[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .
Leigh smiled as he adjusted the tie of the prince before leaning in close. His breath against the royal’s ear as he hummed deeply in his chest before speaking. “Such a good boy. Keep this up and you’ll be rewarded tonight.”
non-sexual acts of dominance
ㅤTo think of what he once did; that unheard-of request, all those years back, that his personal knight replace the handful of maids and servants that used to be responsible for the prince's personal care. Helping hands to get dressed, to get him in and out of bed, to tend his hair, to bring the meals, to do everything mundane for him, basically — anything that any normal person ought to do on their own, like any functional adult. Lest they were peasants, of course.
ㅤA request that had been born from rather innocent motives, given how uncomfortable Itachi always felt when surrounded by people whose only purpose in life seemed to be to pamper him; first world problems, truly. In Leigh's presence, he at least felt like he could breathe. Like he didn't need to keep a facade on at all time, even while putting a spoonful of cereal in his mouth or while picking a shirt to wear for the day.
ㅤYes, it had started innocent enough... and it wasn't that the innocence had faded, the original reason for the request very much remained the same, but... it was also undeniable that it had changed. Evolved, expanded. Much like a flower would grow from a seed. If having his knight around had been a safe haven before, nowadays it was that and beyond. Those strong but ever so gentle hands smoothing out the collars of his shirt spoke volumes of it
ㅤHands that then moved to the tie and, just as Itachi was about to catch one of them with his own just for a brief moment of affection, just because he could, he instead froze in place when Leigh spoke those words by his ear. The absolute audacity. Not the scandalous breach of protocol, no, that ship had sailed long ago and happily so, but rather— ...how dare he. How dare he leave such a promise hanging in the air, like delicious ripe fruit in a low branch, knowing for a fact it'd be long, long hours before making it reality.
Nope, it wasn't Itachi's fault for being impatient, he'd been raised to be a spoiled brat after all. Might as well act on that privilege, every now and then.
ㅤ«Very poor form,» the prince said, gaze pointed down and apparently entertained with fixing the shirt's cuffs; though, if the slightly bummed comeback wasn't enough of a tell, one look at the suddenly jittery gestures of his hands and fingers would suffice to guess how much the knight's little provocation had his mind spinning.
