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Times are turbulent so it comes as no shock that the throne room is out of question. Tommi is led through back doors, passing kitchens and dormitories. Finally, there's a door at the end of the narrow corridor and it creaks open.
His master steps aside, giving a firm nod. Good luck. Tommi sucks in his protesting stomach and squeezes through, his shoulder touching his master's one last time. He's aware of the door closing behind him and he thinks he hears the the lock turn.
"I hear a lot about you, Lalli," his majesty doesn't bother with common courtesy. But then again there isn't a minute to waste in time of war.
"Good things," the older man sits and Tommi wonders if he should sit too. Something about having to keep his head lower than that of his superiors.
"You're not in trouble but I cannot promise you I have good news either."
Tommi can see it for the promotion it is, however dangerous it might be. Protecting the king's most valuable. He's given the option to but, how could he refuse.
In the dim old study, Tommi bends the knee bowing in front of the prince. He takes the oath, promising to shield and protect the only heir to their seemingly collapsing country.
"You may stand, Sir Lalli."
His majesty uncovers the prince's head, revealing tufts of crow black hair. Tommi looks on, pinned by the shock of light blue irises contrasting the deep red vestments. He's swaddled in crushed red velvet, sunk comfortably in the pillows of the worn reading chair. The prince isn't older than ten years.
10 years later
It's a good thing that thoughts aren't liable in the court of justice. Tommi's musings- while entertaining- these days consist of bright observations such as:
'One is able to hear Joonas' expertise in cock sucking.'
It's no wonder his highness is partial to warming up with a blowjob from Joonas. Tommi won't allow himself to openly watch, sneaking glances between regular intervals of staring at the wallpaper. Tommi's duty weighs down on him even if the prince deserves his privacy.
"That's what he'd like others to believe," purrs one of the harlots coming close to giving Tommi a heart attack.
He's the feisty short one, long brown curls frazzled- intentionally or not, one couldn't be sure. Tommi wouldn't be surprised if his pond green eyes could read minds. But it seems like the object of discourse is no other than the prince's new recruitment. Once again.
"Would you like to try him today, my lord?"
Joonas' scratchy voice is quiet. The wet sounds of his mouth working continue and Tommi can't help but turn to look again. There's something constricting low in his abdomen as he watches, sees Allu's flushed face, notices his thumb caressing Joonas' ear gently.
"If he likes," Allu's voice is equally scratchy.
Tommi has to look away feeling his stomach tightening. He turns the other way this time, gaze falling on the recent recruitment. He's all long limbs, blond tresses cut short to frame his face. No doubt Joonas' nimble fingers worked their magic for that.
"I'd love to," the blond says gruffly, "since Niko here is on his period."
It's a close call but Tommi manages to swallow the laughter climbing up his throat. His highness shows no restraint however, bursting out a surprised laugh, nose scrunching the way Tommi loves. The king would think it unbecoming.
Niko doesn't enjoy it either, his eyes cold as he pretends to busy himself. He touches up his face paint, adding watery stain on his lips and nipples. Tommi wonders if he lines the arches of his eyebrows with coal. They look suspiciously dark.
"Joonas told me you two work nicely together," Allu hums and it's easy to picture him folding his hands behind his head comfortably.
"We do," says the blond. Tommi could swear there's a hint of pride in his tone. As if he invented sex and not just been deemed private harlot to the prince.
"Prove it," Allu says lightly, "make each other come for me."
There's a beat of silence before the new recruit gets to work. Tommi chances a glance to see the two harlots move close, heads fitting in each other's laps. Then it's muffled groans as they suck each other's cocks. A brave peek at Aleksi and he's touching himself as he enjoys the view.
Tommi's treacherous cock twitches inside his undergarments. There's never been a time when he left these private chambers without his cock hard, sometimes even weeping. He blames the prince for having a good taste in harlots.
They come to visit him in his dreams, rosy nipples and nimble fingers. It isn't long before he realizes he's one of them, touched and pleasured for the light blue eyes watching.Tommi wakes up drenched in sweat and panting, his cock dribbling the last of its release.
"Good morning, kid," Tommi gruffs at a half awake Allu. He notices the prince's plate is untouched and takes a big breath, sitting next to him.
"So I'm guessing the king announced your betrothal."
"Not yet," Allu snaps, "but he will."
"We didn't win the war, Allu," Tommi explains, "it could be worse." Much, much worse, he thinks. There's no paint bright enough to mimic Allu's eyes should he ever were to-
Tommi stops that train of thought, sees no reason for it to occupy his already tired mind. Allu isn't to be king like he was promised. But he'll still lead a plush lifestyle. Under his soon to be husband's rule.
Tommi's heart aches at the thought and he tells himself it's sympathy for Allu's predicament.