Naughty Boys of Camp Daylight

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[naughtyindaylight]

Prior to this point, this blog belonged to a different RPG. Please disregard all prior posts to this one.

The past is a beautiful thing, and I don't care to erase the past.

[naughtyindaylight]

Trimmed from (x), for @crownedgauthier

Oh, was Bhavan Pithou a sight for sore eyes... Owen's month had been hell, to say the least. Dealing with his own grief had been the biggest challenge as he started to take over his new responsibilities as head of state, even before the coronation. Not to mention the countless visits of nobles and opportunists who thought it approrpiate to use this time to earn the new king's favor. All of it had piled up on his shoulders in ways he couldn't even describe.

And yet this, right here, was the only visit that actually mattered.

"I can't believe you denied me the pleasure of washing the grime off your body myself," Owen whispered, his voice shaking a little bit as he started walking towards his best friend, but his words were nothing but empty complaints. Truth be told, he wasn't upset at all. Just seeing Bhav there was enough for him to forget about it all.

So he invaded the prince's personal space, pulling him into a tight hug and melting into him. All those years and Owen still couldn't fight the feeling that their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

"Good evening, love of mine," he finally added, looking for Bhav's eyes. "Your presence in my quarters fills my heart with joy. I'm afraid I'll have to abuse my royal authority and demand you stay until dawn."

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"If you cannot believe that, my love, I doubt you could even begin to fathom how much I stank. No, I wanted to make myself as good for you as I could; before I wrapped myself up in this gift for you," Bhav counters his lover's empty complaint. Seeing Owen made every sore muscle quiet, and with the Gauthier heir embracing him, the aches melted away.

"By all means, abuse that royal authority against me with my compliments and thanks," Bhavan rumbles softly against the shell of Owen's ear. Feeling his lover so close, pressed against him where he belonged was certainly arousing; that could not be debated. But more than arousal, it was comfort, pleasure, and restorative. "indeed, I will need to come up with either another garment to wear back to my quarters or go back skyclad; since this is your gift;"

"I wonder, though," Bhav whispers sultrily, kissing along the other man's jawline as his hands smooth down Owen's back to cup his delicious arse. "Is it only your heart you wish for me to fill with joy?"

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He made sure to take one long, proper look at Bhav. He was so handsome, wrapped in such fancy silks of his favorite color. No matter how much he was grieving, Owen couldn't help the smile and the butterflies such sight caused him. Granted, their romance was one that would never have a happy ending, and yet the Delesian heir felt incredibly lucky just because it existed to begin with.

"Do not be silly, my love," Owen offered, pulling back just enough to meet Bhav's eyes and to cup his face in his hands. The smitten smile was clear in his features. "You can always leave wearing some of my own clothes. I think it would be... oddly romantic."

The kisses that came after were enough to pull a pleased sigh off his lips, and the caress on his ass only made him hold his lover, his oldest friend, that much closer.

"Bhavan," he whispered, his lips starting to dance all over his lover. "You and I both know you're not leaving this room until I'm full of your seed. But it hardly changes the fact that just seeing your face has made my week infinitely better... Oh, how I've missed you, my beautiful prince."

[naughtyindaylight]

Bhavan could see the wistfulness in Owen’s gaze before the would-be king could shake free of it. The Delesian stood by the fact that their romance could only end in tragedy. Yet, he was just as convinced that a life without their romance in it would be less for the loss of it. These moments, precious few and likely to grow fewer still as they grew older, were worth everything to Bhav.

He would never tell Owen that despite being wildly promiscuous, there were only two men he would ever kiss. His queen and his true love. Most people thought Bhavan a romantic and likely thought he meant the same person. Yet, in his own odd way, this was a difference that was important to him. As their kisses break, and his hands are full of Owen, he kisses the man’s nose. “If you want or need to just be still, to talk, or to hold or be held, l’ll be there for you,”

Despite having said that, Bhav hadn’t shown up in nothing but a slinky silk robe because he expected a night of just talking. Everyone grieved differently, and he suspected Owen needed to not think of everything else right now. He could help. “You charmer, you. Telling me about my seed and then speaking reverently about my face. Truly, how can I make you feel less overwhelmed, my heart?”

