Prompted by loboselina on Tumblr: "David and Arthur - "I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here." "

Prefacing this one by saying there is a ton of poor BDSM etiquette in this. Everything is consensual but Arthur is just a terrible, terrible dom and does not care about his submissives in any way. I do not condone all of his practices.

If you're new to the "Do You Wanna Come Over" verse, it explores Snowing's very open marriage that they canonically had. Right? What's canon anyway? A sandwich?

David gently closes the door behind him, juggling the torch in hand. The entire palace is full of people right now, from the usual residents to all of Storybrooke. It was hard enough to sneak from his and Snow's quarters while she slept. The baby had finally gotten down and he feared that he'd wake as David changed from his sleep clothes. Luckily, Neal snoozed on alongside his mother. David had poked his head in on Emma. Dark Ones can't sleep but she's safe, combing through books to find a cure.

That's why David is here. He needs to secure this spot at the roundtable to save his daughter. All those years ago, he and Snow sunk to the ultimate evil to save their Snow. He can tackle whatever Arthur asks of him this time.

David catches sight of the king and gives him a small smile, placing the torch into a holster on the wall. The room is still pretty dim and David nearly trips over a few chairs as he makes his way over to the table.

"You got away," Arthur declares, a sly grin on his face.

David nods. "It was pretty easy," he lies. "Everyone's sleeping."

"As they should be. Not you, though."

"I miss having a role like this," David admits. "Holding a sword in hand, protecting those around me."

It may not be the entire truth, but it does play a role. For so long, David had little control over anything. Born into poverty, not the one chosen to be raised by the king. Then forced to become George's next heir until he fell in love with Snow. Even after all that, she ran the show. Not that he minds, it's easier that way. But sometimes, there's a part of him wondering…are those days of ruling truly behind him? Or did he give it all up, simply because it's what his wife wanted.

"You have to know it won't be easy," Arthur interrupts his thoughts. "I know you didn't grow up in this life. We have that in common. There's a lot I had to be taught."

"I'm sure. To be honest, I didn't spend much time in a male dominated kingdom before I entered my wife's."

"So, let me explain it to you. While I take care of my men, I expect they service me first and foremost. There's few ways to prove you'll remain loyal to me…" Arthur trails off a moment, looking him up and down. "You and your wife…are you monogamous?"

David shakes his head. "We've had an open relationship pretty much from the time we began courting." He fights off the urge to say they never really courted. Moreso met, fought off evil step-parents before he finally got the chance to propose. "We're both bisexual. She had a female partner at the time I met her. Since she got pregnant, though, we haven't exactly had the time to seek others."

Arthur nods and walks around the table, his hands falling upon the vacant seat. "So, tell me David. Just how far are you willing to go to earn that spot?"

David swallows, licking his lips. Between the light of the moon and the few torches that light the room, he takes Arthur in. It's the first time he's seen him out of his usual armor and instead, a comfortable black tunic that exposes some of his chest paired with tight leather pants. His hair is mussed from the heat of the torches. David can hardly argue that he's found him attractive from the moment they met. A little pompous and full of himself, but David argues kings have to be. It's the only way to command respect from a kingdom. Especially when you don't come from power yourself. As a prince, he constantly battled with whether he truly deserved it or not.

"I always do what's asked of me." Arthur's face lights up with joy. "But…are you sure about this? Are you and Guinevere…"

Arthur holds up a hand, shaking his head. "I know what I want, when I want it." He crosses over to his own chair and settles down. "Now get over here."

With trembling legs, David makes his way across the room. On Arthur's command, he drops to his knees.

Any warmth has left Arthur's voice. In this moment, David isn't a friend or fellow royalty. He's any other subject, at the mercy of the king. "You can remove my trousers."

David works them down, grunting at the resistance. It's so weird how one gets used to things like jeans and sweatpants, even if he was back in the Enchanted Forest not long ago. After a few tugs, they fall below the knees. Another four and they're at his ankles. Arthur spreads his thighs far apart, revealing his penis. It's not as big as David pictured, but he supposes size doesn't matter.

