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Erasmus felt a bubble of anticipation build up in his stomach as he followed a servant down winding halls. When Torveld had told him of the King's request, that they wanted to meet with Erasmus in their private chambers, he could scarcely believe it for a number of reasons. The first one being that King Damianos shouldn’t even know who he is. He was just a slave and had never met the man and he was sure King Laurent didn’t even remember him. The second was that there was plenty of gossip that said the Kings didn’t take slaves. He knew that Laurent never had taken a slave before the Akielos one he had met in the garden, but word was that Damianos had refused them too. They seemed to be content with each other.
This led to the third reason he couldn’t believe it, he had utterly no clue why the Kings would want to see him in their private chambers if it wasn’t to take him. Maybe it was because he had been promised to King Damianos, something that caused his stomach to twist nervously, he had never met the King before and it made his heart pang to think too hard on all he lost. But a large part of him was excited, whatever they wanted him for, he was so happy and grateful they wanted to meet with him.
The servant stopped at an extravagantly carved door, knocking twice before gesturing for Erasmus to open the door. He twisted his hands in his tunic before smoothing it back down and pressing a hand to the door. He took a steadying breath and then pushed the door open. He stepped in, letting it close behind him with a thud.
He took in the room before him, noticing the massive bed and the man sitting on the edge of it. His eyes flitted to the side, looking at King Laurent sitting in a chair by a desk and then looking back at the man on the bed.
It was the Akielon slave Damen. His brow furrowed, he supposed this made more sense, the Kings wanted to watch their slave play. He looked around again, not seeing King Damianos, and tried not to be disappointed, maybe he was away from the castle, and King Laurent was bored without him, wanting a show. He had hoped to meet him, to see the man he could’ve had, but it was hard to be put out when he was standing in front of the king he was personally requested by.
He started to lower himself into a deep bow but Damen raised from the bed, holding out a hand to stop him. He instead placed his hands on his shoulders and looked him over.
“It’s so good to see you again Erasmus, you look good. I trust Torveld is treating you well?” Damen asked, smiling softly at him.
He nodded, “I’m doing very well. I’m very happy to be with him. Thank you so much for your help.” He turned towards King Laurent, “I am forever grateful to you Your Majesty.” He tried again to bow but Damen stopped him again, he shifted, feeling uncomfortable at the liberties King Laurent’s slave was taking. He kept watching the King for any anger but he was just looking at them, smirking like he knew something they didn’t.
Laurent crossed one leg over the other, “Have you heard, Erasmus, about the changes we are making to the kingdom?” he asked.
Erasmus nodded, “I’ve heard whispers in Patras. No one is quite sure what to believe.”
“Well, Damen and I are determined to have slavery eradicated soon, and of course, more protections for pets implemented soon. Along with higher salaries and age limits.” Laurent said, looking at Damen as he said it.
Erasmus nodded and opened his mouth before pausing. Damen. He had said “Damen and I”. Not Damianos.
He looked back at Damen, studying him with wide eyes before it clicked. This wasn’t a slave in front of him. This was King Damianos.
He felt the rush of blood spread across his face, spreading his features in a dark blush. “You’re… King Damianos please accept my apologies I thought you were-” He said in a rush, not sure how to finish saying that he thought the King was a bed slave.
Damen chuckled, and lifted a hand to playfully tug a strand of hair, “It’s alright, I’m sure it’s no surprise that I’ve been getting that a lot.”
Erasmus shifted his gaze bashfully to the floor, and Damen stepped closer towards him, so close he could feel his body heat.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why we wanted to meet with you. Part of it is because I wanted to make sure you were being looked after, but there was another reason,” Erasmus listened to him with his heart beating so fast and hard he was sure the Kings could hear it. “We want you to join us, well, me. Laurent will just be watching. Torveld already gave his permission but I want to make sure this is truly something you want.”
He could scarcely breathe. This was the moment he had waited for, had trained for, had mourned that he wouldn’t get. Prince Damianos was in front of him, asking to fuck him and the King thought he wouldn’t jump at the opportunity?
