The king’s henchman [virtualoo&Hideki] (Private)

July 30, 2017

Sir Ælfræd Brighton

Gender: Male

Age: 26 years

Height: 1,86m

Hair colour: black

Eye colour: grey

Sexual orientation: homosexual

Occupation: Knight

Biography: Ælfræd was born as the first son of a noble family.

He was trained to become an important man as one of the king’s life guards from his early childhood days on.

When he entered the guards he soon became the king’s right-hand man getting rather close to the ruler of the country.

The king considered them to be friends and was sure to know everything about the other, even though Ælfræd knew that in the end of the day he still was his henchman not allowed to displease the king or ignore one of the ruler’s orders.

Disobeying him might lead to the king’s right-hand man losing his head.

But Ælfræd didn’t mind, in fact he saw it as his duty and an honor to serve his kings every needs and he would do everything for him. Since one of the things the king didn’t know about him was that the henchman had fallen in love with him.

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Muttering and a certain tension were going through the ranks of the audience. The background noises were loud and Ælfræd was trying to blank out the people around him. The black stallion he was sitting on started to get impatient and scarped with its hooves on the muddy ground. The knight on its back wasn’t quite that enthusiastic though, when he adjusted the way he held his lance. This was the last fight of the tournament and he was one opponent away from victory. All had gone that easily and smoothly but this round made him nervous as his opponent was no other than his long term rival. And in the past Ælfræd hadn’t managed to look that good compared to him. Every tournament in which he had faced him he had lost to him and it had made him angry and determined to beat him during the next tournament but every time he stood before him his euphoria faded away as he knew that his chances to win weren’t that high, after all his rival had won six tournaments in a row.

Ælfræd needed to win though. He needed to win so that the king could finally see him shine, to impress him. Most knights incentives were either gold, fame, wenches or all three but he didn’t want anything else than impressing his king, the man he loved but wasn’t supposed to love.

He wouldn’t fall into the mud in front of him, not another time. His grip around the lance tightened and his horse snorted aggressively with its black eyes on the opponent.

Ælfræd could just close the ventail of his helmet when the starting signal sounded. His trained horse started to run on its own and everything went on too fast for the knight to really grasp what had happened. He just realised that he was indeed still in the saddle.

He turned around and saw Sir James lying in the mud as he had the last six years and he felt a great relief and pride.

Ælfræd looked up at the highest rank and there he could see the king. The henchman looked into the rulers eyes through his ventail and he was glad that he had it still closed as he was smiling too widely.

Pleased he saw that his defeated opponent had some trouble standing up from the ground and now he could hear the cheers from the ranks and he raised his arms into the sky bathing in the applause from the audience.

Their applause alone felt great but it was even greater that the king heard it and saw it, saw that he was a man worth acclaiming, the strongest and the best of all the knights in the kingdom, better than Sir James even.

The man nearly forgot that as the victor of the tournament he was supposed to offer one of the ladies a rose, devoting his victory to her. His eyes went up to the highest rank again, he would have loved to dedicate his victory to him but that was not possible. It would have been an insult for the king and he would never embarrass him like that, he loved him too much to be that selfish.

He would give it to some woman instead, so he watched for one. The henchman decided that he didn’t want to give it to one of the noble ladies who already pressed their tits together, were looking at him seductively while winking at him. Instead he chose a random woman, one of the chamber maids from the castle. She was short, curvy, had freckles and red locks and didn’t even look at the knight at all as she was no one to expect a knight’s attention anyway.

Ælfræd gave the bloody flower to her, devoted his victory to that girl he had never spoken to and who wasn’t of the same societal class as he was in a half-ass way and she blushed a bright red, shyly accepting his gift. While it sure was a huge thing for her and she now was staring at the knight like he was from some fairy tale he was already looking back up at the king’s rank again hoping to be able to see a reaction. He knew he wouldn’t see what he wanted on his face anyway if anything at all. The ruler wouldn’t look displeased, not jealous, the only thing that was possible was that he would look surprised as to why Ælfræd would dedicate his victory to his chamber maid, maybe he was even suspecting him of laying with her now.

He turned away riding down from the showplace. When he arrived at the stables his donzel already awaited him, looking up to him as if he was a hero. The youngster wouldn’t stop blabbering and it started to annoy the knight but he decided to let him talk and just ignore him.

Ælfræd got down from the horse, giving the stallion to a stable boy when his donzel helped him out of the heavy armour.

At the time the kings right-hand man attended the feast that followed the tournament in the castle hall he had already drank quite some mead. His grey eyes wandered around in the hall, eying the guests closely searching for potential danger. He always did that. When he couldn’t be sure that there was no danger for the king, he wasn’t able to relax.

Just when he had made eye contact with the king a feminine, round, happy, pale face with shining green eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, it was the chamber maid. She expressed how honored she felt to be at the feast she had access to because Ælfræd’s gift had also been an invitation.

He couldn’t bring himself to deny her to dance with him when she, a woman, had brought up the bravery to ask him, a knight, to dance. Normally that would have been his task after all. While she smiled at him the whole time, he looked over her shoulder at the table the king sat on, a faint smile on his pale lips.

Ælfræd hoped that the chamber maid didn’t think that he was somehow interested in her or that he wanted to marry her. He would have hated to disappoint the young woman like that as she hadn’t done anything wrong to be deceived into thinking that something fortunate would happen in her life that then would never happen.

He stayed away from her after he had danced with her and sat down to the right of the king. “It’s quite a feast your majesty. Bigger than last year; do you enjoy yourself?” he asked to break the silence.

Trophies and Medals · July 31, 2017

King Arthur York

Gender: Male

Age: 29 years

Height: 1,77m

Hair colour: Blonde

Eye colour: Mulberry Purple

Sexual orientation: Questioning

Occupation: King

Biography: Arthur is the eldest of two children born to his mother and father. His younger sister is only 15 and he has always been protective of his youngest sister Annabelle growing up. Growing up, when he was not being taught the ways of the royal family, he would spend time with his sister who he felt he could be more relaxed and care free around.

When he first met Ælfræd, he considered the other as both his right man and as a friend he could confide his woes in should he be upset. It is the closest he will let his guard down around others beyond his sister.

Soon, it will be time for him to be choosing who will be his queen but he has yet to find a suitable candidate that he wants to be at his side.

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It was finally coming to the end of the tournament...There were many fights along the way but now it came down to the final one. Arthur was seated in the area designated for the royal family, his sister Anabelle in a seat beside him. He sat in his own seat, his crown adorned with various colored jewels aligning the base sitting atop his head. Arthur looked at the battle about to commence before him, Ælfræd facing off against an opponent that seemed to be the others rival in tournaments. While he loved all the fights so far, he was looking forward to see what would happen this time. Various loses and yet he still stood is ground each year..

The horses were now aligned as they started to gallop quickly toward each other, knights ready with lances pointing at each other. This is it...who would be the victor?

It came as a surprise to him when Ælfræd had bested Sir James, Arthur being quite surprised by the turn of events. The cheers for this victory erupted around him, even contributing a soft clap of his own in congratulations for tis victory. But who now would he give his rose to as victory traditions dictate?

It came as quite a surprise when Ælfræd had offered his rose to a chambermaid. You are just full of surprises aren't you today...Arthur thought to himself as he could not help but show a small look of surprise and confusion. Was he trying to be kind or did he have other intentions? Regardless, now it was time for the feast in the castle hall.

He always loved the castle hall during festival times, bustling with activity and the air filled with the smell and sights of good food and merry making. He looked up at a point the chambermaid from earlier had actually asked Ælfræd for a dance. While he did not expect him to deny her, he was surprised at how graceful they moved.