He doesn't know exactly what Arthur will like, so he starts by kissing his thighs. After a bored hum from the king, he moves onto sucking. A moan entices him to go harder, leaving behind deep purple bruises in his lips' wake.

"Marking your territory, eh Shepherd Boy," Arthur asks. David nods eagerly. Arthur grabs a fistful of his hair and he yelps, accidentally nicking his skin with teeth. "You'll answer me when I talk to you."

"Y…yes." He clamps his mouth shut to hold back a yell when Arthur yanks harder on his curls. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"That's more like it."

"May I…may I continue?"

"As you were."

David resumes his sucking, alternating his way up both legs as he goes. Once he reaches the penis, he runs his fingers down, cupping it a few times. Arthur groans, his legs closing in near David's head. He's left with very little room to do his magic, feeling like a walnut caught between a cracker. David latches onto the dick, sucking the rough, hairy skin that encompasses it. Arthur is loud, braver than David would be in a public room. He reluctantly pulls away, trying to hold his head up to meet Arthur's eyes.

"Aren't you afraid someone will hear, Your Majesty?"

"Did I ask for your opinion?" David shakes his head, his hair falling against Arthur's knees. "You can resume then, boy."

David goes harder this time. With each suck, Arthur grows louder and louder, his penis hard. His jaw aches after a few minutes and he attempts to take a break, which only earns him a hair tug from Arthur. Reluctantly, David returns, alternating between sucking and squeezing the penis. He keeps taking breaks, the entire ordeal having to at least take 15 minutes. Eventually, the damn breaks and cum fills his mouth. Arthur moans in delight, his voice heightening at least eight octaves in the process. David opens his mouth to spit, but Arthur leans down, clamping it shut.

"Swallow my handywork."

David narrows his eyes, following through on the command. It's an uncomforting warm on the way down and he coughs a bit, wrinkling his nose.

"We're almost there," Arthur decides.

David tilts his head, tongue too disgusted to speak. Arthur yanks him up by the arm and roughly guides him across the room, his pants still at his ankles. In the corner, David rubs his jaw and spots the heavy wooden paddle that has Arthur's coat of arms in the center.

"Remove your own pants."

He pulls them down and rests his hands against the wall. This is a part he's heard of from knights in his own kingdom. Allowing yourself to be dominated by the Commander shows that you will maintain loyalty in the field. It's a practice David put a stop to as soon as he took control, but he's aware others turn a blind eye. Arthur happens to fall among that list.

"I know this part is controversial," Arthur says, tsking. "Many believe now you can show your dominance in other ways, but if it ain't broke…"

David doesn't agree with the practice for induction, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy spanking play. It was something Snow introduced early on in their relationship and he received a few from Killian in Neverland as well.

Arthur retrieves the thick wood from the wall and winds back his arm. David screams out when it collides with his bottom.

"That's alright, Davey," Arthur assures him. "Let yourself be free."

The next three come in quick succession, making David grow hard as he shakes his head and hollers once more.

"Two more and you'll be a knight once more. Think you can handle it?"

"Y…yes, Your Majesty."

"And you will not cum until I say so."

The first hit has him nearly there and he digs his fingertips into the wallpaper to brace himself. For a moment, all that can be heard are the cicadas outside the window and sizzling flame atop the torches. David clamps his eyes shut, not willing to risk what will happen if he comes too soon. Snow would simply spank him again or put him in a chastity belt, Killian favored kneeling somewhere uncomfortable. All of that would look like a cuddle in comparison to….

Another painful smack against his bottom.

"Jesus Christ!" David cries out as the same time Arthur screams "Now!"

David's cum leaks down his legs, some landing on the floor but most of it into his pants. Arthur reaches down and pulls them up with very little fanfare, squishing the liquid onto his sore bottom. David opens his mouth to ask about aftercare, but then quickly closes it off Arthur's look.

"We'll have your ceremony tomorrow. My seamstress will be by in the morning to take your measurements."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You're dismissed, David."

Biting down on his lip, David limps out of the room. He needs a spot at this table. It's to help everyone. All of this will be worth it.

"Won't it?" he mumbles to himself, rubbing his sore yet equally wet bottom as he ascends the stares to the guest quarters.