince Owen. Admittedly, there is a little truth to that. To leave before his coronation would signal that Nok does not see him as a credible king. But there’s more to it.”

“For all the risks, I will stay because I will not show fear. Not of an assassin nor the change of power through legitimate succession. Furthermore, I will not give anyone a reason to think we were behind this. Let all the world see the heir to the throne of Nok as without blemish to his honor.” Bhav looks at Lysander and shrugs. “I love him, yes. But I love my country and my people more.”

-

“Only the illusion, your grace? You do not believe to consider me a friend?” Lysander asked, just the subtlest of humor to his words as he glanced over at the Nokian heir. Of course, he knew what he meant. The prince wanted it to seem less like a security detail and more like a pleasant evening out, and so the rider did as he was told and began to walk alongside the prince. “But you need not worry about my pants. Better they be stained than your own wardrobe. Besides, you wear them far better than I wear these old things.” And they were, really, old things.

But then again, most things about Lysander were old things.

“I was not questioning your reasoning for staying in Dele, your grace. You are a smart man, and I know that your reasons are not just for the good of the kingdom, but for the whole of Aladonia. I trust in your ability and your decision making,” he spoke, offering a kind smile to the man as they walked. Of course, he knew very well the fact that Bhavan had strong feelings for the crown prince of Dele, but he also knew that Bhavan was very realistic and that he knew that they would both go to rule their own kingdoms.

“You will make a great King one day. I just want you to know that, your grace.”

[bhav-boy]

“Indeed, Lysander, the illusion that I have the luxury and freedom to go for a care-free stroll with a friend. A time where you generously permit me to pretend that things are different than they are. That you are not constantly scanning the treeline for threats on the ground within meters of us. That Udriam is not that speck in the sky that has been keeping an eye out from above.” Bhavan points upwards, it could be a hawk for all he knew. Yet he wouldn’t be surprised. Lysander and Rhodan were superb at what they did. Cracking s smile, he gestures to Lysander’s pants. “This might surprise you, but not many people would toss themselves into a puddle to prevent my own clumsiness. Although to be fair, you are a friend who has been charged with protecting me. So perhaps that is the true reason you took a spill for me?”

“I sorely hope that you are right, Lysander,” Bhavan smiles and shakes his head slowly. He pushes away thoughts of Owen for a time. The pleasures of the other night would be suitable fodder for dreams of a different life when he slept tonight, but while awake, he needed to focus on this one. “Once the coronation ends, it will be back to the subject of finding a future queen. As my friend, do you have any opinions on the candidates at large?”

[athenianwit]

daphne + bhav.

If Bhav could have sunk into the soft and loamy earth and disappear in this moment, he would have, he was so embarrassed. How many times had he and Owen been a nuisance to the queen was a number high enough he didn’t want to dwell on it. Yet, with all the grace due his station, Daphne moved to ensure he was stable and comfortable, as he ever had.

“I think I rolled my ankle when I slipped because I desperately did not want to crush your beautiful rose bush under my suddenly graceless backside,” Bhav chuckles as he accepts help to take a seat on a nearby bench. Part of him was still mortified at intruding on the queen’s grief; but he began to wonder, given her actions, if he wasn’t a welcome distraction. “I would appreciate that, your majesty. Just enough that I can make it to one of the wardens, I’m sure”

“I’m not sure if you knew this,” Bhav watches whilst the queen works in his garden, and aims to keep up the conversational distraction. If he could help ease her pain, even for a quarter of an hour, his ankle’s pain would be well worth it. “but you inspired me to pursue the study of botany for a time. I felt that it was incredibly noble and wise for a royal to know the land as you do,”

botany had always been an outlet for the queen - something he could use to unwind and distract himself from the stress and horrors of his day to day life. the smell of the greenhouses reminded him of the ones he spent so much time in back home during his youth. if he wasn’t interrupted, daphne could spend an entire afternoon attending to his plants. “i appreciate it. they’re very delicate and it takes months to get them to blossom to that perfect golden shade.”

stepping away from the prince for a moment, he entered the nearest greenhouse to pluck at one of the plants near the doorway and returning to bhav. “oh really? i have to say i’m honored to hear that.” he sat back down and squeezed the tips of the plant and a clear liquid oozed out onto his hands. “it’s a helpful hobby to have, i’ll tell you but you need to have patience.” of course he could only do so much without magic but it was things like this that made daphne feel useful. “it’s going to feel cool and a little odd but it will help sooth your ankle.” daphne didn’t wait to start attending to the injury.

“if you were serious about studying it, i could show you a little of what i know? not sure any of my sons have much of an interest in it.”

[bhav-boy]

“Then I’m even more glad to have fallen as I did. Truly, what you have managed to lovingly coax from the earth us such an achievement here,” Bhav found himself blushing at how effusive he was being in the moment. This always happened, however. Bhavan could be quite normal and plain with Daphne and the late Morris; until he and Owen fell into bed together. Then he was awkward and an ungainly teenager again. It wasn’t as if by this point Daphne didn’t know about them.

