what if you were minding your own business as a stable boy and jerking off in the stables (left empty by the large hunting party the king set out with that morning), when the prince (who detests hunting and loves disappointing his father) happens upon you, and then forces you to finish what you started, “go on, act like I’m not here” in his imperious voice, but he’s very much right there, staring at you with his dark brown eyes and rising flush on his cheeks even as he keeps a straight face, but you’re just a simple stable boy who’s never been trained to keep his emotions hidden so you can’t contain your moaning and cursing as you come all over yourself









