"Remember when I used to slap you for looking at me with that face?" Matthew breathed raggedly, hips stuttering in their slow gyrating motion as fingertips trailed down his back. It made him arch, a low moan being uttered through parted kiss bruised lips. The man below him, on the receiving end of such delicious friction and a hauntingly beautiful sight chortled in amusement. It was an odd thing to point out but not uncommon of the young prince.

Matthew often did the strangest things during sex. One minute yelling at him to shut up while encouraging any and all kind of sound from him the next. Gilbert chalked it up to the other being a spoiled brat, used to getting what he wanted regardless of how strange the demand might be.

The albino gripped the younger mans waist and slowed him, using him as leverage to pull himself up into a sitting position. He stole a fevered kiss, fingertips surely bruising with how tightly he held the other, not allowing him to move. "Not a day doesn't go by where I think how nice it would be to have that hand of yours leave a mark on my face again." He's lying of course, he doesn't want Matthew to hit him, and he still doesn't let Matthew move. It makes the younger male squirm and take a shuddering breath, a hand tangling into soft white locks and knot into them possessively.

As for the face Matthew speaks of. It's a lecherous thing, normally bright crimson eyes dark and half lidded, brimming with desire. It used to make the prince roll his eyes and flaunt himself in front of the other as if he were a begging dog. Which, in a sense, he had been.

"Perhaps you should make that face in front of my brother again and I might grant you what you seek." He murmured huskily, flinching at the sound of a knock at the door. Gilbert groaned and huffed in irritation, Matthew doing quite the same.

"What?" He snapped, turning an icy glare towards the door as if wishing doom on whoever was on the other side. He didn't move and neither did Gilbert, both too satisfied with being one and having just finished their second round not too long ago truth be told.

"Emergency your highness… It's your brother." The maid replied meekly from behind the door.

Matthew's face dropped, as did his hand from his lovers hair. Gilbert looked up at the blond and took his chin, bringing him into a chaste kiss before easing his half stiff manhood out of the other. They both shivered, for completely different reasons to be sure but it didn't hinder them from searching through the clothes strewn about the room for their own.

"What's wrong with him?" Matthew asked in annoyance, knowing the maid would not dismiss herself until she had his express permission.

"He's… Well…"

Clearly the woman was at a loss for worse from the way she stammered and the prince was becoming increasingly irritated with her lack of eloquence. Noting this, Gilbert finished securing his trousers and took Matthew by the waist, pressing his lips to his ear to whisper quietly what he should say. If not he was sure the maid would be in for a long speech.

"Ask if he's alright," he offered.

"Is he unharmed?" Matthew huffed, stuffing his arms through the sleeves of his shirt wearing a small scowl.

"Ah, certainly! He's just…-

And that's where I stopped because honestly I just wanted to write a little bit of smut but I had no clue where to go after the smut and so it just came out as… this. Whatever this is.

I believe at one point I wanted Matthew and Alfred to have that special incesty relationship even though they're twin brothers (some royalty did that right? yeah that's totally my reason) and Gilbert to be recently knighted and eventually Arthur came in and wrecked everyone's shit . Obviously it didn't get past smut being interrupted. It was a very rough idea.

I will burn this with fire eventually.