[taniocanalo]

@crownprincebhav:

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Everyone grieved differently.  Grief needed to be released in different ways.  Today, Bhav was working through some of his grief over the passing of Morris with the ever sympathetic Queen of Onderra.  

“Does that feel good?  You like that, Tanio?  You want something bigger, yet?”  Bhavan teased the DILF queen lightly, thoroughly getting off on the needy expression on Tanio’s face.  Seeing Bhavan was steadily working both of the radiant queen’s holes with his fingers.  He wanted, no he needed, this iconic beauty to ask for it.  Beg to be fucked.  Roughly or sweetly, he didn’t care, all he needed was to be needed.  "Tell me what you need, majesty…“

It wasn’t that Tanio wasn’t concerned for her own safety after what happened with the king of Dele, but… she didn’t believe in cloistering yourself away because of one tragedy. If anything, she took it as a sign to celebrate life, and there was no better way to get over something than getting under somebody else — or in this instance, beside them, with their deft fingers inside your tight, glistening cunt.

“Bhav—!” she cries out, bucking her hips up to meet the shooing motions of his hands. “If your fingers feel this good inside me, I cannot wait to feel your cock splitting me open…!”

[naughtyindaylight]

Pulling the thong-clad queen up and over to straddle his lap, he grinned as he stroked along Tanio's thighs, hips, and abs. Finally, marveling at the view of that iconic ass, swallowing up that thong. Keeping the material pulled to the side, Bhav taps the fat helmet of his cock head against her clitoris.

"I want you to feed my fat cock to your sopping wet cunt, your majesty," Bhavan says as he runs his hands along that exquisite back, turning his head to watch their reflections in the mirror. "You're sure no one will walk in on us here?"

[knightlysienna]

crownprincebhav​:

Bhav smiles at the pair of men who come over to attend to his little brother’s friends. There is the expected banter between old bed partners and the looks and hopeful glances of the crown prince’s attention, but turns it around. Speaking to the character, if not the prowess, of Kiaan’s friends. Using the warm charm that had become his trademark, lifting up others and making people feel seen.

“I assure you, the favor will not be forgotten, Darsh,” Bhavan replies as the food and drink arrives. Taking his time to eat and trade banter with those at the table. Is he specifically withholding his proposal, perhaps. Letting his little brother stew in his own anxious anticipation.

“As for my proposal, I think all agreed will say that it is a good one,” Bhavan didn’t employ a princely tone of voice so much as a princely tone of being at times like this. An aura of authority that he pulled up through the stones it sometimes seemed. “I think we should share my favorite flame,” Bhavan loathed to use the term whore, “and show him a most excellent time. Yes, that is my sincere desire and would make me content, Darsh. What do you say?”

Turning to look at his little brother, he winks subtly, in a way that the others at the table cannot see. He hopes his younger brother has this much faith in him.

“I’m sure it won’t” Kiaan grumbled out, turning his head to role his eyes. The disrespect could’ve been forgiven if people had known who he truly was. It just so happened to be that he wasn’t Kiaan now, he was Darsh. And Darsh would never be so rude to the crown prince. When he turned back to the table (who, thankfully were too busy to truly pay attention) and forced a smile. He just knew is brother was making a plaything of him. He hated the silence, it made him squirm, feel hot. Just spit it out already, it’s what he wanted to yell. 

He didn’t yell. Instead, Kiaan focused on the drink and food in front of him. He allowed himself to pulled into making a passing comment and if he focused on this enough, then he could fully ignore his brother. Alas, Bhav didn’t grant him that. “That would be…” Kiaan started, his eyes narrowing at the other. This confirmed it, Bhav wanted to take the teasing entirely too far. He simply knew, that Bhav knew and he wanted to play with him.  “Would be appreciated, I’m thankful for the honor.” 

Kiaan there was nothing else Kiaan had, it was his bravado. “How could I deny such a wonderful offer?” He’d figure it out as they went along. 

[naughtyindaylight]

"If the rumors are to be believed, Darsh, I expect that it will be the whore who shall be honored. Speaking of, we should not keep him waiting, hmm?" Bhavan says warmly and earnestly. Although he doesn't believe a word about his youngest brother being a sexual prodigy, he would never speak against the rumor. He had more class and familial loyalty, even over such ridiculous boasts.

