Affair

The King ran his fingers over the smooth, and warm skin of his, where the Royal Crest was tattooed on, the mark of success that signaled his ascension to the throne. He remembered the day when he had first received the tattoo, the moment when he had become a king, when fewer eyes were on him.

Back then, he had been filled with a sense of pride and honor, feeling as if he had achieved something great. But now, all he felt was a sense of exhaustion and duty. The weight of the crown seemed to rest heavy on his head, pressing down until he felt crushed by the responsibility.

He let out a deep sigh, wishing he could let go of the pressures and simply fly away like a hawk. But he knew that he was forever bound to the kingdom, to his people, to his duty. 

Just like Percy, he had nothing to do but obey.

The King sat in his study, trying to sort through the endless piles of parchment on his desk. He knew that he had a duty to his people, to uphold the laws of the land and to keep the kingdom safe. But the weight of those papers seemed to weigh him down, crushing him under the sheer magnitude of what he had to do.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, running his hand through his hair in frustration. How was he supposed to get this all done? He was only one man, and the problems of the kingdom seemed to be never-ending.

But even as he felt his doubts creeping in, he forced himself to focus. He knew that he had a responsibility to his people, and he had to do everything in his power to live up to that responsibility. With a deep breath, he picked up the first paper on his desk and began to read, determined to work his way through each and every one.

One paper to his hand and a quill to the other, writing down in separate parchment. 

He would read each paper carefully, making notes and scribbling his thoughts on a separate piece of parchment. This way, he could keep track of what he had read and what he needed to do. It helped him stay organized and focused. He wanted to be certain to keep track, so he wrote down each name on separate parchment, knowing it to be one method of keeping track of all the duties and responsibilities he had set himself. The King kept going until every single paper on his desk had been read. He wanted to be certain that nothing was missed.

With this system, he could work through the papers methodically, one at a time. He could prioritize the most urgent matters and make decisions efficiently. And he could refer back to his notes later if he needed to.

As the King was engrossed in his work, writing down notes on separate pieces of parchment, Matthew quietly snuck in the study, carefully to avoid being caught red-handed. As he saw the King focused on his work, he couldn't help but want to have a little fun. 

Reaching the King's desk, he crawled underneath, his eyes fixed on the piles of parchment. The King was too engrossed in his work to notice Matthew's presence, allowing him to inch closer. Matthew's hand reached out, lightly brushing against the King's leg.

The King didn't notice his presence until he felt a soft hand on his leg.

Matthew was a real silver-tongued devil, constantly scheming to achieve his desires. This time, he was after something that would surely get him in trouble. The King felt a long shiver down to his spine, but he brushed it off as he continued to write. 

Meanwhile, Matthew's fingers, deft and persuasive, ventured further, tracing subtle patterns on the King's thigh. The King's breath caught in his throat, a quiet gasp escaping him. His pulse quickened, the intensity of the moment palpable. He knew he should put a stop to this, but there was a magnetic pull, a dangerous allure that kept him ensnared.

The King's grip on the quill tightened, his knuckles turning white. His thoughts became clouded, the lines between duty and desire blurring. He felt the warmth of Matthew's breath against his skin, he could feel his own shaft reacting to it. Matthew's hand moved further up the King's leg, causing the King to squirm in his seat. His heart began to race, and his mind became foggy as he struggled to keep his focus on the task

The King breathed, almost a whisper, "M-Maximino.. what are you.. doing."

Matthew's heart was pounding in his chest when The King's voice suddenly filled the air, and he felt a thrilling yet nervous mix of emotions. He was aware of the risks involved, but he couldn't resist this stolen moment with the person he longed for the most.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty," Matthew whispered, his voice quivering with teasing and longing, "I couldn't bear to be away from you any longer. I longed for your touch, your presence."

He kept tracing patterns on The King's thigh with his fingers, playfully moving closer to his growing desire. Matthew knew the risks and consequences involved, but he couldn't resist the urge to connect and explore, even if it was forbidden.

