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Another.
No matter how many plays she wrote, They always turned out the same; Unsatisfactory. Perhaps she was doing something wrong? Writing the wrong plot, or wrong ending?
"Fuck the third act," she muttered, crumpling another page and tossing it toward the growing pile in the corner. The ink smeared under her thumb as she pressed too hard against the parchment she had crumbled, leaving behind a blurred trail of black that only made her more irritated by the second.
Each and ever play was missing something and yet, she could not figure out what. Price and Princess, Knight and Maid, King and Queen, King and Knight, Prince and Bodyguard. None! None of them gave what she wanted.
She tapped the quill against her bottom lip, teeth grazing the feather's spine. The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers across her desk. There was a rhythm to her frustration that was the following: write, crumple, toss, repeat. It was fun enough as she wrote, but the pattern wasn't yielding anything worthwhile.
With a sigh she sat back and tried to think. If not a queen and king, and not a prince and princess, then what? She tried happy endings. She tried bittersweet endings. What else was there to do—write a tragedy where everyone dies? Ugh, Too predictable.
But…What if if wasn’t happy? Wasn’t Bittersweet? If the sweetness melted like sugar, The passion put into writing each thrust?
Her fingers trembled against the parchment. Not from frustration this time, though.no, this was something sharper, much, much hotter. A lewd little spark that licked up her spine. An ending of pure need? Not just need, that would be boring at most. The play needs to be…Arousing. The kind that lingered under the skin like boiling water you couldn’t simmer, that made the eyes water when sipped upon. She bit down on the quill hard enough to taste ink—ugh, gross. Yes. Yes!
The quill snapped between her teeth, bitter ink flooding her tongue. She spat the broken pieces onto the desk, grimacing with a scoff as she shoves them to the side, writing down two names—sun and moon, light and dark, yin and yang, deceit and truth.
King Shadow Milk and Viridescent Daydreamer.
Oh, how excited this would be~! Not only did she finally find her Characters, but she found the perfect trope, aswell. Perhaps, If she was feeling merciful, She’d let the audience have a smooth ending, with beads of sweat and liquid on skin.
Viridescent Sighed, dusting his hands clean of germs from the door handle of which belonged to the servant whom he requested bring him back to the kingdom after a busy day of meetings, meetings, and more meetings.
“I thank thee kindly, dear friend. I must away now. Have a fair eve.” He murmured, bowing his head barely toward the one who had carried him to the doors of the Kingdom’s gates. He was exhausted, and honestly could not wait for the embrace of his warm bed. Perhaps those papers he held off could wait just one more night…
Oh, who was he kidding?
Viridescent groaned as the heavy oak door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing through the cavernous halls of his private quarters. His shoulders sagged under the weight of his embroidered mantle, fingers fumbling with the clasp until it finally gave way, sliding off his frame like a discarded second skin. The cold marble floor seeped through his silk slippers, but he barely registered it—his thoughts were a sluggish river of half-formed duties. Meetings? No, he’d attended those. Correspondence? Gods, he couldn’t stomach another wax seal tonight.
His bedchamber door loomed at the end of the hall, a promise of respite. But as he reached for the handle, a draft licked at his nape—wrong. Very, very wrong. The air was too warm, and carried the scent of His favorite candles he held in his room.He never left candles burning unattended.
The door swung open before he could react.
"Took you long enough," purred a voice from the bed—His bed, that curled around his spine like the smoke from the candle lit near his nightstand. The Owner of said voice lounged across his bed, boots propped on the embroidered duvet, one knee bent lazily. The flickering candlelight caught the sharp edge of his smirk. "I was starting to think you’d forgotten our little…appointment."
Viridescent’s pulse stuttered. "Appointment?" he echoed, throat dry. He certainly would have remembered scheduling this. Who—why..? He truly hoped he was hallucinating. Who in their right mind would come into his chambers like this?
The intruder shifted, the bedframe creaking under his weight as he swung his legs over the side with deliberate slowness. Candlelight traced the curve of his collarbones where his shirt lay unfastened, revealing skin the color of storm-soakedned leather. Shadow Milk—because who else could it be?—clicked his tongue. "Disappointing. And here I thought kings had better memories." His grin widened, showing just a hint of fang. "Or perhaps you’re simply too…distracted to recall."
Viridescent's fingers twitched at his sides, the ink stains from earlier meetings suddenly itching beneath his nails. "You're in my chambers," he said, voice low—not quite accusation, not quite disbelief. The words tasted like a script he hadn't rehearsed. "Uninvited."
Shadow Milk's laugh was a dark ribbon unwinding in the thick air between them. "Uninvited?" He stretched, arching his back like a cat savoring sunlight, and the movement pulled his loose shirt dangerously higher. "Darling, I've been invited to every room in this castle since the day your sentinels first turned their backs." His smile sharpened. "Some more... intimately than others."
