From X - Brothel Continued
The prince's cock was slick with his own cum and hard in the knights expert hand again. They both watched the brothel boys brazenly fuck, ignorant of all but the delicious friction between their bodies as they raced to completion.
Eoins free hand cupped Lucas tight balls, tugging just enough to tease the line between pleasure and pain before walking his fingers against the prince's virgin hole. Luca tightened against him, panic and desire warring in his confused limbs as he tried to adjust himself in the knights heavy arms.
"Easy, boy. I won't fuck yer yet. Not even with my fingers." His voice dropped another register and he pulled Luca tighter against him. "Not before I get a chance to taste you."
He let two fingers alternate between applying a steady pressure and teasing the sensitive skin around the prince's ass while his other hand continued stroking the boy's pretty, cum-coated cock. "Just watch, boy." The knight hummed against the prince's skin. "Ah ken what ye need."
It wasn't long before the sounds of slapping skin and desperate moans gave way to a room full of hot groans as the couple reached their mutual climax and Luca following them right after. Eoin stroked him slowly, milking the last of his release from his tip with an expert touch and murmuring soft words of praise in the prince's ear. Though he was fairly certain the lad wasn't sure where he was anymore.
They both snapped out of their haze at the approach of a stranger. "I could help you clean up?" Luca jumped in the knights arms as new hands touched his bare knees, the fine robe he wore bunched and pushed carelessly aside.
"Shak'rah!" Eoin boomed, sweeping Luca into his arms and standing abruptly. He glared daggers at the boy who had been the bottom while the other watched curiously from the bed. "Get cleaned up and ready for your next shift." A heartbeat passed before an eyebrow raised. "Now."
The knights anger boiled to a low simmer once the boys were gone. His bright eyes had gone stormy dark. He walked with Luca in his arms through a wide door that led to a long corridor and a spiral of stone stairs. "I apologize, your highness. You're not a slab of meat to be fondled. You should not have been touched." He bit back the half-empty threats to have the boy's hands removed. Though the option was not wholly off the table if he caught the boys eyes on his prince again.
Finally, he kicked a heavy boot against a large wooden door. It creaked open to a small living space on the top floor of the storied brothel. A double bed looked out over a window with a view of the whole lower town. It was so vastly different from the castles pristine views but something in Luca seemed to like it.
"This is where you sleep?" The prince asked innocently as the knight placed him gently on his feet then turned to close and lock the door.
"Only when I'm drunk or working. Usually the first." He smiled, bright and hungry, but watched the prince soak in the details of his personal space before pulling him closer by the loose ties of his trousers.
The knights free hand directed the princes face up and the older man bent in to seal their mouths in a gentle, exploratory kiss. Deft fingers slipped the last of the knots between them and let the fabric fall to the floor.
The knight fell to his knees soon after.
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