"I am enjoying myself as always Ælfræd, good food and company this year as always" Arthur looked amongst the crowd with a soft smile. "I congratulate you on your triumph this year as well, to you!" He raised a glass to his victory and took a sip out of his glass. "Before I forget, I shall give you your prize later, I would not want the gold to get lost amongst the crowd" He said with a soft chuckle.

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August 1, 2017

Ælfræd listened to the king as he answered the question. He sounded nearly diplomatic about it and the henchman hadn’t expected anything else and it wasn’t what really occupied his mind anyway. He wanted to get Arthur to talk about his victory with him, to make sure that the king had recognised it. Had seen how strong he was.

And Arthur unknowingly did him the favour making Ælfræd’s grey eyes shine for a moment. “Thank you your majesty! It’s been a long tournament but finally seeing Sir James lying in the mud had been worth it.” He answered and drank with the king who pledged a toast to Ælfræd. He emptied the mug with at a gulp and grinned into the kings face, nodding into the direction of a man who looked over to them grumpily and with fury in his brown eyes. “Sir James doesn’t seem to enjoy the feast as much as you do. I suppose that the next tournament will be even more exciting than this one since he will try everything to gain back his title and I certainly won’t be willing to give it back to him again.” His bass voice sounded quite amused.

When the king talked about the gold the knight looked at the blond in confusion for a minute until he remembered that there was a gold prize for winning the tournament.

“Oh, yes, sure. It’s not urgent.” Ælfræd noted and it really wasn’t important to him.

Of course, he would upgrade his armour with a part of it but that was it. The remaining gold he would probably let go to his parents as they would be happy to get even wealthier and they would be proud to brag about their son who had won a tournament and got plenty of gold for the victory from the king.

He poured himself another drink and just looked at Arthur for a moment. At least he would receive the gold from him, acknowledging his victory, alone. That was the best part of it. While he got lost in his thoughts and dreams someone came up to their table.

“Sir Ælfræd Brighton!” a high-pitched voice rang in his ears and he rolled his eyes. “Lady Camilla what a pleasant surprise.” Ælfræd exclaimed in an ironic tone.

“Being devoted with all your heart and head to your duty and the king’s guard my arse! You lied to your own mother just to whore around with that servant girl. You’re disgusting, a disgrace. God, I am so glad that I didn’t have to marry you back then.” She hissed and the henchman asked himself whether she intentionally told her tailor to sew her dresses unfittingly because it always looked as if her tits were about to burst out of them. “I will tell everything about you and this chamber maid to your mother and she will be more than displeased and disappointed by her sons behaviour.” Lady Camilla threatened him, grinning widely and sadistically.

Ælfræd sighed:”Sure, whatever, tell her my best regards.” His reaction angered the noble lady and she strutted away. His mother had wanted him to marry Lady Camilla a few years ago as this marriage would have ranked their family higher in the social hierarchy.

He had declined though and soothed his mother by telling her that he had no time or mind for marriage because his head and heart belonged to his duty and work in the king’s guard alone, which hadn’t been a complete lie after all. His mother had been proud of him, he hadn’t had to marry Lady Camilla and everything had been fine.

In case Camilla would tell her mother that he whored around with a chamber maid his mother would definitely be shocked and either write him hysteric letters or come to the castle to visit him in person, either way he would just tell her that he didn’t even know the maid’s name and that he had just given the rose to her because her husband had passed away or she had looked so sad, something like that.

He didn’t see any danger in Lady Camilla at that point.

Trophies and Medals · August 2, 2017

"It seems your rival is not so keen on your victory.." Arthur spoke up as he looked in the direction of Sir James who did not seem as joyous of his loss. It seemed being bested after many years had brought down his spirits but seemed to fuel an anger or jealousy. It seemed next years tournament would prove to be quite the interesting one indeed.. "I hope you hold onto this title in next years tournament Ælfræd" Arthur laughed and took another swig of his mead.

"Others might demand it right away, you are a good man Ælfræd" Arthur spoke kindly regarding what he felt was a good judge of his character. Some might not be so patient or seem agitated that they would need to wait for their reward. "Just stop by my quarters after the festivities die down and I will give it to you then" He nodded before he set the mead back onto the table, looking upon the dancing crowd once more. He wanted to enjoy the festivities before needing to worry about other matters coe tomorrow once more.

It seemed all would not go without incident, The Lady Camilla could be heard by him despite all the chatter surrounding them. She did not seem too pleased with Ælfræd, starting to speak with him in such crude language before even beginning to speak about her woes. She always seemed one to be hot-tempered...If memory served him correct, were they not to be wed at one point some years back? It has been some time since he has heard of anything else regarding that matter.

As Lady Camilla continued to speak, Arthur understood what her grievance was against Ælfræd. It was in regards to the chambermaid that he had offered a rose to after his victory earlier in the day. What was going on regarding that? Curiosity might get to him but that might be a question suited for another time and place. He watched as Lady Camilla stormed off after a threat to report the matter to his family.

"It seems Sir Ælfræd is having some trouble with women..?" Arthur said with a small chuckle. "I just find the matter so trivial and yet so funny. One rose in a chamber womans hands and you get a dance and an angry woman who.." He whispered to be courteous and form his opinion "looks like she has one too many pins in her corset and it went to her head" Arthur chuckled a bit louder before downing another cup of mead and eating a bit of the food offered before him.

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August 3, 2017

Ælfræd’s heart beat faster when Arthur told him that he hoped he would win next year’s tournament as well. It didn’t sound like that big of a deal but to the knight it felt like it was. After all Sir James was a knight of the king’s guard himself and it was unusual for the king to express a preference and be partial.

“I will defend the title, I won’t disappoint you!” he announced and his hand flashed forward a little to take Arthur’s but Ælfræd realised what he was doing there soon enough, so he quickly changed the direction and grabbed his mug instead, just holding it in his hand for a second before he drank.

Being praised for being a good man by the king felt great and the thought that he would be going to the king’s quarters at night was the main reason why even Camilla’s appearance couldn’t cloud his mood.

Yes, he had been in the king’s quarters before at night, most of the times accompanied by at least another guardsman and every time it had been because something had gone wrong or they suspected danger. This time would be at least somewhat different.

When the king spoke about Ælfræd’s trouble with women in an amused way he sighed and let a laugh escape his mouth. “Ironic, as I try to avoid getting into any business with women to evade that sort of trouble. Apparently I am not that successful.” He commented before he took yet another drink. Arthur leaned over to him while he was drinking, whispering into his ear, joking about Lady Camilla and Ælfræd had his trouble to not start bursting out into laughter and spitting the whole mead he had in his mouth all over the place.

After a while the knight couldn’t even tell how much mead he had had and he found himself in an arm wrestling match against Sir Edward, an old knight who was too old for tournaments and fights and who was merely a counsellor these days. But Sir Edward, who was even more drunk than Ælfræd, had claimed that all those youngsters were good for nothings and that he in his old age could defeat them all easily. Hence the arm wrestling match that the old geezer lost and then demanded a rematch, when he fell asleep.

Later that night the henchman mocked their priest for his robe and asked him inappropriate questions about his celibacy, it wasn’t the first time the priest had been mocked by drunken knights though so he was rather quick-witted and didn’t take it seriously.

When he found himself in the castle courtyard talking to the butcher about which animal had the best meat, he wasn’t even sure how he had gotten there and then remembered that he had to take a piss, decided to do his business outside to catch some fresh air and then saw his donzel doing it with the chamber maid near the stables. He had remarked to definitely tease him with that and ran into some children who appeared to be his fans now. After that he somehow must have engaged in the conversation with the butcher.

