The Nightingale Prince

Prince Kalyan Pithou, Nightingale of Nok. 25. Beauty and pleasure deserve to be studied, elevated and celebrated. [Gay RP Blog]

[nightingale-kalyan]

Kalyan Info!

basic info

full name — Kalyan Pithou

age — twenty five years old

kingdom — Nok

gender — male (he/him/his)

religion — Fityx and Ezthos

occupation — the prince of Nok, third-born of his family

physical info

face claim — sidharth malhotra

hair — black / eyes — brown

height — six foot two

clothing style — flowy and regal, favors fabric and outfit that look great when he moves and dances. tends to go for greens/browns with golden details. in official celebrations, he also dons some sort of nightingale imagery. 

sexual preference — true versatile

personality & personal life

label — the Nightingale Prince. Known for his singing and dancing, Kalyan got that label for his spontaneous yet beautiful performances at parties and celebrations all across Aladonia

positive traits — charming, educated, joyful

negative traits — impatient, controlling, insecure.

[declanofnok]

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Location: A local tavern, any kingdom.

Declan was the newly appointed Master of Laws in Nok and because of this, he found himself traveling quite often. The work was arduous and his favorite way to wind down after a long day was to visit a tavern and get drunk. Luckily for him, Aladonia was chock full of such establishments so it wasn’t difficult to find one wherever we happened to be. He’d never been to this particular location before but he was enjoying the atmosphere. It was loud and lively, people everywhere drunkenly dancing and carrying on. Deccy sat at the bar drinking his ale, laughing and taunting the local drunkards. “Could try a bit harder not to break the place, you bumbling idiot?!“, he shouted at the man who’d nearly flipped himself over a table. And then, out of the corner of his eye he spotted someone, standing close and holding their hand out to him. “Oh no, I’m afraid I’m a terrible dancer”, he declared, staring at other in a drunken haze.

[nightingale-kalyan]

Kalyan wasn’t interested in most of the power play that came with being a prince, and how his single status made him a perfect bargaining chip for alliances. But he did believe in the power of knowledge, and he knew that one of the best ways to know people was to see what pleasures they indulged into. It didn’t hurt that the newly appointed Master of Laws had decided to go to a tavern, one of the places where Kalyan would completely be on his element. He sung, danced and drank some ale, and soon enough people knew that the Nightingale Prince had joined their party, and they celebrated harder if possible. People climbing to tables and almost falling to their deaths. The young prince found it amusing, until he spotted his target. Then, after a few whispers, he got some of the musicians to start playing one of his favorite songs and approached Declan. “Dancing is not about skill. Is about feeling alive and having fun” Kalyan declared with a dashing smile. “Come on, now. Are you going to leave your prince to dance alone?” he asked with a little chuckle, staring into the other’s eyes. “After all, dancing is but one of those pleasures that taste better when they are shared. You wouldn’t deny me such delight, would you?” 

[gentlemanalistair]

Location: Anywhere that your muse would have food.

Embarrassing, absolutely embarrassing. Alistair wished that he had been blessed with his brother’s natural grace and poise. The star child as far as their parents were concerned. While Alistair was close to being disowned, consequences be damned. Alistair had been so eager to be of help when he saw someone struggling to hold the tray, the young boy found himself tripping and covering himself in most of the food.

“I’m so sorry! I promise I only wanted to help!” Alistair briefly had a flash back to his old home, practically feeling his father’s palm striking his face for such a foolish mistake. Their family was supposed to be PERFECT, and he can’t even stay on his own two feet longer than four seconds.

[nightingale-kalyan]

“Now, now... where’s the rush, young thing?” Kalyan said with a reasurring smile after witnessing the honestly pitiful spectacle of the gentleman in waiting covering himself in the desserts that were meant to be for him and his musicians friends after an evening of singing, drinking and dancing. He stood up and approached the young boy, still smiling. He was shirtless, a light layer of sweat from his last dance still fresh on his body. “You don’t need to be sorry. If I told you of all the times I fell flat on my face while dancing...” he said, before reaching for Alistair’s face and scooping some cream with a finger, that he promptly licked with the most obscene possible movements. “I always appreciate a sweet man, but you might have taken it a little too literal. Let me help you up” Kalyan finally said, offering his hands to the other.

