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oleck soroka. arcane advisor of bergia. ramavishnu toyne. king of casther. [ metia blog ]

[courtiings]

alphaeus "alfi" myre | youngest prince of medes | armani jackson

oleck soroka | arcane advisor of bergia | liev schreiber

ramavishnu "ram" toyne | king of casther | john abraham

reeve the quiet bear | wandering witcher | john krasinski

yuzef lacon | coinmaster of argonia | henry golding

emirayne "rayne" beaumaude | laird of auridon | daniel craig

fransisko cabal | lawmaster of sollia | mark consuelos

[gaybuckybarnesss]

MARK CONSUELOS Photographed by Ned Rogers for Stuart Weitzman

[kingdomcrows]

"i am."

it's a simple truth, a confession almost, of purity he's held on to throughout his growing years. there had been plenty of times he could have given it away, lost it. fellow nobility, the son's of his father's most trusted men that he grew up with, but something told him to wait, to let the moment come naturally, to allow it the chance to be something special.

is this that moment? perhaps. it's the eve of his nineteenth name day and soon he will be riding off on his onyx and gold dragon into the battlefields that plague sollia. if not now he may never get the chance again. much better to be here, in the comforts of his own bedroom, in sheets that feel familiar, than in some stategy tent in the middle of death and destruction.

a shiver courses through him as sisko's hand trails along his growing erection, stiffening under practiced fingers. he nearly moans but bites it back.

the words make him want to ask a question—do you give this to my father?—but he decides against it, instead relishing in the fist that palms him until he's backing up and collapsing onto his sheets. hungry eyes take sisko in as the robe begins to slip away, the words catching him off guard. a confession of sisko's own reaching his ears, going straight to his cock. it twitches between his thighs, needy and wanting.

the crown prince of sollia watches sisko hungrily, taking in the pale contours of his chisseled pecs, the way his abs form into a tight waist and down to thick legs. he's imagined those legs wrapped around him countless times, woke up in the middle of the night biting into his pillow as he stroked himself to completion, imaging he was pumping his seed into the master of laws.

when he's sitting upright, sisko's hand on the back of his neck, he can't help the moan that falls from his lips at the filthy words coming from the older man, his declaration, his desires laid bare. he captures the man's mouth in a heated kiss, letting the last words be swallowed down into the pit of his stomach.

when he pulls away, his eyes lock with lord bloqueo and he nods his head quickly. "my first and second and third sons will be inside you." he moves a hand to grab a fistful of firm, golden buttocks and squeezes firmly. "show me how you want me to fuck you and i'll do it until we both are loose limbed and fragile. i want to hear my name on your lips as you give me your seed. please, sisko. please."

the prince of sollia does not beg, but for this he will.

[courtiings]

Sisko is not surprised to hear the confirmation of Luc's virginity, but he does not meet it with judgement, either. A boy's purity should not be taken lightly. Especially not one belonging to a prince. Knowing this would be a likely possibility, Sisko regarding his intentions for this evening as a service, helping facilitate the boy into adulthood.

After tonight, Luc would become a man, and Sisko would have helped him accomplish it.

"You are a good kisser, my prince," Sisko chuckles, pulling away from the embrace with a grin. "You will be very, very popular in your pursuit for a queen... you will be fighting off suitors like a witcher in the woods. Do not forget that. You contain power, Luc. Don't be afraid of that."

But for now, Sisko would be the one commanding his power.

"You may be a virgin, but you sound sinfully impure, my prince... be honest with your lawmaster. Have you fantasized about me? About what I would look like naked? What my fat, round ass would feel like around your prick...?" Sisko asks, stroking Luc's dick slowly to start. "Tell Uncle Sisko everything... tell him how you want to use his body, and spare no detail..."

[trackandcapture]

As a rule, Junyuan wasn't a fan of surprises. Running into Yuzef was a very rare exception to that rule. His face uncharacteristically brightened when he heard that voice and actually smiled when he saw the man's face. He didn't even give a rude gesture when he was called his newly acquired title- just an eye roll.

"I'm alive which is enough for me to be grateful." Because he could've been collateral damage in whatever his father and older brother had gotten themselves into but was spared. "And of course I'm going to be fighting! A chance to show off and knock some sense into our distinguished guests? You wouldn't be able to keep me away! But what about you? How are you?"

[courtiings]

"Some wouldn't even take their lives as reason to be thankful, so you've also got that," Yuzef smiles. The coinmaster caught that little roll of his eyes; precisely the reaction he wanted. Every now and then he liked to have a little fun with his contemporaries. Only as a treat, if he deemed them worthy of a little tease.