By the time he returned to the castle hall it was almost empty. The only people still there were some couples dancing, the sleeping Sir Edward and other drunks who couldn’t walk a straight line anymore.

Ælfræd remembered that he was supposed to stop by the king’s quarters for the prize when he had realised that the king also wasn’t there anymore.

Feeling light-headed from the alcohol he walked through the castle heading for the king’s quarters. His cheeks were a little red but he still walked straight and was also able to unerringly find Arthur's quarters.

He knocked at the rulers door, heavier and louder than he had intended to and impatiently stepped from one leg onto the other.

Trophies and Medals · August 3, 2017

"Mind my favoritism of course but it has been a long time coming and I do consider you someone close to me so I cannot help but cheer your victory!" Arthur added, seeing Ælfræd going for what seemed to be his mug and grabbing his own. Surely he will regret how much he was drinking later but it was a good reason to celebrate. Normally he would not down this much in such a short amount of time but it was a tournament. Good of a reason to celebrate in itself was it not?

Arthur heard him speak of his woman troubles and added "And yet you can make them all mad regardless" laughing after he talked about Lady Camilla. "I should be fortunate that I have not had as bad of luck with women I have met" He said in a joking manner before finishing off his current mug of mead. He set it down for now, knowing he was already getting light headed and probably going to be drunk come later this evening. Tomorrow morning would be a headache in many more ways than one.

Arthur watched some of the knights start to get into a wresting match, watching curiously for a brief few minutes of time. He did not want to stay around the festivities for too much longer, before the full effects of the alcohol kicked in. He would need to rest and make sure the after effects of mead tomorrow would be the least amount of trouble possible. He excused himself and managed to make it back to his quarters in one piece before he was left alone. He giggled to himself, leaning against the wall as he tried to keep himself upright.

He was not sure how much time had passed before he heard a terribly loud knocking on his door. "So loooooud" He slurred with a laugh, managing his way to his door before opening it. "Sir Ælfræd..!" He said with a laugh. "No wonder who was making that loud racket..." He laughed a bit more, face flushed from drinking too much mead. "Step in step in, this might take me a second, I didn't put it in a bag yet.." Arthur stepped away from the door frame and straightened out his white shirt and fancy pants, not quite dressed to go to bed.

He went toward a big desk beside his bed lit by a small yellow candle, looking at a small pile of golden coins and a small silk pouch with a monogramed 'A' on it. Arthur slid it all into the bag, trying to tie the ribbon into a bow but clumsy hands were not making this an easy feat. "Good enough" He chuckled, making a half attempt at tying the bag or at least keeping it shut so it would not spill out.

Arthur turned back toward Ælfræd, gold pouch in hand. "To your victory Ælfræd" He said with a small nod and a wide smile, somehow able to place it in the others hand. Arthur pat the pouch with the other free hand not holding the pouch and looked up at him. "I forgot how much I put in there but never mind, it would be an extra gift if its too much" He said with a small chuckle.

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August 5, 2017

While Ælfræd was waiting for the king to open the door he remembered what had bugged him a little ever since Arthur had told him that back in the castle hall earlier that evening. The blond had expressed that he hadn’t had such bad luck with women he met and now the knight was concerned if Arthur had feelings for a specific woman or not.

The henchman wasn’t an idiot, he knew that the king would eventually marry an appropriate candidate but he couldn’t stop hating the mere thought of it. It pained him to think about how the king would hold a noble lady when Ælfræd actually wanted to hold Arthur.

He shook the thought off and blamed the alcohol when the door was opened.

He stepped in, looking into the kings interesting purple eyes. The knight didn’t know another person with that eye colour. Most people around him had green, blue, grey or hazel eyes but purple was quite unique. The younger man thought that the ruler’s eyes had something warm and calming about them and he liked that. “No problem, I have all the time in the world.” He said, patiently hoping that it would rather take longer than shorter.

While the older male was about to get the gold, Ælfræd watched him closely. Normally he would try to only look him into the eyes and the face but now in his drunk head the knights grey eyes were wandering all over the monarchs body from the head to the toes. Something told him that he shouldn’t have come into his quarters drunk as he was. He should have waited until the next morning when he would be sober again.

Now he was in that situation though and it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy being alone with the king it was that he feared that he might do something immensely stupid as he started to question his judgement for that night.

Receiving the gold pouch got him out of his thoughts again and he smiled, when Arthur placed it in his hand. It made him feel indestructible again when the king congratulated him to his victory another time and he felt a strong urge to pull the shorter male into a kiss.

Fortunately he got distracted by the information that he might have received too much gold.

“I will count it tomorrow and in case you have given me too much, I’ll bring you back the difference then. It wouldn’t seem fair to me to receive a greater prize than any other knight for the same victory. I only want as much as I deserve but I appreciate your kindness your majesty.” He said in the merry tone that he spoke in whenever he had drunken too much.

The knight looked into Arthurs face for another moment, nearly drowning in his eyes, when he stepped forward, took the kings right hand and pressed his lips onto the back of the hand.

It wasn’t that unusual but normally it was the golden ring on the ruler’s hand that was kissed and it was commonly done at ceremonies or other official acts.

What Ælfræd was doing there showed too much personal affection; one could even see it on the henchman's face and in the eyes.

He let go of Arthur’s hand and straightened himself, nodding to the king saying:” Good night, your majesty, I’ll be in my quarters in case you need me. I hope you’ll sleep well.”, when he was heading to the door cursing himself for what he had just done. At least it had been the hand and not his lips, face or neck. Ælfræd felt his body temperature rising, would the king think anything of it or just shrug it off as not a big deal. Both his mind and the room were spinning a bit. How much mead had he had again?

Trophies and Medals · August 6, 2017

Arthur looked back up as he was putting the pouch in Ælfræd's hands, Ælfræd taking on how he would return with any extra money should there be any. Ælfræd...He was a good sort of man...Arthur thought to himself. He could have had to chance to just walk away with any extra money there might be and yet here he is, offering to return anything that is extra.

Normally he would expect a knights eyes to be hard, always vigilant and looking for danger. Yet...Ælfræd's eyes...They seemed so...soft. His eyes seemed warm and inviting but that may just be the alcohol swimming around in both of their systems.

Arthur looked down as Ælfræd had bent over and kissed in his hand in a rather informal way. When he would receive such kisses, they were always on his ring at formal events. But now...soft lips graced the skin on the back of his hand with one showing a certain level of admiration for someone. It was hard to focus on that aspect when all he could think about was...how soft and warm his lips were..

Ælfræd had started to walk away and this thought started to formulate in his head. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking but it definitely loosened his lips and his mind..

"Pardon a moment.." Arthur reached out and grabbed a small bundle of fabric in his fingers. "Humor a drunken rulers thoughts but for a moment.." He started to talk, stepping out from behind him and in front of him. "As you may know, I will need to be...choosing a bride sooner than later" Arthur started to speak before he continued on. "Blame it on the mead but...my curiosity had gotten the better of me" Arthur took a step closer..

"I want to know what it is like...to kiss someone other than a woman...Before I get wed" Arthur said with a drunken tilt of his head. "You will not be reprimanded for pushing me away and leaving...but I must sate this curiosity of mine...So...show me" Arthur clumsily stepped up on his tip toes and pulled the much taller man down for a kiss.

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August 8, 2017

Arthur’s voice thunderstruck him and he got his hackles up when he came to a hold just like his king was demanding. Would he scold him for kissing his hand like that? Would he be displeased with his inappropriate behaviour? He was one of his guardsmen after all, a knight; he should know better how to behave in front of the king. No scolding followed though, just a reminder of something that Ælfræd would have loved to forget.