Viridiscent sighed, long and suffering, as he pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. The candlelight danced mockingly across his furrowed brow. “By what ill wind dost thou blow into mine chambers, Shadow Milk?” He hummed, tilting his head in thought of what he shall wear tonight. He turned his back, which was a calculated risk, and strode toward his wardrobe, fingers brushing over the rich embroidery of his sleeping robes. “Speak plainly, lest I summon the guards.”
Shadow Milk watched Viridiscent’s retreating back with the lazy amusement of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run. "Mm..Guards?" He chuckled, low and throaty, picking a strand of string off of his seams. "Oh, do summon them. I’d love an audience. Didn’t know you were into that—Dittoo~!” His boots hit the floor with the carelessness of a thief, each step growing in volume as he closed the distance between them. "Though I suspect they’d be more interested in watching than interfering."
Viridiscent stiffened as warm breath ghosted over the nape of his neck—too close, far too close. He could smell the faint musk of leather and…what was that, Blueberry scented Shampoo? How fitting. "Thou art insufferable," he muttered, fingers tightening around the fabric of his robe.
Shadow Milk's chuckle vibrated against Viridiscent's spine, his breath hot as he leaned in closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of the king's ear. "Insufferable? Or irresistible?" The words dripped with amusement, his hands hovering just shy of Viridiscent's hips—close enough to feel the heat radiating between them. "You know, for a king, you’re terrible at lying. Your pulse is racing."
Viridiscent inhaled sharply, fingers twitching against the robe. "Tis not lying to state fact," he countered, voice strained. He should step away. He would step away. Any moment now. Instead, his traitorous body remained rooted in place, the scent of leather and blueberries wrapping around him like an intoxicating spell. He would never admit the tightness in his pants, ever.
Viridiscent let out a measured huff of breath, turning with a hum to regard Shadow Milk through half-lidded eyes. "What ill purpose dost thou seek herein this eve?" he murmured, the archaic cadence rolling off his tongue like aged wine. "Surely thine presence be not for mere... discourse."
Shadow Milk's grin widened impossibly, his fingers tracing idle patterns along the carved bedpost. "Discourse?" he repeated, feigning shock as he pressed a hand to his chest. "My dear king, if I wanted discourse, I'd have attended your dreadfully dull council meetings." He sighed. "No. I came for something far more... interactive, perhaps.”
Viridiscent nearly scoffed, the sound catching in his throat like a trapped bird. Instead, he exhaled through his nose, fingers tightening imperceptibly around the robe still clutched in his hands. "Then what, pray tell, art thou in mine chambers for?" The words dripped with forced civility, each syllable polished to a veneer of regal indifference.
Shadow Milk tapped a finger against his lips, the candlelight catching the glint of a silver ring. Theatrical pause. Always with the pauses. "Mm. Excellent question," he mused, as if the thought had only just occurred to him. His gaze raked over Viridiscent with deliberate slowness—lingering on the undone clasps at his collar, the faint sheen of sweat along his throat. The corner of his mouth twitched. Overthrow him? Certainly. But brute force was so... pedestrian. Why storm the throne when he could slither between the sheets first? Trust was such a fragile thing—best forged in the heat of gasping breaths and tangled limbs.
Shadow Milk leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of Viridiscent’s ear once more, close enough to taste the startled hitch in the king’s breath. “Why, to serve my liege,” he murmured, the words honeyed and dripping with false reverence. His fingers traced idle circles on Viridiscent’s hipbone through the thin fabric, relishing the way the king’s pulse jumped beneath his touch. “Surely thou wouldst not deny thy most... devoted subject?” He questioned, looking up at the taller.
Viridiscent swallowed hard, the motion visible along his throat. “Devotion,” he repeated, voice drier than parchment. “A curious word from one whose hands stray where they ought not.” Yet he didn’t pull away, nor did he summon the guards. He do anything but stand there like a stag caught in torchlight, the flush creeping up his neck betraying him entirely.
The silence stretched taut between them, thick as honey, dripping with unspoken challenge. Shadow Milk’s fingers didn’t still—if anything, they grew bolder, skating upward along Viridiscent’s ribs, tracing the divot of his waist through layers of silk. The king exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound barely audible over the crackle of the candle. "Thou treadest upon dangerous ground," he murmured, but the warning lacked its usual bite. His pulse thundered where Shadow Milk’s thumb pressed against the hollow of his throat.
"Dangerous?" Shadow Milk chuckled, warm breath fanning across Viridiscent’s jaw. "Darling, truly, I live there." His other hand slid around to cradle the king’s hip, pulling him flush against his own body. The friction drew a startled gasp from Viridiscent’s lips—one Shadow Milk swallowed with a kiss once he twirled him around to face him, having to pull him down by his robe to reach his lips.
The kiss hit Viridiscent like a thief in the night—unexpected, inexcusable, yet utterly intoxicating. Shadow Milk’s lips were warm and demanding, pressing against his with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. The king’s hands, which had been poised to push away, instead found themselves gripping the front of Shadow Milk’s shirt, crumpling the fabric between his fingers. A muffled sound escaped his throat—half protest, half surrender—before Shadow Milk deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against his with a lazy arrogance that sent heat pooling low in Viridiscent’s belly.