"I am thrilled to hear it! You will undoubtedly hear my cheers in the colosseum... but now, I will not be fighting. I need to retain my pretty face for the deals I will be making this week. Lots of foreign guests, even more business opportunities... but that is my default state, of course. Always busy. Are you nervous about the fights?"

[saltcrowns]

Ram was broad and muscular like most kings, but his physique wasn't one built for battle like his two brothers nor the other kings who fought alongside their men. No, Ram's body was forged from years of hard work and training to lure in men like a siren. Plump, large chest that jiggled as he walked, an hourglass frame with a thin waist, and a large ass.... Rohan had been one of those men who fell victim to this particular siren. Even if they were brothers, he was only mortal after all.

"Mhmm, my Queen's pussy deserves the finest cock Casther has to offer." Rohan said in a low growl before pushing his tongue inside the others pucker and tasting that sweet, forbidden taste he'd craved for years since he first tried it. Feeling that hot, wet mouth return his cock... Rohan was in pure bliss. Spreading those globes as far open as possible, the prince only dug his tongue deeper into his brothers cunt as he possibly could.

[courtiings]

Ram loved being thrown around and taken as much as the next voracious bottom, but sometimes he did have to remind himself of his status as king — moreover, that he could command a situation if needed. And Rohan was taking a little too much control right now.

Pulling off his brother's cock with a sinfully loud pop, he tears his massive body away from Rohan, and lays the younger man flat on his back. "If you queen deserves he finest cock Casther has to offer—" he begins, settling his haunches around Rohan's sides, "then you best give it to her before she changes her mind—"

And with that, Ram sinks down on that long, thick cock at his entrance, growling to a moan at the intrusion.

"Terraaaaa—" the king cries, practically seeing heaven. "Fuck me, Rohan... fuck your queen—"

[cumplexdiaries]

Seeing   that   the   other   man   was   a   witcher,   Seraphim's   head   bobbed   in   a   nod   of   acknoledgement.   “Ah,   I   see.   I've   worked   with   quite   a   few   of   you   before   I   ended   up   with   the   court.”   Seraphim   can   remember   the   exciting   journeys   he   went   on   with   witchers.   He   saved   the   killing   for   them,   but   that   didn't   mean   he   couldn't   conjure   up   a   shield   or   heal   some   wounds   while   he   was   out   there. 

“Abjuration   is   my   specialty.   Love   protecting   and   healing   people.”   Seraphim   admitted   with   a   smile.   “I   might   not   be   able   to   look   into   the   future   as   skillfully   as   some   of   my   peers,   but   I   can   hopefully   help   alleviate   some   of   the   problems   in   the   present   should   the   need   arise.”     

[courtiings]

Reeve always felt a kinship with mages, arguably even more so than with most witchers. Especially the ones in the employ of a royal court. He could never thrive in such an ecosystem, and he knew that. Even if sometimes it took a little self-degradation in the convincing.

[ ᴜꜱᴇꜰᴜʟ ]

[ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ]

The chaos around them seemed to die down some since the initial attack, allowing Reeve to more tactfully respond.

[ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ? ] he signs, starting to walk away.

[kingdomcrows]

"i am young. compared to most other mages in courts. but i am also powerful." he's sure that alfi knows of his feats, king aurelius calls him his storm bird for a reason—he will call the storm down upon their enemies and tame the seas for his king and the royal family. magic runs rampant in his blood and he'll channel it for a singular purpose: medes.

kovider can't help the laugh that escapes him, it makes his shoulders shake, he has to put a hand over his mouth. "i will keep that remark about your father's age between us. if he found out, it might be the death of him." he offers a king smile to alfi, a hand on his shoulder before he contemplates what they could do.

"how would you feel about purchasing some argonian fashions. immerse yourself in their culture while the family is here and see if anything suits your tastes?"

[courtiings]

"Young and powerful... I could only imagine what that feels like. I'm young, but that's it—"

"I know he is not old, but his ideas... those come across as old-fashioned to me, sometimes. When I used to, well, present myself differently to the world, I would always hear him discussing my prospects for marriage as though I were a literal piece of property. A thing to be sold. After I transsimilated, he suddenly grew more quiet about the topic, at least when in my company. Almost as though I commanded more respect as a boy than I did as a girl—"

A moment to collect himself, feeling as though he'd begun oversharing.

"But I may be overthinking things. I know father only wants me to be happy and secure with a husband..."

