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Duncan was losing his mind. He was sat a fancy family dinner with Baelor, Aerion, Daeron, Lyonel, Valarr, and Maekar; Egg had run off to whereabouts unknown to Duncan. Baelor was currently in a very one-sided debate with Maekar as his hand wandered Duncan's thigh.
Baelor had made the specific request before dinner that Duncan sit right beside himself, and now Duncan was beginning to regret the seat request. Not because he was beside Baelor, or because Baelor was wandering his thighs with his calloused hand; but because he was getting the most intense, unbearable hard-on he'd ever had.
Duncan was red in the face; but nonetheless, the touching didn't stop him from eating some of the best food he'd ever tasted. His favorite part about being here was the food, and the unlimited amount of it.
Baelor shook his head before turning his head to Duncan. He smiled softly, leaning closer to softly whisper to him. He was too entranced by Duncan to let anyone else hear the sweet words he'd speak to him.
"Are you enjoying your dinner, ser?"
Duncan looked over at Baelor, who was now leaning on his hand with his elbow on the table to get a better look. Duncan swallowed, the corners of his mouth coated in butter and spices. Baelor chuckled, reaching up with his own napkin to swipe away the mess around his mouth. Duncan quickly nodded.
"Yes, best I've ever had, ser.."
Baelor smiled all the wider. Duncan turned his face away, looking about the table. Everyone was busy chatting and discussing, aside for Lyonel. Lyonel was staring right at them. He looked neutral, aside from the glint of anger in his eyes. Duncan could see that much within him. But what was he angry about, Duncan didn't know. Perhaps because Baelor was touching him? Still, he wasn't sure who Lyonel was angry at.
Duncan immediately froze for just a second. He whipped his head over to look at Baelor, whose hand was now gripping his crotch as if he was trying to feel through his cloth. Duncan was red, brighter than any color he'd ever been. Baelor was acting natural, staring at his family arguing about Duncan being there at all.
"Baelor, ser.."
Baelor looked at Duncan, his brows raised. Duncan remained staring as Baelor's hand adventured to the top of his pants. Duncan flinched as Baelor's fingers grazed his length. Baelor's brows raised further and further as he slowly reached the tip, impressed with the size he was feeling. His lip quirked up, a glint of something lustful in his eye.
"Yes, ser Duncan?"
Duncan swallowed, trying to think of some excuse. He didn't know what to say, what at all to do here either. He felt so out of place already, but with Lyonel's jealous stare and Baelor's intense attention; he was losing it.
"I believe I'm quite finished, if.. You would show me your my chambers? Please,"
Baelor nodded curtly as his hand left Duncan's pants. He stood, softly setting his napkin next to his plate. Duncan quickly took it as his sign to follow. He stood, his hands politely in front of his crotch. Making him seem awkward and secretive. Without a word, Baelor led Duncan back to his own bed chambers. Duncan awkwardly followed, his hands pushing down his erection the whole way. He was far too anxious and Baelor knew it fully well.
Baelor led Duncan into his chambers and Duncan shut the door behind them. As Duncan turned around, Baelor was gently slipping off his clothes. His garments were quick to be lost, collecting at his feet.
He turned, now naked before Duncan. Duncan's hands were still shamefully before his erection, trying to do anything to make his situation more comfortable. Unfortunately yet fortunately, by the sight of Baelor before him only made him harder. Baelor's strong but gentle form, his sweet and tender gaze; it drove Duncan mad.
"Well, ser Duncan? Take what is yours."
Duncan needed no further permission. He felt almost animalistic as he grabbed Baelor. He'd never treat any royal quite so harshly if in any other situation. He placed Baelor where he wanted him; atop his pillows with Baelor's ankles up by his shoulders. Baelor was red now, embarrassed by his own exposed position. Duncan began to strip from his clothing, all of it gone in a matter of seconds and thrown absentmindedly.
"What do you want, Duncan? Hm? What exactly is it you want?"
"You, ser.."
