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[courtiings]

@kingdomcrows [ for luc ]

MANY YEARS AGO...

Following his father's untimely death, Fransisko took his role as the de facto representative for House Bloqueo very seriously. The Cabal family made a name for themselves in Sollia through their innovate locking mechanisms that made home security accessible and easy for all its subjects. This afforded Sisko a fairly easy life for most of his thirty-odd years, allowing him to hone other crafts and passions he may have had.

(Chief among them were fighting and fucking, sometimes both at the same time.)

House Bloqueo's accomplishments naturally deemed them notable by the royal family of Sollia, and as Sisko ingratiated himself into their inner ranks, he became quite found of the king, the queen, and their children. He remembered when their eldest, Lucealyx, was born. Sisko himself barely had twnenty-five years to his name at that point in time. Everything was so... simple back then. Such were the mysterious powers of nostalgia.

As the crown prince Luc matured into a handsome, admirable young man preparing for the throne, however, Sisko felt a change in their relationship. The quasi-familial dynamic they shared all throughout Luc's upbringing changed. He noticed how Luc's gaze would often linger when he thought Sisko wasn't looking. The young man's curious eyes practically burned like lasers on Sisko's shapely chest, his round ass. At first, Sisko deemed it strange.

But then he began to enjoy it. Feeling wanted. Desired.

On the eve of Luc's eighteenth —or was it nineteenth?— birthday party, Sisko decided he would give the young prince a gift he would never forget. Something to really help usher him into adulthood. Something that he felt sure nobody else would give him.

With an adored box in hand, containing a trinket that mainly served as a pretense for Sisko's real birthday gift, he snuck his way to Luc's personal quarters. Noticing the door slightly ajar, almost as though Luc subconsciously wanted a visitor, he peers his handsome head through the opening, scanning the room for his target.

"Prince Lucealyx...?" he calls, in a measured tone of voice as to not raise any unwanted attention. "It is Sisko, are you there...?"

[thebloodofmetia]

@kingdomcrows choose 58 for Taiyan

There was something to be said about the thrill of a fight. Adrenaline and testosterone pumped through ones veins, getting them ready to react against whatever opponent they deemed necessary, and it was something that certainly affected Taiyan. Having competed in the Colosseum for several years now, the prince of Argonia had a ritual that came with his fights. Before hand he often found himself meditating to release that pent-up tension that came, to rid himself of any jitters, but there was also a more physical way that he did so, too.

And when a man from another kingdom had approached him an hour or two before his time in the Colosseum... Well, he wasn't going to turn down such an attractive offer.

"Fuck," Taiyan growled out as his hands gripped the back of the other's head, raven-black hair in between his fingers as he thrust his cock in and out of the other's mouth with little regard for his breathing. "If your mouth feels this good, I can't imagine what your ass is going to be like..." His voice was low, guttural, as he fucked the man's mouth before him like he was a whore- not a warrior ready to face the colosseum.

[kinglucerys]

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Lucerys barged into the prince's room with barely a thought, door slamming shut behind him as the king marched to him, uncaring if the prince was sleeping or awake, bathing or with company. "Did you think I would not hear of your plans, prince Lucealyx." He asked, hands on his hips as he looked down at his son.

"Did you believe I would not be informed my son wishes to risk his life in a kingdom we believed gone until recently?" He shook his head. Reaching for his shoulder as a burst of affection cut through his anger. Barely, but there. "My dear son, I've made it all too clear you and your brothers are far too precious for me to ever risk. Don't make me regret allowing you to come." The fact he had to discover this from his lord commander! What would his father had done, had the hope of the Sollia house risked himself like this back then?

[courtiings]

@kingdomcrows [ for lucealyx ]

For all the pomp and circumstance about Argonia, they did have quite a nice palace. Not as wondrous as Casther's, of course, but it did impress Ram all the same.

For a people he associated with a strong military and ruthless cunning, though, they seemed to know how to relax, if their saunas and bathhouses were any indication. Soldiers did need to decompress, he guessed...

Ram, in a sauna, nude as the day he'd been born and cruising for suitors. Groundbreaking.

He didn't quite expect the luck he would run into today, however, finding none other than the crown prince of Sollia in his midst. A big game hunter, Ram apparently chose to be this afternoon.

Ram plays it cool, waiting until the young man is seated beside him in the warm chamber to speak. An admirable level of restraint, he thought.

"Prince Lucealyx, I presume...?" he asks, trying to appear as though he weren't overly familiar with the young royal. "What a small, small world it is for our paths to cross here..."

[courtiings]

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Old men had no use for new friends — or at least, that's what Oleck convinced himself to be true. Mostly to prevent himself from getting attached to mortals who he would certainly outlive. But fellow mages such as himself, with their extended lifespans...

Exceptions could be made. Especially when they were as gorgeous as Kovider.

Oleck met the apprentice at the gala in Valtolia however many moons ago that debacle was, and they'd kept in touch ever since. Oleck considered himself to be something of a mentor figure to the other, offering helpful advice that only slightly served as a pretense to get the younger man in his bed. Two things could be true.

With his impending participation in the colosseum, Oleck took to the bath house after a long training session, and who should appear but a certain young(er) wielder of magic from the kingdom of Medes...

"So we meet again, apprentice," Oleck muses, greeting the other as he entered the pool now occupied by two court mages. "Are you taking part in the colosseum as well...?" he asks. "Normally I'm not one for such useless gestures of machismo, but... there is a certain appeal in showing myself off to an audience like this. Mustn't let the young men of Metia make me feel obsolete."