As he led Kiaan up a flight of stairs to the upper mezzanine, Bhavan took no pains to hide who he was. Few bordellos and brothels were unfamiliar with his custom, and he was always well received by whores and madams alike. As they walked down a more quiet corridor, he comments, "I'm sorry, Kiaan. I sincerely thought someone had done this already, but as your eldest brother, it should have been me."

Before Kiaan can reply, he is ushering the younger man into the Royal Suite; a misnomer if ever there was one, but it was more quite fine and instead of being just a bedroom, it also had a sitting room. He gestures to one of the chairs and takes one himself. "Little brother, you need to learn how to lie about your virginity better. Right now, you boast like a virgin. It's OK, however, and I fully understand it. You're the youngest son and all of your older brothers are absolute mansluts who fuck anything willing and handsome."

"So? Tonight, one of my favorites will come and help us out. I can stay and help or I can go. This is about making the process fun, relaxed, and delightful. I want you to enjoy your first time, and it seems like you've been putting far too much stock by other things than to just get this done."

[louisvroyal]

There was no particular reason that Louis found himself at the University of Eita. All of his peroneal business had been wrapped up and he still had a day and half before he returned to Rhrom. He settled on visiting the university, taking in the architecture. There was also a chance to explore and further his knowledge on a few things that he had taken a personal interest in. 

So, lost in thought, Louis found himself gentle bumping into someone. “My apologize.” He said quickly as he took a step back, it was lucky that neither of them hit the ground. Once he realized who he bumped into, Louis gave his apologies again. “Forgive me, Crown Prince. I was lost in my own head and paid no attention to where I was going.” 

@crownprincebhav​

[naughtyindaylight]

Bhavan had just finished a guest lecture on one of his favorite topics to a group of students and was returning some materials to the university library. Whilst in the stacks, someone jostled him and he dropped the book he was carrying, only after he was lifting it from the ground did he see it was the Queen of Rohrm.

"Not at all, your majesty, the fault was mine," Bhavan smiled warmly and inclined his head with respect to the monarch. He wondered if this was a purely innocent call to the university, or if there was an agenda here. After all, rumors and speculation stood that his father was rethinking his childhood betrothal to Matai. "Yet, if you were wrapped up in your own thoughts, were they for good or ill, may I ask?"

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[naughtyindaylight]

I only ever play tops.

[naughtyindaylight]

For thread history, see Source. For @rampithou

Even in what he presumed to be a nocturnal dream state, Ram could not deny that he’d fantasized about his nephew like this quite often, imagining how good the young man’s cock would feel in his ass, splitting him open from within, tapping that prostate on each powerful thrust...

His brother would hate to know he thought of his son like this. But that’s why taboos were so fun to indulge from time to time.

“You should have taken me right then and there—” Ram gasps, clenching his tight hole around its invader. “Should have taken and claimed me like the man you are, Bhav— fuck! Don’t you dare stop...

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"Oh, it's going to take a lot to get me to stop, Uncle" Bhav savors the word, thrilling at this taboo split wide like the older man's ass. Slowing down his pace, Bhav makes sure every long thrust goes in deep; hitting every sweet spot inside the older man. He can feel Ram's bared cock dragging across his sweat slick skin, oozing and dribbling precum against his abs. His father's brother was the messy fuck he liked the best.

"Yeah? Is that permission, sir? To just take what I want, to be the Pithou boy to claim his uncle? Bend you over and eat this ass, fuck this ass, until you spill messily all over whatever I've bent you over?" Bhav grins as he picks up his pace, the fat, blunt helmet of his thick cock tapping a rhtym against the man's prostate as he thrust. "Any...time...any...where...Uncle?"

[naughtyindaylight]

Past threads, see source. For @divasofaladonia

There was a deep thrill, a deep excitement in all of this. The depravity, the taboo and the risk of it all as he was being completely defiled by the crowned prince - that thick cock slamming between his thick ass cheeks that bounced with every thrust. That fist in his hair, holding him tightly and keeping him in place. His beautiful clothing mostly on the floor, underwear ripped and completely at the man's mercy. Eyes glazed, lips wet and panting and moaning and squirming under his grasp.

"Mm, because you love it your majesty. Having me like this, having your way with me. Maybe deep down you hope somebody catches us, so they can see what you do to me" He cooed, biting his bottom lip and head turned to look back at the gorgeous ruler. "Admit it, this is just the tip of the iceberg for all the depraved things you want to do to me...isn't it?"