"Do you believe I require new clothing—?" Alfi then asks naively, keenly unaware of his ability to pamper himself every so often.

[saltcrowns]

Luckily for Florian, socializing and flirting came natural to him like breathing. People had always been captivated by him, even when he was a child who seemed to be the center of attention from the others his age and adults were amused by his childlike charm. As an adult, balls like this were never dull but there was a certain pressure now with current circumstances.

Flirting with Lord Marbot's son, the two spoke for a few moments and Florian even brushed the others hair and mentioned how beautiful his eyes were. Once he was sure the man was captivated by him, Florian excused himself back to his mother. "Thank you, mother." Rayne's compliments and praise had always been carefully crafted, giving Florian just enough for him to yearn for more. "We didn't get to talking about marriage yet, but he did ask me to save him a dance later tonight." Perhaps that would be a good sign. From the corner of his eye, Florian could see the Marbot smiling in his direction before being swarmed by his group of friends.

"He told me that I have pretty lips."

[courtiings]

"A promise of a dance is better than polite conversation, that much is certain," Rayne nods. "Your father was a lovely dancer, you know... he really knew how to made his buttocks look good in a pair of trousers, but that was for my eyes only... be sure to accentuate your own arse when you see him again. Now that you've gotten his attention, you need to really ensure you keep his attention—"

"And yes, you've got lovely lips, my dear. That came from me. Certainly not your father. Bless him, but his beard did wonders to conceal the fact that his pout could charitable be described as subtle... is there anyone else here you've formed an interest towards?"

[saltcrowns]

His husband stayed behind in Bergia, they thought it'd be best if only one of them came to this thing and Rhiannon had been the most who was more involved during the Dove Concord. "Oh, thank the gods... Roderick just told me he wants me to throw a ball for his birthday and invite everyone." Rhiannon wasn't as open to that idea, considering what just happened with Iskander and he wasn't particularly fond of outsiders in his home. "But that is something to worry about once all this is over."

Oleck was a handsome man, he would have certainly been an ideal Bergian man if he weren't a mage and raised in the cozy castle of Solanis so far south from them. "Of course," he said, hooking his arm into the others so they could go off together wherever Oleck had planned. "I haven't had much of an opportunity to explore the castle, or the city. Far too warm and humid for me."

[courtiings]

"Roderick can be a handful, yes, but you've got nothing to worry about on that front... for now, anyway." Despite his high position in the Bergian court, Oleck often found himself playing babysitter to his royals. Instances like now, he supposed.

"Argonia is quite unlike our native cold, yes," Oleck agrees, allowing Rhiannon to link up with him as they prepared to leave his quarters. "I became fond of warm weather during my studies, but the cold has become so... comforting? I almost find myself not trusting these Argonians on that basis alone, other factors considered... do you know when the king will be arriving? Surely you're lonesome without him..."

[saltcrowns]

Florian worried that he'd have to sacrifice love for duty, marry someone who was just there to bail out his family's financial problems and nothing more. That was the price that came with being in court, something he had internalized from a young age... though the young lord always dreamt of being swept off his feet by a knight in shining armor and riding off into the sunset with them, though maybe he'd read too many romance novels when he was a teenager. Now he just hoped he could find someone attractive enough, at least get something out of it.

As his mother made sure every little detail of his was perfect, Florian couldn't help but let out an annoyed sigh. "Okay..." Florian had always been a natural when it came to talking to people, but there was a certain pressure that came when your mother was watching you try and charm handsome men your own age. He did as he was told, brushing into Marbot's son and starting up a small conversation and some light flirting before he excused himself to return to his mother.

"How was that?"

[courtiings]

"Oh, don't pout like that to me, boy. Pouting is unattractive, especially to men—"

Luckily, to Florian's credit, it seemed as though he took direction magnificently, if the body language displayed by himself and the handsome young lord were any indication. Florian did always prove to be a thing of a social butterfly, and that would serve the both of them well in their pursuit of an agreeable husband for him.

"Well, I will say you did not embarrass yourself, which is a good sign." Complimentary, but not overly so. That's how boys like Florian learn. "What did he say? Did he seem to be someone looking for a spouse...? Not that you should be dissuaded otherwise. Never take no for an answer in matters of the heart, Florian. If I'd heeded your fathers words all those years ago, you'd have never been born..."

