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"Did you need me for something, Your Majesty?"
Oh, thank the Goddess.
Byleth looked up from his throne, papers and logbooks strewn across its base. He gave Alois a tight smile and picked up a stack of letters and logbooks he needed delivered around with a sign of apology. Ever since Alois announced his retirement from the Knights to serve as his right hand man, Byleth felt that it was a step down from his old position and had argued for Alois to remain with the Knights – his skills were needed elsewhere. Alois had shook his head with a soft smile and said, "my loyalties lie with you, serving at your side is a far more rewarding honour."
Now, Alois happily took the collection of parchment off his hands. Their fingers brushed as Alois carefully made sure nothing slipped out of its twine bindings.
"I've turned you into an errand boy," Byleth signed regretfully once his hands were free.
"Oh, don't be like that. I'm always happy to help." Alois took a step back from the throne, but Byleth could feel his eyes dragging down his body. "You look exhausted, Your Majesty."
"Understatement of the millennium."
Alois set the parcel down by the steps and approached the throne again, a playful smile tugging at his lips. What was he up to?
"Let me give you a hand." Alois got down to his knees, slotting himself between Byleth's thighs.
Byleth sucked a sharp breath through his nose. Alois' hands came to rest on his knees but they were slowly making their way up his thighs, slipping just under the heavy garment and robes he wore. Byleth swallowed thickly, the warmth of Alois' hand a pleasant weight. He met Alois' dark gaze, arousal pooling in his gut. Alois' hand paused, looking up at him with a question in his eyes.
"Yes?"
They were still in the throne room. It wasn't like Byleth never did something like this before (he remembered that one time Shamir fucked him against the archery targets late at night all those years ago) but he was sure this was far from acceptable behaviour for the King of Fódlan. Then again, he and Alois hadn't had more than a moment's rest since he took up the throne – they'd scarcely had the time to do more than collapse into a tired, sleepy heap at the end of each day.
He could do with a little selfishness.
He nodded.
"Good." Alois stretched up to kiss him deep. Byleth made a sound against his lips, hands coming up to cradle his jaw and pull him in closer. Alois propped a hand against the throne's backrest, the other gripping high up his thigh.
Fuck, how he's missed this. Missed him.
"Oh, Saints and Goddess above, you're beautiful," Alois whispered into the kisses he pressed against his jaw, trailing down his throat. The hand on his thigh moved to brush between his legs, pressing up against his cunt under layers and layers of clothes. A whimper escaped him. "Just like that, Your Majesty. Let me take care of you."
Byleth could only nod, melting into his hands, large and gentle across his body.
Alois pulled away, gazing at him with such adoration it made Byleth want to turn away. He unclasped his cape, taking great care to fold it over the armrest. His hands were reverent as he worked the buttons, ties, and clasps of his trousers. He dragged his trousers and all its layers down his thighs and off his legs, underthings left dangling on one ankle. Byleth hooked a leg over an armrest, looking at him with a tilt of his head and a smirk as he let his other leg splay, exposing himself. Alois' eyes darted down to his wet cunt, anticipation in every breath he took.
Byleth couldn't help but tease. "Well? Are you going to keep me waiting?"
"Of course not, Your Majesty."
Alois' hands traced down his still-clothed chest, down his belly, and through the curls between his legs before finally settling his knuckles against where he was wettest. Byleth's breaths picked up, staring up at Alois in front of him, hands clenching and unclenching where it rested on Alois' shoulders. The fingers against him moved, sliding through his slickness to slot up against his cock. Byleth's eyes slammed shut, biting back a groan, the sharp pleasure damn near painful – it really had been too long. Alois' thumb drew circles around him, leaving him gasping as those wonderfully calloused fingers rubbed against his cock, the tease. He smacked at his shoulder – hurry up!