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Bhav recalled all the little ways that the man he was attempting to murder with his cock had tempted and teased him today. If he considered it, Dorian had been acting the part of a temptation for several of his visits; but today everything had lined up so perfectly as to lead them to his moment. In truth, the gentleman's ass was absolutely luxurious to plow; not too tight, not too loose.

"Do all your nobles know what a fantastic lay you are? As you ever act the perfect gentleman in waiting? Fuck, can they even fathom how Etia made you to take big, fat, prince dick?" Bhav growled as he drapes himself over the other male's body. He's still dusty from the road, having only just arrived. He'd never dream of inflicting himself like this on his beloved; but this gentleman in waiting seemed to get off on it. "What does your naughty heart want me to do to you, boy?"

[knightlysienna]

crownprincebhav​:

“Are you two insatiable for my cock or my purse?” Bhavan laughs as he exits the screened off nook, muscular brown skin on display for all to see in the main room. He pulls on a silk robe unhurriedly to cover his naked form, but anyone looking will see the crown prince’s famed cock standing at half-mast after a session with two handsome whores.

As fate would have it, the nook he exits from is right next to his little brother’s table. Just as he hears his brother’s boast. A weak boast. The boast of a virgin trying to hide the fact that he was a virgin. Bhav belted the robe tighter about himself as he considered what he should do next. After sampling two of the newest whores in the house, he really needed to drink some water and eat something; recharge through his refractory period.

“Does your generosity extend to me, Darsh?” Bhav asks as he sits down next to his little brother, playing into the cover story. He gestures to a server and orders food and drink before he leans back to look at the man. “I have an idea, if you’re up to it, my friend?”

Meeting his older brother was not in his plans. 

In fact, he had no plans for any of his family or anyone close to them see him in a place like this. He didn’t think anyone would be upset but it did break the carefully crafted image that he kept up for himself. Luck wasn’t on his side today. A small groan left his mouth, as Bhav took a seat next to him. As his brother humored him, Kiaan shot a glare to his friends. 

They raised their arms in defense. How could they have known (when it was their job to check)? but the two quickly went back to their drinks, calling over whore’s over their own. Kiaan did say he would pay. “Of course, it’d be my honor to treat the Crown Prince.” He grumbled it out in a way that only a little brother could as he brought his drink to his lips. 

“And just what do you have in mind?” Taking a look at his brother (which, Kiaan only did for a moment before blushing and looking away.) it hadn’t been hard to guess what he had been up too. 

[naughtyindaylight]

Bhav smiles at the pair of men who come over to attend to his little brother's friends. There is the expected banter between old bed partners and the looks and hopeful glances of the crown prince's attention, but turns it around. Speaking to the character, if not the prowess, of Kiaan's friends. Using the warm charm that had become his trademark, lifting up others and making people feel seen.

"I assure you, the favor will not be forgotten, Darsh," Bhavan replies as the food and drink arrives. Taking his time to eat and trade banter with those at the table. Is he specifically withholding his proposal, perhaps. Letting his little brother stew in his own anxious anticipation.

"As for my proposal, I think all agreed will say that it is a good one," Bhavan didn't employ a princely tone of voice so much as a princely tone of being at times like this. An aura of authority that he pulled up through the stones it sometimes seemed. "I think we should share my favorite flame," Bhavan loathed to use the term whore, "and show him a most excellent time. Yes, that is my sincere desire and would make me content, Darsh. What do you say?"

Turning to look at his little brother, he winks subtly, in a way that the others at the table cannot see. He hopes his younger brother has this much faith in him.

[naughtyindaylight]

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Until very recently, Bhavan had never taken much notice of mature men, rougher men, or bigger men than himself. Always knowing that he would be slated to marry a prince to make his queen, he tended to look in those directions most. Even the common-born flames he enjoyed in the brothels tended to be about his age or a little younger. Tended to be more wiry than bulky. Yet since he and his retinue had had to cross into Dele by horse, things had been different. Particularly with Rider Magnus.

Once, through particularly dense tree cover, the man had opted to ride a horse instead of his dragon; just in case of bandits. The Crown Prince had been very relieved that this security measure was short-lived; riding the rest of way to Dele watching the big man's ass clenching in those leather pants would have been very uncomfortable.