When they parted, Shadow Milk’s smirk was downright sinful. “Mmm. Not bad,” he mused, licking his lips as if savoring the taste. “For a king who spends all day signing decrees and listening to nobles whine, you’ve got a decent mouth on you.” His fingers traced the edge of Viridiscent’s jaw, thumb pressing against his bottom lip. “Though I bet it’d look better between my legs, don’t you think?”
Viridiscent gawked, his lips still tingling from the kiss, before glaring down at the shorter man with furrowed brows. His fingers twitched against Shadow Milk's shirt, caught between shoving him away and dragging him closer. "Thou—" His voice cracked. He cleared his throat, the flush spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. "Thou speakest with such lewdness and informality," he hissed, though the effect was ruined by the way his breath hitched when Shadow Milk's thumb dragged across his lower lip again. "Unhand me this instant."
Shadow Milk chuckled, the sound vibrating against Viridiscent's chest where they were pressed together. "Oh? But you're holding onto me just as tight, Your Majesty." He tilted his head, feigning innocence while his free hand slid lower, fingertips skimming the curve of Viridiscent's belt. "Unless you'd like me to stop?" The challenge hung between them, heavy with implication. His touch paused, waiting.
Viridiscent's breath caught in his throat, lips parting around a sharp inhale as Shadow Milk's fingers teased the hem of his belt. Every rational thought screamed for him to push away—to call for the guards, to reclaim what remained of his dignity. But his body betrayed him, hips arching ever so slightly into the touch. "Thou—" he began, voice wavering, only for Shadow Milk to press a finger to his lips.
"Shhh," Shadow Milk murmured, eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned in. "Don't ruin the moment with all that 'thou' nonsense." His other hand slid fully beneath the belt, fingers tracing the taut line of Viridiscent's bulge through the thin fabric of his under garments. "Unless," he added, lips brushing the shell of the king's ear, "you speak normally.”
Viridiscent's breath hitched as Shadow Milk's fingers pressed against him, the thin silk doing nothing to conceal how hard he already was. His grip tightened on Shadow Milk's shirt, knuckles whitening. "You insufferable—" he began, only for Shadow Milk to squeeze lightly, cutting him off with a choked gasp.
"Ah-ah," Shadow Milk tutted, grinning as he rubbed slow circles through the fabric. "Normal words, remember? Or do I need to stop?"
Viridiscent's jaw clenched, the words warring behind his teeth—half-formed curses tangled with something far more damning. Shadow Milk's fingers moved with agonizing precision, the friction just shy of unbearable. "You-" His breath stuttered when those fingers dipped beneath the waistband, brushing bare skin. "You are horrid," he hissed, but the insult lacked its usual bite, dissolving into a moan as Shadow Milk's palm finally wrapped around him fully.
"Mm. There we go," Shadow Milk purred, stroking him with deliberate slowness. "Was that so hard?" His thumb swiped over the head, smearing precome in slick circles. He looks down, tilting his head with a grin."Well. Aside from the obvious.”
Viridiscent gasped, arching into the touch as his cock twitched in Shadow Milk's hold, thighs tensing against the sudden rush of heat that flooded his veins. The sensation was electric—unbearably good, shamefully undeniable. His fingers twisted tighter in Shadow Milk's shirt, nails scraping against embroidered fabric as he fought the urge to buck his hips forward like some desperate commoner. "You—ah—you wretched—" His words dissolved into a moan when Shadow Milk's thumb pressed just *there*, teasing the sensitive slit with practiced precision.
Viridiscent gasped, arching into the touch as his cock twitched in Shadow Milk's hold. "Oh dear—" The words escaped him like a prayer, ragged and breathless, as Shadow Milk's fingers tightened around him with deliberate pressure. The warmth of his palm was obscene against Viridiscent's heated flesh, the calloused pads of his fingers dragging along sensitive skin with torturous slowness, the length hardening with each squeeze and stroke.
Shadow Milk chuckled, his breath warm against Viridiscent's throat. "Oh dear indeed," he murmured, nipping at the King’s earlobe. His thumb circled the head of Viridiscent's cock, smearing precome in slick, teasing strokes. "Look at you, already falling apart at just a touch." He tilted his head, feigning innocence even as his grip tightened imperceptibly. "And here I thought kings had more restraint."
Viridiscent whimpered, head lolling back with a breathy moan as Shadow Milk squeezed his length, the pressure just shy of painful. His throat bobbed helplessly when Shadow Milk’s tongue, hot and wet and oh-so warm, dragged up the column of his neck in a slow lick that left his skin tingling. The sensation was obscene, the slick trail cooling in the air before Shadow Milk’s lips sealed over the same spot, sucking lightly. Viridiscent’s fingers tangled in Shadow Milk’s hair, caught between pushing him away and dragging him closer, his hips twitching forward into that wicked grip.