Alois chuckled, stealing a kiss just as his fingers dipped lower to slide inside. Byleth sucked in a ragged inhale, grabbing Alois' face to take over their kiss, turning it sloppy and filthy with every slide of his tongue against Alois'. Two thick fingers breached him, filling him up exactly the way he needed it to. When it moved, Byleth moaned against Alois' lips, loud and debauched. Alois groaned against him, the slick sounds between them spurring him on as he worked his wrist. Byleth let his legs fall wider apart, giving Alois more space to continue fucking him. His fingers slammed inside and Byleth could feel wetness drip down his ass with every push and pull of Alois' fingers, pooling against the leather of his throne. And when he crooked them just so to grind against that part of him that sent him tumbling over the edge, Byleth bucked his hips and threw his head back as he came around Alois' fingers with a needy whine. He could feel the scrape of Alois' teeth against his throat, not enough to leave a mark but the threat of it made him shiver.
"So beautiful when you cum, Your Majesty," Alois whispered against his ear. "So fucking lovely for me."
Byleth gasped as his fingers slid out of him, leaving him empty. He opened his eyes to watch Alois settle back between his legs, dragging his tongue up his soiled fingers as he went, catching Byleth's gaze with a hungry look on his face. Alois took hold of his thighs, dragging him effortlessly against the edge of the throne and keeping him spread open. A thumb pulled him apart. Byleth chewed on his lip, feeling vulnerable and exposed as Alois looked his fill at the slick mess that was sure to be a sight between his legs.
Alois' mouth was scorching where it enveloped his cock. Byleth let out a quiet moan, leaning back against his throne to watch Alois bury his face between his legs. His tongue lapped against his overly sensitive parts, sliding against his hole and pushing against his cock. He went slowly but thoroughly, each pass of his tongue against him an act of worship in itself. Alois' eyes met his, dark with lust as he took him in his mouth, over and over and over. His hands slid up under his shirt, following lean lines of muscle up to his chest, hidden behind his tight leather vest. Byleth whimpered at the overwhelming heat and pleasure of Alois' mouth, reaching down to spread himself for Alois to fuck him with his tongue. Alois' eyes slid shut, nose buried in his curls and breathing him in as he sucked his cock with the reverence of a saint, curling his tongue and lapping at him like a man starved. Byleth could no longer contain his moans, hips jerking against Alois' face, smearing cum and slick against his lips and beard and nose. Byleth tugged at his hair, another orgasm creeping up on him, but Alois held firm, working his tongue against him with renewed vigour and keeping his legs apart when they threatened to close.
With a broken cry, Byleth came apart once again, drenching Alois' face with an embarrassing splash of fluid. Alois drank him down eagerly, his groans nothing short of obscene. He slid his fingers inside to coax another out of him, fucking up against him and pressing into that delightful little spot. Byleth helplessly let go, whining and whimpering as Alois pulled yet another soaking orgasm out of him, coating the front of his starched shirt where it missed his mouth. When he finally pulled away, he did so panting against him, face a mess of slick and hair dishevelled where Byleth's hands were on him. His eyes were dark with lust, roaming up Byleth's body, no doubt committing the flushed mess of him to memory. Byleth felt his cunt throb at the attention.
"Good for more?" he asked when their gazes finally met, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The brief action should not have looked so erotic.
This man was going to be the fucking death of him.
Byleth nodded shakily.
Alois smirked, straightening up. Like this, Byleth could see the bulge straining against the front of his trousers. His mouth watered, craving for a taste. As Alois went to unbuckle his belt, Byleth scrambled to sit up and stop him, batting his hands away so he could take over. He undid Alois' pants, letting his cock bob free, thick and large before his face. Byleth licked his lips, circling his girth with his hand and pulling down his foreskin, more than slick with precum. His thumb rubbed against the tip, smearing more of it against the head. Alois sighed above him and his cock throbbed in his grip. Byleth glanced up at him before leaning in to press a kiss against the rounded head, lips parting around him. The salt and musk of him hit his tongue, heady and addictive. Byleth cupped his balls with his other hand, fondling and rolling them in his palm as he took him deeper, as deep as he could manage. Alois's breaths came in shaky gasps, his hand brushing through his hair, soft and gentle and a complete contrast to the desperate pull Byleth did to him. Byleth bobbed his head, slicking up Alois' length until he pulled off, a string of spit and precum clinging between Alois' cockhead and his lips. What he couldn't fit in his mouth he lavished with his tongue, getting him slick and catching a whiff of that distinctly Alois scent of him. Byleth tongued at his tip again, flicking against the fold of his foreskin until Alois' cock twitched impatiently.
