Dragon's Consort

A/N: LEMON ALERT! LEMON ALERT! LEMON ALERT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Steven

Steven was neither blind nor oblivious. He was very well aware of the fact that he possessed a very attractive face. He had heard all the praises directed at him; beautiful, handsome, charming, adorable. All of their praises were flattering, though they meant nothing to him. He had seen all the looks as well; appreciative, appraising, hungry, dark, twisted, lustful. He wasn't troubled; he knew his face ignited their emotions; it did things with their mind to the point where they were no longer in control of themselves, in some of the worst cases. At times, it felt like a blessing, especially when he had his eyes set on someone he wanted. Most of the time, however, it felt like a curse.

Considering that he is the King of all Kings then I suppose it is a blessing, he told himself as he glanced at the man sitting at the head of the dining table. Steven had seen it back in the Sanctuary, the way the King had looked at him; admiration, appreciation, a hint of possessiveness, and lust. The King wanted him.

That discovery thrilled and scared him at the same time; thrilled because he had captured the attention of the King, scared because he didn't know what the King would do about it.

Would he call him to his room in the middle of the night? Would he ravish him senselessly? Would he play with him, only to toss him aside once he became tired?

Steven wasn't delusional. Even though it had occurred to him that this might be the beginning of a relationship between him and the King, he didn't entertain the thought for long. It was simply ridiculous. The King only wanted his body, nothing more. Besides, if the King did want him in that other way, Steven couldn't imagine how that would have ended. Him? A Consort to the most powerful man in the five United Realms? He would sooner travel across the sea and back again than accept that kind of responsibility.

When they were finished with dinner, the King escorted Steven to his study, and told him to wait in there while he tended to his children. The King's study was a large room stuffed with shelves of books, most of them were on the history of their region, while some discussed politics and geographical boundaries. There was a huge table and a chair located by the window across the door. Those were the only furniture he could see in the midst of all the shelves. Open books and papers were scattered over its large surface. Scrolls were rolled open and left hanging over the edge. The room was stuffy and messy, it didn't look like a room used daily by a King.

He entertained himself with scanning through the shelves, and then picking out a book on history to read. His mind wasn't entirely in it though.

"I apologize for making you wait," The King said as soon as he returned. He closed the door behind him, but then paused as he looked around the room. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking. "I'm sorry, this is not the best place to ask you to wait in, is it?" He apologized again after a while.

"No, it's perfectly fine," Steven replied as he closed the book he was pretending to read before the King's return.

"I have a mind to ask you to rest for the night, but something told me that you're not going to stay in there for long."

Steven smiled, "I've slept through the day, your Highness. I have rested enough."

The King nodded, "So you have..." he paused for a moment, before he continued, "Come and walk with me, Lord Steven."

Steven didn't refuse.

Lance

Lance brought the young lord to the garden in which they first met. He really didn't know why there out of all the places, there were many other scenic gardens in the Palace of Dragons, but that location seemed to be the most appropriate at that moment. He finally came to a halt when they arrived at the exact location where they first met. There was a patch of green grass where he and Darkstar often lay down upon. Most nights, Darkstar would be waiting for him right there. However, tonight wasn't the case.

"Where is Darkstar?" Lord Steven asked, his voice hesitant, almost shy. Back before he knew that Lance was the King, he used to be much more confident with speaking out his mind.

"You need not worry," Lance told him. "Darkstar has other things to attend to, I am sure."

Steven looked at him, his bright blue eyes reflected his doubts and unsettled mind. "I see..."

What are you thinking? Lance wanted to ask, but the words wouldn't come out. The silence which came afterwards was expected, and Lance fought hard to think clearly on what he wanted to say to this man. "Lord Steven..." he began quietly, still unsure, "The Sanctuary is forbidden for those other than the royal blood. Please keep that in mind."

"I apologize," Steven replied, his tone a bit guilty. "I was lost."

"I do clearly remember asking you to stay in your room."

Steven paused before he said, "Once again, I apologize."

Sorengard could've killed you, Lance wanted to tell him, but he didn't feel like making Steven apologize again. The guilt in Steven's voice was genuine, and he felt bad for making the young lord felt so guilty. Even though the two incidents that day had scared the life out of him, he had to be thankful that nobody got hurt."Next time, do not commit the same mistake," was all that he finally said to the young lord.

"I understand."The guilt in his voice receded, but it was still there.