He nodded so fast his neck hurt. “Yes, please, Your Majesty. Yes.” he breathed out.
Damen’s face lit up, he reached a hand out and cupped his cheek, softly running his thumb over his cheekbone, and then leaned down to capture his lips in a soft kiss. Erasmus moaned into his mouth and he felt the king smile against him in response. They pulled away before things could get heated and Damen turned towards Laurent.
“There are rules.” He heard Laurent say, still staring dazed from the kiss.
He turned to look at the King sitting in the chair, nodding his head, eager to go along with whatever rules he was about to lay out.
“Both of you must do everything I tell you to, and neither of you can cum without my say-so,” Laurent stated, waiting for both of them to agree. He smiled, pleased, “Now, kiss him like you actually mean it Damen.”
Damen captured his lips in a kiss that was heated from the very start. Erasmus surrendered to him instantly, letting him claim his mouth with a hard press of his lips, nipping and sucking and exploring every inch with his tongue. His big hands held onto his waist, practically wrapping all the way around his small frame, the size difference making him dizzy and sway against the king.
They kissed for a few more moments before Laurent spoke again.
“Erasmus,” he waited for them to pull apart, “Get on your knees for him.”
He nodded, sinking effortlessly to his knees and feeling a pleased flutter in his stomach at the groan Damen let out. Damen unclipped his tunic effortlessly and let it fall to the floor, exposing himself fully and the arousal that was already evident.
“Your Majesty,” he said, his voice so soft he was almost afraid Laurent couldn’t hear him, “May I touch him?”
“Very good. You may,” he replied.
Erasmus reached out, taking his length in hand, feeling it grow even more at his touch. He stroked it, pumping his hand from bottom to top, rubbing his thumb over the tip and watching the pre-cum bead out at the slit.
“Now use your mouth, Start with the tip, he likes it slow,” Laurent said.
He leaned and gave the head of his cock tiny kitten licks, moaning at the taste of him. He licked from the base all the way back up, swirling his tongue around the tip. He continued to pump his hand as he mouthed at his cock, lavishing it with little licks and sucks. Damen moaned, reaching down to tangle his hand in his hair, tugging gently.
“Fuck, Erasmus you’re doing so good.” He groaned and he clenched his knees together from his position on the floor, feeling a surge of pleasure at the praise.
“Now take more of him,” Laurent ordered.
He started to take him fully into his mouth, sucking him deeper and deeper. He was so big he felt like he would never get him all into his mouth, like if he tried to deep throat him he would reach all the way to his stomach. He worked his hands around the length he couldn’t fit into his mouth, savoring every drop of pre-cum he worked out of his cock. His mind felt hazy at the act of bringing King Damianos pleasure. This was the moment he had waited for as long as he could remember.
“Let him use your throat,” Laurent said and he felt the king thrusting into his mouth, gripping his hair harder while panting and moaning in pleasure. The tip of his cock hitting his throat, Erasmus swallowed around his length, taking him easily into his throat. Damen moaned his name, sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Damen.” Laurent suddenly said and Damen stopped moving his hips “Not yet. I want you to cum in him.”
Erasmus moaned at the thought. King Damianos fucking him, cumming inside, he needed it more than anything. Damen pulled out of his mouth and moved his hand from his hair to run a thumb over his swollen lips, he licked the tip of his thumb and sucked the finger in, hollowing out his cheeks and staring up at him. The king moaning in response, looking at him with lust-blown eyes.
Laurent stood from the chair, handing Damen a vial, “Get on the bed, Erasmus.”
He stood to his feet, trying to keep his legs from shaking as he walked to the plush bed. He reached up to unclip his scant clothing and then he got on his hands and knees, crawling on the mattress.
He heard Damen approach him from behind but didn’t feel his touch yet.
“You can open him up. He’ll need it.” Laurent said, sitting back down in the chair to watch.
