Posting this rushed minifill before I can convince myself not to.
Now with 50% more brainwashing (courtesy of the Apple, everyone’s favorite plot device), because they look pretty willing to me. Who am I kidding, this is 100% porn.
If someone else wants to try this prompt, they have my blessing.
Connor is jealous.
Once again, the king has chosen his father over him. He’s been told Haytham has more experience, but how is he going to get better if he can’t practice? He’s reduced to a spectator as Haytham pleases the king with his mouth, taking the whole of him inside. Connor can’t do this yet, but it’s only a question of time. He has the will.
He might as well admire his father’s technique. Haytham knows how to do this. He doesn’t gag, not even as King Washington tangles his hand in his hair and forces himself deeper into his throat. In fact, he seems to enjoy the aggression. Connor is pretty sure he would plead for more if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. Things being the way they are, he can only hear muffled moans.
The sounds he makes are appealing, even to Connor. He’s not unaffected by the sight, far from it. Haytham, flushed and on his knees, is quite fetching, but he pales in comparison to their king, still so in control even as his former enemy’s tongue and lips slide over his flesh. Connor wraps a hand around his growing erection. At first, he was afraid that taking such actions without permission would displease their king, but his worries were baseless. King Washington told him in no uncertain terms that, should he feel the need to, he could pleasure himself whenever he wanted to. Another proof of the kindness of their rightful master, as if Connor needed one.
Sometimes he wonders how they could have been so misguided, he, his father and the others, as to think they could oppose the king. Their rebellion had been doomed from the start. Luckily for them, King Washington had been merciful enough to keep them alive. He showed them the errors of their ways and led them to this: servitude as penance for their treason. Such sweet punishment, Connor had never known.
He lets out a deep moan, the way he knows their master likes. His hand goes faster over his skin, trying to reach orgasm together with the king. He watches Haytham’s head bobs until King Washington keeps him in place with a firm grip and spills. Haytham swallows dutifully. Connor is getting desperate. He can’t quite reach the edge.
The king takes hold of his face and guide his eyes to his. In them, Connor can see the love King Washington feels for them, as well as something else, something he can’t define. It’s more than enough. Screaming their master’s name, he comes.
As he catches his breath, he soaks up the praise and caresses he’s given. He loves being told how well he did, how beautiful and obedient he is.
Haytham is still standing next to him. He didn’t get the right to take care of himself, and is probably painfully aroused by now. Connor throws a questioning glance to the king. King Washington’s answering nod is all Connor needs: if this is what he wants, Connor will makes sure his father isn’t ignored.
Re: Connor & Haytham, pleasuring the King
Now with 50% more brainwashing (courtesy of the Apple, everyone’s favorite plot device), because they look pretty willing to me.
Who am I kidding, this is 100% porn.
If someone else wants to try this prompt, they have my blessing.
Connor is jealous.
Once again, the king has chosen his father over him. He’s been told Haytham has more experience, but how is he going to get better if he can’t practice? He’s reduced to a spectator as Haytham pleases the king with his mouth, taking the whole of him inside. Connor can’t do this yet, but it’s only a question of time. He has the will.
He might as well admire his father’s technique. Haytham knows how to do this. He doesn’t gag, not even as King Washington tangles his hand in his hair and forces himself deeper into his throat. In fact, he seems to enjoy the aggression. Connor is pretty sure he would plead for more if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. Things being the way they are, he can only hear muffled moans.
The sounds he makes are appealing, even to Connor. He’s not unaffected by the sight, far from it. Haytham, flushed and on his knees, is quite fetching, but he pales in comparison to their king, still so in control even as his former enemy’s tongue and lips slide over his flesh. Connor wraps a hand around his growing erection. At first, he was afraid that taking such actions without permission would displease their king, but his worries were baseless. King Washington told him in no uncertain terms that, should he feel the need to, he could pleasure himself whenever he wanted to. Another proof of the kindness of their rightful master, as if Connor needed one.
Sometimes he wonders how they could have been so misguided, he, his father and the others, as to think they could oppose the king. Their rebellion had been doomed from the start. Luckily for them, King Washington had been merciful enough to keep them alive. He showed them the errors of their ways and led them to this: servitude as penance for their treason. Such sweet punishment, Connor had never known.
He lets out a deep moan, the way he knows their master likes. His hand goes faster over his skin, trying to reach orgasm together with the king. He watches Haytham’s head bobs until King Washington keeps him in place with a firm grip and spills. Haytham swallows dutifully. Connor is getting desperate. He can’t quite reach the edge.
The king takes hold of his face and guide his eyes to his. In them, Connor can see the love King Washington feels for them, as well as something else, something he can’t define. It’s more than enough. Screaming their master’s name, he comes.
As he catches his breath, he soaks up the praise and caresses he’s given. He loves being told how well he did, how beautiful and obedient he is.
Haytham is still standing next to him. He didn’t get the right to take care of himself, and is probably painfully aroused by now. Connor throws a questioning glance to the king. King Washington’s answering nod is all Connor needs: if this is what he wants, Connor will makes sure his father isn’t ignored.