[smccthscaled]

not at all minding the mess they made, gaetan luxuriated in the heat of the bath, the grip of the silent witcher stroking his length, the dimming of the light from the disturbed surface of the water. reeve fucked himself, and gaetan humped vaguely upwards, if only to keep the bear from lifting too high and flopping him out.

when reeve pulled on his core and closed tight, the shark gasped. it'd come as a series of bubbles, likely lost in the churning surface of the bath, and his wide-mouthed expression under that surface, all teeth.

gaetan grabbed onto reeve's hands on the sides of the bath, as an anchor point to fuck from. pushing upwards, chasing each downward slam of reeve's hips, teeth bared, trying to drive his companion towards his edge.

[courtiings]

Reeve is so used to fighting on defense and never holding an upper hand in the game of life that, when he sees the visible reaction his clenched asshole as on Gaetan, he nearly smirks at the sight of it. Knowing his body could have such an impact on a person. That was its own kind of magic in a way.

But to his credit, Gaetan responds in kind, increasing the pace of his thrusts in such a way that it makes Reeve cry out in pained pleasure all the same. He felt his orgasm approaching, and the shark couldn't have been far behind.

[ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ]

[lorclajax]

"I've even been told you grill rather nicely." smile flat, eyes pleased. "like a fish. you turn so...flaky." as if they weren't going to go barb for barb.

would it be that easy? reinvigorate argonia's noble dating pools, by simply...letting everyone in. "it would take quite the man for me to look beyond our borders for the next to fill my seat. I've taken the time to build it up so high, I wouldn't imagine letting it fall into some stranger's hands."

concerns would melt, albeit briefly, for a laugh. "damn. we really did, didn't we?" a lifetime ago, it seemed. "don't even think about it. you're lord of a house. I'm lord of a house. what would we do-- combine our lines and take concubines to sire our children?" it's too hilarious to even imagine. "imagine, if-- if it was even the same concubine. if the lords of the mycenaea and the lyconus were brothers."

[courtiings]

"Flaky means delicious, so I refuse to take that as an insult, but a valiant effort all the same, friend...?"

"Financially, it would make sense to merge our finances, or at least, create a joint house of our own," Yuzef ponders, in spite of the potential implications of such a thing. "Marriage is, of course, a financial endeavor meant to benefit both parties, and we would stand to benefit..."

"But if we really wanted to think about our bottom lines, perhaps we would not even need a concubine—"

Then he shakes away the possibiility.

"But as I said, we are most certainly not compatible in that way. Besides, we've got vastly different types of person we're attracted to, anyway..."

[kingdomcrows]

if a man were to desire me.

what is desire if not the hungry beast that lurks between sinew and skin? that stokes the flames that ignite the bloodstream to cause the familiar flush to dance along cheek and chest? what is a man to do when he desires someone, often times more than one person, but has no knowledge on acting upon it?

he learns. he accomplishes. he moves on.

the hand to his cheek is soft, gentle, and they stand there like that for a moment, eyes locked. they're caught between moonlight and candlelight, pale silver and warm amber. shadow and light contour prince lucealyx's body, as it does to lord bloqueo, too. when sisko draws forward, there's a moments hesitation, the slight flinch of surprise that melts away as lucealyx presses forward.

lips to lips, hungry and wanting.

before the kiss can be taken too far, he pulls away. it's impolite not to answer a question.

the new man shakes his head. "only in my dreams." he states honestly, one hand resting on sisko's hip, the other against his well developed pec. "in it, you sit upon a throne of your own." a gentle press of his hips forward as his now hard cock pressing against sisko's leg. "will you?" he asks now, voice soft, a rough whisper. "stay in my bed tonight?"

[courtiings]

For someone who is almost certainly a novice, Lucealyx is a tremendous kisser. What he lacks in skill and finesse, perhaps, he more than compensates for in passion. Raw, blistering, enthusiastic passion. Like a child who has been deprived of a sweet treat for his entire life, finally receiving the chance to taste it for the first time. This kiss was the result of years of a boyhood crush finally being acted upon.

"So you are a virgin, then..?" Sisko asks, requesting confirmation in a gentle, non-judging tone. "There is no shame in that. Everyone is a virgin, until they're not..."

Luc's cock feels so big jutting into his leg, even through a layer of clothing on both end. The hand on his pectoral is equally forceful; Luc clearly knows what he wants, like a real man. Sisko did not think his goal tonight would be this easy.

"I will stay with you tonight, my prince," Sisko confirms, reaching down to stroke Luc's growing erection, taking its immense length into his firm, skilled hands. "It is what you deserve... a future king must be treated like one, after all... and I am nothing but in service to the throne of Sollia, whoever may sit on it..."

