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At last, the meeting was finally over. The knights stood and started to leave for their quarters. Sonic reached out to Lancelot, stopping him in his tracks.
“Can I talk to you real quick?”
Sonic couldn’t read his expression behind the visor, but he could tell Lance glanced at the other knights to be sure they weren’t lingering before he responded with a simple nod.
Sonic darted over and closed the massive door to the throne room.
“What can I do for you, my lord?”
"You're done for the night, right?"
"Yes, all my daily tasks are complete."
"Nice." Sonic entered Lancelot's personal space, lifting his knight's visor and pressing their mouths together.
"Mn-!?" Lancelot instinctively grasped onto Sonic's cape to ground himself. Without thinking, he parted his lips before Sonic even tried to deepen the kiss. Nonetheless, his king adapted quickly, eagerly meshing their tongues together.
Sonic slid a hand to Lancelot’s back, trying to undo the leather binds keeping his chestplate on. The knight pulled back to remove it himself, and Sonic whined at the absence.
Sonic's one issue with the armor was how damn long it took to remove.
After an eternity, Lancelot’s chest was finally free, and Sonic quickly took advantage of the vulnerable space. He ran his hands through the exposed fur, cherishing the surprised gasp he earned with the action.
“M-My liege…”
Hm.
Sonic moved Lancelot backwards, and the knight followed his guidance like a lost lamb, putting up no resistance whatsoever. Soon, his heels hit something, and he fell backwards, only to stop when his back met stone and his backside sat on something soft. He momentarily lost focus on his king to look at where he’d been led.
Dear God. He was on the throne.
He looked back at Sonic, who was smirking.
“You don’t look too bad up there, Lance.” He moved forward into the other’s lap, reaching up and removing his helmet. Lancelot was too stunned to even protest.
The helmet clattered to the ground and was immediately forgotten as Sonic held his partner’s face and kissed him again, drawing the slightest of moans out. He backed away, and Lancelot whined, then quickly flushed at his desperate state.
“Here’s an idea for you.” Sonic removed his crown and placed it on Lancelot’s head. “How about you be the king for a bit?”
The knight was bright red. “I- Sire, I can’t…”
Sonic smirked and stepped backwards, off the throne and out of the other’s lap. “Says who? I’m the king, and I say you’re the king now.” He took another step back off the platform, onto lower ground.
Then, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head as he’d seen Lancelot do countless times before.
“Dear God.” Lancelot’s treacherous body warmed at the sight. How blasphemous. How beautiful.
Sonic looked up, still grinning like a fool.
“What are your orders, Sire?”
Lancelot nearly fainted.
Something dark and depraved from the corners of his most hidden desires possessed him in the next moment.
“Remove the cape.”
Sonic bowed his head again, nodding as he obeyed without question. Lancelot’s heart fluttered, and a wave of power rushed through him.
He wanted more. He was disgusting.
But Sonic looked so pleased.
The brilliant red robe fell away from his body, cascading behind him until it was little more than a rug on the filthy stone floor.
Sonic looked up again, and the reverence in his eyes made him feel drunk with something unfamiliar, but extremely welcome.
Christ, what now? He’d never even considered he might actually be in this kind of position over Sonic. What did he want Sonic to do?
“Come to me.”
And he did so, agonizingly slowly. He rose, footsteps echoing through the throne room until he stopped directly in front of him, then bowed once more so that Lancelot would remain above him in stature.
He couldn’t act out his true fantasy- the one buried as deep as he could possibly push inside of him. He burned up with shame at the mere thought.
“What do you wish to do to me?”
“I want to serve you, my lord.” He responded effortlessly. “I will do as you wish.”
Lancelot’s hands shook with the effort to restrain himself. He panted, overwhelmed.
He may die on this throne.
His desire rushed like dark, raging rapids just beneath the still surface of the water.
Sonic made eye contact once more.
“Please… My liege. Let me serve you.”
He fell in.
“Touch me.”
Sonic was on him in an instant- loyal, loving, devoted hands touching wherever they could reach.
“Lower,” he commanded, and Sonic obeyed, working his king’s slit until his cock began to emerge. “-Your mouth. Use your mouth.”
There was no hesitation, no question, not even a single remark before his new servant ducked down, wrapping the end of him in his warm lips. His body bloomed in pleasure as the rest of his dick slipped out into Sonic’s eager mouth.
This was incredible. He felt adrenaline unlike that of any battle he’d been in. He purred as Sonic started to move his tongue.
