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Dec 25, 2013

A King's Proposal

Ray/Geoff (Namsey), fucking/vibrators, 3823 words.

Preview: Geoff lets the hesitance go and quickly moves his hands to tugs Ray's vest and shirt off of him, fingers tracing over the scars he was explaining not moments before. "Tell me about the long one?"

Prompt- Anything with Geoff/male!person with a daddy kink plz

A/N: You pretty much gave me a free card here, and I figured a little bit of Ray/Geoff wouldn't hurt- the more rarepairs the better! Shoutout and huge thanks to Rooferfeef for being Ray here and letting me use her king!AU. <3 PS. Want more of kings fucking? That and all the other drivel of being a ruler is over on the RP tumblrs. Secret Santa Gift 3/6 for ourrespectiveorientations!

Geoff was pleasant as he rode up on his horse, handing it off to the man who reached for his reigns. He knew he was expected- he hadn't sent ahead, and on purpose. He nodded and gave a slow smile to the men who flanked him and escorted him up to Ray's chamber where the man was seemingly working hard. "King Ray."

Surprisingly, Ray was working hard, enough that his normal 'must keep everything tidy' state of mind was off-kilter from the uneven papers - letters and documents, the sort - the were on his desk. His cape and jacket were hung on a stand next to the door, his sword hilted and lying beside him like a comfort animal. He heard Geoff's voice and jolted, looking up from his work. "Gods- Geoff, you startled me," he stood up and properly bowed, before sitting back down, looking over the paper in front of him. "Something up?"

"My apologies, King Ray. I know how busy you must be." Geoff returned the bow with ease and formality before reaching to his belt, mindful of the guard's wary eyes on his sword and pulling out a bag, setting it softly on the table in front of Ray. "Nothing much. I found something I think might interest you."

Ray glances up from the paper and looks at the bag, looking up at Geoff as he takes it. "Is that so?" He weighs the bag in the palm of his hand for a moment before opening it. A beat pause and he closes it, snapping his fingers to get the guard's attention. "Close the doors, please, the King and I need to speak privately." The guard gives a once-over at Geoff, particularly his sword again, but closes the door, Ray waiting a few seconds after before taking out the bottle. "Pardon me for asking, King Geoff, but..." He turns the bottle side to side, noticing its less-than-watery nature. "This is lube, isn't it?"

Geoff's smirk nearly reaches his eyes, but it's hard to tell with the always tired look he has about him. "You'd be correct." He leans forward, planting his hands on the edge of Ray's desk, and rakes his eyes over Ray purposefully. "Do you need me to tell you the purpose of it, King Ray?"

Ray sits back in his chair as Geoff was leaning forward, "Oh gee, Geoff, I don't know, I mean," he looks in the bag and pulls out another object, studying its sleek design before giving his attention back to the other king. "Lubrication and a piece of sexual paraphernalia? I wonder what." He sets it down next to the bottle and sighs, "What, did someone tell you through the grapevine that I have not been out much or is this just something random?"

Geoff lets out a low laugh and takes a less threatening stance, shrugging and letting the droppage of title go. "A bit of both really. I'm also not as fortune as you- I don't have people lining up with roses in order to sleep with me." He leans against the desk now, sword making a slight dull thud as it hits the wood. "It's only an offer, that stands for as long as you're willing to accept it."

Ray's face deadpans at the mention of 'people lining up with roses to sleep with him', looking at the two objects in front of him again. "You make it sound like prostitution. It's a ritual, and only between the florists and myself, not everyone in the kingdom," he shakes his head. "Gossipers, I swear." His fingers tap along the body of the bottle, thinking for a moment. "So if I were to accept the offer, King Geoff, what would that mean?"

"It's only prostitution if there's money exchanged. Goods and services fall into a different category." There's another slight shrug, and Geoff doesn't move from where he's leaned against the desk. "It would mean we fuck- and I don't really care how." It's a simple statement- Geoff's not one to elaborate things.

