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The quill snapped.
Julius didn’t flinch from his spot, but his red eyes tracked the movement. Across the study, Theo was staring at the broken feather in his ink-stained hand, his chest heaving with a sudden, frustrated breath.
Since early morning, Julius—now freed, and officially known as Theo's knight—had stood perfectly still, content to simply exist in Theo’s space, watching the sunlight glide across those sharp cheekbones and the soft waves of Theo’s hair, letting his gaze linger like a slow caress. But now the air had shifted.
Theo abruptly stood up. He didn’t look at the mess of trade agreements, the ones he had been trying to make sense of the whole morning. Instead, his eyes locked onto Julius, heated and dark with an entirely different kind of frustration.
Before Julius could ask if his prince needed anything, his voice laced with that slow, rumbling seduction he’d been carefully threading through every word since he'd been freed, Theo was crossing the room. He didn’t stop until they were toe-to-toe. Then the prince launched himself upward to straddle his knight.
Julius’s breath caught. His broad hands rose, settling on Theo’s narrow waist to steady him. “Theo—?”
Theo answered by crashing their mouths together in a messy, starving kiss.
Delicate, ink-stained fingers twisted into the collar of Julius’s rough tunic, yanking him closer as Theo’s hips rolled forward, grinding directly against the thick, heavy ridge already straining beneath Julius’s trousers.
A deep, feral sound vibrated in Julius’s chest. He opened for the kiss gladly, letting Theo take what he wanted, but his hands tightened on that slim waist, thumbs stroking over the fine fabric, trying to melt the tension out.
Theo made a breathless, needy whine and rocked again.
The friction sent a spike of raw, white-hot heat straight down Julius's spine. But as much as he wanted to drag Theo down onto the carpet and take him apart, he could feel the frantic, scattered energy vibrating in Theo's lean frame. The prince was trying to rush, to seize everything he could, as if he believed Julius might vanish at any moment, and this was his only chance to take what he wanted before it was stolen from him.
That was unacceptable.
Julius had made his vow. He had spent months proving his devotion with every breath, every act of service. He was not going anywhere. Never leaving his handsome prince.
But Theo, trapped too long inside his own anxious mind, had clearly forgotten that.
Julius growled. The sound made Theo rock his hips down again, a desperate, greedy little whine slipping past his lips. He let go of Julius’s tunic, and jumped down to fumble blindly with the laces of his knight's trousers. "Julius," he panted, "Take these off. Touch me. I order you to—"
Julius took one powerful step forward, cutting off the friction Theo was so desperately trying to chase. His massive hands snapped up, wrapping around both of Theo’s dainty wrists. He lifted them away from his trousers and pinned them firmly against the prince's own chest. Theo needed to calm down. He needed to be safe.
“No,” Julius denied, voice low and velvet-rough. His eyes burned into Theo’s. “You don’t get to rush me when you’re like this, my silly prince.”
Theo gasped, his eyes flying open, wide and blown-out. "Julius?" he protested, squirming against the hold. "What are you doing? Let me—"
"No."
Theo’s breath hitched. He strained against Julius, but the knight didn’t budge.
“You think I’ll vanish the moment you look away?” Julius continued, leaning in until his lips brushed Theo’s ear, letting that deep sound vibrate straight through the prince’s body. “That I’d take your body and then abandon you like some faithless dog? My foolish, beautiful boy.”
Theo blinked, flaring up. He tried to jerk his wrists free, his chin tipping up haughtily. "What do you mean? And let go already. I'm the prince, remember? I give the orders here."
Julius didn't budge an inch. He simply stared down at the Prince, his glowing red eyes entirely calm. "You don’t get to decide how I take care of you, lovely." He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to Theo’s throat, “I’m not leaving. Not today. Not ever. So you’re going to stop rushing… and let me give you everything you actually need.”
His voice dropped into something filthier, and full of promise.
“Starting with my fingers stretching that tight little hole open until you’re shaking and sobbing my name.”
Theo let out a shaky breath, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
“That’s it,” Julius praised, the rumble in his voice deepening. “Let go for me, my prince. I’ve got you."
"Okay," Theo whispered, shaking despite the grip holding him tight.
Julius’s eyes softened even as his grip on those wrists remained firm. He could feel Theo’s pulse racing under his scarred fingers — so small, so fragile.
Slowly, deliberately, he let go of Theo’s wrists.
"Take off the doublet," Julius commanded softly.
