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’They really should think about painting the walls sometime’
Wondering thoughts were all that Granolah had to occupy himself as he traced his path on his guard shift.
Tarble was currently with his mother, the Queen; she was teaching him about proper royal Saiyan marriage traditions. From the little he knew, it included a pre-ceremony fight with the betrothed’s father or mother.
A about left the Cerealian as he imaged a Saiyan etiquette class; a lesson about proper place settings getting interrupted by the instructor throwing a punch at an unsuspecting nobleman.
His musings were interrupted when he caught sight of Princess Cherri wandering the halls. He dropped into a deep bow, showing respect to his homeworld’s princess.
With a giggle and a curtsy, the princess told him, “You can get up now.”
Standing straight now, Granolah sent her a smile, “Your highness, how’ve you been? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” In fact, this was the first time he had seen his planet’s princess in person ever.
“Well, obviously life’s been much more stressful since our planet’s invasion all those years ago,” a grimace twisted at her mouth, “Especially being brought up to eventually rule.”
Granolah nodded solemnly, the memories still haunting him occasionally.
“However,” She continued, frown turning to a hopeful smile, “Our people have actually been getting much better recently! Most of the damage done has been fixed, and our population has stabilized quite a bit!”
Surprise streaked across his face, chased after quickly by joy, “Oh really? That’s wonderful!” He knew the Cerealian’s would recover eventually, but in such a short time? His mother would be especially pleased, it seemed like she’d been more homesick than usually lately; due to the ‘engagement’ of Princess Cheeri to Prince Tarble.
“Are we ready for travel again? My mother would love to visit our home planet sometime soon, as would I.”
“Oh, yes! We have about half of our ships operational at the moment, and we’re working on more everyday.” Princess Cheeri explained, pride in her voice, “It would be lovely to see you and your mother again, I think my dear ‘husband’ would love to accompany you.” She finished with a wry grin. She was met with a chuckle.
“Oh! Speaking of which, if it isn’t rude to ask,” Granolah reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to his princess, “Would you mind giving this note to Prince Tarble?”
She smiles, a twinkle in her eyes, “Of course, my dear.”
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Candlelight flickers in the dark, shining in the darkness between the large, gorgeous windows of the Saiyan palace.
He held the note in his left hand, the candleholder held tightly, if slightly unsteadily, in his right.
Meet me in the music hall, Midnight
Watch that you aren’t followed - G
Princess Cheeri had slipped the note to him early that day before they parted, a knowing smirk across her blush-pink lips.
“From your special admirer~” She cooed. Her guard had smirked at Tarble, likely assuming that this note held some lurid longings from the heart of his princess; words that can never be said out loud. Things only ever spoken through heated sighs beneath the moons glow.
While he might not be entirely wrong, the write was certainly not the same Cerealian as his elegant royal highness.
As he wandered through the halls, the gentle sounds of a piano sung in the air, beckoning the prince forward. Like a sailor following the call of a siren’s song.
Eventually, he stopped in front of a wooden door, the muffled sounds of the piano now much stronger than before.
When he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Granolah; sat at the castle’s antique grand piano, playing a soft melody.
He was shrouded in darkness, his face was all that was illuminated, presented to Tarble by the light of a candle atop the lid. He wore a leather eyepatch over his red eye.
Tarble slowly crept behind his lover, gently placing his candle on a small table, he wrapped his arms around his knight’s neck from behind.
Fingers slowing, Granolah turned to look at his prince, “I see you received my note.” He purred.
Humming, the asked, “So, what did you call me here? And so late at night too.” He hand an idea of what the other was planning, but he wanted to hear it from his lips.
Turning around to face Tarble, Granolah wrapped his arms around the prince’s waist. His gaze was lidded, “Well, since you’ve began your false engagement with my home-planet’s princess, we haven’t had much time for each other.” The purr in his voice and low timbre made his meaning explicitly clear.
Tarble released a low laugh, nuzzling his nose into Granolah’s hairline, “You were the one to suggest this plan, love.”
“Yes, yes, I know. That doesn’t stop the longing though.”
A breathy chuckled preceded Tarble leaning down to gently lock lips with his lover.
This soft kiss soon turned heated and passionate, Granolah pressing his lover as close as possible as he nibbled at the prince’s lower lip.
Tangling his finger through green locks, Tarble open his mouth to let their tongues intertwine. His cock stores with interest, a too-long ignored need beginning to build.
He pulled away soon after, lips swollen and shiny. Dropping to his knees, the prince’s hand snap to his lover’s belt.
“W-what? My prince-“
“A prince is meant to take care of s subjects, is he not?” His words came out breathless, smirk salacious and hands hurriedly pulling at his knight’s garments.
In his haste, a small vile of oil slips from Granolah’s pocket, falling next to the prince’s knees. Grinning wickedly, Tarble coos, “You were confident that you could woo me, hm?”
“You can’t call me desperate when you achingly like this.” Granolah countered, twisting his finger in the prince’s coarse hair and shoving his face into his crotch, forcing a moan from the prince.
“Huh, touché.”
After he managed to remove Granolah’s pants, he went to work on waking his half-hard cock into fully erecting. He lightly suckled at the head, slowing sliding the rest of the length into his mouth.
He was unceremoniously pulled ways from his knight’s dick, forced to look into the other’s eyes. His eye was now heavily lidded, such a deep blue it was nearly black from desire.
His voice was ragged and needy, “My love, I don’t think I can handle this teasing tonight.”
With surprising gentleness, the prince’s hand snap was lifted onto his back on the bench. Flushed face and lustful gaze illuminated only by the light of the candles in the dark room.
“You look ethereal.” The knight breathed.
The prince’s armor was quick shed and his jumpsuit pulled down to his knees, his boxers ripped away soon after.
Tarble clutched at the bench as he was prepared sloppily, legs clenching around Granolah’s ribs as he thrashed his head in ecstasy.
Inelegantly slathering oil over his length, the knight plunged himself into his prince.
“Oh gods!” The prince cried as he threw his head back, chest heaving with exertion, “M-move, please!”
That desperate cry was the only command Granolah needs to start snapping his hips against the prince’s ass.
His pace was hurried, fueled by the lovers sybaritism feeding into each other.
Tarble clutched at his knight’s face and brought it into his neck, arms wrapping around his arms around his head to tangle in his hair.
Pleas of ‘faster,’ ‘harder,’ and ‘more’ flowed from the prince’s lips in desperate cries, hips canting to meet his lover’s thrusts.
Granolah wrenches himself away, Tarble’s hands sliding down to grip at his shoulders, nails digging into the taut skin. Their lips meet in a messy kiss, more panting into each other’s mouths more than anything coordinated or artful.
Their lips part.
“I’m close.”
Thrusts get sloppier
“M-me too.”
Grinding gets more imprecise.
“W-want to see you when you cum~”
“Ooh gods!”
Their organs crash over them sooner than either expected, pure indulgence overtaking them as they groaned in pleasure. Their release painting them the ultimate evidence of their hedonism.
Their bodies sagged as exhaustion washed over them, movements sluggish as they were forced to pull away.
As they dressed lazily, a tired chuckle passed through Granolah’s lips.
Tarble turned to his lover and raised a brow, “What’s so funny, love?”
A wry grin now plastered the knight’s face, “I knew I’d like being a mistress~”