The King loosened his grip on the quill, feeling a rush of desire mixed with his logical thoughts. His body reacted to Matthew's touch, subtly moving his hips in a craving for more. The undeniable chemistry between them filled the room, creating a captivating atmosphere.

"I know this is reckless, Your Majesty," Matthew gasped, his voice full of apology and desperation, "but I have an obligation to please my King."

Matthew's hand, driven by his longing, moved up slowly, barely touching The King's erection through his pants. His heart raced, holding his breath with anticipation, fully aware of the daring they were engaging in.

The King was reeling, his mind and body caught in a battle between duty and the longing for intimacy. His voice wavered with a mixture of reserve and desire, the tip of his pointed ears growing hotter, "Matthew, we can't...this is highly inappropriate…"

Matthew's fingers pressed against the King's hardness, creating a gentle pressure that sent electric shocks of pleasure through both of them. He peeked his head a bit more, his voice full of desperate plea, "Your Majesty, you've been pushing yourself lately, recently, you just implemented a new tax system and expanded financial access to the common people, why don't you give yourself some rewards for achievements?"

As Matthew sensed the King's approval and the intense energy in the room, he acted with a newfound determination. Skillfully, he unbuttoned the King's pants, letting them drop to the ground. With an intense craving, he firmly held the King's firmness, caressing it gently, causing the King to tremble.

The King was trying to focus on his writing, but Matthew's skilled mouth was just too distracting. Pleasure ran through him, making it hard to think or concentrate. He even accidentally dropped the quill and made a mess of his writing.

The King was getting more and more frustrated and turned on, which made him lose control. Matthew's warm breath on the King's exposed shaft sent shivers down his spine, making him more aroused. With each skilled move of his tongue, Matthew brought the King closer to pure bliss.

But the King was like, 'I should maintain my composure… Nery was nearby..' He was all desperate, trying to act like everything was cool. He attempted to keep writing, but the words on the paper just got all messy, making it impossible to read.

Matthew, feeling the King's struggle inside, put in even more effort with a newfound resolve. He became more intentional with the movements of his tongue, tightening his lips around the King's throbbing cock. His main focus was to pleasure the King, aiming to momentarily relieve the weight of responsibility that weighed heavily on his King's shoulders.

The King's hand was shaking as he tried to control the quill, losing focus even more as he got more turned on. Sweat was making his forehead damp and his breaths were getting uneven and rough. Matthew's skilled actions were pushing him closer to the edge, urging him towards a point of no return.

Finally giving in to what he wanted, The King couldn't help but let out a not-so-loud moan, completely losing his composure as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. He didn't care about pretending to be in control anymore, fully embracing the intense pleasure that Matthew had expertly brought him. His hips moved without restraint, desperately seeking more contact with Matthew's mouth.

While The King tortured, the room was filled with a chorus of moans and gasps, the beautiful harmony of their intimate bond. Matthew savored every moment, relishing in The King's pleasure as he continued to give affectionate attention and lick with a deep love and longing for the king.

After the King's climax, he leaned back in his chair, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. The messed-up pages and ruined script on his desk were a clear reminder of how intense everything had been.

Matthew, always the obedient and enthusiastic lover, meticulously pampered the King, giving it his undivided attention with his tongue and mouth. 

Unfortunately, Nery heard his moan. 

There was a small passage to the King's study, a passage where Nery could easily find his way to provide any alcohol to the King or give him some snacks if he needed. Inside the passage, there is a small pantry where the King's favorite wines and alcohol align, and some other snacks. At the side of the pantry, there's a small area where Nery mostly spends his time, standby for the King's requests. 

In this small area, Nery sometimes spends his time on solving jumbled words, cross words, reading books or newspapers, or sleeping sometimes. 

The small passage was divided by a swing door, and so the noises that Nery could hear were all slightly muffled by the swing door. Nery misinterpreted that the King was frustrated, he quickly went into action. He picked up the King's favorite brandy and set up a clean tray and glass.