Theo obeyed immediately. With shaking fingers, he pulled at the heavy velvet ties of his own clothing, pushing the stiff, formal fabric off his shoulders until it pooled around his feet, leaving him in nothing but a thin, linen undershirt. His skin was flushed, his chest heaving.
Julius reached up, his hands sliding up Theo’s ribcage, then moved one huge hand up to cup the back of the prince’s neck. The other hand stayed on Theo’s ribs, stroking gently.
“Good boy,” Julius breathed out. He leaned in and dragged his lips along the sensitive skin just below Theo’s ear. “You’re going to be still for me now. No rushing. No hiding. Just feel.”
Theo whimpered, his head falling back, exposing the long, pale line of his throat. Julius leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the frantic pulse point there, his teeth grazing just lightly enough to send a violent shudder through Theo’s entire body.
“Julius…” There was still a thread of princely protest in his voice, but it was already fraying.
“Patience, darling,” Julius nipped at his earlobe, then soothed the sting with his tongue. “You gave me an order a moment ago, didn’t you? You told me to touch you.” His lips curved against Theo’s skin. “I’m going to obey, my prince. Just not the way you thought I would.”
With agonizing slowness, the hand resting on Theo's ribs slid down his back. Thick, calloused fingers unfastened the laces of Theo’s trousers, pushing the fabric down. They traced the bare skin, then settled heavily on the curve of his prince's ass. Julius squeezed once, twice, letting Theo feel the strength of his hand.
Then he palmed the front and let out a low, appreciative growl when he found the prince's cock already dripping.
“Silly boy,” Julius breathed, voice rough. “You’re already wet. My needy little prince… been thinking about this while you were supposed to be working?”
Theo’s breath hitched sharply. His head lowered, ashamed, but the knight gently but firmly tilted his chin back up.
“Don’t hide. I want to see you.” The hand moved back, and one thick finger circled Theo’s entrance teasingly, not pushing in yet, just letting the prince feel the broad pad of it. “Look at me while I open you up.”
Theo’s lips parted on shallow breaths. “Please…”
“That’s better. Beg so prettily for me.” Julius pressed the tip of one finger inside, just barely breaching the tight ring of muscle. Theo gasped, body clenching instinctively around the intrusion. “So tight. Even one of my fingers stretches you this much… Imagine how you’ll look when I finally feed you my cock.”
He pushed deeper, slow and relentless, until the first knuckle disappeared.
“Relax for me, darling,” Julius coaxed, voice low. He crooked his finger gently, searching, until he found that spot that made Theo’s entire body jerk. “There it is. Feel that? That’s mine now.”
Theo let out a broken moan, his hands flying up to clutch at Julius’s vast shoulders. His hips tried to rock again, but Julius held him steady with one hand on his waist, controlling every movement.
“Not yet,” Julius growled softly. “I’m going to take my time. Two fingers first… then three. I want to watch this greedy little hole swallow every thick inch I give it.” He added a second finger, stretching Theo wider, scissoring gently while his eyes drank in every twitch, every gasp, every flutter of those lashes.
“You’re so small compared to me,” he murmured reverently. “Look how beautifully you open up. My perfect prince… taking my fingers so well.”
Theo was shaking now, soft whimpers falling from his lips with every slow thrust of Julius’s thick fingers. Ink-stained fingers dug into Julius’s shoulders as he fought to stay upright.
"Julius, please," he begged, his voice a wrecked, needy mess. "Please, it's too much, I need—"
“I know what you need,” Julius rumbled, pressing a third finger against the stretched rim, teasing but not yet pushing in. His voice dropped into something more possessive. “You need me to ruin you properly. To fuck you with my fingers until you’re sobbing, until the only thing left in that head of yours is my name.”
He leaned in, capturing Theo’s mouth in a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing the prince’s desperate sounds as he finally pressed that third thick finger inside.
Theo let out a sweet gasp, his back arching as Julius curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside him with devastating accuracy. Theo’s back arched hard, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as his cock leaked steadily against his own stomach.
“Julius!” Theo gasped, hips twitching helplessly in the knight’s unbreakable hold. “I’m so close—”
“I know,” Julius rolled out, keeping the same relentless rhythm, fucking Theo deep with three thick fingers while his thumb brushed teasingly against the sensitive skin just behind his balls. “You’re clenching so greedily around me, my gorgeous prince. So tight and hot… You want to come already?”
