Pride and Purpose

Perestan Merlyn - 32 - Lord of Blacktyde - Master of Coin

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princexavion‌:

The youngest prince had always had a knack for information and numbers. He could do math in his head like it wasn’t anything. He wasn’t looking to take over Perestan’s job for him but if the position were to be opened (and he wasn’t already part of the royal family), there would definitely be a valuable case he could make as to why he should be appointed to the job. “The festivals are for everyone, not just the privileged few. That’s probably the main reason why. Why would you want to turn down an island party?” It was then that the attendant came back with his bowl of mixed fruit. There was a little bit of everything in there. He sat it on the rock a bit away from the water before popping a few grapes in his mouth. “So, did you do anything especially fun? Make any long-lasting memories or stories?”

“They are, and I believe you are right. I cannot imagine why anyone would want to not attend an island party, or the wonderful festival of Medes. Truly the most beautiful of all the kingdoms here in Metia.” Seeing the attendant come the Master of Coin waved his hand turning down the fruit, odds are it had come from Blacktyde which meant Perestan had unlimited access to the wonderful tasting fruits. It was after all the fruit that had made his family so wealthy and thrive here in Medes, and of course their assistance to the new royal family had won them certain favors. Shaking his head a little at the prince, “Believe it or no, nothing that was especially fun. I instead took in the enjoyment of seeing others having a fun time, making such memories. I did have my arm painted.” Turing to look he flexed his bicep a little in the process, though he noticed the paint was already beginning to be washed away. “Well my arm had been painted.” 

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princexavion‌:

He certainly admired the other’s body for the brief moments it was out in the air before it was submerged in the water. he admired all of those who could build muscle easily. he was tall but his body type was more for the toned and sleep, not the built and bulky. “I did. The festivals are always a high point of the year for everyone.” he swam over a bit closer to the other and tilted his head forward to let his newly-covered hair fall more over his face. “I’m pretty sure this is a good indication of that.” He chuckled for a moment. “Did you enjoy yourself? Or did you stay in your office and work the whole day?”

“They are, and believe it or not the festival doesn’t cost as much as you would think it does. In fact it proves to be very fruitful for the Medesi accounts. We make quite a bit ore than we have to put out for them.” Smiling when the other revealed to Perestan the aftermath of his day at the festival. It did indeed look like the youngest prince had had his fun. Though he wasn’t sure what to do when Xavion swam closer to him, biting his lip a little. “It does indeed appear that you quite enjoyed yourself, my prince.” Nodding his own head at the question. “I did enjoy myself at the festival, like I always do. But no I didn’t find myself in my office at all today, which is quite odd, as that is where I am usually all the time. It was good to have time for myself today, and at the moment.”  

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princexavion‌:

His father had told him that he planned on adding a hot spring area to the castle itself for the royal family’s use at some point in the future. He thought it was a great idea but it wasn’t built yet. So, here he was. He wasn’t the kind of person that would hog all the space to himself. It was just him and there was more than enough hot water for him and Perestan to share easily. If the other wanted to use the springs, he was more than welcome. “Don’t be ridiculous, Perestan. Come in here. These springs were made to be shared with others.”

Nodding, he gave the prince a smile and small bow, before removing the clothe, his bare body now on display before Prince Xavion as he stepped into the spring. Sitting down into the water, the Master of Coin couldn’t help but groan out in relaxation as he felt the water cover over his skin, and muscles. After a few moments of lounging in the water, stretching his arms out over the sides of the pool. “Did you enjoy the events today, Prince Xavion?” 

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princexavion‌:

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When it came to festivals and parties, nobody could do it quite like the Medesi people could. Xavion knew that well enough and still, all the festivities were enough to take the wind out of his sails. He was glad that everyone was enjoying themselves but there came a point in the night where he had to tap out. Instead of going to the castle and heading to his room, he wanted to spend a little time in the hot springs and soak his muscles. After disrobing and submerging himself, he asked the attendant for a bowl of fruit to enjoy as he sat. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the rocks and let the water do its job. It wasn’t long after he closed his eyes did he heard the padding of footsteps coming in his direction.