“Pathetic,” Shadow Milk murmured against his skin, the word vibrating through Viridiscent’s bones. His thumb swirled over the head of Viridiscent’s cock again, smearing the wetness there in lazy circles. “You’re dripping like a whore, Your Majesty.” He punctuated the insult with a sharp twist of his wrist, wrenching another ragged gasp from Viridiscent’s lips.
Viridiscent could only shudder, looking down at Shadow Milk through his white lashes, cheeks flushed and forehead sweaty. The candlelight caught the sheen of perspiration along his brow, glinting like dew on pale petals. His breath came in ragged bursts, each exhale trembling against the cruel press of Shadow Milk’s fingers around his cock, tightening just enough to tease, never enough to relieve.
Ah, he truly was glad this king was deemed more interesting than the average king.
Shadow Milk pulled back just enough to catch Viridiscent’s dazed expression that consisted of parted lips, lashes fluttering, all before sinking to his knees with the grace of a cheap harlot—absolutely no grace whatsoever. The king made a strangled noise as Shadow Milk’s fingers traced the hem of his undergarments, tugging them down just enough to free his aching cock. "W-Wait—" Viridiscent stammered, voice cracking as Shadow Milk blew a slow huff of breath over the flushed head. His hips jerked forward instinctively, seeking friction, only for Shadow Milk to click his tongue and pin him back against the wardrobe with a hand on his hip.
"Ah-ah," Shadow Milk murmured, tilting his head with mock sympathy. "Kings shouldn’t beg." His grin sharpened as he dragged his tongue along the underside of Viridiscent’s length in one long, torturous lick, savoring the way the king’s fingers spasmed in his hair. "But you will."
The first press of Shadow Milk's lips around him was obscenely soft—a slow, deliberate heat that made Viridiscent's knees buckle. His fingers scrabbled against the wardrobe behind him, nails digging into polished wood as Shadow Milk took him deeper with practiced ease, tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock in a way that dragged a punched-out groan from Viridiscent's throat.
"Gods—" The curse slipped out unbidden, his hips twitching forward only for Shadow Milk to pin him harder against the wardrobe with a firm grip on his hip. Viridiscent's breath hitched when Shadow Milk's teeth grazed him lightly, the threat of pain laced with unbearable pleasure. His head thunked back against the wood, eyes squeezing shut as Shadow Milk hollowed his cheeks, sucking with filthy precision, all whilst his upturned eyes, tired yet sharp, stayed locked onto his flushed face as he began to bob his head.
Viridiscent’s thighs trembled, the muscles taut as bowstrings beneath the fine fabric of his trousers. Shadow Milk’s mouth was a furnace around him, each suck and lick sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. The king’s fingers tangled in dark hair, not guiding, no, because that would imply control and he truly was not in such a spot, but clinging, desperate, as if he might collapse without the anchor of Shadow Milk’s grip on his hips. A bead of sweat traced the curve of his jaw, dripping onto the collar of his half-undone shirt.
Shadow Milk pulled off with an obscene pop, grinning up at him with spit-slick lips. "Tastes like Vanilla," he mused, tongue darting out to catch the precome pearling at the tip. "Who knew kings were so sweet?" His fingers traced idle circles on Viridiscent’s inner thigh, feeling the muscle jump beneath his touch. "Or is it just you? Mmm…probably. It’s not every king that allows one such as myself to suck them off in their own chambers, y’know.”
Viridiscent's breath came in ragged bursts, his cock twitching against the cold air, flushed and slick with precome that dribbled down the shaft in a slow, obscene trickle. His fingers flexed uselessly against the wardrobe, tan knuckles gone white, the polished wood creaking beneath his grip. "Sh-Shadow Milk," he whispered, voice fraying at the edges, rough with need. The word barely carried, drowned beneath the wet smack of Shadow Milk's lips as he licked another teasing stripe along the underside, a hand moving to fondle the cum-filled sack that lay untouched.
Shadow Milk paused, tilting his head with exaggerated innocence. "Hmm? Speak up, Your Majesty." His breath ghosted over Viridiscent's length as he spoke, chuckling at how it twitched in the air. "Or is begging beneath you?" He punctuated the taunt with a flick of his tongue against the slit, lapping up the fresh bead of pre with a hum of approval.
Viridiscent whimpered—an unthinkable sound for a king, yet here he was, hips stuttering forward before Shadow Milk's palm pressed flat against his stomach, pinning him back. The denial was cruel, the ache unbearable. "P-Please," he gasped, fingers threading tighter into Shadow Milk's hair, tugging weakly. "Cease thy—…S-stop with the torment, please."
"Torment?" Shadow Milk echoed, fingers tracing the vein pulsing along Viridiscent's cock with idle fascination. "Is that what you call it?" His grin widened as he leaned in, lips brushing the swollen head. "I thought I was being generous." Then, with deliberate slowness, he swallowed him down to the hilt, nose pressing into the neatly trimmed curls at the base. Viridescent arched with a cry, thighs trembling, but Shadow Milk didn't relent—his throat worked around him, swallowing around the intrusion, the vibration wringing another broken moan from the king's lips.