When they had stopped for their midday break and Bhav wandered off "to take a piss", Magnus had accompanied him. The prince had really wanted to stroke his cock to relieve some of the tension, but if the dragon rider insisted, who was he to spare the man's modesty. He had expected that when he extracted his fat cock from his breeches and started stroking, Magnus would take the hint and leave. The dragon rider paused and in that pause, Bhav said with exasperation, “By all means, you may leave or drop to your knees and satisfy what you inspired,”

In response, Magnus had knelt down and surprised his prince instead. Now, Bhav was looking down and watching the way that the rider skillfully used his mouth on his balls, never breaking eye contact. Tentatively, because the man could kill him easily, Bhav rested his hands on the man's shoulders to balance himself. "I had no idea you were so talented, Magnus..."

[naughtyindaylight]

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"Really, it is altogether stressful, Emilio," Bhav sighs and laces his fingers behind his head, still thinking about the conversations with his father about reconsidering the crown prince's betrothal to Matai Meksi. He had been staring out the window of his chamber, but now he looked down and was startled to see his silk trousers around his ankles and the warden on his knees before him. The crown prince couldn't look away as his junior-warden kissed his briefs-clad cock, from the base of his balls all the way to the very sensitive place under the fat helmet, to the tip.

"Ethzos' nips, Emilio," Bhav wasn't certain they had time for this. But as he looked down again, he was having a hard time remembering what he had to do right now besides have a pre-breakfast romp with Emilio. "fuck, that's so nice and distracting . . ."

[knightlysienna]

Kiaan was a little wet behind the ears. 

That’s what one of his friends told him at least and it was something he accepted. Even after he found out the meaning, he just liked to have fun. That was the plan tonight. The three of them entered a brothel, where the music was loud, the drinks were following and the men were rowdy. The three joined the table that had many men around it, some coupled with the whore’s by their sides and others watching the ones in the middle of the table. 

A light blush covered his face but Kiaan focused on nursing his drink. “Ki-Darsh.” His friendly quickly corrected when he was elbowed. Kiaan wasn’t here, tonight, he was Darsh. They had traveled a ways away but it was better to be safe. “Why don’t you take someone to bed?” He finished with a smirk and Kiaan couldn’t help but stick out his tongue at the teasing. His eyes roamed the table, making sure no one heard. He did manage to lock eyes with one person, quickly looking away, did they hear? 

He pretended not to notice, instead during back to his drink, putting up his wonderful bravado. “There would be no one left for the others, I couldn’t do that but pick you want, it’ll be on me tonight.” 

[naughtyindaylight]

"Are you two insatiable for my cock or my purse?" Bhavan laughs as he exits the screened off nook, muscular brown skin on display for all to see in the main room. He pulls on a silk robe unhurriedly to cover his naked form, but anyone looking will see the crown prince's famed cock standing at half-mast after a session with two handsome whores.

As fate would have it, the nook he exits from is right next to his little brother's table. Just as he hears his brother's boast. A weak boast. The boast of a virgin trying to hide the fact that he was a virgin. Bhav belted the robe tighter about himself as he considered what he should do next. After sampling two of the newest whores in the house, he really needed to drink some water and eat something; recharge through his refractory period.

"Does your generosity extend to me, Darsh?" Bhav asks as he sits down next to his little brother, playing into the cover story. He gestures to a server and orders food and drink before he leans back to look at the man. "I have an idea, if you're up to it, my friend?"

[naughtyindaylight]

🌶️ Spicy Starter 🌶️ based on this (n$fw image) for @divasofaladonia

"Oh Ezthos's thighs," Bhav curses and growls as one hand slide up Dorian's naked back and tangles in his hair. The crown prince of Nok has to close his eyes briefly, the visual of that exquisite ass in those ripped briefs, undulating against his pelvis was almost too much to conscience.

He knew that they didn't have all that much time. The castle was swarming with activity, and this quiet corner alcove of a tower would only be empty for so long. Reaching underneath the gentleman-in-waiting, he wrestle the man's prick free of his garments and picks up the pace of his thrusting. He hears movement on the floor below, and laughs, asking "how did you convince me to do this, again?"