Perestan had been enjoying the festival, it was rather relaxing after the attack, and he had quite a bit of fun. It wasn’t awful that the Master of Coin walked away his work, and yet the fun and the festivities and all the oppurtunities the festival had to offer. It was enough to actually tire him out, and make him want to take a refreshing dip into the hot water springs, to ease musceles and relax into the encroaching night. Not wearing much, save for the material wrapped around his waist that he would use to dry off after he was down, he got to the edge when he spotted the youngest Medesi prince already in the water, quickly averting his eyes. 

“Prince Xavion, forgive me. If you’d like I could come back at another time.” The last thing Perestan wanted to do was disturb one of the members of the royal family in their time of leisure. 

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weirdest place you've ever had sex?

“Well considering that’s a very limited thing I have done, I would have to say in the gazebo during the joust with a certain Bergian noble.” 

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ofilmare‌:

footsteps made their way up the steps to blacktyde. truth be told, poseidon hadn’t been paying a lick of attention when his father explained why he was being forced to go the castle. he’d learn the ropes soon enough. his eyes took in the familiar sights as he was left by his lonesome. the curly haired male began to roam from the foyer, aimlessly wandering through the castle—he knew he’d be scolded if he got caught, but that wasn’t exactly on his mind in the moment.

poseidon stumbled upon the blonde male by accident, though he was far from displeased. he recognized him almost immediately, of course, though he didn’t know much about him. his tongue wet his lips as he strolled over to the master of coin, extending a hand. long eyelashes battered up at perestan. “ i hope i’m not interrupting anything, am i ?? ” poseidon questioned, his face the epitome of innocence. “ if i am, you’ll have to let me make it up to you… ” his voice trailed off as a smile came across his features. // @lordofblacktyde​

Perestan was currently walking down the hall overlooking papers. Quite frankly work never ended for him, having to run his own house, and then on top of it the finances of the entirety of Medes. Though Perestan didn’t mind it, in fact he rather enjoyed the work laid out before him. Numbers were after all far easier to work with than people they were so much more closed to debate, and interpretation than people. Though it was necessary for him to grow closer to the other houses, and that was why he had invited a member of Il Mare to Blacktyde, so he could get connections with it, and hopefully allow that to breed into other connections. 

What he wasn’t expecting though was to find him right there in front of him and not in the reception hall, and yet the lord found himself struck to where he was. The other nobleman was rather...pretty. The way he batted his eyelashes, and licked his lips, the smile it was all so perfect. Nodding, he tried to smile back, “Please no worries at all, truly, in fact this saves me from an even longer walk.’ Raising his brow at the other, “Though do tel how would you have made such a thing up fro me?” 

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diamondhilted‌:

Sir dun Iannisport brightened as the noble approached, having until then been running through what or how to ask in his mind. Did he pitch it from the start, ease into it based on the man’s own family history? Beneath the curtains of dark hair and behind his amber eyes was a strategic conversationalist, weighing the parry versus the strike, in how to navigate what might be a coming negotiation.

“You’ve given me much to think about, Lord Blacktyde.” With a flip of that hair, Ygran righted both his expression and his posture, giving Perestan his full attention. “To share a meal with you would be lovely, but I would admit that’s not the full cause of my visit.”

Appearing sincere was the challenge – not because he wasn’t, but because he was. Ygran’s a performer at heart, bearing his truth only to those he most greatly trusted. “While we bathed in Valtolia, you shared the story of the Merlyn line, and how they attained nobility.” Ygran licked his lips as a brief pause. “Would have the records of the transaction? I’m doing…personal research.”

Perestan smirked at Ygran when he mentioned being given much to think about. The Master of Coin noted the flip of his hair, the change in posture. “Is it truly that much to think about? I hadn’t realized I had given such a tough decision to make good knight. I will surely take that under consideration, for the sake of my next guest of course.” 

Chuckling a little. “I promise you a meal with me is not all that you make it seem. I am afraid I am a rather boring dinning partner. But if it was not that, then pray tell, what brings you to Blacktyde? Surely not just the hope to help me bath again, as I promise I am quite sober today.” 