Lance wondered if he should say something to make him feel better, but he decided against it. Comforting other people wasn't what he does best. The way he dealt with his son earlier was enough to prove that.

He turned around to look at Steven. The young lord was standing close behind him, but his gaze was fixed onto the ground. There was a mix of expressions on his face that Lance couldn't quiet comprehend. He looked troubled, hesitant, unsure, and doubtful. Once again, Lance wondered what Steven was thinking.

Beautiful, the word rang through Lance's mind as he studied Steven's face. His hand and fingers itched to reach out and touch that smooth, pale skin.

Steven

Steven didn't know what was going on. One moment the King was scolding him for disobeying his orders, and then the next moment, the King was touching his face. Steven didn't know how to react, so he stayed frozen, motionless, and dumbstruck. His mind was struggling to understand and accept the implementation of this simple touch.

He wants you, a voice in his mind echoed, sounding so distant and surreal. And you want him too. His self-restraint was hanging on a thin thread. What are you waiting for? He was waiting for this dream to end. This can't be real.

The King's thumb stroked his cheek, his touch was gentle. He was treating Steven as if Steven was fragile. His hand rested against his cheek, his palm was warm, rough, big, and Steven liked it that way. Steven wanted more, wanted that hand to push him down, grab his neck, and leave scars that he would feel for days. He shivered at that thought.

Suddenly, however, the King pulled away. Steven dared himself to look at him. The King was studying him, an unreadable look on his face. Why was he so hard to read? It would have been much easier for Steven if he knew for sure that the King wanted him as badly as he did. "I apologize," the King said after a moment of pause, "I didn't know what I was doing."

Steven looked down. So he's not aware of what he's doing? The thought would have amused him if only he wasn't so confused on what he should do next. What was he supposed to do? What would be the right thing to say? "It's... It's fine," he muttered, "It doesn't bother me..." he honestly admitted. He was aware of how seductive he sounded, and he prayed to the Goddess and Dragons above that the King understood what he was implying.

A glance at the King told him that his prayers weren't heard. The King showed nothing on his face.

I can't possibly be less subtle than that, Steven internally commented. Just as he was about to give up hope, however, the King suddenly shortened the distance between them, and placed a hand on Steven's face again. Their gazes locked for a moment, and Steven shivered once again when he realized how wild and intense those gold eyes were.

The King stroked his cheek, and then his thumb moved to brushed against his lips. Steven slightly parted his lips and licked the tip of his finger, carefully, seductively, inviting him to do more than just touch his face. This game, he was familiar with.

The King then removed his thumb from Steven's mouth, and ever so slowly leaned in for a kiss. Steven, being too impatient already for the taste of those lips, met him halfway and immediately pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Lance

The eagerness of the young lord snapped something inside of him. The moment he felt Steven's soft lips so passionately trying to find its way deeper, Lance immediately forgot about everything else. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. He forgot why doing this was probably the worst decision he had ever made, he forgot to think about what the others would think, he forgot all about decencies. The only thing that mattered to him was Steven, and only Steven.

Lance felt it; his desires, his passion, his yearning to be touched, dominated, helplessly made to beg and scream for release. And Lance was eager to give Steven what he wanted.

He grabbed Steven by his shoulder and pushed him back against a sturdy pillar. He didn't give the young lord even time to breathe as he hungrily took those lips and mouth, and pressed his body against Steven as hard as possible. Steven let out a strangled moan, he wasn't resisting though, wasn't fighting back, and so Lance knew that he was right. They both wanted this.

Common sense was tugging at his sleeve, so annoying and persistent. You're the King, you cannot do this. What would you tell them if they find out? What sort of impression would you leave on him? He's going to think you're seriously interested in him, and you know that's not true.

However, there was another side of him, the wilder, more selfish side that was arguing, and winning, against common sense.It doesn't really matter, does it? Every King has at least one bed warmer, so why can't you have one? He's a perfect bed warmer; good-looking, eager, and brother of a minor lord too. There's nothing he can do to stop you from having with him.

He had never felt so selfish in his life, but he really wanted this; wanted the man to writhe and beg and scream beneath him. Wanted to see him come undone. Wanted to forget, just for one night, that he was the honorable and respected King of all Kings.

Steven

A jolt of excitement shot through him when he felt the King pressing his erection against his own. The King was hard, turned on from just kissing, and it was all because of him. Steven knew he shouldn't expect any less, he was aware of how attractive he was, but to think that the King was reacting so strongly to him was pleasing him more than it should.