Shadow Milk's arms slid around Viridiscent's waist with possessive ease, fingers splaying across the small of his back as he swallowed him down again—deeper this time, until the king's cock hit the back of his throat with a wet, muffled choke. Viridiscent's gasp was sharp, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, only for Shadow Milk to tighten his grip, holding him steady as he worked his tongue in slow, teasing circles. The vibrations of his humming laughter sent tremors up Viridiscent's spine, his thighs quivering with the effort to remain standing.
The king’s fingers scrabbled against Shadow Milk’s shoulders, blunt nails digging into fabric as he struggled to ground himself.
“Oh—Y-Yes-!” He moans, eyes squeezing shut as if to escape from the sight between his legs.
Every flick of Shadow Milk’s tongue, every obscene slurp as he pulled back just to plunge down again, wrenched another fractured sound from Viridiscent’s throat-half-moan, half-plea. His breath came in short gasps, his cock twitching against the slick upper roof of Shadow Milk’s mouth, the pressure building with each relentless bob of his head.
Shadow Milk’s lips tightened around him, sucking hard as he dragged his tongue along the underside, his fingers pressing bruises into Viridiscent’s hips. The king whimpered, his head thumping back against the wardrobe, his body arching like a drawn bowstring. "F-Forgive me-!" he gasped, the words dissolving into a choked cry as Shadow Milk hollowed his cheeks, the suction unbearable. Oh, he could only pray the gods were not watching. What a cruel way that would be,to be cast away for such actions.
Viridiscent's breath hitched, his hips stuttering forward in desperate, shallow thrusts—just a few more seconds, a few more strokes of that wicked tongue and he'd-!!
Shadow Milk pulled off with a wet pop, leaving him twitching in the cold air, aching and unsated. A string of spit and precome connected his lips to the flushed tip of Viridiscent’s cock for a fleeting second before snapping. Shadow Milk gasped, chest heaving as he dragged the back of his hand across his chin, smearing the mess with a rough swipe. His voice was wrecked, throat raw from taking the king deep, yet his grin was sharp enough to cut. "Bed," he rasped, jerking his chin toward the silken sprawl of Viridiscent’s own sheets. "Now."
Viridiscent swallows hard, cock straining as he nods, stumbling to the bed with the help of the wall.
Shadow Milk stalked after him, fingers already working the laces of his own shirt loose with practiced ease. "Oh, don’t look so scandalized," he purred, shrugging the fabric off one shoulder, then the other, letting it pool on the floor behind him like a discarded shadow. His skin gleamed in the candlelight, the lean muscle of his torso flexing as he kicked off his boots with deliberate slowness. "You’ve seen worse, surely."
Viridiscent’s knees hit the edge of the bed, his breath hitching as Shadow Milk prowled closer, half-naked now, his trousers slung low on his hips. The king’s fingers trembled against the sheets, his cock still achingly hard, flushed and wet where Shadow Milk had left him. "Thou-" he began, voice rough, but Shadow Milk cut him off with a click of his tongue as he unbuttoned his own pants, thighs noticably glistening.
Viridiscent watched, clearing his throat as he corrected himself-or tried to, at least. His voice cracked halfway through the first syllable, the remnants of Shadow Milk’s mouth still seared into his skin like a brand. "Thou—you,” he managed, the modern pronoun clumsy on his tongue after centuries of formality. His fingers twisted in the silk sheets beneath him, knuckles blanching. "You cannot possibly expect—"
Shadow Milk arched a brow, trousers and underwear sliding down his hips with a deliberate shove, revealing the slick sheen between his thighs. "Expect what?" he taunted, stepping closer until his knees bumped Viridiscent’s spread legs. "For you to lie back and take it like a good little king?" His grin turned feral as he pressed a palm flat against Viridiscent’s chest, pushing him down onto the mattress with effortless grace. "Oh, no. You’ll take it. Kings love to take, mm?”
Shadow Milk sighed dramatically, rolling his hips slowly, yet not taking him as he instead just drags his slick folds along the length of Viridiscent’s cock in one torturous slide. The king arched beneath him with a punched-out groan, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Shadow Milk’s hips.
"Oh, listen to you," Shadow Milk purred, grinning down at him as he rocked forward again, letting Viridiscent feel every inch of that maddening friction without granting him relief. The king’s cock twitched against him, hot and straining, smearing precome in sticky streaks across his folds. Shadow Milk bit his lip, watching Viridiscent’s face crumple with pleasure—his lashes fluttering, his mouth falling open around another broken sound. "Like that, do you?" He did it again, slower this time, his breath hitching as Viridiscent’s hips jerked up instinctively, seeking more.