[naughtyindaylight]

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Bhav had to rest his head against the dragon rider's back for a moment, thinking of a particularly tricky mathematical equation. Anything to take his mind off of the pleasure he was getting off this incredible man. When the urge to climax faded to a dull roar, he pulled back and snapped the sexy thong strap the man wore before he resumed a steady rhythm of thrusting into Ezrah.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you look?" Bhav asked as he watched the way that those thick, muscular cheeks swallowed up his fat cock. Marveled at the way the thong strap rode against his long cock as he worked on deep dicking the man. Yet, in truth, Ezrah was meeting him stroke for stroke. "Almost as sexy as you feel, oh shit, are you milking me now?"

[naughtyindaylight]

🌶️ Spicy Starter 🌶️ based on this (n$fw image) for @taniocanalo

Everyone grieved differently. Grief needed to be released in different ways. Today, Bhav was working through some of his grief over the passing of Morris with the ever sympathetic Queen of Onderra.

"Does that feel good? You like that, Tanio? You want something bigger, yet?" Bhavan teased the DILF queen lightly, thoroughly getting off on the needy expression on Tanio's face. Seeing Bhavan was steadily working both of the radiant queen's holes with his fingers. He wanted, no he needed, this iconic beauty to ask for it. Beg to be fucked. Roughly or sweetly, he didn't care, all he needed was to be needed. "Tell me what you need, majesty..."

[naughtyindaylight]

🌶️ Spicy Starter 🌶️ based on this (n$fw image) for @ofswordandcrowns

"Of course, my lord. A very good evening to you as well, and my best regards to your family," Bhavan said with a warm smile to the retreating aristocrat. That he managed to do so without letting slip any sign that his best friend was giving him a skilled handjob in this corner of the gardens. Looking down at those deft fingers, so skilled with a sword, stroking his long, fat cock brought a smile to his face. Looking about to make sure they weren't visible to anyone, he slipped a hand into the other prince's tunic to caress the man's nipple.

"Truly, it's criminal that history will never know how skilled you were at this, nor at how well I can mask the fact that we're doing this when surprised by doddering old men," Bhav gasps out huskily as he hears a stone skitter further along down the path. "Etia's dripping cunny, Dae, why is everyone suddenly taking the night's air? Fuck your fist feels so damn good,"

[naughtyindaylight]

Trimmed from (x), for @crownedgauthier

Oh, was Bhavan Pithou a sight for sore eyes... Owen's month had been hell, to say the least. Dealing with his own grief had been the biggest challenge as he started to take over his new responsibilities as head of state, even before the coronation. Not to mention the countless visits of nobles and opportunists who thought it approrpiate to use this time to earn the new king's favor. All of it had piled up on his shoulders in ways he couldn't even describe.

And yet this, right here, was the only visit that actually mattered.

"I can't believe you denied me the pleasure of washing the grime off your body myself," Owen whispered, his voice shaking a little bit as he started walking towards his best friend, but his words were nothing but empty complaints. Truth be told, he wasn't upset at all. Just seeing Bhav there was enough for him to forget about it all.

So he invaded the prince's personal space, pulling him into a tight hug and melting into him. All those years and Owen still couldn't fight the feeling that their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

"Good evening, love of mine," he finally added, looking for Bhav's eyes. "Your presence in my quarters fills my heart with joy. I'm afraid I'll have to abuse my royal authority and demand you stay until dawn."

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"If you cannot believe that, my love, I doubt you could even begin to fathom how much I stank. No, I wanted to make myself as good for you as I could; before I wrapped myself up in this gift for you," Bhav counters his lover's empty complaint. Seeing Owen made every sore muscle quiet, and with the Gauthier heir embracing him, the aches melted away.

"By all means, abuse that royal authority against me with my compliments and thanks," Bhavan rumbles softly against the shell of Owen's ear. Feeling his lover so close, pressed against him where he belonged was certainly arousing; that could not be debated. But more than arousal, it was comfort, pleasure, and restorative. "indeed, I will need to come up with either another garment to wear back to my quarters or go back skyclad; since this is your gift;"

"I wonder, though," Bhav whispers sultrily, kissing along the other man's jawline as his hands smooth down Owen's back to cup his delicious arse. "Is it only your heart you wish for me to fill with joy?"