His mind didn't linger on their erections for too long, however, since he needed to focus on breathing. The King was greedily dominating his mouth, and Steven was getting dizzy for lack of air, but he didn't want to stop. the sheer ferociousness of the kiss was burning him from the inside , he had never felt this kind of ferocity before. He wanted more, more, more.

Steven grabbed the King hair to pulled him in deeper, and pressed his body closer. Their hard erections were grazing against each other. Steven let out a shameless moan as he moved his hands downward to unbuttoned the King's clothes, because they sure as hell was getting in the way. He wanted them gone, wanted to feel and touch and see the marvel hidden beneath those layers. It was hard to navigate his clumsy, shaking fingers with the King pressing against him so relentlessly, but when the King realized what Steven was doing, he relented a little.

The King moved his hand down as well, unclasping his cloak, which fell and pooled onto the ground. His hands then unbuttoned Steven's clothes. The King's hands were much faster and sturdier in completing the simple task, and Steven was nonetheless frustrated by his unsteady fingers.

The King managed to undressed him first, with a groan, he pulled the annoying piece of fabric off Steven, and tossed it aside without a care, before his hands touched him all over the place, roaming hungrily, greedily, as if he couldn't get enough. He pinched Steven's nipples, and elicited a lustful moan. And as if wanting to hear more, the King moved his lips down, and began sucking and biting his left nipples. Steven's knees buckled, it was a miracle that he was still standing at all.

"Please," Steven moaned as he grabbed the King's head and urged him to go harder, more merciless. By the dragons, he felt like he had lost his mind. "Don't stop..." he was begging already, even though they were only getting started. The heat he felt inside was too intense, he feared for his sanity if they stretched this foreplay for too long.

The King grabbed his neck, his hand was big and rough and exactly where Steven wanted it to be. Steven moaned, his whole body shivering with pleasure and need. The King kissed him again, his tongue immediately gaining entrance to Steven's mouth.

Lance

Before he was even truly aware of what he was doing, Lance found himself stroking both of their cocks in his hand. He glanced at the face of his partner, and saw pure lust and ecstasy written all over Steven's face. He was groaning and moaning, shamelessly pushing into Lance's hand for more, and Lance was so unbearably turned on that he kept on increasing the pace of his stroke until he felt the fingers on his neck digging in so deeply that it could probably drew blood. Lance didn't care, all he wanted was him, begging, writhing, screaming, and he would do anything to get it.

"Y-Your Highness," Steven whimpered as his whole body trembled with the need for release.

Lance frowned, not liking the way that title sounded so awkward given the situation. "Call my name," his own voice sounded unfamiliar to him.

Steven opened his eyes, looking at Lance as if unsure. Lance drove his point by increasing the pressure, and Steven immediately closed his eyes and cried out his name, "Lance!" His body went tense, he arched his back, and shudders of pleasure wrecked through him. He came with a loud cry that drove Lance right off the edge as well.

Streams of thick, white fluid landed messily on his hand, their bare torsos, and the ground. None of them cared though, for the shock of their intense orgasms still shook their cores.

Steven was trembling; his feet were barely able to support him. The only thing holding him up firmly was Lance. He was panting heavily for air, his pale skin flushed with heat. Sweat made his skin glistened under the moonlight. He looked so vulnerable, so fuckable, and Lance felt arousal hit him once again. He needed more.

"My room," Lance whispered by his ear, commanding, hungry, greedy."Now."

Steven, once again, didn't refuse.

They walked towards the King's room after they were decent enough. Lance gripped Steven's wrist in a bruising grip as he led the way, his mind focused solely on how he would ravish that young lord senseless. Steven didn't say anything, and Lance didn't dare look at him. He didn't want to find out that he was wrong, and that Steven actually didn't want any of this.

When he closed the door behind him, he immediately pulled the young lord towards his bed, and tossed him onto the bed. Without a moment to waste, he was on top of Steven again, kissing his lips and tossing aside his cloak, breathing in Steven's sharp scent that reminded him of pine trees. The young lord whimpered and squirmed, his moans unrestrained and wild.

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn shut. There was not enough light to let him see Steven's expression. The situation frustrated him, but the thought of separating just for a little while to light a candle or cast a light spell was too much. He didn't want to let go, didn't want to stop hearing Steven's moans and whimpers.

