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The council droned on and on, showing no signs of ending any time soon. Cor shifted from foot to foot in his spot behind the king; he had to piss. He had kind of had to go before the meeting had started. He hadn’t realized that it was going to drag on this long. He was one of Regis’ bodyguards for this session. He couldn’t just leave, no matter how much he had to piss.
Luckily, he didn’t need to leave to use his favorite urinal.
He glanced to the small tables to the side, where the younger aides sat and typed. Ignis Scientia, the prince’s chamberlain, sat there, looking so handsome and official in his starched white shirt, black slacks, and black tie. Cor shifted again and Ignis lifted his eyes from his tablet, meeting Cor’s steady blue gaze.
Cor crooked his finger and a flush spread across Ignis’ cheeks. His pupils went wide behind his glasses and his breath picked up. He set the tablet down quietly and got to his feet. A few people glanced at him, but aides were always coming and going during these meetings. No one truly paid any attention to him.
“Marshal?” Ignis whispered, his voice barely audible under the argument that was happening in the council.
“I need to piss,” Cor said, his lips right against the nineteen year old’s ear. Ignis let out a nearly inaudible moan.
“Where would you like to go, sir?”
Cor’s eyes swept over him.
“Mouth. I don’t think I can hold it long enough for the other option.”
Ignis dropped to his knees in front of Cor, fingers deftly undoing his belt and fly. He pulled Cor’s hefty cock out, taking a moment to appreciate the thick flesh. A bead of urine dribbled out of his slit and Ignis licked it away, making Cor stifle a moan. Ignis opened his mouth and Cor guided his cock into the warm, waiting cavern of Ignis’ mouth.
Ignis relaxed his jaw and throat, just like he’d been trained, and Cor pushed his cock as deep as he could go, the head pushing into Ignis’ throat. Gods, he loved his urinal.
He didn’t bother to stifle his moan as he started to go, his piss shooting straight down Ignis’ throat into the teen’s stomach. Ignis braced his hands on Cor’s thighs, eyes fluttering in pleasure. He could feel the hot, fragrant piss running down his throat and he swallowed. He knew better than to waste a drop.
Cor rested his hand on Ignis’ hair, head thrown back as he released hours upon hours of pent up piss. He was aware of everyone’s eyes on them and his cock twitched, his stream stuttering for a second. He met Regis’ eyes and the king smirked at him.
“Didn’t go before the meeting again, Marshal?” Regis asked. Some of the council members were shifting in their seats, eyes glued to the way Cor used his urinal. They all had their own personal urinals, of course, one of the perks of being highborn or on the council. Most of them used their urinals in private; many had shy bladders and some of the urinals didn’t enjoy their assignment as much as Cor’s young urinal seemed to.
“Was too busy making sure everyone found their seats,” Cor said, his stream showing no signs of letting up. Gods, he’d had to piss so much. The feeling of emptying his bladder down Ignis’ throat was nearly orgasmic. He wished he’d had time to shove his cock in Ignis’ tight asshole and fill him up that way, but he’d been about to burst and would’ve made a mess all over the floor. No, it was easier for Ignis to drink it all, his throat working overtime as he struggled to swallow the Marshal’s massive amount of piss.
“Of course,” Regis said. He knew better, of course. Cor loved his urinal and loved using Ignis in public, flaunting the fact that he had been gifted one of the most sought after men as his urinal, and the fact that Ignis loved his job.
Cor smirked at him, shoulders relaxing as his stream finally started to peter out. He started to draw his cock out of Ignis’ mouth, piss shooting across Ignis’ tongue. Ignis kept his mouth open, letting Cor aim the last of it right into his waiting mouth. The hot, bitter fluid was ambrosia across his tongue. Ignis’ cock was rock hard in his pants, his arousal obvious for everyone to see.
The last of Cor’s flow slowed to a drip, a few spots falling onto Ignis’ pressed shirt, staining it gold. Ignis would wear those stains the rest of the day, the sharp scent of Cor’s piss reminding him of his beloved duty every time the scent reached him.
With a smile, Ignis tucked Cor back into his pants and the Marshal helped him to his feet. He used his thumb to wipe a bit of urine from Ignis’ lips, eyes dropping to Ignis’ obvious erection.
“Magnificent as always,” Regis said, watching them. “May we continue?”
Cor nodded and Ignis scurried back to his post, picking up his tablet. He watched as Cor unhooked his hipflask and took a long drink and he smiled, nearly cumming in his pants at the thought of Cor using him again and again throughout the long meeting.
He did love his job.