Theo nodded frantically, ink-stained fingers digging into Julius’s shoulders. “Please— please let me—”
Julius leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to Theo’s throat before whispering against his skin, “Not yet.”
He slowed his movements, then stilled his fingers completely, buried deep inside Theo but no longer stroking that perfect spot, drawing a desperate, frustrated sob from the prince.
“Noooo…” Theo whined, trying to rock down onto the thick fingers, but Julius’s other hand moved to his shoulder, clamping down and holding him completely still.
“Shh. Breathe,” Julius whispered, peppering gentle kisses along Theo’s jaw. His fingers remained motionless, keeping him stretched and full but offering no relief. “There will be no rushing this. Not when I need to make sure that you never, ever think I am leaving you again.”
Theo’s breath came in shaky, ragged pants. His cock was painfully hard, twitching against his abdomen, flushed and dripping. He looked wrecked already, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Julius…” Theo’s voice cracked, all princely arrogance gone. “Please. I need it. I need you. I’ll be good. Please let me come. Please.”
The raw, trembling plea sent a surge of heat straight to Julius’s cock. He groaned low in his chest, red eyes darkening with hunger.
“There it is,” he praised, voice a deep, filthy purr. “My proud prince begging so sweetly. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He gave Theo one last slow, teasing thrust of his fingers, before carefully pulling them out entirely. Theo let out a devastated sound at the sudden emptiness.
The door creaked slightly. Theo didn't notice, still moaning and trying to rock back, but Julius stood up, lifting Theo effortlessly with him.
He carried his prince a few steps to the heavy wooden door of the study before letting him down, and turning the key with a decisive click, locking them inside.
“You forgot to lock the door, my prince,” Julius teased, turning back to Theo with a slow, predatory smile. “So eager to grind on my cock that you didn’t even think about someone walking in and seeing their prince like this. Naughty boy.”
Theo’s face burned crimson, but the fresh wave of come that leaked down his thigh betrayed how much the words affected him.
Julius nodded toward the large oak desk still covered in scattered paperwork.
“Clear a space and get on the desk,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “On your back, legs spread for me.”
Theo hesitated for only a second before obeying. He quickly swept the papers aside, then climbed onto the desk and laid back, breathing hard.
Julius remained standing, arms crossed over his chest.
“Now undress completely,” he said, voice deepening with anticipation. “Slowly. I want to watch every piece of clothing come off that beautiful body. Show me what’s mine.”
Theo’s fingers shook as he reached for the laces of his tunic, dark eyes locked on Julius the entire time. The knight didn’t move, watching as his prince stripped, revealing the elegant lines.
Julius’s massive hands flexed at his sides, already imagining how perfect those dainty limbs would look wrapped around his thick fingers again.
“That’s it,” he said softly, voice thick with desire. “Keep going, my prince. Let me see all of you.”
Theo’s fingers trembled as he pushed the last of his clothing off. He was fully naked now, sprawled on his back across the wide oak desk, legs slightly parted.
“Look at you,” Julius murmured, stepping closer. His voice dropped into that low, velvet rumble. “Such a pretty little thing. So, so small compared to me.” He reached out and ran one massive hand slowly up Theo’s thigh, fingers easily wrapping around most of it. “You really thought you could rush this?” His thumb tightened, digging into a pressure point. “That I’d let my sweet boy just take what he wants and be done?”
Theo whimpered, hips twitching under the touch.
Julius smiled, slow and fond. “Foolish little prince. You get so impatient sometimes, don’t you?” He shrugged off his own tunic, revealing the broad, heavily muscled expanse of his chest, then unlaced his trousers. When his cock sprang free, Theo’s breath caught audibly.
Julius wrapped one huge hand around himself, giving a slow stroke as he watched Theo’s reaction. “See this, sweet boy? This is what you need. Not some quick, frantic little grind.” he gave another slow stroke, watching Theo eye his hand. “You need your big knight to fill you properly… to stretch that tight little hole until all those thoughts melt away.”
He moved between Theo’s spread legs, towering over him. One massive hand pressed down gently but firmly on Theo’s chest, pinning him to the desk. The other hand slid under Theo’s knee, pushing his leg up and open wider, exposing him completely.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Julius ordered softly. He notched the thick head of his cock against Theo’s slick entrance and pushed forward, breaching him with just the blunt tip. Theo gasped at the stretch.
