Switch4switch Prince Stuff Bcs I Said So

switch4switch prince stuff bcs i said so

dainty little booksmart prince with a skill for speaking rendered thoughtless and struggling to form words at the hands of a sly, sharp fighter prince who teases all the perfectly timed witticisms and smart politicking out of their head in favor of making them a flustered mess who can hardly use their words to express how badly they need his touch and attention. they break in their private library under the weight of his honesty and genuine interest, delivered to them under unending teasing. Strong, warm hands, and soft, amused eyes roaming over the skin exposed by their neat royal uniform coming unbuttoned. fucking in that library until their royal highness' neediness is finally satiated, melting into the arms of their royal lover, wordless, thoughtless, disarmed.

their prince kisses them sweetly, praises their honesty and beauty, cleans them up (putting them back together after being so throughroughly disassembled) and walks them back to their chambers for... further discussion and debate. So much they have yet to talk about, you see.

but then,

the same fighter prince now lulled to insatiability, loyalty, and lust, on his knees for his prince, sword, and shield discarded. forgotten. vulnerable and soft, under the spell of the very words he sought out and dismantled. he flushes, leaning into the touch of his fellow prince as they languidly cup his cheek— sitting neatly on their future throne, lips curling into a delicate but smug and self-satisfied smile. they almost tower above him like this, their presence so regal and dignified, and the need to please them fills that little fighter's head, now so dizzy and clouded from the arousal. who can blame him? his prince has been whispering the most vile, dirty little sentences into his ear the whole day. he breaks and begs to please, and how can they say no? he's so sweet, so adorable, so vulnerable and raw, there is no armor to hide behind and no royal code to adhere to, only base instinct and unfiltered pleasure. they let him eat them out on their throne, cumming into his mouth as he looks up at them with raw desire, so desperate to please, loyal, defenseless, and disarmed.

his prince kisses him sweetly, and sings him praises of his servitude and skill. they clean him up, and have him accompany them back to their chambers to... retrieve his reward. such wonderful, selfless acts of service to his kingdom cannot go possibly go unrewarded, you see.