"Byleth," Alois warned, strained.
Byleth snorted, chuckling quietly as he jerked Alois' cock for a second longer just to watch him struggle and grunt. He let go and dragged Alois down for another kiss, sharing the taste of each other between them. Alois didn't waste time after that, manoeuvring Byleth and flipping him over to his front easily, folded up on the throne and bending him just over one of the armrests. Byleth's belly swooped as arousal burned at the casual show of strength. Alois braced a knee up on the seat, sidling up behind him, cock prodding against his cunt. Byleth threw his head back with a gasp as Alois pressed inside, his thick cock spearing him open. He gasped and panted despite the slow pace Alois took. He was unyielding, pushing forward and only stopping when he was fully hilted in him. The stretch was fucking divine, always too much and not enough. Byleth thrilled in the way Alois seemed to always spread him open, pushing all the air out of his lungs as he went, settling deep between his hips and making him ache for it.
Byleth fucking loved it. Craved it like it was the most delectable treat in all of Fódlan. And it may as well be. Before his body could adjust to his girth, Alois moved, a gentle rocking motion against him that sent Byleth's mind reeling with pleasure. Saints, he was so fucking good to him. Clipped moans and whimpers escaped him as Alois began to fuck him in earnest, the lewd slaps between them making the blush on his cheeks grow brighter. Hazily, he recalled that they were still in the throne room in the early evening, the doors to the chambers unlocked where anyone could enter and see him like this – the King of Fódlan moaning like a whore on his right hand's cock.
The thought of it made him heady with lust.
He wanted Alois to claim him, to show him off, to let everyone know exactly who the King of Fódlan really was behind closed doors.
A shiver ran down his spine.
"Good, sweetheart?" Alois patted his flank.
Byleth popped a trembling thumbs up and shelved that fantasy for next time. For now, he'd let Alois claim him another way.
Alois' cock slammed into him, their grunts and moans mingling in the large audience chamber. Byleth whimpered against his arm when Alois' shifted to grind sinfully against that spot again. His thighs shook at the onslaught of pleasure, sure that he couldn't cum again but he knew Alois was about to prove him wrong.
Fuck, he was close.
"Byleth, Byleth, Byleth," Alois whispered, devotion in each breathy chant of his name, a prayer on his lips.
His hips stuttered and Byleth arched against him. He was close. He was so close. Alois need only to— oh!
"There you are… My love, my king, my Byleth…"
Byleth barely registered the hushed words coming from Alois as his body reached its peak, squeezing around Alois in his final climax of the night, splattering against the leather of the throne once again with a strangled cry. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
Too much. Too good. Don't stop.
"Beautiful. Fucking beautiful." Alois rocked into him, gentler this time. "Where do you want it, dearest?"
Byleth gripped Alois' hip, keeping him close.
The chuckle he made was dark. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
Alois moved again, slow, rolling strokes as he chased his own end, languishing in the spasms Byleth's cunt made around him. Byleth clung onto the armrest underneath him, his grip just as bruising as the ones around his hips. He panted, burning in overstimulation but needing to feel Alois deep inside him. He needed him to claim him from the inside and out, mark him up and make him his. Alois' thrusts grew sloppier, jerking against him until he pushed in deep, groaning long and low as he spilled within him, his name on Alois' lips a desperate, broken sound. Byleth gasped at the heat that spread, satisfying bliss with each pump of Alois' hips.
The audience chamber was quiet save for their breaths in the aftermath. Byleth floated in that warm space between consciousness, happy and sated. When Alois moved to pull out, he whined at the loss, though Alois leisurely pushed anything that dribbled out of him back inside with his fingers. Afterwards, something soft pressed against him, wiping him down and cleaning him up, alongside the throne's bench. Alois redressed him, hands gentle as he pulled his trousers back up and redid them with careful fingers. Then, warm arms circled him and he was shuffled around to lay in Alois' arms. Byleth snuggled against him, pressing lazy kisses against his neck, half listening to the endearments Alois showered him with.
He brought his hand up to his chin and gestured a thanks.
Alois kissed his forehead, then his lips, gentle as he cuddled him close.