"Oh, what a good boy, using you words.. A true knight, telling his prince exactly what he wants.. You've been trained well, hm? Why don't I train you again, to be my personal knight; to be mine."
Duncan had gone mad. He looked around frantically. He knew Baelor had planned this, he knew the oil on his bedside was no mistake. He grabbed it as quickly as he could, he poured it into his hand even quicker.
Duncan was immediately pumping his erection softly, a gentle grunt escaping him. He knew he'd cum soon, from the teasing all dinner long, from knowing Lyonel wanted what he was getting, from Baelor himself. All of it together was almost too much for him.
"Are you going to give your prince what he requires from you, ser? It's not nice to tease."
Baelor smiled beneath him. Duncan nodded as he began to position himself. He looked up at Baelor, who gave him a gentle nod. He pushed in slowly, with gentle ease. Duncan felt like he was going to explode with the sensation and Baelor's quiet whimpers.
"Oh, ser.. Faster, I cannot wait for you."
Duncan listened. He was very good at taking orders, at listening. But even then, right now; it all felt natural. He felt like what Baelor was saying to him wasn't even an order, just a request he would happily fulfill on his own terms. He pushed in quicker, earning a moan from Baelor.
That was his breaking point. Duncan started to thrust. Without thought, without restraint; he was fast, in all the way, out half. His hips snapped in a way he didn't know they could. He always believed himself to be stiff, much less than flexible as a term itself. But here he was, moving himself and Baelor in ways he had no idea were possible.
Duncan turned his head, softly kissing down Baelor's leg. He started where he could reach, his calf, all the way down to his ankle. He felt so much and so little all at once, he needed more of Baelor. More of his moans, more of his eager insides, more of him. Duncan was so close already.
He had never done such before, and as he could believe Baelor had never done this with another man before either; let alone done this the way they were now. Duncan didn't know how this worked, but by Baelor's moans; he knew he was doing well.
"Duncan! Oh, ser.. Yes, yes!"
Baelor couldn't seem to keep quiet. It was ironic, as he typically always was. He preferred to listen and give orders or comments when needed, never just because he wished to. Yet here he was, moaning Duncan's names and pleas for more. Duncan loved it, he loved it all. Especially the way he himself grunted back.
Baelor continued to moan and grunt as Duncan thrusted. Duncan was close, so, so close. He could feel himself having to hold back with each thrust as he gripped Baelor's leg to ground himself. He felt far too needy, far too desperate for Baelor to grant him permission. Thankfully, he didn't even need to ask.
"Duncan, oh.. I'm,"
Duncan felt his orgasm wash over him. He came, spurting inside Baelor with his eyes squeezed shut. He came to a complete standstill, his mind blank as he let the words he'd been refraining from saying spill from his lips.
"Please, I love you, Baelor- fuck.."
Duncan panted. When he opened his eyes, he was met with Baelor's head thrown back, his cum spilling across the two of their stomachs. Baelor was flushed and gasping for breath, each gasp holding a gentle whimper. Duncan felt he could cum again watching it. Baelor finally leaned his head forward again, looking up at Duncan.
"Swear it, ser.."
"What?"
"Swear, swear you love me. Swear it, and clean me with your tongue. Show your devotion in promise and action."
Duncan sat idly for a moment. Certainly, he would listen to his orders. He always would, whatever Baelor said was his command. He gently pulled out, allowing Baelor's legs to fall to his hips as he leaned down. He looked at Baelor for a moment before his tongue began to lap across Baelor's stomach.
"I am your man, ser. I love you, and I am your man."
Duncan swallowed what was within his mouth. Looking up, Baelor had a soft smile on his face. His hand was in Duncan's hair, gently brushing through it as he watched Duncan clean him. Baelor nodded softly before he spoke.
"I shall adorn your hands across my chest, your chest against my back. There, you shall be mine. Mine only."
Duncan grew red. He knew he would listen to Baelor, he knew he would do just as he said. He knew he wanted to just as well, that he would never fight back against Baelor's word. Duncan was simply right where he wished to be.