Shadow Milk chuckled, breathless and wicked, as he lifted his hips just enough to line Viridiscent’s cock with his dripping cunt. The king’s breath hitched beneath him, fingers clawing into the sheets as Shadow Milk teased the swollen head against his entrance, dragging it through slick folds without granting him entry. “Pathetic,” Shadow Milk murmured, watching Viridiscent’s thighs tremble with the effort to stay still. “You’re shaking like a virgin.” He pressed down just enough to make the king’s hips jerk upward, a desperate, aborted thrust that Shadow Milk denied with a hand splayed across his abdomen. “Ah-ah. I decide when you get to fuck me.”
Viridiscent’s chest heaved, his cock twitching against Shadow Milk’s heat, smearing precome in glistening streaks. “Please-“ His voice fractured, the modern pronoun clumsy and raw. “ Use me- please, fuck me, My dove—“
Shadow Milk pauses, smirking down at his with a brow raised. “Fuck you? Hm! Well, I guess it could count as me fucking you, since you have no say in How it goes as long as it goes, mm?”
Viridiscent could only nod desperately, a whimper catching in his throat as Shadow Milk's fingers dug into his hips, pressing bruises into tan skin like a claim. His cock twitched against the slick heat of Shadow Milk's folds, aching and neglected, smearing precome in sticky trails that glistened against the violet of his petals. Every shallow rock of Shadow Milk's hips sent sparks up his spine, the teasing friction just shy of unbearable—so close, yet never enough.
"Look at you, My king," Shadow Milk murmured, tilting his head with mock sympathy as he dragged his folds along Viridiscent's length again, slow and gentle. The king arched beneath him, a choked gasp escaping parted lips, his fingers twisting tighter in the sheets. "All desperate and begging like some common whore, twitching against my bare skin." His grin sharpened as he leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Viridiscent's ear. "And you're not even inside me yet."
Viridiscent’s breath stuttered as Shadow Milk finally, finally, lowered himself onto his cock, the slick heat enveloping him inch by agonizing inch. His fingers spasmed against the sheets, his entire body rigid with the effort not to thrust upward like some starved beast. Shadow Milk sighed, rolling his hips in a slow circle, savoring the way the king’s breath hitched beneath him. "There," he murmured, dragging a fingertip down Viridiscent’s chest, nails scratching lightly over a peaked nipple. "Isn’t that better?"
Viridiscent’s back arched off the bed, his gasp sharp and ragged as Shadow Milk settled fully atop him, sheathing him to the hilt in one slow, excruciating descent. The heat was unbearable as his cunt was clenching around him like a vice, slick and tight and so impossibly much that his vision blurred at the edges. His fingers scrabbled against the silk sheets, knuckles white, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Shadow Milk’s hips. "Oh—gods—"
He cursef, his hips jerking up instinctively, only for Shadow Milk to pin him down with a hand splayed across his abdomen.
"Tsk." Shadow Milk’s tongue clicked in mock disapproval, rolling his hips in a slow, grinding circle that made Viridiscent’s toes curl. "So eager." His grin was molten, fingers tracing idle patterns over the king’s heaving chest. "But I decide the pace, remember?" He lifted himself almost entirely off, letting just the tip catch at his entrance, savoring the way Viridiscent’s breath hitched, his cock twitching desperately between them. Then, quickly, he
Slammed back down, watching Viridiscent’s lips part around a soundless moan.
Viridiscent’s cry shattered the stillness of the chamber as Shadow Milk rode him with merciless precision, hips slamming down in a rhythm that left no room for gentleness. The king’s back arched off the bed, fingers tearing at the sheets as his cock was sheathed to the hilt again and again, each thrust punching a ragged moan from his throat. His head thrashed against the pillows, lips parted in a silent scream before sound finally returned, a broken, “Oh ,fuck—!” that dissolved into incoherence as Shadow Milk clenched around him, hot and tight and perfect.
Shadow Milk grinned down at him, sweat glistening along his collarbones as he rolled his hips with deliberate cruelty. “Louder,” he demanded, nails raking down Viridiscent’s chest as he lifted himself almost entirely off, only to drop back down with a wet slap of skin. The king’s cry was strangled, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Shadow Milk’s waist, toes curling into the rumpled silk beneath them. “L-let them hear how well their king-haah.. takes it.”
Shadow Milk’s thighs flexed as he rode Viridiscent with shameless abandon, the wet slap of skin echoing off the chamber walls—loud, lewd, undeniable. His head tipped back, lips parting around a moan that dripped honey-thick and syrupy, bouncing effortlessly on the king’s cock as if he’d been made for it. "Oh—fuck, yes," he gasped, fingers splayed across Viridiscent’s chest for balance, nails biting crescents into flushed skin. "Look at you—hah—blushing like a maiden while I ruin myself on your cock."
Viridiscent could do nothing but obey, his own fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white, mouth slack with overwhelmed pleasure as drool dribbled down his chin, alongside the tears streaking his tan cheeks. His lashes fluttered as Shadow Milk’s movements grew more erratic, the rhythm stuttering into something desperate, his thighs trembling where they wrapped around the king’s hips. Every bounce dragged a broken, loud moan from Viridiscent’s throat, his cock buried to the hilt in that slick, clenching heat, over and over until his vision blurred at the edges that werent already blurred.