"Right," Ray looked up at Geoff, a corner of his mouth up in a smile, "What else would be, right? I'm just stating the obvious." His fingers tapped the bottle again in a few small patterns, thinking this over. It'd only been once or twice with another man, and certainly not with someone like Geoff. He chewed his lower lip, before looking back at the other king. "Then I accept your offer, King Geoff," Ray stands and does a small bow of his head. "Did you want to do this now, or...? I mean my bed and everything is right through the door," his right arm is up and out, motioning to the second set of doors currently closed.

"Now would be preferable. It's quite the ride to get out, especially with no escorts." Geoff gathers himself, pausing to rest his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Do you have any preferences as to where my sword remains? I'm partial to blades myself, but I don't know where your comfort levels are." Despite the older man's rough appearances, he's a gentle lover when he wants to be, and it was clear that Ray was apprehensive about this.

"Uh, you can rest it here on the edge, next to mine," Ray offers the spot, standing back to let him walk around the desk. "I've never seen yours up close, now that you bring it up."

Geoff unbuckles his belt, tugging it off and holding his sword carefully. "That's a good thing, really." His lips quirk as he sets it down, hand trailing off the hilt as he follows Ray into the bedroom. "But I can certainly show you my other sword up close."

Ray takes a moment to look at the sword, obviously much larger than his own, even sheathed. He picks up the bottle and the 'toy'. "Just curious of it," he stands and opens the doors to the bed portion of the room. The comment of his 'other sword' makes him rolls his eyes, but out of Geoff's sight. He takes a seat at the foot of the bed, both items held in his lap. "Obviously your other sword isn't as big as that one, right?"

"It's about as proportional to it as Ryan's is to his hidden blade." Geoff chuckles at his own joke before seating himself next to Ray. "Now, how do you want to go about this? I hear you're a rather passive lover, and while I don't mind that, I'd like to see how the Rose King runs things."

"Oh," Ray glances to the side at the mention of Ryan, then quickly back to Geoff. "Uh, hm. Gods when did my sex life suddenly get so open. Or lack thereof, dammit." He lets out a small huff of a sigh, "Well, I am pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do much to that," motions to Geoff in general, "But. What if, um, hm. I haven't exactly done this properly. Okay." A beat pause, "On top of you?"

Geoff leans back and settles himself on the bed, hands behind his head. "I didn't understand half of that. Just do whatever, and if I feel there's something lacking, I'll more than make up for it." He's so at ease about the whole thing, it's almost unsettling.

"I didn't either, to be honest," Ray purses his lips in, feeling a little nervous and hoping it doesn't show but it probably did the moment he sat down. He looks over Geoff's relaxed form, leaving the two objects alone for a moment and leaning half-over him, looking over his armor. "So how do you take this off?"

"Gods, I forgot about that, sorry." Geoff's apologetic as he guides Ray's hands to where it latches together, helping the other move the armor off of him and onto the floor. "Lucky for me, you don't wear quite as complicated things."

"Oh, thank you," Ray lets his hands be guided, taking off piece by piece and setting them relatively neatly onto the floor. The mention of his attire makes him chuckle, "I'm not even wearing armor, it's just a suit. Armor's too heavy and bulky when you have to move around a lot. Just means I get scars more easily, however." Ray shrugged, hands on Geoff's chest now that some stuff is off, leaning in closer. "My bed is pretty comfortable, huh?"

"You'd be surprised how easy armor is to move in when you're used to it- Yeah." Geoff breathes out his answer, staring up at the younger. "Scars, huh, I'd love to see some of those." He runs his hands up Ray's side and plays with the hem of his shirt, a silent question.

"It would have to take me a bit, I have never worn armor at all," Ray maneuvers himself as he replies back to straddle over Geoff's lap, getting comfortable. He looks at Geoff's larger hand on his waist, then back to his face. "Mm, I have a rather long one right here," points to where his chest is and makes a slightly diagonal line down to the middle of his torso, "Then a bunch of smaller ones, mainly from the... revolution I guess. Swords? Pretty evil."

