Sweet prince never having been touched by anyone else. His own hands feel good, but its hard to keep going when he feels too good and sometimes he ends up short of an orgasm, ending the night frustrated and more needy than when he started.
Thats why his knight's first touch sends sparks through his body. He can't help but arch into his fingers, a small gasp leaving his lips as he buries his head into his knights shoulder. They shouldn't be doing this, its improper for a prince to let out such noises, to feel such things, especially in the presence of a knight. The knight shushes away his concerns, making it too difficult to think when his fingers find his cock.
The prince cant help but buck his hips, crying out as his knight starts to stroke his cock slowly. "Really? Is this what you needed?" The knight breathes, his voice holding a smirk and a hint of something darker as he plays with the prince like prey. "All you had to do was ask." He purrs against the prince's ear, which sends a shudder through him.
The prince doesn't know he's been silently learning, listening in, noting every small touch, no matter how chaste, and how it makes the prince react. How he leans into his touch or lets out a soft gasp. He's been hoarding this information like jewels, holding on to each precious note to use when he finally got the chance. Those bits of knowledge now lead to a whining, panting mess of a prince, face down and ass up as his legs shake and his cock twitches.
Now, the knight can take his time with the prince. It's late in the night, the doors are locked, everyone's asleep until the morning. No one can disturb them as the knight slowly works him open, savoring every gasp and whine and moan, watching as the shy, sweet, prince comes undone beneath him, fucking himself on his fingers. When he's finally ready, he can sink his cock into his prince's tight hole and finally claim what he's been waiting for all this time. Poor prince didn't even stand a chance.