His hand formed a fist and his insides started boiling a little at that thought. Hearing Arthur say that he will eventually get wed was worse than just him thinking about it. The knight dropped his head a little, staring at the ground, his long black hair falling into his face. “Yes, I certainly am aware your majesty.” He tried to sound neutral but failed completely. It was a growling that showed clearly how much he disapproved of the idea of the king marrying his Queen.

The blond didn’t stop at that and when he talked about being curios about something Ælfræd finally turned around and realised that Arthur had made a step towards him.

He expected the king to ask him about the kiss but he didn’t expect what the other actually said. He wanted to be kissed by him to know how it feels to kiss another man? It confused Ælfræd for a second and at first he thought the other was making a joke. When it became clear that he really meant it the knight’s heart started to race too fast.

This was bad. Being the subject to satisfy Arthur’s curiosity wasn’t good. It would have been different if he hadn’t had those feelings for the king but he had and he would sure get hurt, he knew it. But he also knew that he wouldn’t push him away. Even though he needed to make himself clear that if it wasn’t him in the room but any other male, Arthur would probably experiment with that random guy now or wouldn’t he?

The black haired knight couldn’t think it through because he was already pulled down by the shorter man. His grey eyes stared into the eyes of his king. Their faces were already close. It felt like there was some fire burning between their lips. He could feel the blond’s breath and as he had known he couldn’t resist and he didn’t care whether he would get hurt in the end or not.

Ælfræd dropped the pouch full of gold on the floor, grabbed Arthurs arse with his left hand and pressed the shorter body onto his own while his right hand placed itself on the king’s cheek. He closed his eyes, locked lips with Arthur and drew the other male into a passionate kiss.

His tongue demanded entrance into the others mouth where it invited the kings tongue to a heated dance.

He felt his blood rushing through his body like it needed to arrive at an important appointment. Finally he was that close to Arthur, smelling his scent he loved so much, tasting his lips, dominating the older ones tongue with his own without any space between their bodies left.

Eventually he had to take some breath again. He cursed that they needed oxygen to survive but he unlocked the kiss, staring into the rulers face, not letting go of his body. He then kissed and sucked on the others neck leaving the king with what would turn out to be a love bite. When he realised what he was doing he stopped himself.

“Now you know how it feels like to kiss a man. If that was everything you wanted to experience you should order me to leave immediately and push me away or else I won’t be able to control myself anymore and leave it at just that."

Trophies and Medals · August 9, 2017

Arthurs eyes widened when he suddenly felt Ælfræd's hand squeeze his arse and dominating lips take over his own. He was surprised at how soft and demanding they were, taking his lips into a strong passionate kiss. He didn't know what to do with himself for a second, standing there in awe as he was trying to process all of these feeling and fleeting thoughts going through his body. He wasn't expecting a kiss with a man to feel so...intense like this. It made him feel flustered and made him feel like his heart was in his throat.

The kiss only got deeper from there, giving into the kiss and going along with his gut, returning the passionate kiss. The others tongue made its way into his mouth, not objecting to it as his tongue wrestled with the others. It felt like all the heat in his body was rising to his head and he would float away, using one hand to wrap around the other and grab a fistful of fabric to keep himself standing. It felt like the heat was rising with their bodies now pressed so close together, leaving little to no room between the two of them.

Arthur took deep breaths when their lips finally parted, wondering where the other was going when Ælfræd's lips moved to his neck. He soon found out when he began to suck on the skin of his neck. His hand gripped the fabric behind him harder, finding this hot feeling he was getting quite...pleasurable.

Before he knew it, it was over as he looked at the other from the corner of his neck, neck still slightly tilted. Ælfræd was talking about how if that was it he should send him off or...he would not be able to control himself. "Leave it...at that?" Arthur questioned, looking at him curiously. There was just something about Ælfræd that just...He could not quite place it. Made him...he wasn't even sure but whatever Ælfræd did was very nice.

Arthur wasn't quite sure what to do...He just felt so light headed...from the mead perhaps? But words seemed to fail him in the moment. Arthur had to stand on his tip toes slightly to reach the others neck before playfully nipping and sucking at the others neck. "Does that answer your question....Ælfræd?" Arthur spoke the others name quietly, just saying the others name so carefully and yet it seemed so much more full of meaning than any other time he said it. "Ælfræd..." He said in a quiet breath before pulling the other into a passionate kiss like the other just gave him moments ago, his own hand now being the one to grab the others arse first.

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August 11, 2017

The king repeated his words questioning but he didn’t answer. Ælfræd’s eyes looked at the other man, he didn’t want to stop and he didn’t want to be sent away but he couldn’t just go on without Arthur knowing what would happen if he let him do as he liked. The seconds of silence felt like hours to him and he had to keep up the discipline to not just pull the other in for a second kiss again.

Finally Arthur showed a reaction but he didn’t speak. The shorter blond man stood on his tip toes and started to nibble at the knight’s strong neck. It surprised him and made him happy at the same time because this was the answer that he had wanted. He enjoyed Arthur sucking on his neck but it didn’t last long as the other was now talking.

The way the king was saying his name made shivers run down his spine but in a good and exciting way. He had always wanted the older man to say his name this way. Like he was the world, was the only thing that existed in Arthur's universe. He wanted him to not only say his name this seductively, he also wanted him to scream and moan it in pleasure and lust. The mere thought was arousing.

“It clearly states your wish your majesty!” the taller man answered and already got pulled down and was now kissed by the king. He smirked when he felt the older one grabbing his arse like he had grabbed his before and then let his tongue fight Arthurs to take over the kiss again.

Ælfræd pushed into the direction of the bed and pinned the blond down on it. His right knee and leg rubbing against the monarch’s crotch, while his hands were busy unbuttoning the white shirt and his lips occupied

with Arthurs. When he had rid the older male off the shirt his lips went on a journey, leaving the mouth of the king behind, travelling over his neck to his handsome pale torso. The henchman showered the blond with kisses and traced the lines of his muscles with his tongue, until he reached the trousers that were blocking his path.

The knight’s strong hands pulled the trousers down, only leaving the underwear. He let his teeth and his mouth play with the fabric a little before he ripped the underwear off as well. The grey eyes of the younger man wandered over Arthur’s dick as if he had just opened a treasure chest full of gold.

With a somewhat horny grin he looked into the king’s face before he started to lick and suck on the others balls.

From there on he kissed and licked the shaft until he reached the tip. The black haired man shoved his tongue under Arthur’s foreskin, letting it circle around the glans. After a while he put the whole thing is his mouth sucking on it while watching the king’s facial expression the whole time. He wanted to see him and feel his body react.

Trophies and Medals · August 14, 2017

Arthur found himself being pushed back toward his bed, the kiss distracting him as he was soon pinned to his bed. Ælfræd's hands moved off his body and he could feel the fabric of his shirt loosening from fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was surprised at how quick his shirt seemed to be unbuttoned and discarded beside the bed, finally opening his eyes when he felt the others lips leave his own.

Is this what he meant...? By not being able to stop himself?

Arthur found the others lips were occupied on places of his body other than his lips, Ælfræd's tongue tracing the skin and muscles in his body. It was just his tongue and yet the sensation of a warm tongue going over his body sent a small shiver up his spine. But just as it seemed he would stop, the tongue only went lower and lower, seeming to stop at his pants.

Just what was Ælfræd up to...?