Without a further word, Sisko guides Luc to his bed, and pushes him onto the luxurious mattress, allowing the younger man's inner knees to buckle and bend against the edge. One thing Luc needed to learn tonight? That being on top doesn't mean one is in control.

With Luc's back against the bed, Sisko knows he can finally begin his seduction in earnest. "I have wanted you like this for longer than I should admit, my prince," he says, chuckling to himself as he unfastens his robes, allowing a peek of his hairy, muscular chest to reveal itself as the top comes apart. "Stealing glances of you, watching as you've aged into the handsome young man you've become... imagining what kind of lover you would be—"

One more maneuver, and then Sisko's robes fall completely to the floor, revealing himself to be completely nude underneath. Making his way down to Luc's chambers like this... not an easy feat, but clearly he managed.

In the pale reflection of the Sollian moon, Sisko's short stature only accentuates the thick, pumped muscles of his chest, covered with a hint of dark hair that the lawmaster intentionally keeps trimmed and short for aesthetic purposes. The curviness of his pecs continues downward to his lightly cinched waist, and then to his shapely ass — massive globes of tanned, golden flesh that Sisko himself sculpted to perfection through vigorous exercise. Any man would idealize themselves taking hold of Sisko by the hips, bending him over, and having their way...

And tonight, that man would be Luc.

Now fully nude, Sisko saunters closer to Luc, pulling him up by the scruff of his neck to complete attention. "I will do more than stay in your bed, my prince," he begins, putting a little bit of lusty venom in the boy's title. "I will take your thick, fat cock in my mouth and I will taste your hearty seed, and then—"

A brief silence.

"You will shove your prick inside my greedy little cunt until you've bred me with your first heir. Several times, preferably. Does that sound... amenable?"

[kingdomcrows]

kovider is a man who knows how to hold a man's attention. he's done with mages, nobility, princes, and kings. he knows how to have them hanging onto his every movement, his every word. sometimes it takes no effort at all, other times it takes more than he would care to admit.

for oleck it may be coming a bit too naturally.

he stares at the elder mage, body partially buoyant in the heated water, hands weaving magic into it to keep it steaming. "i have my ways of protecting myself from your...particular divinations." not so subtly, kovider's eyes glance through the water, toward the very cock that's invaded his mind a few too many times. "i'm pleased to see that you weren't lying in your letters or altering the image for the visions you sent me." he teases, a grin dancing over his lips as he leans back against the stone tub. "are we sharing stories of our conquests? is that how you wish to spend the time we have here?"

[courtiings]

"Hmm? Oh, you mean—" Oleck says, understanding Kovider's euphemism as he glances down to his submerged cock. "Well, I'll have you know it appears even bigger outside of water, if that means anything... appearances can often prove deceiving, as I'm sure you're aware..."

He sits up a bit straighter, making sure his muscular, virile chest is fully visible above the water as he speaks. Gotta accentuate the assets in present company. "This is how I know you're so young," Oleck teases, inching himself a bit closer to Kovider. "I am not one to rush into anything, even when feeling tempted to..."

"A little bit of prelude often makes for the very best experiences, dearest... sometimes talking is as satisfying as doing, and what can I say... I am a scholar. I enjoy having my brain stimulates just as much as other parts of my corporeal form..."

[kingdomcrows]

there were few things that surprised lucealyx these days. most of them had to do with assassination attempts, betrothals, or some scandal that would sent the courts spinning. he did not think spotting the king of casther walking into a sauna, where he'd seen other men entering and leaving together, would be added to the list of things that did surprise him.

nevertheless, intrigue gets the best of him and he was heading to the sauna anyway. even in argonia he kept to a strict training regimen and part of that meant recovery and relaxation. he may be entering his name into the colosseum after all.

stripping himself bare, thick cock hanging between his legs, he lets the heat of the room lick his sweat stained skin as he moves throughout the stone and wood area. he takes a seat beside the king, noticing the man's eyes upon him nearly as soon as he entered. searching, seeking. a game that lucealyx can play, too.

he sits, legs partially spread, like many of the men within. "your majesty, king ramavishnu." he let's the man's name roll off his tongue, low and rumbling, like dragon fire caught in his throat. "the world does seem rather small, doesn't it?" he runs a hand through his hair, sighing. "but i am pleased to see you here as i hope you are."

[courtiings]

Ram is unable to tear his hungry gaze away from the young prince's hefty cock, practically dangling right in front of his face like a piece of meat teasing a starving wolf...

And Lucealyx probably knew it, too.