Steven

He was simply incapable of any coherent thought at that moment. All he could do was closed his eyes and felt the way Lance made him burn with every kiss and touch. Their hot breaths were tangled, Lance's tongue dominating his mouth, licking and tasting, Lance's teeth biting his tongue and lips. His body was heavy on top of Steven, so big, strong, solid, and ho. Their hard cocks were rubbing against one another, slick and so sensitive, Lance's cock big and heavy next to his own. Steven wanted that cock inside of him, his hole had clenched up so many times in anticipation.

"Please... Put it inside," Steven begged again, and he swore he sounded as if he was about to cry. But he didn't care. He wanted that cock inside of him. He wanted to feel that man no matter what.

Lance growled as he pulled away, "Don't move," he ordered as he reached over to his bedside table, slid open the drawer, and pulled out something that looked like a vial in the darkness of that room. In a moment, he was on top of Steven again, his hands nudging his legs open.

Steven spread his legs open, and soon heard a soft popping sound, possibly from the vial. He gasped when he felt a cold, slimy liquid landed on his testicles, and flowed down to his hole. He shivered in delight as he felt Lance once again touching him down there, his fingers gently massaging the tight ring muscle. Lance kept on massaging as he returned once again to assault Steven's lips, and Steven had to wonder if Lance possessed some sort of oral fixation. He wasn't going to complain though, Lance was a damn good kisser and he was enjoying every moment of it.

"I'm sorry," Lance suddenly whispered by his ear, his voice trembling with unrestrained need. Just when Steven was about to ask what he meant, he felt the tip of Lance's cock nudging the entrance of his ass. "I can't hold it anymore. Can I put it in now?" Lance purred as he buried his face in the crook of Steven's neck.

"Oh yes..." Steven gasped, "Please, now."

As soon as he said those words, he felt the tip of Lance's cock slowly sliding in, stretching and filling him. He squirmed in discomfort, wounded his arms around Lance's neck, and pulled Lance into a deep kiss because he simply couldn't trust himself with holding in his scream.

When he felt that he had taken it all in, Steven let out a shaky breath, "Don't move just yet," he writhed out. Lance didn't reply, he just kept on kissing him, but he did as told and let Steven got used to his cock. Slowly, the painful ache dulled away, and Steven thrust his hips upward a little to let Lance know that he was ready.

Lance understood that sign, and pulled out slightly, before slowly sliding back in with a primal growl. "So tight," he grunted by Steven's ear.

"Lance," Steven moaned his name as he dug his fingers into Lance's back. By the dragons, they were only getting started and Lance had already found his sweet spot. Steven immediately knew that he wasn't going to last long.

Lance gradually increased the pace of his thrusts, and Steven's voice gradually became more erotic.

Hot, everything felt hot; from Lance's cock inside him, to Lance's body tightly pressed against his. It wasn't making him uncomfortable though, rather it was driving him more and more insane by each passing second. Every inch of his body felt pleasurable, even his own cock which he hadn't touched ever since they got into that room. He couldn't stop himself from shivering, trembling, moaning out Lance's name, and screaming it when it all became too much. When his climax hit him, it was the most intense he had ever felt. He arched his back off the bed, and dug his fingers deep into Lance's back. His whole body went tense as shudders wrecked through him. His mind went blank, all there was to him was the unrivaled sensation of pleasure coursing through his veins, shooting through his body, and burning him from the inside out.

When it subsided, Steven closed his eyes and fell limp onto the bed, breathing heavily as he tried to return to the present. His body was still shuddering with pleasure, but he realized that Lance had stopped thrusting into him.

The room was silent save for the sound of his labored breathing, but then Lance finally broke the silence, "Beautiful…" he purred, sounding pleased by what he had seen.

Praise was on the tip of Steven's tongue as well, but it was lost before he managed to get it out. His mind was still fuzzy, and his head was still spinning with the pleasure he just felt. He didn't say anything as he continued trying to regain his senses.

Suddenly, however, Lance began to move again inside of him. Steven let out a strangled gasped as Lance's cock grazed over the over-sensitized sweet spot inside. Steven quickly placed both his hands on Lance's shoulders and attempted to push him away, "I can't…" he whimpered. "I can't. Please."

"Yes, you can," Lance murmured by his ear.

"No…" Steven gasped as Lance began to pick his pace. "Please…"

Lance wrapped his arms around Steven's neck and kissed Steven on his lips, "Just a little more," he breathlessly whispered, "A little bit more."

Steven ignorantly believed in him.

Lance picked up his pace, and Steven was lost in the pleasure once again.