It seemed that his question would be answered now as Ælfræd seemed to pull his trousers off like pulling a tablecloth out from underneath silverware with ease. And he was using his...teeth? Why was something like that so...He wasn't sure how to feel about that and yet he didn't want the other to stop. He didn't have much time to think on it as his underwear was pulled off as easily as his trousers were. The look in Ælfræd's eyes...That alone sent shivers down his spine as he seemed to be planning something terrible. What was his intention to do to him now?

Arthur also soon found out the answer to his latest inquiry as his tongue played with his shaft, a unsightly moan escaping his lips. His hand clasped over his mouth in embarrassment, looking away and hoping the other didn't know although he knew full well the other did with how loud it was. It was when Ælfræd decided to take it all in his mouth did it drive him more mad, both hands now being occupied with the sheets on his bed, gripping at them tightly. This warm, blood rushing feeling was filling his body and he was quickly getting hard in the others mouth. There was no way to hide his face from this feeling, trying his best to clamp his lips tightly shut to prevent another noise coming out despite quiet moans being audible behind the clasped lips.

In a brief moment, forgetting to breathe for a short time, he loosened his lips to take a breath and ended up moaning "Ælfræd..." in a sexual lusting tone.

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August 16, 2017

Arthur’s moans and shyness was a huge turn on for Ælfræd who felt the other male’s body reacting to his actions. The king’s dick got hard inside of his mouth and the knight decided to let his hand accompany his mouth and his tongue. He felt the hot pulsating veinyness of the others cock in his mouth, tasting his precum while intensifying his doings.

Hearing the older man exclaiming his name that way was even greater than he had imagined and he had imagined it quite a lot. He wanted to make Arthur never forget this, he wanted this to become a pleasurable memory that would stay even though this probably wouldn’t happen ever again. Arthur wouldn’t suddenly confess that he felt the same for him, he knew that the king was simply curious and doing that as an experiment.

However he would satisfy him in a way a woman never could, give him what a woman wasn't able to. He wanted that if Arthur was married to a woman one day that he would realise this, realise that a woman could never love him like he did and he wanted him to long for him then regretting to have ever favoured some wench over him.

Leaving the distracting thoughts behind his mouth let go of the others penis, while his left hand stayed where it was and continued teasing his beloved man's cock. His attention moved to the older ones arse. He kissed his thighs before he licked and then spat on the others hole. The knight drowned his own index and middle fingers in his salvia before he touched the others entrance and shoved his finger in rather carefully.

He felt Arthur’s arse clenching on his index finger and he badly wanted that to not be his finger but his dick inside of his king but he understood that Arthur had never done that before and he couldn’t just run wild on him. He wanted it to feel good for him and to not hurt him. So he let the older man’s virgin arse adjust and get used to his finger, then he entered the other finger afterwards, moving them and spreading the others entrance. The younger man did that until he could feel how the others body relaxed some more.

Trophies and Medals · November 16, 2017

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Arthur breathed heavily as he could feel the other add his hand with the movement of his mouth. The warm sensation of Ælfræd's mouth on him plus the stroking of a soft hand did not help his current predicament. How could something that seemed so simple feel so...good?

Arthur was embarrassed at making such unsightly sounds of moaning and pleasure, covering his mouth in a bashful manner. Surely Ælfræd would only see his king as a soft drunk who made such unsightly noises at the simplest touch?

However, he would not have the time to ponder these thoughts as he looked between his thighs, seeing Ælfræds lips kiss his thighs. It soon followed with the other..spitting on him? It became clear why when the others fingers entered inside of him.

"Ah..!" He let out a sound of pleasant surprise, a hand shooting up to cover his eyes. Fingers...were in a place they should not be. So....why? Why did it feel like this was not a sensation that was meant to be unpleasant. "You must think I'm...ah...foolish" He managered to stammer out while his body was getting used to the pleasing sensation and a mind drunk it seemed on things other than alcohol.

November 19, 2017

Ælfræd stopped his doings and took the king’s dick out of his mouth to look up to him. “Don’t cover your mouth! I want to hear your cute voice.” He told him a wide smirk on his face. It amused him a little that Arthur seemed to fight against the pleasure taking over and was somewhat insecure about letting himself enjoy it but it was rather obvious what was winning.

The knight examined the blond man’s face closely while he was fingering his hole and he saw him covering his eyes. Was he embarrassed? Embarrassed because of what Ælfræd did or embarrassed because he liked it or both? He didn’t really know but the moans that escaped the older man and how his body was reacting was enough of an answer for him.

His fingers hit the other’s prostate and the black haired knight was smiling thinking about how much pleasure he would make Arthur drown in and how he would make him orgasm by hitting that little spot with his own hard cock over and over again.

It surprised him when he heard the king’s voice talking again and he didn’t understand where that was coming from. Ælfræd pulled his fingers out and leaned over to the blond man he adored that much. He took away the man’s hand with his which he was covering his eyes so that he could look into the purple eyes of the older man which he had always found fascinating.

“I don’t think that you are a fool. Why would anyone ever think that?” he asked and shook his head a little. “I think that you are a great and intelligent ruler, I think that you are a strong person, I think that you are handsome and desirable and I am proud to be one of your knights, proud to serve you. And there is more but I would never think negative about you.” He assured him and kissed his lips again.

When their lips parted he undressed himself because he was still completely dressed. He threw off his shirt and then he rid himself off of his trousers and his underwear. Ælfræd had a toned body steeled through battle and there were thick scars on his chest, arms and thighs. Even though he wasn’t that old yet he had been in many battles.

His cock stood hard and he wanted to put it in already, getting a little impatient. “Are you ready for me to be inside you?” he asked because it was his king after all and if he overwhelmed him he would probably hold that against him even though he had warned him that he was about to go all the way if Arthur didn’t tell him to leave and wouldn’t push him away.

Trophies and Medals · March 17, 2019

Arthur felt embarrassed that the other had told him to not cover his mouth, wanting to hear his voice. He slowly moved his hand, trying to keep himself from covering his mouth again. His eyes were still covered an looking away as he was embarrassed to be seen in that vulnerable position, to have Alfraed see him in such a state.

He was not expecting the sudden sensation of having his prostate hit, back arching slightly off the bed as he gripped the sheets on his bed underneath him. How..did that feel so good..? Why did it feel so good? It could made him body curl into itself..It really was an amazing feeling.

The hand that covered his eyes was soon move after he had called himself foolish. Sure, many will sing him praises of being a strong, intellectual ruler..but it seemed to mean more coming from Alfraed. He seemed to be so sincere in his words, Arthur thought as the other took his lips into his own again.

Arthur could not help but admire the others body, looking it over as the other had undressed himself. "You look dashing.." He said quietly, reaching out to touch the others exposed chest, his fingers tracing the lines over the others chest. Every scar told a story of how hard he had fought for the kingdom, how hard he had fought for the royal family, for him. They suit him in a odd way..though he could not place why.

Arthur was not sure what to expect in this moment, Alfraed looming over him and his..um..knight was at full attention. "Yes Alfraed.." He said quietly, waiting for the other to be inside of him.

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March 18, 2019

?lfr?d was incredibly heated up; his blood was boiling, his hard cock throbbing and his head buzzing from the alcohol. Everything within him screamed for Arthur, screamed for the man he had desired for so long and right now his lust was running rampage and his king finally touching his naked body, touching him back didn’t do anything to calm him down, quite the contrary. His grey eyes followed the nobles hand on his strong chest, he felt the fingers brushing over his skin, his scars and every touch felt like the man was electrifying him further, turning him on more. The knight wanted the blond male to touch him more, to touch him unrestrained, touch him at different places, to feel those hands all over his body too, he wanted the man to lust over him as he was lusting over Arthur and he was lusting over him so bad that it felt like torture to hold back and he couldn’t anymore really.

