Rain knew Randal for some time now, the two were friends, he could always bet on Randal to win big by betting on Rain and he was never one to disappoint. He’d claim victory in every fight, just to hear the crowd cheering and roaring his name. He’d been introduced to Prince Mike by Randal, his apparent new lover. Rain didn’t care much, if his friend wanted to fuck a Prince then so be it. Though, he didn’t expect to be invited, clearly something he did had caught Mike’s eye, or maybe Randal had dangled the experience before him. Either way, here Rain was, bare of his armour, the ‘victory-coat’ of sweat glistening on his skin still beneath the candle light. His lips were pressed to the swollen shaft of the Prince’s cock, teasing the sensitive skin, moving from the veined length down to his sac then repeating the motions. Nothing better than making a royal squirm.
The idea was something he hadn’t expected Mike to go along with, buy Randal just wanted to show the Prince a good time. He trusted Rain, the two were friends, so he didn’t need to doubt his intentions for agreeing. Randal looked back to the Prince for a brief moment, locking eyes as his mouth sealed around the head of Mike’s girth, welcoming it into the wet warmth of his mouth, bobbing in short but quick movements over the eager cock.