He felt the king touch the small of his back and he arched for him, feeling a thrill at his answering moan. He heard the vial pop open and then felt a slick finger touch his entrance. King Damiano's fingers were thick and rough with calluses. He slid his finger slowly in and out before adding another, and he moaned at the stretch.
Each moment without Damen’s cock inside him was agony, even with the king’s fingers pumping in and out of him he still felt achingly empty. He had seen how large the king was and he eagerly anticipated the feeling of him inside. He imagined he would stretch Erasmus more than he had ever felt before.
He heard Laurent ordering him to add another finger, and then a fourth. Before he decided he was stretched enough to take him. He felt the large head of the king’s cock pressing at his entrance and he moaned, pressing back against him ever so slightly.
The first push of him was agonizingly slow, he could tell that Damen didn’t want to injure him, the thought made him feel warm all over. He gripped his hips as he pulled out just as slow, slowly fucking himself in and out.
“Go ahead Damen, he can take it. Can’t you Erasmus?” Laurent asked from across the room, and he nodded frantically.
“Please, Your Majesty. I can take it, I need it. Please,” he begged and Damen moaned, thrusting back in him with a harsh snap of his hips, he grasped him harder, and he was sure there would be large bruises covering his hips the next day. He set a brutal pace, fucking him so hard that all he could do was grasp the sheets and moan. He cried out over and over, the sound of their skin meeting making obscene sounds. Damen let go of one of his hips to grasp his hair, yanking back his head so he could meet him in a passionate kiss.
Erasmus moaned his name over and over, gasping out a mix of “Your Majesty”, “King Damianos”, and even “Damen”. He babbled and begged, thanking him and desperate for more. He was consumed with pleasure. King Damen stretched him to the brim like no one ever had before, and carving out a place for himself. He would think of this moment for the rest of his life.
Damen let go of his hair and reached around to take him in hand, jerking him off in time with his thrusts. It was almost too much to handle, and he knew he would be cumming soon. He remembered the rule that Laurent had told him.
He gasped out, “King Laurent, Your Majesty, please,” he could hardly speak, each word fucked out of him with each thrust. “Please, my king, can I,” he cut off a cry as Damen sucked a spot into the side of his neck.
“Hmmm,” he hummed, “What do you think Damen? Does he deserve it?”
Damien's voice was rough when he spoke, practically growling, “God yes, he’s been so good for me. Haven’t you?”
He leaned his head down to press against the sheets, almost as if bowing, “Please Damianos.”
Damen must’ve nodded because then Laurent gave him permission, not saying anything but one word, “Cum.” And that was all he needed because his vision whited out and he spilled on the sheets in front of him, Damen moaning and cursing but never letting up his rhythm as he clenched around him.
He kept his brutal pace, hitting those spots inside of him that made him see stars and all he could do was take it.
Finally, Damen’s hips started faltering, he gripped Erasmus's hips harder. “Fuck, Laurent, I need to-”
Laurent hummed, watching him continue to fuck Erasmus, getting closer and closer to cumming. “Well I did promise you could cum in him, and I think he deserves a reward. Go ahead.”
Damen shuddered behind him, coming inside in hot spurts, filling him to the brim. It was enough to almost make Erasmus cum again, just at the feeling of his king filling him with his seed. He clenched around him, milking him dry and etching his moans into his very being, he never wanted to forget this moment.
The king pulled out, and he whined at the loss, resisting the urge to shiver.
Laurent chuckled and stood from his chair, walking over to them, “We’ll have to invite him to play again sometime soon. Don’t you agree?” Erasmus rolled onto his back to see Damen nodding before he pulled Laurent into a kiss. “Now, the both of you need to get cleaned up, I’ll call us up some tea and we can chat about how life in Patras has been.” Laurent used a finger to lift Erasmus’s chin, looking him over. “Is that alright with you?”
Erasmus nodded, smiling happily at him. “Yes, Your Highness. Thank you,” He said and Laurent pulled him in for a soft kiss.