When he heard the ruler complement his looks as those hands roamed over his rough skin ?lfr?d jumped him, pressing him down, his lips dragging the other’s into a wild, messy kiss, his tongue clashing with Arthur’s like two fucking or fighting snakes, saliva exchanging in the process, catching the other in the fire of his lust, while the black haired knight rubbed his erect, pulsating manhood against the king’s, grinding against him, feeling the other man’s hot veiny hardness against his own, the friction causing pleasure to rush through his body, leaving him yearning for more, badly.

And after he had expressed so, had asked Arthur whether he was ready for this, ready for him, he got a ‘yes’, a quiet, slightly shy but still endearing ‘yes’ combined with his name and once more he realised how he loved to hear this man say his name. “Your Highness!” ?lfr?d’s husky, horny voice sounded, his eyes darting into the other’s before he sat up, his calloused hand closing around his own hard rod, giving it a few pumps, distributing the glistering pre-cum all over his dick only to spit into his hand and coat it into his saliva in addition, wishing they’d have some oil at hand right now to make it go more smoothly than with spit only.

A sharp gasp was coming from him when he rubbed his thick cock between the other’s arse-cheeks and over the delicate, rosy hole, before he started to prod it with the tip of his dick. ?lfr?d was being careful and was slowly entering, his manhood spreading the other open wider than his fingers had before. Being buried inside the man’s anus, having his cock grabbed by the hot tightness of the man’s insides was feeling amazing and sparks of pleasure were building up again as he grabbed the kings legs, threw them over his shoulders, lifted his sexy little arse up from the bed, sinking deeper into him and started to thrust. He was going easy and slow first, his cock merely brushing against the other’s prostate while his hand reached out and simultaneously stroked Arthur’s delicious cock, wanting to give him the time to adjust, wanting to make him feel amazing, as though he was levitating, looking directly into his eyes, examining his face to see how the other man was doing, how what he did felt for him.

The sparks of pleasure were almost teasing to him, he wanted more, more intense pleasure and although he tried to not turn the switch and go from zero to one hundred he gradually increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts and the more and the more intense he was stimulating the other’s prostate the tighter his dick was choked by the other man’s muscle, leading the pleasure to increase and his temperature to rise and before he knew there was only Arthur and the pleasure existing on his mind, everything else seemed irrelevant to him and he was penetrating the man hard and fast by now, his long, black hair falling over his shoulders and flying around as he was hammering onto the other’s prostate mercilessly. ?lfr?d was panting, deep growls and moans escaping him from time to time as the pleasure was taking him over entirely. “Shit.” He groaned and bit his lips as soon as he realised what kind of language he had used in front of the king. With each thrust the knights head was turning more into mush, the more consumed by pleasure and lust he was, his eyes glowing animalistic as he was ravaging the man who usually sat on their throne, fucking him into the sheets. “Your majesty!” he moaned, his hands grabbing the other’s hips strongly, his face torn in heat and pleasure, sweat had formed on his skin, making it glister in the dim light of the room, breathing labouredly while he was pounding the man he was in love with and who was all his in that moment but never would be again if the night would end and he wished he had not drunken and was sober for that moment, he wished that night would never end, wished to remain connected to the other forever.

Trophies and Medals · March 18, 2019

Arthur was grazing his hands over the others skin, every inch of skin holding another ridge and bump. Every scar held a story...and showed just how brave and courageous the other truly was. He was caught off guard by a sudden kiss, being pinned against his bed sheets. It was a passionate wild kiss, their tongues fighting inside their mouth in a tangle of passion. His hands reached above him, tangling in the others hair. He held the others hair in a tight grip as the kiss continued further, the grip only getting tighter when he felt the other grinding on his erect manhood. It made his body feel as wild as the tongue that danced around in his mouth.

Alfraed's voice....It felt like his heart just got shot by a hunter's arrow. The way the voice carried itself sounded like it was a delicacy, he wanted to savor every second he could hear that voice come from the others mouth. Arthur was being drawn further into this spell that seemed to overtake his body...It was a burning hot sensation that was a sensation he never recalled experiencing up to this point. He craved more...He wanted more of that feeling.

Arthur started to feel the others manhood enter inside his body, hands gripping tightly into the sheets underneath him. The intrusion took a moment to get used to, the intrusion replaced by an even stronger burning sensation filling his body. His eyes slipped shut for a moment, feeling like he was about to drown. Arthurs eyes opened again when he felt the other lifting his legs above his head, one leg on each of Alfraeds shoulders. His legs wrapped tightly around the others neck when he began to move inside him. Arthur could feel the other stroking him too, letting out a small moan at both of the stimulations to his body. "Alfraed.." He said in a low moan, feeling like he was trying to keep his head above water.

Arthur felt like he was drowning more in this intense wild fire coursing through his body at the others more intense faster pace. "Afraed...!" He said in a far louder lusting tone, the pleasure so intense with every thrust into his prostate. Those animal eyes bore into his soul, not helping to calm his racing heart and his slowly falling apart mind. "Oh my Alfraed..yes...Yes!" He moaned passionately as one hand gripped tightly into the flying around hair and the other gripping tightly into the others back. His nails dug into others back, feeling like he would fly away without the anchor that was Alfraed's body. His blood felt like it would boil out of his body, feeling like he was standing out in the summer sun with how sweaty his skin felt like it was getting. It mattered not as he kept moaning the others name..

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Trophies and Medals · March 21, 2019

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His hair clung to his face with the forming sweat, his body feeling even more hot like a wild fire. But it felt like it was getting out of control, his nails digging further into the skin of the others back. The hand entangled in the others hair pulled the hair back as if it would somehow stop this amazing burning sensation in his body. But right now he felt like a volcano about to burst, crying out the others name in a loud needing voice as he finally reached his climax. Some got on the others chest while some came down and got on himself. His hands still gripped tightly to the others body, trying to catch his breath as he breathed heavily. His body felt like it was floating and then suddenly dropped, He thought to himself as he looked up at the other.

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March 21, 2019

Seeing the handsome face of his king twisted in pleasure that he caused him, hearing that hot voice moan, scream his name like he had only dared to imagine in his wildest fantasies was like petrol to the fire that burned within him. It was arousing, so hot, too hot. It incited him, made him ram his dick into the other male almost furiously without intermission. He felt Arthurs nails digging into the flesh of his scarred back and his fingers entangling in his long hair, grabbing it tight. Alfred didn’t mind. He just wanted to feel him, feel him as much as possible. The knight wouldn’t have cared if the other had clawed that deeply into his back that he had started bleeding. If this would destroy him or them so be it. If it meant that they’d vaporize and vanish then this was how it was.

Alfred was in ecstasy, in a rush of pleasure and desire, his orgasm building up more with each desperate thrust and hit to the other’s prostate, with every choke of the man’s muscle to his cock, it was a haze that seemed to let their bodies melt into one. He couldn’t tell where his body ended and Arthur’s started. In this moment he felt like he was one with his king and that was all that mattered to him. The feverish moans Arthur was letting out were incredible and it didn’t take much longer until he felt the ruler’s muscles constricting, his insides clenching around Alfred’s dick as though there was no tomorrow. It felt like the other’s tight virgin arse was devouring him, driving him insane and when the blond climaxed, his twitching cock shooting his load against his abdomen and onto his own pale skin this was what threw the black haired over the edge he had been tangling at too.