Geoff lets the hesitance go and quickly moves his hands to tugs Ray's vest and shirt off of him, fingers tracing over the scars he was explaining not moments before. "Tell me about the long one?" He suggests as he explores Ray's skin gently and leans up to take a nipple between his teeth and gently roll it.

Ray was a bit surprised at the haste of Geoff's hands in undressing his top portions of clothing but he stayed still, rolling his shoulders back to help with the sleeves, settling the shirt and the vest to their side. He looks down at his exposed torso, and Geoff's fingers over it, "The longer one is from the fighting during the uprising. Wasn't that deep, but there was a lot of blood in general I couldn't even tell-" Ray hisses, head back slightly from the other king's mouth over a nipple, "Hh-n-" He looks back down at Geoff's head."Gods, Geoff, warning next time?"

"Mmmm.." Geoff slides his hands down, dipping his fingers below Ray's waistband. "I didn't tell you to stop telling me the story, did I?" His voice has a deep and rough edge to it, one not many get to hear. "Keep going." His mouth is back on Ray before the other can protest, nipping at skin and licking over the bites.

Ray arches forward, staring down at him when he noticed the change in tone, swallowing back, "U-uh well there wasn't much else to say?" He groans softly, keeping his lips closed to keep it quiet, gathering his thoughts, "The scars were all from that. I have one under my jaw, as well, though that one is pretty well hidden. That was from the previous king, actually."

"Oh, really, do tell me about that fight. Sounds interesting." His fingers brush against Ray's cock as he bites down hard on Ray's collarbone and then soothes over the mark with his tongue.

Ray groans again at the immediate touch on his cock, only-half hard but 'growing' quickly. "Well, in looking for him, he found me and ha-a-fuck-!" He lets out another sharp hiss, his eyelids fluttering and closing tightly to regain his composure, "Dammit I said warn me!"

"Make me." Geoff growls low as his hand wraps around Ray's cock tightly and tugs roughly. "I said, keep talking. And you stopped again. One more chance, Rose Boy."

He stares at Geoff, his hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay, just... throwing the suggestions out there is all! Gods," Ray sighs, biting on his lower lip, unable to help the small rocking motions of his hips against Geoff's hand. "Anyway, I was looking for him, and he found me as I turned into a doorway and put the blade against my neck, just going on about how we were only 'strong in numbers', 'we needed to be ruled', et cetera et cetera. So I stomped on his foot and fucking stabbed him to death and cut off his head." The last part was said fairly quickly, taking a deep breath after it.

"Hmmm." Geoff twists his wrist and strokes Ray's cock until he's satisfied with the way Ray's rocking against his hand. "That's certainly a interesting way to kill someone. Forget Rose King, they shoulda called you foot-stomper." He stills his hand, withdrawing it from Ray's pant and eyes the other up and down. "You wanna fuck me, then?"

"Well, figuring how much of the asshole's blood was on me at the end, kingslayer made better sense. They came up with the name, not I," Ray squirms, looking down at Geoff, nodding. "I guess the proper term would be riding you? But we should probably get more of you undressed, first." He glances down, hands at Geoff's waist.

Geoff quirks an eyebrow. "Was thinking more of your cock in me. But it's whatever you're comfortable with." He helps Ray work off his own clothes before tugging at the other's remaining clothes and tossing them to the side. "Get the things I brought, yeah?"

"Oh," Ray looks at Geoff for a moment, turning to look over his shoulder and taking the two items. He looks down at the bottle, then up at the other king. "You'd let me do that to you?"

"It's what I like, so yeah. It's.. a personal thing- like the feeling of not having to control everything all the time. Besides-" He gives a slow, almost nervous smile. "It feels good." He pushes himself up onto his elbows. "D'you want to fuck me, or should I ride you?"