“Good, yes…” He voiced his praise and felt as Sonic hummed in response. He groaned and pushed upward, hungry for even more. Sonic sputtered, but recovered quickly as he began bobbing his head up and down. “My-” he stopped himself. “Sonic-”
His servant’s eyes fluttered closed at the mention of his name, and he moaned around Lancelot. By some miracle, he managed to notice his servant's hand slipping between his own legs.
Lancelot grasped at the head of quills and pulled him up, putting on his most displeased expression. He held the other up and watched as Sonic shivered, barely restraining his excitement at Lancelot's treatment of him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"It felt so good, Lance-"
The king pulled harder, and Sonic moaned.
"If we're going to play this game, you will play your role. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" He responded enthusiastically.
"You follow my orders. You do not seek your own pleasure. You do not speak your lord's name."
"-Yes, my liege."
"Good." He released Sonic, dropping him to the floor again. "Next time, you will receive punishment."
His servant shuddered, and Lancelot realized that 'punishment' was exactly what the other would be looking for.
"Come into my lap."
Sonic hurried up and crawled into the other's lap, their exposed cocks mere inches from each other.
"With me, now." Lancelot pushed his hips forward, pressing them together, humming at the pleasant sensation. Quickly, Sonic got the message and mirrored his king, grinding against him at the same pace Lancelot had set.
Sonic tried his best to silence his own moans- he wanted to play the devotee for just a little while longer. The look on Lancelot's face… He could see how drunk he was on this power. It was so hot.
Plus, he did look nice in that crown. Better than he had, at least. But he was getting so excited. He really wanted to know what Lance's 'punishment' would look like. But if he was good, who knew what the 'king' would do to him?
Lancelot's hips slowed, but he commanded Sonic to keep moving. Shortly after, he demanded he move faster. Sonic was happy to oblige, grinding them together until he was panting with the effort.
The other was clearly eager to get to the main event. He grasped Sonic's hips and lifted him up again. Sonic rested his knees on the throne on either side of Lancelot's legs.
Lance- the king- brushed an armored finger between Sonic's legs, and the chill of the metal was shockingly pleasant. He drew his finger back up, and Sonic flushed at just how much slick he'd gathered with a single touch.
"You hunger for me." He brought his clean hand to Sonic's face, stroking the side of his muzzle and running it down until he had a single finger under his chin. He maintained eye contact as he licked up Sonic's mess on his hand. Sonic grunted, feeling his core tighten at the very sight.
"Yes, sire." He admitted openly. "I- I want to please you."
Lancelot's grin was somehow sinister and completely heavenly at the same time. His hands moved back to Sonic's hips as the king lowered his servant until he was just barely pressed against his opening.
Sonic groaned, and the end of the sound trailed into the slightest purr. Lancelot felt his body react to the promise of an intrusion, his hole twitching in anticipation.
His servant seemed to be learning his role now. He stayed still, eyes screwed shut as he waited for Lancelot's next movement.
Instead, he got another instruction.
"Ride me."
Sonic's eyes flew open, and he seemed like he hadn't expected the demand. Only a moment later, he was lowering himself completely, engulfing his king in incredible heat. He moaned with no shame as he desperately tried to keep his movements slow and even.
Lance’s groan was lovely. Angelic.
Sonic settled onto his king’s dick easily and felt his body twitch around the other, drawing a sharper moan from both of them. He didn't hesitate before setting a steady, slow pace.
Lance gripped his body wherever he could find a hold, running his hands across Sonic's torso. Cold, hard metal dared to slide under fur and graze the servant's skin. Sonic felt the shiver move down through his body, all sensation leading to his master's dick inside of him. His breath shook, but he kept moving, subtly trying to shift the angle to his benefit.
But Lancelot had always been incredibly observant.
The king didn't speak before his grazing fingertips turned to weapons, clawing Sonic's sides up. He froze, gasping for air as he processed the pain.
"You are a tool for my pleasure. Do you not understand that?"
A spark of defiance resurfaced in Sonic, not able to be content with mindless servitude for long.
"And you're a tool, full stop." He grinned and leaned back, fully pushing Lancelot's cock into the spot he'd been searching for. "Mm, c'mon."
Lancelot scowled and gripped Sonic's hips, pushing him down completely. At first, Sonic squealed with pleasure at the intense pressure against his prostate, but Lance did not let him move again.
"You will follow your king's words and be rewarded with pleasure."
"Make me." Sonic snipped despite the growing discomfort, anticipation building for his punishment.