Julius groaned. He rocked his hips in shallow thrusts, feeding Theo another inch at a time, slow and controlled. “That’s it… look at you taking me so well already. My eager little prince. You always bite off more than you can chew, don’t you? But you look so pretty trying.”
Theo moaned brokenly, hands clutching at Julius’s thick forearm, his cock twitching hard against his belly.
Julius chuckled lowly. “Does that feel good, sweet thing? Being opened up by something so much bigger than you?” He pushed deeper, sinking another thick inch inside. “You’re so small underneath me… I could hold you down with just one hand if I wanted. But you like that, don’t you? My foolish, needy boy.”
“Yes—” Theo gasped, voice cracking. “Julius, please—”
“Please what?” Julius teased, still only halfway inside. He leaned down, caging Theo in with his massive body, lips brushing the prince’s ear, “Tell me, silly prince. Tell me how much you like when I talk to you like this.”
Theo’s face burned, but his hole clenched greedily around the thick cock stretching him. “I… I like it,” he admitted shakily. “Like when you call me yours… when you tease me…”
“Good boy,” Julius praised. He thrust forward in one smooth, powerful motion, burying the rest of his thick length inside Theo until he was fully seated.
Theo cried out sharply, back arching off the desk as he was completely filled.
“There we go,” Julius cooed, staying still for a moment to let Theo adjust. One huge hand stroked soothingly over Theo’s trembling stomach. “All the way in, sweet star of mine. Feel how deep I am?”
He began to move, slow, heavy thrusts that dragged deliciously against every sensitive spot inside Theo. The prince gasped out for more, and Julius stopped.
"Why?" Theo whined, still writhing, "Julius, please.."
"That’s what happens," The desk creaked under them as Julius's hips rolled again, "when impatient little princes try to rush their knight."
His massive hands gripped Theo’s narrow waist, fingers overlapping as he held the smaller man in place, manhandling him with ease.
“Julius, I–” Theo choked out. Julius rolled his hips again, and Theo’s princely pride finally shattered completely under the heavy, stretching ache of being kept so full and so still. He thrashed weakly against Julius’s iron grip, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m sorry, Julius. Please.”
“Please what, my lovely?” Julius prompted, his thumbs stroking soothingly over Theo’s hipbones, even as his hips remained ruthlessly still.
“Please fuck me,” Theo begged, a desperate, breathless sob tearing from his throat. His hands scrambled to grip Julius’s thick wrists. “I need you. I’ll be good, I promise, just please move. Please.”
Julius let out a ragged groan, his red eyes blazing. "Such a good boy. Look at you, so pretty when you’re stuffed full of me. Such a silly little thing. You were so desperate to get fucked that you didn’t even lock the door. ” Julius smiled softly, eyes locked on where they were joined. “What if someone had walked in and seen their proud prince sprawled over his own desk, whimpering for his knight’s cock? My prince… let me take care of you.”
He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Theo’s forehead before murmuring against his skin, “You don’t have to rush anymore. I’ve got you. I’m going to fuck you nice and slow until the only thing left in that little head is how good it feels to be mine.”
Theo moaned loudly, legs wrapped as tightly as he could around Julius’s waist. Julius chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “That’s right. Squeeze me just like that, my treasure. So greedy.”
Theo’s hole clenched.
“One second you’re giving orders, and the next you’re spreading your legs and taking every thick inch like a needy little whore. My impatient prince… always biting off more than you can handle.”
Julius picked up the pace, fucking Theo with deep, powerful strokes that rocked the heavy desk beneath them. His massive hands gripped Theo’s narrow waist, fingers digging in as he held the smaller man in place, using his superior size and strength to drive into him relentlessly.
“Look at that pretty cock leaking all over your stomach,” Julius rumbled, one hand leaving Theo’s waist to wrap around the prince’s flushed, dripping length. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, thumb teasing the sensitive head. “You’re making such a mess, my angel.”
Theo cried out, legs trembling where they were wrapped around the knight’s hips.
“Is my big cock making your little head feel empty?” Julius cooed. “Can’t think about paperwork when you’re stuffed so full, can you?”
Theo’s head thrashed against the desk, overwhelmed. “Please— I’m close— don’t stop—”
“I won’t stop,” Julius promised. “Not until I’ve fucked every last bit of tension out of this pretty body. Come on, my greedy boy.” He gave one more thrust. “Come for me. Show your knight how beautifully you fall apart.”