After hearing the King complain through the half-closed door, Nery wasted no time in getting to work. He was a dedicated and trustworthy butler, always ready to do whatever the King needed, even if he didn't say it out loud.

Nery smoothly walked into the little pantry, where the King kept his preferred wines and booze. He picked out the top-notch brandy, fully aware that it was the perfect remedy for the King's occasional irritations. Setting up a neat tray and a fancy glass, he carefully arranged everything to ensure it was spot on.

While Nery was working, he couldn't help but think about what had made the King seem so worried. He had personally witnessed how overwhelming the King's responsibilities were, and he always tried to predict what the King needed to make things easier. 

As Nery walked up to The King's study, holding a tray, he couldn't help but hear some weird sounds coming from inside. He could make out some intense gasps and quiet moans that totally caught him off guard. Feeling curious, Nery stopped for a second, wondering if he should step in or just ignore it.

But Nery didn't want to invade the King's privacy, so he decided not to look into it any further. He reassured himself that he was just overthinking things and that any sounds he heard were probably just his imagination. After all, the King's study was a really important place, a safe haven for his work and thinking.

Nery let out a sigh as he carefully placed the tray on a little side table, making sure the glass and brandy were just right for the King. Stepping back, he was ready to go back to his usual spot in the hallway when he heard an even louder moan of pleasure coming from the study.

Nery was kinda confused and worried. Was the King okay? Should he maybe butt in? He didn't want to invade the King's privacy, but he was the King's loyal butler and wanted to make sure the King was doing alright.

Ignoring his doubts, Nery carefully pushed open the swing door and walked into the study. He quickly glanced around, looking for any signs of trouble. To his surprise, the King seemed relaxed and focused on his work.

But as Nery walked up to the desk, he suddenly looked down and couldn't move. Right there, under the desk, out of sight, was Matthew, giving The King some intense attention. Nery was completely taken aback, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Time froze for a sec as The King and Nery locked eyes, like they totally got each other. Nery went from shocked to totally confused, kinda amused, and even a little curious.

Nery didn't say anything but quickly switched back to his professional mode, a slight smile on his face. Acting like he hadn't seen the intimate moment happening right next to him, he grabbed the tray and confidently walked over to The King.

"Your brandy, Your Majesty," said Nery, in the professional tone often heard from kings. With a flick of his wrist, he gestured towards the glass, with a mischievous smile on his lips.

Continuing the act, Nery carefully poured the golden liquid into the glass, sneaking glances at Matthew, who was still out of sight. He couldn't help but wonder how Matthew stayed so calm and skilled under the desk, pleasing the King while Nery stood nearby, completely clueless.

Once the task was completed, Nery stepped back, a mixture of professionalism and embarrassment on his face. Even though his cheeks were already flushed, he still insisted on asking, "Is there anything else I can help you with, Your Majesty?"

The King, his face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire, met Nery's gaze. A small pants escaped his lips, and he shuddered before answering, "T-That'll be all."

After Nery disappeared, Kaiser took a deep breath, feeling both aroused and nervous. He couldn't believe how close they came to getting caught, the rush of being on the verge of discovery making his heart pound.

Matthew, still under the desk, glanced up at Kaiser with his tired eyes, still sporting his half-framed glasses, his lips still shiny from their intimate moment.

Just for a second, Kaiser thought about stopping their intense meet-up, feeling the heavy burden of responsibility hit him like a giant wave. But then, a strong feeling of desire and longing took over, making him forget about logic or sanity.

His voice, hoarse with pent-up desire, barely louder than a whisper, escaped his lips: "Come out."

Oh no, Matthew thought, Did I piss off His Majesty? Then he quietly chuckled.

Matthew did as he was asked, smoothly sliding out from under the desk. With excitement in his eyes, he crawled towards Kaiser, his long silver hair flowing down to his shoulder. Every motion he made had a graceful and sensual quality that made Kaiser feel a deep longing.

As soon as Matthew was close enough, Kaiser just pulled him onto his lap, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Kaiser casually took off his gloves and chucked them to the edge of the table.