[rampithou]

open to: anyone! location: a private meditation chamber in the cerulean castle

Ram didn’t consider himself devoutly religious beyond his baseline belief in Aznas the Strong. His father really hammered dogma into him as a youth and he resented it, so once he became king himself, he swore he’d never insist on pushing any of the Gods into the lives of his children. If they wanted to believe in a God (or several) then they would have to make that decision for themselves, just as he did himself.

But even still, he did feel a longing to meditate at least once a week, which he did in solitude and away from peering eyes in this private chamber. A special one reserved solely for meditating, he’d been told by his late father. Nobody ever bothered him here; he may as well have been up in the mountains completely alone when he came here. Or at least, usually.

Ram hears the giant steel door behind him creak open, but he does not address the interruption or even so much as glance his head backwards to face it. His eyes remain closed, peering into his inner self as he sits on the cold tile floor, trying to remain in his state of zen despite the other person.

“Whatever this is, I am sure it can wait,” he tells the intruder, his tone equal parts calm and annoyed. “But why do I have a feeling you won’t…?”

[nightingale-kalyan]

Kalyan usually didn’t interrupt his father on his meditations. He understood the dedication to devotion that drove Ram to meditate, as he put the same devotion to sing praises to both Ezthos and Fityx. At the same time, once he learned his father had sent for him, he decided not to make him wait, even if Ram most likely meant for them to meet once he had finished meditating. 

“You tell me, you are the one who summoned me, my beloved father” Kalyan said with a little smirk as he took a sit next to him. “I only know that one of your servants told one of mine that I was required to see you. And there is no better time than the present” he said with a chuckle. “You can finish meditating and I can remain in silence”. But barely a minute had gone by when the Nightingale Prince spoke again. “Is this about the incident that happened with that young lord last week? Because he didn’t tell me he was already engaged, the little lying bastard...” 

[nightingale-kalyan]

ofswordandcrown​:

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The Queen had a book in his hands as he began to walk down the corridors of the Cerulean Castle when a noise had intrigued him. Oh, he knew that noise all too well. A sound that caused a stirring in his own breeches, and he closed the book as he began to follow the source of the sound. Of course, he knew where it would lead him. There were only so many in the palace that had a voice as melodic as that, and so when he found himself just outside of his third-born’s room? He couldn’t help but smirk.

There was something to be said about the pride that he felt, knowing that some of his sons seemed to have taken after him instead of the King. If the Queen were a petty man, he’d lord it over the King and tell him that it just seemed as though the children preferred him - but he wasn’t, and instead he’d keep those thoughts to himself. Instead, though, the Queen couldn’t help but reach out and let his hand grasp the door handle and open his son’s door, immediately scaring the poor servant.

With a bemused smirk pulling at his lips, the Queen stepped inside for a moment, eyes finding Kalyan’s hard cock that was glistening from the spit of the servant’s saliva. “Is that any way for you to talk to your mother, young man?” the queen questioned, hint of dominance in his tone as Rohan took a further step inside. “Look at you, just as naked as the day you were born and still demanding things of me. Someone ought to teach you a lesson.”

xxx

At the Queen’s words, Kalyan almost snorted. But even in his more mischievous and naughty moods, he knew better than to anger Rohan, so he opted for giving the other a playful smile. “Well, you have birthed me and took care of me as a baby, so you would know about me being naked and demanding things” he chuckled as he got up, discarding any covering and just remained exposed for Rohan. After all, there was no inch of his skin that the Queen didn’t know. He was nothing but transparent to him. “Some people would even say that, in certain ocassions, I’m known to be quite demanding and needy” he added as he  turned around, exposing his back and ass as he picked up one of his lounging robes and losely put it on top of his shoulders, in the flimisiest pretense of modesty. “So to what do I owe your presence in my humble abode, dearest mother and Queen of mine? Were you checking that your favorite son is being properly serviced by the palace servants?” he said with a playful tone, his cock still hard and furiously pointing up. He was specially horny that day, it seemed.