“I would, rather like very much to learn what you know of botany and healing herbs and such. If thing progress between myself and House Meksi as our parents intend, I suspect it would fall to me to know such things.” Bhav chuckles as he thinks up on his future queen. Their rough and tumble ways and resistance to ever being a traditional queen. It didn’t bother him, however. “Not that I mind at all. I look back fondly on how warm you were; how with a few plants you could soothe what ailed your children. That they came to you first. One day, I would like to be that kind of parent myself.”

[princekyumeksi-deactivated20230]

“Ungh…Kyu…” Bhav’s throat had always been particularly sensitive. He had already been leaking precum before, but with this added pleasure, the fat head of his cock belched up more and more. While the sexy young prince worked his magic, raising a giant hickey on his throat, Bhav finished prepping him. “Your wish is granted…”

Without dislodging Kyu from his throat, the Nokian spread those cheeks and guided the helmet head of his cock to Kyu’s ass. Pressing up steadily Bhav doesn’t stop until he’s breached that luscious ass. Soon, the prince begins to thrust upwards, burying more and more of himself inside of Kyu with each thrust.

“

Kyu couldn’t stop the loud, pleasured moans that escaped his lips as the other prince pressed inside of his hole. He always loved how Bhav spread him open with his cock, he wrapped his legs around the other’s body as he looked into the other’s eyes. He arched slightly off the pillows, his cock leaking even heavily than before. “F…fuck Bhav. Don’t stop until you are all the way inside of me. I want every inch of that princely cock inside of me! I want it all, please give it to me.” whimpered Kyu as he squeezed his ass around the cock. 

[bhav-boy]

“You feel so good,” Bhav grunts as gravity sinks Kyu down on his cock as he thrusts upwards. Finally, the younger prince is impaled fully on his cock, and Bhav licks snd kisses along his jawline until he’s kissing the boy’s ear lobe. His hands roam Kyu’s back and he growls against the Meksi’s ear, “you pick… do you want to ride me, or do you want me to lay you and pound you hard and fast?”

Bhav grinnes to himself as the breeze fluttered the vines that screened their little hideaway. The scent of honeysuckle and sweat perfumed the air. Bhavan didn’t know the future, but he hoped it was as sweet and sultry as this moment was.

[crownedgauthier-deactivated2024]

bhav-boy​

Since he had met Owen, the other had made him feel like a rebel. Owen made it look effortless because he pulled off the Prince show flawlessly. But he didn’t love the confident countenance that Owen wore for court, and it was this beaming, smirking, laughing face that was all for him. All of his resistance, all of his second-guessing, was melting away. How could he take advantage of Owen when he would never permit himself to do the other any wrong, no matter how slight.

Many of his lovers delighted in the noises he made when they found his spots. Yet it had been Owen who had first learned where on his throat to lick, how to nip at his ear lobe. They fit together like two puzzle pieces, but it was this man, who knew him so well, that always made things richer, brighter, and more vibrant. Then Bhav’s hands were on these cheeks, concealed and covered by britches, and who knew what else.

“I am yours…” Bhav growled softly against the nape of Owen’s neck. Hands seeking purchase even as his body tried to connect with as much of Owen’s skin as it could. But then the man did it; he looked down into Bhav’s eyes and said the line. “I’d quite like you to fuck me.” In hindsight, it always struck him how polite and formal it was. But formed on those lips, with those smirking blue eyes tempting him to take all of Owen; it was a magic spell. It absolved them of being crown princes, of a union that could never be. With those words, they were only ever Owen and Bhav. “…and you are mine.”

He knew what Owen wanted, what he needed. Flipping his first lover over so he was on his back, Bhav pulled at fastenings until he pulled Owen’s britches off. Without any patience, Bhav ripped the seam of Owen’s briefs, creating a large hole at his ass. Folding his lover in half, he let his beard tickle that ass as he looked into those deep blue eyes. “I’m going to eat you until you’re begging for it, and then I’m going to slide back where I belong, got it?”

.

Some truths were simply undeniable. Fire was hot, the sky was blue and Owen would always be in love with Bhavan. There was not an inch of the Nokian prince that he hadn’t kissed, that he hadn’t memorized. He craved these moments with an intensity so deep he didn’t know what to do with other than supress it, keep it hidden away to feed with nothing but his fantasies and dreams. He had indulged this flame for so long that it had turned into a monster, one he didn’t even bother fighting because he knew there was no use.

For his prince, Owen would let the flames devour him whole.

“I’ll always be yours,” Owen mused between kisses, biting his friend’s lip gently. “I’ll always belong to the first and only man I’ve ever loved…”

He shows no resistance at all when Bhav turns him around, knowing exactly where this was going. He would’ve complained about the lack of delicacy towards his clothes, but he had always been weak for this kind of eagerness. If he wasn’t rock hard before, feeling Bhav rip his briefs off certainly finished the job. His status didn’t matter in that moment, nor did he care for it as he simpy spread his legs to make room for everything Bhav was promising.

“What do you mean I’m not already begging for it?” he asked, almost teased, as he looked back into Bhav’s eyes with fiery passion, but with an even deeper adoration for this man. Maybe he was to be crowned king soon, but with his best friend he would always be that 15 year old with no pride and a searing desire to be loved. “Don’t make me wait, love– Please. You know you belong inside me.”