Theo came with a broken cry, his release spilling hot and messy over Julius’s hand and across his own stomach. His hole clenched rhythmically around the thick cock inside him, pulling Julius even deeper.
“That’s it, darling,” Julius groaned, his rhythm faltering. “Squeezing me so perfectly.”
With a feral growl, Julius thrust hard a few more times. His massive body shuddered as he came, but he kept grinding slowly through his orgasm, trying to push every drop as deep as possible.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the study were their ragged breathing and the faint creak of the wooden desk beneath them.
Julius stayed buried deep inside Theo until the last tremors of pleasure faded. Then, with careful reverence, he slowly pulled out, a thick trickle of his release leaking from Theo’s reddened, well-used hole.
Theo lay boneless on the desk for several heartbeats, catching his breath. Then, in a voice still hoarse but regaining its royal command, he ordered:
“Julius… help me up.”
Julius’s hard gaze softened. He gathered Theo into his arms, lifting the smaller man effortlessly off the desk, and carried him over to the wide, cushioned window seat bathed in sunlight. Then he sat down, arranging Theo comfortably in his lap so the prince was straddling him once more.
“Come here, my prince,” Julius murmured. One massive arm wrapped securely around Theo’s back, the other hand cradling the back of his head, guiding Theo’s face to rest against his broad, bare chest.
Theo let out a shaky sigh and melted into the embrace, his lean body going boneless against Julius’s much larger frame.
“You did so well,” Julius whispered, pressing slow, tender kisses to the top of Theo’s head, then down to his temple and cheek. His hand stroked soothingly up and down Theo’s spine in long, gentle sweeps. “My beautiful prince… you were perfect. So good for me.”
Theo made a small, contented sound and nuzzled closer, fingers tracing idle patterns over Julius’s chest. “You were… cruel,” he muttered, though there was no real heat in it, only the lazy satisfaction of someone thoroughly satisfied.
Julius chuckled softly.
“Was I?” He tilted Theo’s chin up. “Or did my silly little prince enjoy being teased and taken apart?” He leaned down and kissed Theo’s swollen lips, slow and sweet this time, no hunger left, only devotion. “I only tease you because I love watching you fall apart knowing you’re safe with me.”
Theo’s cheeks flushed again, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he tucked his face back into the crook of Julius’s neck.
They stayed like that for a while. Julius continued his gentle ministrations, one hand carding slowly through Theo’s soft hair, the other rubbing slow circles over his lower back, occasionally dipping lower to massage the slight ache in his hips and thighs. Every so often he would press a kiss to whatever part of Theo he could reach: his hair, his forehead, the shell of his ear.
“You’re trembling still,” he noted quietly, shifting Theo slightly so he could pull a soft blanket from the back of the window seat and drape it over the prince’s naked back and shoulders. “Let me warm you properly.”
He held Theo even closer, wrapping both thick arms around him, completely engulfing the smaller man in his embrace. Theo sighed, the tension that had plagued him all morning finally drained away.
“You always take such good care of me,” the prince whispered, sounding almost shy.
“Because it’s my greatest honor,” Julius replied simply, pressing another kiss to his temple. “Freed or not, I am yours. Always.”
They lingered, trading soft kisses and quiet murmurs until Theo’s breathing evened out and the last shivers left his body. Only when the prince stirred did Julius speak again.
“What do you need now, Your Highness?” he asked gently.
Theo sat up a little in Julius’s lap, regal even while naked. His voice had regained some of its usual commanding tone, though it was still soft and sated.
“Help me dress.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Julius answered without hesitation.
He stood carefully, still holding Theo securely in his arms for a moment longer before setting him gently on his feet.
Theo pointed to his discarded clothes. “The tunic first.”
Julius picked up the fine silk tunic, shook it out, and helped slide it over Theo’s head and arms, smoothing the fabric down his chest and sides with reverent hands. His thick fingers delicate as he adjusted the collar and cuffs.
“Trousers next.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” Julius knelt on one knee in front of the prince, holding the trousers open so Theo could step into them one leg at a time. He pulled them up slowly, carefully lacing and tying them with precision, making sure everything sat perfectly.
When Theo was fully dressed once more, Julius remained on one knee for a moment, looking up at his prince with open adoration in his eyes.
“Anything else?” he asked quietly.
Theo reached down and ran his fingers through Julius’s hair, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. “For now… stay close.”
Julius rose to his full height, his posture soft and attentive. “As you command, Your Highness.”