Keenan is in his room panting heavily. He made a vow never to mate with any woman unless she is his queen. Hundreds of years of sexual frustration comes out in quick bursts. Today is one of those days he feels like he's going to explode. The issue is: he can't get off. He's tried everything! Porn, books, magazines, everything he could think of. But nothing helps. He's hard as a rock and can't jerk himself to orgasm. Not even close. In anger and frustration he starts to toss around; rubbing himself between his legs, on his bed, with his hand, every possible way he could think of rubbing and getting off. Again, nothing helps.
"Your majesty?" Keenan hears a voice he's gotten used to over the years. "Are you alright?" It's Tavish. His most trusted advisor. You could even call him Keenan's right hand man.
In the blink of an eye Keenan covers his length with his plush blankets. Tavish must already know what's going on with his dear king but now Keenan wonders how long he's been watching.
"I'm fine!" Keenan stutters, pain growing in his cock. "Everything is fine!"
"Are you sure your majesty? You look red and you're out of breath. Are you sick? Should I call a healer?" Tavish asks politely. Concern is all over his face. Perhaps he didn't see what Keenan was doing.
"No!" He shouts. "I...uh...I'm just..." He blushes and looks down at his erection through the plush blankets.
"Oh. I see." Tavish smirks with wisdom and arousal. "Should I leave you to it or should I help?" Tavish asks happily. Keenan weighs his options. It would be nice to have some help.
"What do you mean by help?" Keenan narrows his eyes. He's not gay so fucking Tavish or having Tavish fuck him is out of the question!
"Nothing serious. Just a hand job. Maybe a blow job. Which ever suits you best." He bows slightly in respect.
"Let's start with a hand job and go from there. " Keenan commands as he beckons Tavish over with a quick gesture. He doesn't want this to be too personal."Of course sire." Tavish says and walks towards his king seductively. He pulls the covers away from the needy area and takes no time in gripping it hard. "This won't do." He says after a few strokes. "No wonder you can't do it yourself. You're not using lotion." Tavish shakes his head in disappointment.
When Keenan first figured this out he never used lotion and thought of it as more of an addition that he didn't require.
"There is a bottle in my bathroom." Keenan informs his advisor and Tavish promptly goes to retrieve it.
"Lavender scent." Tavish smells the bottle before squirting it on his hand. The smell of lavender helps him when he courts women.
Tavish takes seconds to put the cold lotion on Keenan's length and start rubbing. Tavish is right, lotion helps a lot. Within moments Keenan becomes a mess, thrusting into Tavish's hand. Tavish fondles Keenan's balls with the dry hand while he continues rubbing with the other. He soon created a pattern: pull up, rub the tip with his thumb, twist down, grip, repeat. It was heaven on earth for Keenan. Orgasm was just around the corner for him while Tavish started thinking of ways to get Keenan to repay him in a similar way.
Keenan started trusting faster and moaning loudly. His fingers nearly burn through the sheets as he grips on for dear life. The well kept bed started squeaking with how much movement Keenan was making. He could only imagine making the bed louder with his queen. It would be amazing! But his thoughts are interrupted when an extra wave of pleasure falls on him. The wave gets heavier as heavier with each movement Tavish makes.
"Ah! I'm-I'm cumming!" Keenan shouts as he grips his blankets even tighter and thrusts wildly into Tavish's hand. "FUCK!" Keenan shouts loud enough for the whole court to hear as white liquid spurts out of his cock. His body goes limp while Tavish gently milks the rest of his load.
"Thanks." Keenan says with a smile. He would have to recruit Tavish to do this more often.
"Get some sleep. I'll see you later on." Tavish says and makes his way to the door. He turns off the light and let's his king sleep the rest of the day. Keenan probably just had the best orgasm of his life, that's going to take some time to recover from.
"Need some help with that?" Niall asks Tavish when Tavish quietly shuts the door to his majesty's room. Tavish looks down at his tented pants. If Niall didn't help then Tavish would have to do it himself. That's no fun.
"Would you mind?" Tavish asks below his breath. He knows that Niall is as bi as they come. Tavish has laid with him before and he's not too bad a fuck.
"You know me." Niall pulls Tavish in for a kiss before leading him to Tavish's bedroom.