The guardsman felt how the muscles in his body were tensing, he was losing his rhythm, bucking into the other hard and irregular, growling deeply. “Your majesty….” He moaned, his cock sliding in another time. “I love you!” he growled as he was cumming hard. His thick cock flexing inside of the other, the first swell of sperm being shot inside of the monarch, the second following, filling the man’s rectum up to the brim. His grey eyes were glistering, he was panting hard, the sweat running over his muscles, his head was spinning, partially from the orgasm and partially from the alcohol. Alfred looked into this purple gaze, saw those tempting lips and kissed the man, kissed him messily and sloppily because he had no breath left.

Then he finally pulled out and with his cock some of his cum was leaking out of the hole running over the other’s skin and it was a hot, lewd sight he had never thought he’d ever see for real. Alfred allowed himself to collapse next to the monarch. His chest was rising and sinking fastly, his heart rate was still up high and his body felt heavy like a rock. Tiredness overcame him and he closed his grey eyes. “Your highness…” he said, “are you alright?” The man wanted to make sure but immediately after he had pressed those words out he had already fallen asleep where he was.

Much to Alfred’s or perhaps both of their luck the king’s chamber maids and staff had celebrated too much the other night as well and hence it was no outraged screech of a woman that woke the knight of the king’s guard up but the sun that was shining through the window of the ruler’s chamber. His head was throbbing, as if someone was hitting it with a hammer over and over again and his eyes were hurting when he tried to open them. It took him a minute until he realised that he was not in his bed. The man sat up immediately despite the head ache he had and he looked to his side seeing Arthur next to him, naked.

He ran his hand over his face in horror. What had he done? So this had not been a dream? He had slept with the king! He had infected him, stained him with his sinful lust and desire. He had ….No!….Shit! He had dared to reveal those feeling he had to him. He had had the audacity to burden the king by telling him that he loved him. What was wrong with him? How could he have drunken so much to be foolish enough to not know his place? To not let reason prevail and resist the temptation? Resist his desires and lust and feelings? There was merely left to hope that Arthur wouldn’t remember. Especially not his confession of love! God, what if he remembered? What if he remembered everything? What if he’d blame him for treason, for having tempted him and seduced him?

This was bad. This was incredibly bad. However amazing and incredible it had been. How much he had yearned for it all those bloody years he shouldn’t have! The knight was hastily but quietly getting out of the bed, collecting his clothing from the ground, dressing himself quickly. He had to leave. Before someone else was to notice that he had spend the night in the king’s quarters and before the king awoke and would see him in his quarter knowing that it had not been some stupid drunken dream but reality.

The bag with the golden coins that he had actually come to the man’s quarters for was left forgotten on the floor. He still didn’t care for the gold prize; he had merely cared for the king and the king’s recognition. That night, that night was worth more than all the gold to him and at the same time he regretted having done that to Arthur as it felt like a violation of his codex, an abuse of his position as the man’s guard. Alfred slunk off through the room and to the door and as soon as he’d have closed it behind himself he’d walk as quickly to his own quarters as he could without running and drawing suspicion onto himself.

But he didn’t get that far. He had almost laid his hand onto the door when he heard it moving and some noises from the bed and he closed his eyes, holding his breath. “Good morning your majesty.” He said in a low tone of voice, facing the door not daring to turn around to him. He obviously couldn’t ignore him if he was awake. He was his king, that would be unacceptable but at the same time he wished that the other wouldn’t answer. That he had just turned in his sleep or made noises in his sleep but he probably wasn’t that lucky.

Trophies and Medals · March 21, 2019

Arthur had barely had a chance to process what the other had said before he felt the others irregular thrusts turn into hot shots of the others cum shoot into his body. It made him squirm at the foreign hot feeling inside of him but it still...felt really good. Arthur tried to be less tense and relax his body, still on a euphoric from the swimming of alcohol and what had just happened between them. He breathed heavily as he found himself in another kiss with Alfred, returning it sloppily but with just as much vigor.

He soon found Alfred collapsing beside him in the bed, seeming to be just as tired and worn down as he felt inside. Arthur finally started to catch his breath when the other had asked if he was all right. He was more than all right..! He felt...good...All of this felt so good. "Yes I am all right Alfred..." Arthur said, turning to look at Alfred but found him to be already fast asleep. Arthur smiled softly and moved himself closer to the other man, leaning his head on the others chest. He closed his eyes as it felt like the weight of how tired and exhausted he was weighed his eyes down, slipping him into sleep.

The next morning had come, the sunlight peeking through the windows and into his chambers. Arthur groaned when he felt the light hit his face, his head pounding as the very light felt like it was making head throb. He heard a voice tell him 'Good Morning', sitting up in bed with squinted eyes as he tried to adjust to the light of the morning sun. His head felt like someone was taking a chisel to it and chipping away his brain. "Fucking hell..." He groaned as he put a hand to his temple, slowly able to open his eyes.

"Good morning.." He mumbled, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He felt...unusually cold, Arthur thought as he looked down at himself. I am....naked...? "What...?" He seemed to ask to himself, finding himself without any clothes and this...dry sticky substance on his chest. If Alfred was there...Did he make an embarrassment of himself and he had to be stripped down and put into bed? Oh the humiliation of it all! He hoped he had not done anything stupid..His dreams seemed to think otherwise. He had this wild night with...someone..He was trying to piece together the blurred images in his head.

"The gold.." Arthur looked on the floor and saw the sack of gold sitting in the middle of the floor. "Let me get it for-" He started to get out of bed rather quickly to get it but found his legs did not want to cooperate with him. Arthur managed to catch himself on the wall, propping himself up with one hand, musing on why his posterior could be so numb. He felt like he got hit by a carriage and an entire team of horses with it.

"What happened last night Alfr-.." Arthur seemed to stop himself when he looked up again toward the other. Black long hair...sweat...him being in his chambers. "We......we....." Arthur tried to piece together anything that might resemble a sentence. His dream...It was far too elaborate to be a sleeping minds thoughts...and it explained why it seemed he could hardly keep himself erect at the moment. They...had sex...They had wild sex....and he....His face turned as red as a spring rose as he came to the realization of what had occurred the night before.

"We.....had relations..." Arthur finally managed to muster up the words, still unable to believe that it actually occurred. He must be a sight..Arthur thought as he turned even redder at being at such a state in front of someone like this. "Can you...grab my clothes and..guide me to my bath...?" He asked, feeling a little trapped against the wall. If he attempted to walk any further, he might trip over himself like a drunken fool. He certainly did not want someone else to see him in a sweaty hung over mess on his chambers floor..

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March 22, 2019

A shiver ran down his spine when he the grumbled ‘Fucking hell’ sounded and he knew that the king was indeed awake and he, Alfred, was still in his chambers. It wouldn’t take long and he’d realise what had been going on. And Alfred was feeling awkward, immensely awkward. The return of his greeting by Arthur couldn’t change that fact and he still remained turned towards the door when the blond man asked, apparently speaking with himself, ‘What?’ into the room. The knight just wanted to ask his permission to leave but he was staring at the door instead feeling weird, not knowing what to think being torn between his triumphing hormones, a jumping, racing heart and the guilt and regret that streamed through him at the same time.

He obviously didn’t get his thoughts together whilst facing the door in the king’s quarter though and he got distracted and alarmed when he heard the still sleepy voice of the monarch remind him of the gold announcing that he wanted to get it for him. Alfred turned around immediately and made a few steps forward. “No! That’s not necessary. I’ll get it myself. You can stay in….” too late. Arthur was already up on wobbly legs. And it probably wasn’t only his legs and the hangover that made him feel funny. The black haired man had not been able to pull himself together despite Arthur having been a virgin. He had been going quite wild on him. And as soon as his grey eyes had laid sight on the other man now that he was awake those pictures of how that face had been twisted in pleasure and how the king had screamed and moaned his name in ecstasy came back to him and got his blood flowing again while at the same time the guilt level rose.