"Increasingly smaller, it does... and I am still not sure if that is a good thing or not, no offense intended. But if you are to be king someday, possibly within my lifetime, then I suppose this is as good a time as any to begin forming bonds, an understanding..."

"So..." Ram begin, trying to keep his mind off the massive hog in his midst, "how is your father faring...?"

[kingdomcrows]

"then my forgiveness is yours, may it serve you well." kovider smiles aware of the upbringing that the king and queen have given him. each of the sons have something special about them, something that none have. there's a compassion within alphaeus, one that's bone deep. kovider wants to protect it as best he can.

"i'm nearly twice your father's age, alfi. i might be one of the youngest mages in any court, but age has nothing to do with wisdom." kovider shakes his head, laughing a bit. "you're catching me on a good day. you've seen the storms that i can sunder. wisdom is knowing when to do that."

finally, kovider sits at the edge of alfi's bed, looking at the prince. "so tell me, your royal highness. what do you want to do today then? the world is in the palm of your hands."

[courtiings]

Alfi smiles sweetly in response, appreciating the feeling of being heard for once. As much as he loved his family, he had a tendency of going ignored; not being taken seriously. Sometimes an outside party like Kovider had to reaffirm Alfi's own beliefs about himself.

"Well, you seem young," he says. "I will not feel completely out of place with you by my side... sometimes my father feels like such an old man. The way he conducts his business as king is more stodgy than I think even he realizes—"

But he stops himself from elaborating.

Alfi shrugs. "I do not know what there is to do in Argonia... have you got any ideas of your own? Ones that do not involve violence, unlike the reason we've come here..."

[kingdomcrows]

the gift is surprising.

personal, delicate, thoughtful.

for a moment, prince lucealyx only looks at it and has no words. the silence stretches between them as honey colored eyes look over the golden key and matching chain. how much information did being in king lucerys court grant sisko? did he know of the arguments between the father and son? did he know how lucealyx was already grasping at the power of his future and demanding change so that he can be the kind of leader he wants to be? the kind of leader that the people would need him to be in the future, in the war, perhaps after it?

"sisko," the prince says, a gravelly breathlessness to his tone. "this is..." an inhale that he holds for but a moment before he lets it out slowly. "i will wear it every day, a reminder of the home that i have here and the home that i will make in the future." he does not take the golden key from sisko just yet. no, instead, he goes to ensure that his door is closed and locked for the evening.

he returns to stand before the master of laws, his cock half hard and growing as he notices the look that sisko gives him. he turns, dropping the robe a bit from his shoulders to reveal his muscled back. "will you put the necklace on me, lord bloqueo?" when the necklace is around his neck, he holds it between his fingers before he allows it to hang against the bare skin of his chest.

"you're right, we are as equals as men now." lucealyx says as he turns around to face sisko once more. his gaze is heavier, needy, pupils filled with lust. "i would like to kiss you, sisko, as a thank you and then...well...i am a man now. i'm no longer a boy." his hand dips into his robe, fisting his cock. "show me what it means to be a man?"

[courtiings]

Sisko is pleased to see Lucealyx appreciate the gift, even if it were not really what he came here to give him. But he knew he couldn't just outright throw himself at the prince; there needed to be a token exchanged first. It just so happened that Sisko had an impressive side skill that allowed him to create one.

"I am glad to hear it, Prince," Sisko smiles, catching himself in a rare moment of heartfelt gratitude. Maybe he did care for Luc more than he himself thought previously. He couldn't personally relate to the young man's predicament as the future king, but he did know what being raised with such great expectation projected onto you felt like. The weight of it.

It only convinced him further that Luc needed what was to come.

"Of course, Prince," Sisko says, taking the chained key from Luc's strong hands, watching as he lowered the robe just enough to give him a close view of the toned, tanned musculature of his back. This was a new angle to view him from; an intimate one. The thought of it alone sent chills down Sisko's spine.

When the key and chain are clasped around Luc's neck, the boy turns back around to look at him, their faces now suspiciously closer than they were moments prior. The air was hotter now, too; Sisko hadn't quite expected his seduction to proceed this early. For someone so young, Luc clearly had a level of mastery higher than most his age. Less work for SIsko, but no less fun or enlightening for them both, either.

"Is that so, Prince...?" Sisko asks, reaching up to touch the other's handsome face. "If a man were to desire me, he would not need permission to kiss my lips... he would just do it. Especially not a man who is destined for the throne..."

His face draws a little closer.

"Have you ever done this before, Prince...? Seduced a man? Taken one to your bed...?"