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“What do you think we should do about the tax situation in the Gyerre territory?”
The faint sound of papers rustling and exchanging hands joined the sounds of muffled moans contained in the private office.
Alver tugged on the leash lightly to chastise the distraction as his eyes moved down the document his prime minister had handed him. There was a muffled whimper in response but that was within the acceptable boundaries of behavior so the king made no further efforts of reprisal. “I like your proposal.” He said in reply, noting with some amusement their hips were moving in tandem.
As a result, the disobedient pet squirming on top of the desk between them seemed to be forced into taking both cocks deeper with each thrust.
It was really quite distracting, in all honesty, but there were important matters to attend to before the king could direct his full attention to his precious pet.
His prime minister, Roksu Miru, nodded with that faint hint of a smirk that Alver knew meant that the cocky bastard suspected that Alver would agree and had probably already begun his machinations.
Really, if Roksu wasn’t such an insanely capable prime minister, Alver could take a bit of offense to the general level of rogue behavior that Roksu was infamous for. Then again, he was lucky to have Roksu at all as a prime minister. The lazy punk submitted his resignation practically once a week begging for early retirement because of his craving for a slacker life.
Every time, the king was forced to give him a significant pay raise and even more extensive benefits in order to keep him around. Alver could swear that the last few times were just a negotiation tactic so that Alver would begin building some new schools specifically to cater towards the needs of Roksu’s children.
It said a lot about how capable Roksu was that he was worth every single pay raise. He had managed to nearly single handedly increase the wealth and prosperity of the kingdom that no amount of pay could match the amount he had done for the kingdom and its citizens. And frankly, being the only kingdom in the world with a dragon as their prime minister was worth it's weight in gold just with the amount of protection it offered the kingdom.
Even the current tax proposal was entirely designed to assist the citizens of the Gyerre Territory after the recent skirmish at the border by increasing taxes upon individuals of extreme wealth, like Roksu, and decreasing taxes on the recovering citizens in order to hasten the recovery of the commoners.
It was a seriously important matter for them to focus their attention onto.
So that was why it was quite troubling to hear Cale let out another distracting moan, his walls tightening around Alver’s cock and his voice muffled by Roksu’s.
Really. What were they supposed to do about such a troublesome pet?
The moment that Roksu had entered the room for his report, Cale had woken up from his nap. His face lying in Alver’s lap and the rest of his body resting comfortably on the pet bed under Alver’s desk, and crawled over to Roksu mewling and whimpering as he mouthed at Roksu’s cock through his clothes.
Alver and Roksu had shared a look at the sight. It was a look that they often shared. We’re not going to get anything done if we don’t please him and he knows he’s not supposed to interrupt important matters of state like this, he needs a proper punishment all contained in a single look.
It didn’t matter if they ignored Cale the whole time, both of their cocks had already begun to harden at the sight and feeling of the misbehaving pet and it was really hard to focus on boring topics like tax codes when a gorgeous man like Cale was yowling for attention.
Still, if they got into fucking him they might not finish up for a few hours because of how beguiling and addictive Cale could be so they compromised, as they had many days before, by fucking the whimpering puppy while they summarized the most important matters.
It was honestly a miracle that they got anything done at all with this insatiable minx encouraging their darkest temptations and inspiring bottomless desire.
It really did feel like there was no amount of Cale that was enough. He was irresistible and adorable and just an absolute little asshole.
Alver tugged on Cale’s leash again, his moans were getting too loud and he was really pulling all of his normal tricks to earn Alver and Roksu’s complete attention.
It was working too.
Alver made eye contact with Roksu once more and saw the same surrender flickering in his reddish brown eyes. Roksu really did hate fucking Cale without praising him properly, even now while he was leisurely thrusting into Cale’s throat, Roksu made an effort to pet his red hair sweetly as though to wordlessly tell Cale just what a good job he was doing.
In truth, Alver struggled with that too. He really wanted to spoil Cale rotten and tell him how adorable and lovable he was. He tightened his hold on his leash though.