Something snapped in Lancelot, and his face became enraged. In an instant, Sonic was ripped from his place on the other's lap and thrown onto the table where the knights typically sat. He had no time to catch his breath before Lance leaned over him, pressing their bodies together and trapping him on his back.
"You rat," The king huffed, eyes glinting with more fury than Sonic had ever seen from him, "I will use you as I see fit. I will bleed you dry for this treason." He backed up slightly to line himself up again, then drove back into Sonic.
The rebel moaned out at the pain, and Lancelot did not slow. His patience had run thin, and he pounded into Sonic without pause, groaning and rambling on uncontrollably.
"I'll make an example of you; they'll all see what a whore you are. They'll bow to me as I use you. You'll beg for more when I'm finished. Make you my loyal little pet. You won't even think to defy me."
The words sunk into Sonic's core and forced him to squeeze harder around the other, slowing the pace just a bit, though the force of Lancelot's thrusts had not changed in the slightest.
Sonic forced his eyes open to see the king, though his vision was unfocused in his pleasure. He knew he was moaning, but could hear nothing over Lancelot's words as he was racing towards his peak.
"See, you're already mine. You already worship your king. Your body knows its master."
"My- my liege-!" Sonic screamed as his body convulsed in ecstacy and his mind clouded over, filled with nothing but pure sensation. In orgasm, he had lost control, but had gained so much more.
He slowly came back down to Lancelot wiping something wet from his face. Sonic glanced down and realized that Lance had pulled out at the last moment. He was still gasping for air when Lance turned away very quickly, tearing the crown from his head.
"Lance, wait!" Sonic's voice was raw. The knight froze in place, but didn't turn to face him. "What's wrong?"
A stupid question, he knew, but he wasn't going to let Lance run off like that.
The knight turned his head back a little, but not enough to see his face again. "My deepest apologies, your Grace. I- I have defiled you." His shoulders hitched, and Sonic knew he was choking back a sob.
Despite his aches, Sonic rushed to stand and touch Lancelot again. "Lance, did you not like it? I liked it. I wanted it. It felt good to me!"
"I have defiled you," he repeated, staring at the crown in his hand, "For my own sick fantasy. I'm a monster."
Sonic frowned and snatched the crown up, tossing it aside. "You're not listening again." Lance blinked and finally looked Sonic in the eye. "I wanted this. I wanted to let go of the power for a minute, and you wanted to have it for a minute. It's a win-win."
"I let the demons control me, my lord. It's treason."
Sonic rolled his eyes. "So you had a fantasy. What's demonic about that?"
"There is something evil inside of me. Something that wants to have power over you. Something that finds pleasure in hurting you." Lancelot grimaced as tears began to seep out. "What else could it be?"
"Where I come from, we call that sadism. It's just a fantasy. It's a part of you, and it doesn't make you evil, Lance."
The knight paused, and Sonic let it sink in a moment.
"Besides, I started it. I told you to be the king for a minute, remember?"
"I… I was going too far, even then. A knight should never think to be so… intimate with his king."
"Stop putting me on a damn pedestal, Lance! We're both people, and I'm not better than you!" Sonic breathed, calming his outburst before muttering, "I didn't even want this power to begin with, y'know."
The knight avoided eye contact again. "We did… force you into this role, didn't we?"
"I don't want to be your king. I don't want your oath, or your undying loyalty. I want to be with you. And, sometimes, I want to be yours. "
"I… I see." Sonic followed Lancelot's gaze to the crown and helmet laying forgotten on the floor together. After an agonizingly long silence, he spoke again. "You are more than a king, and I, more than a knight."
Sonic's face lit up. "Yes! Exactly! That's what I've been trying to say this whole time!"
Lancelot walked across the room and picked up his helmet. "My whole life, I've trained for this. Knighthood has been my identity for so long." He looked nervous. "I don't know what else there is to me."
"Easy," Sonic came closer to him again, "You're a dedicated father. A thoughtful son. An uptight, but honest friend. You're reliable, and strong, and fair. There's so much more to you than subservience."
Lancelot blinked, then turned his head again. "I will… think on that. Thank you." His face disappeared behind his helmet, and he put his chestplate back on. He took another passing glance at Sonic and paused. "...You should go bathe. I'll clean the throne room."
Sonic laughed awkwardly, having forgotten how… sticky he had been the whole time. "Thanks, I'll, uh. I'll go do that!" He scooped up the discarded crown and cape and used them to cover himself before running down the hall to the baths.