[nightingale-kalyan]

himbofpithou​:

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Datu narrowed his eyes as he heard the other man’s words and huffed as he teasingly poked the other man in his chest. “Not at all. I’m a very selfless man, you know?” Datu said with a grin on his face as he looked at the other. Datu couldn’t help his own moans and gasps frrom escaping as those hands explored his own body. Datu could feel the heat of the moment beginning to ake over him, especially when those hands slid down to his ass. Datu letting out a whine as he prressed back into them. “O-ah-Oh? Going to be my personal kissing instructor?” Datu asked with a breathless chuckle. Datu’s lips trailed down to Kalyan’s neck. “Wanna do me a favor and help me undress, brother?” Datu purred as he teasingly grinded his crotch against the other man’s as those hands felt up his ass through the clothes. “Don’t you think this would be so much better without the clothes?”

xxx

Kalyan couldn’t help but chuckle as the other huffed at him. “I believe you can be selfless if there are no mirrors, reflective surfaces or attractive men you want to bed around you. Which can be difficult when you are such a beloved prince” he teased back in between pleased sighs and groans as Datu kept handling his hard cock. He just knew that he was probably already leaking and soon, his precum would start dripping down the other prince’s hands and that was turning him on even more. “Only if you want me to kiss you every single day, dear little brother” Kalyan whispered. At the other’s request, he smirked and stole one more kiss. “Maybe I just wanted for you to go on your day with my seed dripping from your clothes”. But he then slide his hands up to start working those pesky clothes off, sliding them off Datu’s body and kissing and licking every new patch of skin revealed: neck, shoulders, chest, navel. He also took the opportunity to gently push his brother so he was laying on his back as he began to slide his breeches off. “You look good like this... maybe you should remain nude any time you plan on visiting me in my chambers”

[nightingale-kalyan]

himbofpithou​:

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Datu let out a chuckle. “I do, but I can only tell myself that so many times a day before I sound conceited.” Datu joked with a grin. Datu leaned into the other man’s hand before kissing, moaning as he felt Kalyan deepening the kiss. Datu noticed that hat fall down, and decided to let his finger that had been softly tracing Kalyan’s chest to trail down to his crotch. All of his fingers of that hand surrounded the other man’s dick, pumping it lazily as the two continued making out. Datu pulling back to get some air. “Didn’t realize you were such a good kisser. Lots of practice?” Datu asked with a chuckle before going back in. He couldn’t let his brother get to cocky after all. His thumb brushed against the head of the cock as he pushed his own tongue inside of his brother’s lips and mouth, trying to take control of this kiss.

xxx

“So other times of the day, you think you don’t sound conceited?” Kalyan chuckled. As his older brother, it was his unwritten duty to give Datu a hard time. But he loved his brother deeply, and he made sure he knew that as he kissed him deeply, wanting to make him moan and gasp as his hands began to trace his body as well. He groaned in satisfaction as he felt the hand around his cock, the tip immediately leaking precum to lubricate Datu’s strokes. “Yeah, a lot of it. I can maybe give you some pointers if you want to, little brother” he teased again before kissing him once more. He began bucking his hips against Datu’s hand, and slid his own to the other’s ass, both to bring him closer and to tease him even more. “I have been blessed with such a delicious, hot brother” he whispered in between heated, lustful kisses. 

[nightingale-kalyan]

himbofpithou​:

xxx

Was praise and compliments the same thing? Datu didn’t know, but regardless he had a praise and compliment kink. Because any time someone complimented or praised him or showed him any attention at all it was hard for him not to immediately lose himself with them. Datu had enough brain power after his mini-short circut though to do as he was asked, closing and locking the door. “You think I’m beautiful, huh?” He asked, clearly fishing for another compliment. “You’re so hot, Kalyan. It’s not even funny. You’re going to make some guy a very lucky man.” Datu said with a chuckle before leaning forward and brushing his lips against his brother’s.

