It is one thing to serve a royal, to serve a lover, unconditionally or otherwise - the simplicity of an order, of a hierarchy, the comfort of knowing exactly what is expected of you.
You know what I have not seen nearly enough of though? The desperate conflict of service when both partners long for it, the eternal back and forth of both giving and following orders, of working with all your ability to make life easier for someone you love and the reverberating warmth as they do the same.
Plenty sexy, on so many levels, the push and pull of attempting a cycle of mutual pleasure, but nothing compares to the general utility of that thought in my mind, of both of you looking at the other doing chores and taking care of yourself and the pride and satisfaction, or being able to get those things done because you're doing them for the person you love. Just a little game where everyone wins. And then like, you can fuck about it, I guess. That would also be nice, after you argue about whose turn it is to lie back and feel good.