There were two reasons that Alver couldn’t do that. One was that Roksu was absolutely incapable of scolding Cale, he was simply too gentle in bed, and Cale craved a good scolding so Alver had to fill that gap for Cale.
And the second was that Alver also quite enjoyed scolding Cale as well. Looking at Cale’s flushed face, his eyes darkened with lust, and telling his disobedient pet what a bad boy he had been was something that both Cale and Alver quite enjoyed.
Still, Alver wished that he could sometimes take a break from the degradation to tell Cale how beautiful he was. That would cross the invisible boundary between them though.
Cale had agreed to be their pet, he had never agreed to be the object of their love. And Cale had given them every single signal in the world that their feelings would be unwelcome should they express them.
Alver’s heart tightened at the thought and he tugged on Cale’s leash again, this time earning a confused whimper from Cale as the pet had no idea what he was being chastised for this time. He’d been behaving admirably for the past minute.
Alver gave in to his desires. Sometimes it was a little hard not to take out his feelings of pain and rejection onto Cale’s willing body. What would the difference be? He already had to treat Cale rough and say cruel words to him. What would be the harm in letting some of his true frustrations and heartbreak snake their way into it?
The difference was there though. And Alver couldn’t do it.
It was the same reason he couldn’t profess his feelings for Cale. Cale had consented to shallow words of degradation designed to bring them both pleasure. He’d never consented to being the target of Alver’s actual feelings of frustration.
So he restrained himself. Even as he gave in to his desires and slapped Cale’s ass after placing down the important documentation, he didn’t allow himself to do so in anger.
There was an invisible line between them, even in intimate moments like this. Perhaps most especially within these moments.
The king of the Rowoon kingdom sneered at the mewling mess on his desk. Cale had already cum once while they fucked him and he looked about ready to cum a second time. “You really couldn’t wait to suck his cock, could you?” He spanked Cale again and thrust harshly against his prostate. The near scream of pleasure muffled by Roksu’s cock was well worth it. “Pets are supposed to be good and wait patiently for their masters.”
Cale whimpered a wordless apology but Alver could tell by the way that he wiggled his ass lustily that he didn’t mean it. Alver tsked and pulled Cale’s collar again, thrusting brutally into Cale’s hole. His every thrust caused Cale’s ass to quiver invitingly and the pet to choke out more moans.
In contrast, the prime minister was petting Cale’s head gently and whispering sweet assurances that Cale was doing so good. His deep voice reverberated with pleasure as he rocked inside of Cale’s welcoming mouth.
Despite their mutual love for the adorable pet between them, Alver never really felt any jealousy towards Roksu and there wasn’t any vice versa. But sometimes he felt jealous that he couldn’t do the same. That he couldn’t be the one whispering to Cale how beautiful he was or telling him how amazing he was. The privilege to praise Cale affectionately was a coveted one.
Sometimes he wanted to really let go of his control completely. Fuck Cale with every ounce of the passion and love he felt. Let his anger, lust, and affection all mingle together as he made a complete mess of Cale.
Cale came again, his walls fluctuating against Alver’s length and nearly causing Alver to cum as well. He grit his teeth and rammed inside of Cale with enough force to make Cale’s wail audible even while choking on Roksu’s cock.
Cale squirmed, overstimulation caused him to instinctively attempt to run away from the onslaught of pleasure. Unfortunately the nature of being speared between the two large cocks was that there was no escape at all and Alver responded to his disobedience by thrusting into Cale with relentless force.
“Bad, Cale.” The king chastised coldly. “You haven’t even finished pleasing your master and you want to escape? You need to face your punishment properly.”
The ill-behaved puppy was too far gone in the pleasure to respond appropriately so he received another spanking as punishment.
It was really a good thing that Alver and Roksu were so good at their work. Otherwise the hours spent fucking their irresistable pet would have seriously hampered the proper leadership of the kingdom.
artwork of prime minister dragon Roksu Miru drawn by Bee
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