xxx

Kalyan smiled as he saw his younger brother going for the door and locking it. It also gave him some time to admire the handsome man Datu was, sun shining on him and accentuating every desirable corner of his body. The third born wanted nothing more but to see more of the sun kissing that skin while he kissed it too. “You don’t need me to tell you such. You own mirrors, don’t you?” he teased before cupping Datu’s cheek. “But I do. You are a very beautiful prince, Datu”. He chuckled as his brother complimented him and shrugged. “That sounds like father and mother’s plans. I plan to make most men I encounter very lucky” he teased before closing the distance between them and kissing Datu. He let his tongue poke and slowly slide inside him, deepening the kiss in no time. While one hand went to card through the other prince’s hair, the other discarded the hat that covered him, revealing his erect manhood, still glistening a bit with the saliva of the runaway servant. 

[nightingale-kalyan]

himbofpithou​:

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Datu let out a mock gasp before shaking his head. “Are you calling me a liar, dear brother?! Do you know how hurtful that is?” Datu asked with a shake of his head. Datu nodded his head eagerly when the other said that he can think of something to make it up to him and asked if he liked making his big brother happy. “Thinking isn’t really my speciality. But for you? I can try.” Datu said with a giggle as he moved towards the other, one of his finger tips brushing down his brother’s chest. “Perhaps my brother would like to know why my mouth is the talk of the town?” Datu asked with a playful wink.

xxx

Datu’s gasp made Kalyan laugh. He was just blessed with pure charm and there were few things that brought him more joy than having his brother around. “I’m not calling you a liar. I’m calling you mischievous. Which you are. And I should know, because we have been doing mischief together almost of our lives” he said with a chuckle. He felt his lust stirring once more as Datu’s fingertips began brushing his chest. Words might be something the Pithou prince treasured, but actions like that one of his younger brother brought his body alive. “Perhaps I’d like that” he said with a teasing smile. “But first, be the angel you are and close the door. And lock it. I can tolerate many things, but I won’t tolerate being interrupted from time with my beautiful brother”

[nightingale-kalyan]

himbofpithou​:

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Datu couldn’t help but to grin as he heard the sounds coming from his older brother’s room. Datu was one of the few people who was probably just as big of a fan of sex as his older brother, although he definitely tended to be on the other side of things. Still, Datu was unable to stop the childish glee of catching his brother in the act before. Dramatically opening the door, and laughing as he watched the poor servant speed race out of the room.

“Well big brother, anything involving me is urgent right?” Datu asked with a grin. “I was simply just walking and was concerned that my brother was being harmed when I heard the groaning.” Datu said with a fake innocent look on his face before grinning. “But…I do feel awfully bad for making your little buddy leave you high and dry…” Datu grinned as he let his eyes pointedly start to wonder down.

xxx

“Maybe try not to look so pleased about it, and I will believe you” Kalyan said, faking annoyance, but unable to stop his own smile. Since Datu had been born, the prince had found him incredibly delightful to be around. “I do appreciate your concern, my sweet brother. But as you can see, I was doing just wonderfully today” he added, putting his hands behind his head, leaving himself be exposed for him, except for the garment barely covering his crotch. “You do? Well, I’m sure you can think of something to make it up to me, then” Kalyan whispered, his grin just widening. “After all, you do love to make your big brother happy, don’t you Datu?”

[nightingale-kalyan]

Many people in Aladonia had heard about Kalyan’s voice, and how sorrows seemed less heavy and joy felt almost tangible when he sang. And almost as many people had heard him also groan in pleasure as he indulged in sexual conquests. Even now, early morning, if anyone would pass nearby his chambers, would hear his groans of delight, as the third born moaned “Oh yeah... I knew that pretty little mouth would be talented... yeah... take it all, come on...”

Unfortunately, someone opened the door to his room and the servant that had been servicing Kalyan panicked, jolting out of the bed and, grabbing his clothes hastily, ran out. The prince sighed, annoyed, and made enough effort to cover his lower half with a hat, as he had no intention of picking up the bedsheets that had falled to the floor in the middle of his carnal activities. “Well, this better be urgent... I was having quite a good morning and I don’t enjoy being interrupted” he said, although the glint on his eyes was quite playful. A skilled performer such as him enjoyed so much more the thrill of being watched, after all.