#carminethread

[onceuponers]

@timedandtaled

Carmine did not enjoy parties. Not like the Queen did. He always found them to be a frivolous waste of time. But as the de facto face of the Red Kingdom, he had a duty to represent them, and represent them he did tonight. Duty fulfilled.

So with the Knave in tow, they left slightly early returned to Palazzo Rosso.

"Secure the perimeter for me," Carmine orders, hastily undressing as soon as they entered his sleeping quarters. "The Queen decided to remain at the party longer, and I was told not to wait. Inform the other guards of this so they know. " As always, his tone is authoritative and clear; when the King gave orders, they were followed.

He throws his dress shirt aside once unbuttoned, not having to tell Illandro to neatly fold it for him in his wake. That was inferred. "When you've finished doing everything I've asked, please return to me promptly. I've got further business for you."

[onceuponers]

@taledhq: 5. [ MM ] (felinus to carmine)

As much as Carmine liked to pretend he was immune to the charms of Felinius, well, clearly that would have been a lie. He really needed to stop doing this. Felinus held no value to him. But when the other man began to experience cat scratch fever, a certain king was the only one who could really alleviate his symptoms.

And Carmine hated that he allowed it to happen. Every damned time. Often on his throne... like right now.

"If you want this to last," Carmine begins, grunting, watching Felinus fuck himself on his kingly cock. "Then you will need to slow down..."