[bhav-boy]

“You’re right, you are begging for it,” Bhav grins as he looks into Owen’s eyes, a teasing twinkle in his own. Still, the Nokian prince drags his soft beard against the cheeks of his lover’s ass before he gives his taint a teasing lick. Then another lick, now tantalizing close to Owen’s entrance. Another, and another, each one so close to that bundled knot of nerve endings, yet those smirking eyes do not look away. “Maybe… I like to hear my name on your lovely lips…”

“Or maybe,” Bhavan begins to say something else and then stops. Winking at Owen, he leans back and slowly removes the fasteners to his tunic before he shrugs out of it and sets it aside. Then he’s back to licking and teasing all around the prince’s sphincter, so close but not quite touching. While Owen is rolled back, one of Bhav’s hands steals around and finds his prick and begins a slow and teasing stroke. “… we have all night. It’s been too long and I want to make this last and last. I want memories of this to come back to you when you need it most.”

Letting his other hand begin to work on freeing himself to the night air, he groaned. Teasing Owen was a pleasure, but he only had so much willpower. Especially when faced with the broken bulwarks of Owen’s poise to share his love. How wildly different were their coping mechanisms were for waiting on these moments. Owen denied himself everything and Bhavan denied himself nothing. Yet when they were together, it all fell away.

“Command me, king of my heart. Tell me what you desire,”

[ofswordandcrown]

bhav-boy​:

@ofswordandcrown 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 (Smutty)

“A wholly unexpected but excellent surprise,” Bhav flicked his tongue against the shell of Zakar’s ear. His hands smoothed down the other’s flanks to cup the prince’s marvelous ass. It was beyond decadent, perhaps rude, to order the closure of this bath house so two old friends might enjoy the rare treat that was each other’s bodies. “but this is really what I needed…”

Tipping the other male’s chin up, Bhav begins to kiss the Vastic heir with greater passion. Hands skimming the water line as each was fillled with the thick globes of Zakar’s incredible backside. “It’s been far too long…”

-

Eyes couldn’t help but close as he felt his friends hot breath against his ear, his tongue dancing along his skin and causing a fire to burn inside of his body. Oh, it had been a long time since he and Bhavan had spent any time together. Several moons had passed since their last visit, but their visits always ended the same way - with the two of them fucking until the rooster crowed at daybreak. And their visit now would no doubt end the same way. “It has…” Zakar murmured, his cock plump from the mere idea of being able to spend time with Bhavan’s skillful mouth, talented tongue, and powerhouse of a cock. “But I figured if we’re going to be here for awhile… we might as well make the most time of it.”

The idea of getting into the bathhouse, really, had been so the two of them could find a potential third to share together, to see the man stuffed so full of cock and cum that he would no doubt be carrying one of their bastards by the morning, but this? It was a nice change, too. A hand snaked down between their bodies, wrapping his digits around the man’s cock. The crown prince had seen a great many cock in his years, but Bhavan’s was easily one of the biggest he ever had the pleasure of being with - easily in his top three - and everytime he felt the man’s cock head breach his sphincter and stretch him wide, he couldn’t help but wonder if that sensation was precisely what his partners felt when he fucked them.

“You should know you are a special one, Bhavan… One of the only few that can mount me without me first wanting to mount them…” Zakar murmured as he began to stroke Bhavan’s lengthy cock, the weight of it already having pre beginning to dribble from the tip of his cock and into the water below. “And one of the few that can fill me so fully and so completely… I cannot wait to be reminded of why they call you Blessed by Ezthos.”

[bhav-boy]

“Ahh…” Bhav exhaled against Zakar’s neck between unhurried kisses. Zakar had incredible hands, and anyone who had the pleasure to see him weild a sword or grip their cock knew it. Letting one finger slip between those cheeks to tease at his old friend’s entrance, his other hand traced up along chiseled muscles to cup a pec. Nipping lightly at the Vastic’s ear lobe, he listens to his words closely. Letting out a soft chuckle, “you old sweet talker…”

As a younger man, out to fuck the pain away of a first love refused, Bhav had acquired a legend about his endowment. When he and Zakar had had sex together the first time, he had marveled at the man’s member. Like his own, but different. Given Zakar’s disposition, he had worried about telling the other that after trying bottoming with both Owen and Zakar, he just didn’t like it. Not that he expected Zakar to be rude, but to simply agree and never wander back to penetrative sex together. “…every time we are together, it is a gift. A rare and precious moment to be savored and respected. That’s the real reason you let me, Z. I respect you and wouldn’t dishonor you, isn’t it?”

“Did I ever tell you? When I first heard that nickname, I wondered which blessing people were talking about. I have always tried to be a memorable lover, I had felt my mouth was as good as my cock…” Bhav lifts Zakar so the other male is seated on the rim of the pool they’re in. Running his fingers across the wet planes of muscles, he strokes Zakar’s cock and begins to tease the head with his tongue, while a sneaky finger continues to tease the prince’s rosebud.