Ray smiles back, looking a little confident now, "Actually, let's do that. You like it, it'd be a technical first time for me with another man, so I guess it's a win-win right? Why the fuck not." He pops the cork of the bottle slowly, making sure it doesn't go everywhere, getting his fingers coated. "So... two is fine, right? Again, not really familiar with this on this, um, side of this stuff."

Geoff rolls over, settling down on his knees and elbows, ass in the air. "Yeah.. just, slip em' in and spread em' is the best way to put it. I'll let you know what feels good and doesn't trust me."

Ray presses his lips into a thin line at the view, taking a deep breath, sitting up on his knees. "As you wish, King Geoff." Just to be safe, he coats his fingers again, his slick middle finger caressing between the cheeks before the tip pushes against his entrance, slowly for the sake of both of them.

"Don't be-" Geoff sucks in a sharp breath and presses back onto Ray's finger, mouth hanging open. "-be so formal, fuck- That's it..."

Ray quirks a smile, "Why? I guess it is a little weird of me, I'm the most informal of the rest of you guys. I mean," he presses his slim finger in carefully, drawing it back then in again, figuring it wasn't all that different. "Did it turn you on, King Geoff?"

Geoff stutters his hips back and muffles a moan into the sheets. "No, fuck.. call me just Geoffery-" He buries his face against the bed, face flushed as the young king fucks him open with his fingers.

"King Geoffery," Ray smiles still, liking this little boost in an otherwise new situation, his finger gliding in and out of him more easily as he continued to move it. He draws his finger out, then inserts his index finger along with it, just the first knuckle, then back, like before.

Geoff shudders under Ray, his hands clutching at the sheets. "Fuck-" He pauses, grits his teeth and rolls with it. "Daddy, please, Gods." He manages out as Ray thrusts his finger in again.

Ray stops his fingers for a moment, his head tilted. "Did you just call me daddy?"

Geoff lets out a frustrated noise, trying to move himself on Ray's fingers. "Maybe, yes, daddy.. is that ok?"

"Never had anyone call me that before, not even the flower girls," Ray chuckles, looking over Geoff's back and feeling him move back against his hand. "Nothing wrong with it, of course. So... yeah, keep calling me that." His fingers continue working in and out of him, spreading them apart slightly and intermittently. "King Geoffery."

Geoff has almost a relived look and he lets his barriers down, moaning freely into the sheets and letting himself run his voice raw. "Gods, want your cock inside me already..."

Ray chuckles, letting it run like a light hum in his throat, leaning down. "As you wish, King Geoffery."

He lets his fingers thrust a few more times before drawing them out, finding the bottle and coating his length with it, letting his hand idly stroke himself, liking the cool, wet feeling on his erection. "Move down a little bit, please? I'm still pretty fucking short."

Geoff adjusts, spreading his knees apart and getting lower for Ray, head still down and buried in the sheets as Ray pushes into him, and he lets out a cry into the sheets when Ray nudges against his sweet spot. "Yeah, there, there..."

The first push inside made Ray shiver, both hands firmly planted into the red sheets, biting hard on his lower lip. "Gods this is different than women... you're... tight," he lets out in a breath, adjusting fairly well, probably thanks to the lubrication. Ray straightens himself, moving fully inside of the other king, the reaction was certainly good. "As you wish, King Geoffery," he chuckles again, more to himself as he slows down to remember what he did, letting the pace pick up, his head rolling back.

"Course it's different-" Geoff moans again and his hands scrabble at the sheets for purchase. "Keep going till I say, then get the other thing, yeah?"

"The oth-oh," he looks to the side at the slick 'other thing' resting near the bottle, nodding. "Okay," Ray leans over the other king a little more, fingers tight in the sheets as he moved faster. "Gods it's... pretty nice hearing you moan like this, I've never heard you like this before."

Geoff cracks a smile, quickly wiped off his face as another wave of pleasure shoots through him. "Not many get t'hear me like this. Ah-" He shudders against Ray, the weight of the other on him making his nerves tingle. "Get the-" Another moan interrupts his words but he knows Ray heard him.