The king’s lips moved around silent, shattered pleas, praise, curses, prayers, but Shadow Milk only laughed as he ground down in a slow circle. "How low of you," he panted, swiping a thumb through the sweat beading on Viridiscent’s collarbone. "You’re-nngh—letting me use you like some toy, and all you can do is-..ah!..take it." His hips stuttered, his own climax coiling tight in his belly, but he refused to grant Viridiscent mercy just yet. Not when the king’s thighs were shaking beneath him, his cock twitching against his warm, wet walls with every filthy roll of Shadow Milk’s hips.
Viridiscent’s chest heaved, his voice cracking around a sob as Shadow Milk lifted himself almost entirely off, leaving just the tip of the king’s cock nestled inside him, slick and twitching. "P-Please," he begged, fingers scrabbling weakly at Shadow Milk’s thighs, smearing sweat and precome in desperate streaks. "I cannot—I-ahh-!!” His plea dissolved into a wail as Shadow Milk dropped back down in one fluid motion, sheathing him fully with a wet gasp, his own thighs quivering with the effort to continue.
“P-please—oh, oh dear,-please, say My name When you come, my dove—!! S-say Pure Vanilla, it’s Pure Vanilla-!!” He nearly sobs, tears leaking into his sheets.
Shadow Milk’s rhythm faltered for a fraction of a second—just long enough for Pure Vanilla to catch the flicker of something raw in his eyes before it vanished beneath a smirk. His fingers dug into the king’s hips once more, his thighs flexing as he drove down harder, faster, the slap of skin turning sharp and erratic. "Oh, you beggar," he gasped, voice ragged with exertion, sweat dripping from his temple onto Pure Vanilla’s heaving chest. "You—ah!—want me to say it? To admit it?" His hips snapped down, wringing a choked cry from the king’s throat. "Fine."
Pure Vanilla’s vision whited out as Shadow Milk clenched around him, his body arching off the bed like a bowstring drawn too tight. Every nerve screamed—his cock buried to the hilt, his name on Shadow Milk’s lips, the heat coiling unbearable in his gut. "P-Pure Vanilla—!" Shadow Milk snarled it like a curse, like a prayer, his hips stuttering as his orgasm ripped through him. The sound of his name, his true name, on the others tongue, was what made Him finally reach his much needed release, flooding the others insides with warmth in pulses.
Shadow Milk collapsed forward, his chest heaving against Pure Vanilla’s sweat-slicked torso, their harsh breaths mingling in the thick air. His thighs still trembled around the king’s hips, his cunt clenching intermittently around the softening cock inside him as aftershocks rippled through him. A slow drip of spend trailed down his inner thigh, but he made no move to clean it—only smirked when Pure Vanilla’s fingers twitched toward it instinctively, then stilled, as if remembering himself.
“Look at you,” Shadow Milk murmured, dragging a fingertip through the mess on inner thighs before pressing it against Pure Vanilla’s parted lips. The king’s tongue darted out reflexively, tasting salt and bitterness, before his eyes flew open in belated horror. Shadow Milk laughed, low and satisfied. “Too late for dignity, Pure Vanilla. ” He emphasized the name like a blade twisted in a wound, delighting in the way the king shuddered beneath him, cheeks darkening once more.
Pure Vanilla’s chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, his fingers still twined weakly in the tangled sheets beneath them. Shadow Milk’s weight pressed him into the mattress, warm and solid, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to his skin like a second layer. The king swallowed hard, his throat dry, his thoughts sluggish with spent pleasure—yet something prickled at the edges of his awareness, sharpening the longer Shadow Milk stayed motionless atop him.
"You’re heavy," Pure Vanilla murmured at last, voice hoarse. His fingers flexed against Shadow Milk’s waist, half-hearted in their push, more habit than intent as his fingers splayed across his sweat slicked back, his other hand moving to run through his short hair.
Shadow Milk exhaled sharply through his nose, his breath warm against Pure Vanilla’s collarbone. "And you’re complaining now?" He shifted just enough to allow the other’s softened cock to slip out, hissing at the feel of spend dribbling out.
“Well. You can complain later, because as of now, I’m not finished with my,mm…fill.” He purred, rolling his hips slowly, pressing their stomachs together, smearing the wetness between them.
Pure Vanilla groaned, his hands gripping Shadow Milk’s waist tighter as he arched into the touch. “Again?” He gasped, his cock twitching weakly against Shadow Milk’s thigh, already sensitive from their first round.
Shadow Milk grinned, pressing a kiss to Pure Vanilla’s sweat-slicked chest. “Again.” He confirmed, his voice thick with promise. “And again. And again. Until I’ve had my fill, My King~.” His fingers traced idle patterns along Pure Vanilla’s ribs, relishing the way the king shivered beneath him.
his breath hitched, his fingers tightening around Shadow Milk’s hips as the other man leaned down to press a kiss to the head of his cock. “Ah-!” he gasped, his back arching off the bed as Shadow Milk’s tongue flicked out to trace the slit.