Matthew's hands eagerly explored Kaiser's body, igniting a fiery sensation with every touch. The gentle caress of his fingertips on Kaiser's skin sparked electric sensations, intensifying the longing inside him.

Kaiser couldn't resist his intense longing as he ran his hands over Matthew's silky skin, his touch simultaneously possessive and gentle. He savored the velvety sensation beneath his fingertips, tracing every delicate contour with delight.

As they held their breaths, filled with sensuality, Kaiser's focus shifted downwards. His hands moved down Matthew's back, skillfully unfastening the restraints that held him. The clothing slowly slipped off, unveiling Matthew's stunning and vulnerable nakedness.

As their passions soared higher, Matthew hopped on Kaiser's, bodies fitting just right. With a mix of excitement and nerves, his heart raced as he admired Kaiser's throbbing shaft, the exact thing he longed for.

Matthew slowly lowered himself onto Kaiser's shaft, letting out a soft moan as he adjusted to his size. He gripped onto Kaiser's shoulders for stability, locking eyes with him as their intense desire shone through.

Matthew's body moved with expertise, riding the waves of pleasure and intense emotions. Each thrust showed how dedicated and eager he was to satisfy Kaiser, a true reflection of his obedience and devotion.

Kaiser held onto Matthew's hips tighter, his nails digging into his soft skin as they picked up speed, their desire intensifying. The room echoed with a chorus of gasps and passionate sounds as they moved in sync, each movement bringing them closer to the point of climax.

Matthew's body shook with the intensity of their connection, eagerly responding to every touch and every gentle caress from Kaiser. The overwhelming feeling of being completely desired and consumed by Kaiser's passion brought him immense pleasure, intensifying with each passing second.

They were sweating as their bodies came together in a passionate, intense dance. Matthew's walls tightened around Kaiser, causing a mix of pleasure and pain. But they lost themselves in a state of pure bliss, craving release and chasing after that ultimate peak of pleasure.

Kaiser couldn't hold it together as he felt the familiar energy building up inside him, his senses getting overwhelmed by the intense power of their connection. He got lost in the moment, completely absorbed by the amazing feelings of Matthew's tightness and warmth around him, their bodies moving perfectly together.

They both reached their peak of desire, and as Kaiser let go, Matthew was overcome with pleasure. They held onto each other, breathing heavily and shaking, feeling the lingering effects of their intense pleasure.

As the aftermath passed by, none of them spoke, probably because of embarrassment, or just, the King was upset and mad about how Matthew did. Did Matthew literally shoved his dignity up to his ass? Even Kaiser himself couldn't believe that he lost himself to Matthew's antics.

After a brief moment of silence, the King stood up and turned to Matthew, his expression stoic, "What was that for?" he whispered, his voice above whispering, "Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me?"

Matthew stood up slowly, thinking he might've pushed his dear King's buttons too much, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry about that," then he grabbed the King's gloves, handing it over to him, "But I'm sure Nery wouldn't spread what he had saw, I mean, did you even looked at his expression? That kid is keeping up his facade." he chuckled afterwards.

Being so many years with the King since he grew up, Matthew knew how to handle this kind of situation.

The King hesitated for a moment, his eyes on the gloves in Matthew's hand. He realized that Matthew's words were true, and he knew that Nery was a loyal servant who would never betray him. With a slow nod, he took the gloves from Matthew and put them back on.

"Still," The King muttered, the crimson color to the tips of his ears hadn't faded a bit, "You're already 32, don't keep playing around just like that."

Matthew nodded, his face neutral. He knew that the King was right, and that his actions were not entirely appropriate. But he also knew that he couldn't help himself sometimes. He had always been a mischievous character, and he found amusement in causing chaos and disorder.

"I understand, Your Majesty," Matthew said, his voice low, "I will try to be more mindful in the future. But I must admit, I do enjoy a good prank or two." He laughed softly, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

The King sighed, shaking his head, "Just don't let it happen again," he said. "I don't want anyone finding out. It would be too embarrassing."

Matthew nods, "Understood, Your Majesty."