Perestan recalled what he could of that night they shared in the bath, to his embarrassment, not much was returning to him, though he didn’t doubt the truth behind Ygran’s words, believing that he had probably shared the story with the other man. “Do I have the records of that transaction?” Giving Ygran a nod, Perestan hadn’t needed access to them in quite a bit of time, but it was something his father had shown him when he was young. 

“I do. May I ask what that research is for? Those documents are among my families most prized possessions, so you must understand we don’t share them lightly.” 

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oceanking-obasi‌:

Obasi liked when men took the initiative and put their tongues in his mouth first. He often would wrestle for control but right now Perestan was having it. His hands went to grab the male’s ass to hold while he fucked him. “Good. You are welcome to do it as often as you wish,” he said as he nipped at the male’s jawline. “Though, my queen might join if you come to our chambers. He likes to join,” he hummed, letting his hands rub up the other’s back. He let out a couple of moans, feeling the male hitting the right spot. “Keep that angle, Perestan,” he breathed out, feeling his eyes slip closed from the pleasure. “You’re getting good, better than most on their first time, that is for sure.”

“I’d like that. I’d like that very much, to have the Queen join in. Though I fear I may die from the pure bliss the two of you sharing me would bring, and alas where would Medes be without its Master of Coin?” Chuckling Perestan felt as the hands caressed his ass and then his back enjoying the touch of the King. Obasi felt amazing, and being inside of the King of Medes felt even better. Nodding his head when he was given advice from the older man again, this angle was good, got it. Doing his best to keep it, he blushed at the compliment. “Do you say that to all the men who you allow to let you be their first fuck, my king? Or am I special, Obasi?” 

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diamondhilted‌:

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Social seeds had been sewn, and now it was time to check the sprouts. Before his fall from grace…and a horse…Ygran had been using the joust as an opportunity to rub elbows (among other things) in the name of making connections, building bridges. Getting his name on the lips of those that made Medes move.

Lord Blacktyde was an enjoyable encounter, the man as chaste as a priest but drinking deep the vision Ygran made of himself. So the Merlyn line had come from Valtolia, taking control of a cash crop of fruit and marketing it to the rest of the known world. While Ygran wasn’t sitting on any fountains of gold, he’d saved up a good amount from his time as a mercenary, since life as a knight seemed to be a most-expenses-paid kind of gig.

Castle Blacktyde cut an impressive form against the beautiful Medesi coastline, the knight having cut through an orchard or two to arrive. Having been hailed by the guard, Ygran was content to wait, simmering in the heat with a looser-than-loose tunic hanging from his frame, his chest showing dark hair and shadow from the revealing cut.

If there was one thing that the Lord of Blacktyde truly enjoyed it was hosting people in his home. He often tried to keep the family island open to all, his family knowing what it was like to be strangers in a new land. That’s why he tried to make sure that no one felt out of place, or uncomfortable there in his home. Perestan tried to be a friend to everyone, it was something that truly, truly brought him pleasure. 

Walking into his reception hall, the Master of Coin smiled at the knight Ygran, he had gotten close with the man and his friend Leonidas at the joust. Though the lord tried not to focus too hard during their time in the bath together, remembering all well how the other man washed away the dirt from his body from the joust. 

“Ygran! To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Tell me friend is all well? Are you hungry? Or thirst? If I can offer anything please don’t hesitate to ask, my friend.” 

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oceanking-obasi‌:

Perestan was knew to topping so the other’s skills were not there yet. However he did have to admit that he wasn’t doing a bad job. Feeling the cock slid into him Obasi let out a low moan. It had been a while since anyone wanted to fuck him so this was a nice change of pace. “It does,” he said with a grin as he let Perestan go at his own speed. Reaching up with one hand he cupped the side of the male’s face. “Stop clenching, breath. You’re going to bust if you keep holding your breath to try to hold back. Holding your breath speeds up your heart rate, which gets blood flowing too quickly,” he told him before pulling the man in for a kiss. “Breath, darling,” he said as he leaned back against the bed. He clenched a little around the man’s cock and smiled up at him. “Do you like fucking your king?”