Shadow Milk chuckled, his breath hot against Pure Vanilla’s skin. “So desperate.” He murmured, his fingers tightening around the base of Pure Vanilla’s cock, stroking him slowly. “Begging like a whore.” He teased, pressing another kiss to the flushed head. “So eager to be used.”
Pure Vanilla groaned, his hips twitching up into Shadow Milk’s grip. “Yes,” he gasped, his fingers tangling in Shadow Milk’s hair. “Yes, please, My Bluebird..Ngg..-!!”
Shadow Milk hummed, his tongue lapping at the head of Pure Vanilla’s cock, swirling around it before taking him into his mouth. Pure Vanilla nearly sobbed, his hips twitching, his fingernails digging dully into the other’s scalp . Shadow Milk moaned around him, his fingers tightening around the base of Pure Vanilla’s cock, keeping him from thrusting up too roughly.
“Fuck-!!Shadow Milk—” Pure Vanilla groaned, his head falling back against the soft pillows as Shadow Milk sucked him off. “So good..so good for me-!” he babbled, brows furrowed. “You’re so good..”
Shadow Milk pulled off with a wet pop, licking his lips. “Say my name.” He demanded, his thumb rubbing circles around the tip that leaked precum.
Pure Vanilla moaned lowly, his hips rutting into Shadow Milk’s grip. “Shadow Milk..” he groaned, his cock twitching in Shadow Milk’s hand. “Shadow Milk-!!please!”
Shadow Milk’s hand twisted around Pure Vanilla’s cock in a sudden, fast rhythm, the wet slide of skin-on-skin obscenely loud in the quiet of the royal chambers of which was made for tranquility, not sex. The king gasped, his back arching off the bed as Shadow Milk leaned forward, sealing their mouths together in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, moaning as he shoves his tongue into the King’s mouth. Their tongues tangled, the taste of saliva and sweat and precum mingling between them as Shadow Milk murmured against his lips, voice ragged and ruined. “Cum for me,” he panted, fingers squeezing around the length of Pure Vanilla’s cock and twisting with each downstroke, thumb pressing hard against the swollen head. “Do it, Little faerie. show me how pretty you look when you break.”
Pure Vanilla whimpered into the kiss, his hips jerking erratically, his body taut as a bowstring. Every stroke sent sparks of white-hot pleasure up his spine, his cock throbbing in Shadow Milk’s grip. The pressure coiled low in his gut, unbearable and inevitable, and when Shadow Milk bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to sting, Pure Vanilla came with a choked cry. His climax ripped through him violently, spilling hot and thick between their stomachs as Shadow Milk milked him through it, fingers working him with a grin until he was shuddering and oversensitive, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
Shadow Milk pulled back from the kiss with a slow, wet drag of his lips, savoring the way Pure Vanilla chased him weakly before collapsing back into the pillows. He licked his own bottom lip, tasting vanilla and cream. “Mmm. You took it… okay,” he murmured, tilting his head down. His thumb brushed along Pure Vanilla’s cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped during his climax. “For a pampered little royal, anyway.”
Pure Vanilla’s breath hitched, his body still thrumming with aftershocks. His limbs felt liquid, boneless, and his mind was fogged with the kind of exhaustion that came only from being thoroughly unraveled. “Okay,?”he repeated hoarsely, indignant despite the way his voice cracked. His fingers twitched where they lay limp against the sheets, as if he wanted to reach for Shadow Milk but couldn’t muster the strength. He really, really needed to adjust his schedules to hold more movement. “You..mm..did amazing, My dove.”
Shadow Milk rolled his eyes with exaggerated drama, letting his full weight collapse onto Pure Vanilla’s spent body. The king wheezed dramatically beneath him, but his arms lifted weakly to wrap around Shadow Milk’s waist anyway, fingers tracing absent-minded patterns against the small of his back. "Oh, the tragedy," Shadow Milk drawled, nuzzling into the crook of Pure Vanilla’s neck, inhaling the warm, sugary scent of him. "All my grand plans of regicide, foiled by… what was it again? Your adorable little moans? Or was it the way you tried to pull me down and warm your cock like you’d die if I stopped?" He punctuated the question with a sharp nip to Pure Vanilla’s sweaty collarbone, grinning when the king shuddered.
Pure Vanilla huffed a laugh, though it came out breathless and ruined, blonde hair messy aswell. His thighs were still trembling faintly where they bracketed Shadow Milk’s hips, and the mess between them was sticky and cooling, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Shadow Milk’s weight was so warm, his teasing so familiar. "You’re terrible," he murmured, tilting his head to press a lazy kiss to Shadow Milk’s temple. "Absolutely dreadful, My dear. I should have you executed."
Hm. Execution didn’t sound nearly as bad as coming to the conclusion that he’d never truly accomplish his mission of dethroning the king.
Perhaps another day.