Ray stays inside him for a moment, chewing his lower lip as he relishes in the sounds of the older king. "Well accounting for the fact I'm making you make those noises? Pretty good on my end," he leans over Geoff, glancing to the object he was obviously referring to, sitting up straight to reach it. "What do you want me to do with it? Am I replacing it in you, or...?"

Geoff nods, hand coming back to grasp Ray's wrist and tugging it towards him. "Y'can thrust along it too if you want- really you're in charge here... daddy."

"Gods I need to get used to that moniker if you're going to keep calling me that, King Geoffery," Ray smiles, looking at the object and turning it around to find how to turn it on, finding its small switch, a little startled from the vibration. "Huh," he looks down at Geoff, turning it off and reaching under, curiously holding the topside against the underside of Geoff's cock, turning it on again.

Geoff jumps and muffles a moan into his arm, moving his hips so his cock is rubbing along the vibrating item ."Fuck, daddy, so close-" His eyes squeeze shut and he near whimpers out his next words. "Please, can I come?"

Ray was about to respond but paused himself, leaning over Geoff's body and continuing with small, but fluid, thrusts. "What if I say no, King Geoffery?"

Geoff near sobbed at the words, shaking as Ray continued to push into him. "Then I do my best to obey." It's a role Geoff's gotten himself lost it, he's near perfectly pliant in this state.

"Then obey, my king," Ray moans softly, trying to hold on as best he could himself, difficult as it was with the older king's noises. "But... then again... okay," moans again, "Gods, just... okay, come for me, let me hear you, just for me, come on, c-come on."

Geoff near collapses as his orgasm rushes through him, thrusting back and forth between the heat of Ray's cock and the vibrations, his voice raw and loud as he cried out. "King- King Ray! Fuck-" He shook, and the bed shook with him as he came hard all over the sheets.

"Shit-!" Ray bucked over him, his thrusts suddenly getting uneven, moaning over him as he came not long after. He dropped the vibrator, his other hand holding the older king's hip tightly and shaking slightly. "...gods... Geoff..."

Geoff sagged onto the sheets, uncaring of the mess and panted heavily. "Pull out, yeah?" He chest heaved as he sucked in air, body still red and flushed.

He nods, his forehead against Geoff's back as he pulled out slowly, groaning softly and letting out a soft hiss at the cool air around his limp member. "Well that was a thing... man. Is it always like that?"

Geoff rolled over onto his back, letting his muscles relax as he grinned tiredly up at Ray. "Usually, yeah. Pretty good, huh, Rose King?"

Ray felt for the vibrating object, picking it up and turning it off, tossing it near the bottle. He looked back to Geoff and smiled softly. "New for me, at least. The whole... fucking another man like that and being called daddy? Man that does something to you, too. Hm."

"Heh." Geoff manages to push himself up onto his elbows, watching Ray's movements. "So, staying the night, or should I clean up and get out?"

"Oh no you can stay, why would I want to kick you out? I may have just done you literally but I am not going to make you leave, King Geoffery," Ray bows his head, standing up from the bed and stretching, picking up his clothing.

Geoff stifles a yawn and looks amused. "Back to being formal already? Just don't call me Geoffery anywhere else." He pauses for a moment, then tacks on a please.

"Oh, uh, sure," Ray looks at Geoff for a moment, shaking his head and looking around, "Uuuh I'm not sure I have anything in your size unless I can find a robe or some shit." He bends down, putting on his undershorts.

Geoff shrugs. "If you don't have anything, I'm not adverse to no clothing or just putting my armor and such back on." He drops his head back onto the pillow with a yawn.

Ray stands up, "No armor in my bed, thanks. Hang on, I'm pretty sure I have something you can just toss on or, whatever let me see," he disappears into another door, pointing out from it. "Just stay there."

"Wouldn't dream of going anywhere, Rose Boy!" Geoff hollers after him with a laugh.

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