Perestan nodded taking in the advice of the King of Medes, and slowly began to breath, unclenching his teeth, he tried to relax himself to make this encounter last as long as possible. Feeling the hand on his face, he smiled at Obasi, before he kissed the other back, slipping his tongue into the king’s mouth for a few seconds before the two pulled away. Letting out a moan when he felt Obasi clench around him, Perestan still fucked him rather slowly, not wanting to get too rough with him just yet, he was trying to ease the process keep things steady as he had been instructed. Blushing at the question, “I uhhh I like fucking my king very much.” 

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oceanking-obasi‌:

Obasi groaned and gripped the sheets as Perestan told him he was going to make him wait. He wasn’t wrong, most of the time if the king wanted something it was given to him when he desired it. People were no exception. So having Perestan keep working on his ass was bringing out the needy side of him. His hips swayed back and forth, getting the tongue to go deeper into him. When the three fingers were inside of him he let out a loud moan, arching his back more. His prostate was being easily prodded by Perestan from this angle and he loved it. He smiled when the fingers were removed and he was told to get on his back. He stood up on his knees and reached back to pull the man into a deep kiss. “Go at whatever speed you wish. I won’t be mad if it ends fast. It is your first time, so I imagine with will be like mine. Over too soon,” he whispered against the other’s lips. “Just breath,” he told before moving to lay on his back. Pulling his legs up to his chest, his arms were under his knees. Looking up at the blonde he smiled wide. “Time for you to lose your top virginity. Take your king.”

Pressing his lips against the kids, when he was pulled into the embrace, he listened as Obasi told him that Perestan could go at any speed he desired when fucking the king and that he wouldn’t be mad if the lord came quickly considering this was still his first time and not something that Perestan was aquatinted to. The Master of Coin assumed then that it was common for men topping to come quickly, just as he had came rather quickly when he bottomed during the joust. Nodding, Perestan slowly slid himself inside of Obasi, feeling his tightness around his cock, the younger man gently began to thrust in and out of the king, before picking up some speed, and before long the slapping of skin on skin could be heard along with Perestan’s low grunts. Clenching his teeth as he fucked Obasi, “Does this please my king?” 

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oceanking-obasi‌:

Obasi had only bottomed a handful amount of times before this day. It wasn’t that he didn’t get pleasure from it, most of the time people preferred to be fucked by a king. Which he was happy to do. But being able to let someone else have a little control from time to time was a big turn on for the king. When two fingers fit inside of him and the question came he smiled wide. “Pretty fucking bad,” he moaned, rolling his hips back against the fingers. “I am not usually one to turn into a bitch in heat, but damn I am really turned on right now,” he sighed, biting his bottom lip. He pushed himself up, letting his hands be flat against the bed. “When you get three in, finger me a little while then pull out. I’m going to get on my back before you put your cock inside me. I want to see your face and kiss you when you fuck me.”

Perestan blushed when Obasi compared himself to a bitch in heat, it was not something he was used to someone calling themselves around him, least of all a king. “Good, and I think I shall keep my king waiting on receiving my cock. As a king, he is not used to waiting I assume, so it will be fun getting that rare power over him.” Grinning he slipped his tongue back inside of Obasi getting him nice and wet before he spit a few more times against the king’s hole, and slipping three fingers into him, one at a time. Perestan did as he was told and stretched Obasi wanting to get him nice and loose for him so that it wouldn’t hurt. Once a few minutes had passed, and the lord was sure that Obasi was ready for him “Ok, my king, get on your back. I am ready to give you my cock, my king.” 

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oceanking-obasi‌:

When he didn’t hear any questions about what Perestan should do but instead felt the tongue move inside of him Obasi couldn’t help but melt into the bed, A long moan escaped from his lips as he let his arms stretch out in front of him and his back arch to keep his ass up for the man. “That’s it,” he sighed, enjoying the feeling. It had been a long time so this was going to be enjoyed. Making sure to relax around the tongue he also wanted to show Perestan just how tight he would be around the cock by clenching a little. The lust was building in him so much that he pushed his hips back to feel more of Perestan’s tongue on him. “Fuck, I’m getting needy,” he said with a grin on his face. His cock was throbbing, hanging in the air. The king took in a breath before bitting his bottom lip. “Open my hole up for you Perestan.”

As the King made his moans and gave the Master of Coin such beautiful words of encouragement. He smiled as he licked at his hole. Pulling back, he spit on Obasi’s hole a few times, before finally slipping one of his fingers into him, and gently began to slid it in and out of him, at one point he slowly curled it inside of him, wanting to hear the noises that he would make. “Your hole is so deliciously tight my king, it is my honor you will be the first I fuck.” Going back down, he stuck his tongue back inside of the King of Medes, and lapped at his insides again, before he spit again and slid two fingers into him, trying to stretch him out. “How bad does my king want my cock?” 

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oceanking-obasi‌:

Obasi groaned when he felt the tongue on his hole. It had been a long time since he had been eaten out. “You should wiggle your tongue around, spell words, draw shapes, whatever. But when the skin is nice and wet, push it inside of me. Let it wiggle inside of my hole to get it wet. Pull back, spit on my hole and push it in with a finger,” he directed the man. “You do these things in whatever order you want but be sure to keep it up until you can fit three fingers inside of my ass.” He reached back and let a hand comb through Perestan’s golden hair. His eyes slid closed as he was ready to receive the tonging from him.

Wiggle his tongue. Spit on his hole. Push a finger in it. Get Obasi’s hole nice and wet, wet enough to fit three fingers inside of him, and then he’d be ready to push his cock inside of the king. He repeated those instructions in his head over, and over. It could all be done in any order he’d like, which was even better. So he pushed his tongue inside of Obasi, and began wiggling about inside of him. The King tasted far better than Perestan would have thought, his hands pushing Obasi’s cheeks further apart. Perestan pushed deeper inside of him as he ate at the King’s hole. His tongue lapping away inside of him.

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oceanking-obasi‌:

Obasi undid his own clothes, leaving him naked before the male. His hands went to Perestan’s ass, feeling it as they continued to kiss. He was sure that the man was going to be a great bottom, but the title of being the first Perestan got to fuck was something Obasi wanted. “You’re going to have to open me up. I don’t bottom too often,” he said as he moved to get on all fours on the man’s bed. Arching his back his cheeks spread a little, giving the man a small view of his hole. “Have you ever eaten anyone out before? Be sure to use tongue, lips, even nip a little. Fingers are important too,” he said, getting comfortable so he could instruct Perestan if he needed to.

Perestan watched as the King stripped naked for him, he bit his lips. This wasn’t a sight he was used to, usually Obasi looked every inch a king in his regalia, and now he was standing there naked before him. It was just as beautiful, and he enjoyed it just as much as Obasi in clothing. Nodding his head when he watched as he got on all fours, smiling. He took the lesson like he took all others, and so got down behind the King, placing a hand on his ass, he began to massage the cheek before he gently ran his tongue along his hole. “You taste delicious, Obasi.” 

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oceanking-obasi‌:

Obasi chuckled at the idea of stripping the male himself. He was already half there. When asked if he wanted Perestan to fuck him he gave a nod. “You’ve been fucked, that is one virginity lost, now you must fuck. You have a lot to learn still.” He reached down and undid the ties keeping the pants around the man’s waist, watching them fall. Leaning in he brought their lips together in gentle kiss. “Also, when you’ve fucked me it is my turn to show you how a royal makes love. Hope you weren’t going to be busy today.”

Perestan knew that King Obasi was right, he still did have a lot to learn in the practice of pleasuring others sexually before he could even hope to fully understand it. Nodding in agreement with Obasi, “I still do have lot to learn, my king.” Feeling as his pants were undone, he was left clad only in his small clothes, his hard length obvious as he stepped out of his pants. Returning the kiss, Perestan smiled when Obasi said that he would also have to be fucked in order to be shown how royals made love. “I wasn’t, and even if I was, I would always be ready to make time for my King.”