The monarch was tripping and had his battle keeping up his balance and he saw him clinging onto the wall and had the man not asked himself what all of this meant before he definitely was now. In fact the ruler was not merely asking himself, he was articulating it, asking Alfred what had happened last night but was cutting off his own question. It was not merely guilt, it was shame that the guardsman felt at this point. Shame for his improper behaviour and the more he could feel those purple eyes on himself and heard that voice that had left out that pleasured moans hours before stuttering the more flustered he got. Alfred’s eyes were averted to the side, his face pale as chalk and he was chewing on his thin bottom lip, unable to tell him.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one saw it, he didn’t have to though. Arthur figured it out himself and blushed like a tomato. And knowing that the king knew, not knowing what he was about to do or say now made him nervous and he wished he could just disappear. This situation was highly embarrassing. But then finally the blond said it, that they had sexual relations. “Yes your majesty.” He admitted standing to attention as he was supposed to as a knight of the king’s guard, his heart hammering, not solely because he was in love but because he was panicking too. Would he be send packing? Would he tell the priest? Would he shame him in front of the royal household and then hunt him through the city without any clothes on, having the citizens throw vegetables at him and spitting into his face? Would he burn at the stake for having tempted and cursed the king? The knight was biting his lip now. Biting on it hard enough for blood to run out of it but he couldn’t stop. He felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. Like he was choked.

The grip seemed to been blown off when the blond man finally spoke again and it was a ridiculous wish in comparison to what scenes had been playing in his mind right now. “Everything you wish your highness.” He said obediently and immediately snatched the other male’s clothing from the ground. “I’m afraid that there won’t be any warm water though your majesty. Your chamber maids haven’t yet prepared any.” He informed the man and handed him his clothing. His heart skipped a beat when his hand touched Arthurs in the process and his grey eyes looked into the man’s purple ones melancholically and ruefully at the same time while those soft, rosy lips of his were ever so tempting. “I apologise for everything your majesty.” He said quietly, it was almost merely a whisper. Then he slightly shook his throbbing head that felt as though it was about to explode. “I’ll prepare the water for the bath for you. In the meantime you shall go back to bed.” Alfred suggested and as soon as he could he had run off into the bathroom next to the king’s quarters.

He took a huge breath of relieve. At least until now he still had his head. The king had not seemed mad. Damn he was a fool. Such a fool. When he had stood next to him right now he had felt the burning urge and desire to kiss him. And the urge was much stronger, much more prevalent than before. He wanted to touch him again. Wanted to taste his dick in his mouth and suck him dry. Hear those lustful and arousing moans. Be with him. Love him. Arthur had only wanted to experience how it was to kiss a man the other had told him the night before. It had been an experiment out of curiosity. Alfred had known he had played with fire and he had known he’d burn himself but fuck did it hurt. Hurt to know this would not happen again. That it had meant shit to the king. That he had been an experiment. That he was lucky if he’d still be allowed in the king’s guard and there was no snare tightening around his neck or fire consuming his body as he screamed since he had not stopped at just satisfying the blond man’s curiosity about a kiss.

Thinking that and lightening logs to warm the water was pretty ironic and it made him laugh cynically. At least Arthur had seemed to have forgotten the whole ‘I love you’ bit. That knowledge was once more his burden alone. When the water was warm he filled it into the king’s bathtub and returned to the man’s chamber. “The bath is ready for you, your majesty.” He announced and walked over to where the king was, lending him his arm in case he needed it avoiding to look at him, avoiding to further fuel the desire he felt in his presence stronger than ever before.

Trophies and Medals · March 23, 2019

”Yes your majesty.”

So they really had done it..Arthur thought as he really had hoped that maybe he would say he was crazy. That he imagined the entire thing and that this was all a far too elaborate fantasy. But he knew that that was not true...Being told it did not happen would have been a fail out lie. He knew it happened..Alfred knew it happened..They had relations. While they were drunk, they..were together.

Arthur grew worried when the other was biting his lip so hard that it seemed to draw blood. Did he...regret what they had done? Both of them were very drunk..and it was himself that had asked Alfred to continue. The other had warned him about continuing and he still made the other keep going. He could have stopped Alfred...at any point..and he did not. The other was probably regretting his choices and judging him for letting him go so far..or any number of things.

“It’s all right..It’s a last minute request after all? Arthur commented, leaning his back against the wall. It would be far easier to keep himself upright if he did this instead. Alfred came over with his clothing, feelings his hands touch the others as he was given the clothes. Their eyes met at the touch, looking into those thunderstorm grey eyes. Those eyes felt like they were seeing into his soul, making his heart flutter as he remembered those grey eyes being filled with a lusting hunger like a wild wolf.

“It’s all right..really” Arthur said quietly, managing to get himself to bed while the other ran off to the bathroom. He sat down gingerly on his sheets, trying to process all the things that happened last night. Those eyes that devoured his body, those lips..those warm lips traveling over his body and making his heart pound. Why...Why did it feel so good? The very thoughts of those hands along his body, their kiss..that wild passionate kiss...It made his heart flutter even now. No woman has ever made him feel like that...not even close. How could Alfred..make him feel so good? And the sex...oh god the sex...Arthur blushed a bright red as he tried to get a grip on himself and his emotions.

Arthur snapped out of this train of thought when he heard Alfred say his bath was ready. “T-Thank you..” Arthur said as he wrapped his arm around the others shoulders. Those arms..Those very arms that held him tight with every hot passionate thrust..It only made Arthur start to turn red again. He looked up at Alfred, looking at the others soft lips turned in worry, the spot still specked with a bit of blood from the other biting it. “You..um..got some..Let me” Arthur turned himself around and reached up to wipe away the spot with his thumb. So soft...Arthur thought as he let his hand linger too long on the others face. Why..why did he want to kiss him even now...? Why was he feeling like this...?

Arthur leaned up and could not resist, placing a quick peck on Alfred's lips. It made his heart pound to even do such a simple gesture. “I..um...” He stuttered as his blush only seemed to grow. “You um..are free to go...I should..be o-okay now..” Arthur said in a stuttering whisper, his chest hurting from how much it felt like it was pounding in his chest. Maybe a cold bath was for the best..To help soothe his racing heart and his body that felt like it was a raging wild fire. He just...kissed Alfred unprompted just out of sheer wanting to..Why was he unable to control himself? Why was he feeling like this?

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March 26, 2019

He tried hard. Tried hard to not look at the other man. Tried hard to pretend that his heart was not about to break through his chest and that his skin wasn’t tickling and burning where he could feel the kings body as he let the man lean on him to keep him upright and get him into his bath. Pretend like he wasn’t longing for him, that not every molecule of his body desired this man, wanted this man, loved this man! Why was the lord tempting him like this? Making him feel like this only to deny him whom he wanted the most in his life? Was it a punishment? A punishment for being like he was? Or was being like he was the punishment already? Alfred had loved Arthur since he had first seen him. He had desired men ever since he had known what desire was. The black haired knight had slept with men like himself before plenty of times despite the teachings of the holy book, despite having seen men like himself burning under the reign of Arthur’s father influenced by the church. And he hadn’t felt guilty lying with those men but this was different. This was the king, he was a knight of the king’s guard and more importantly he actually loved him.

It felt like his heart was in the grip of strong black claws that were about to crush it. It was knocking every breath out of him but then he suddenly heard the monarch’s voice stammering and suddenly without a warning he felt the man’s thumb on his bleeding lower lip. His heart was beating so strongly that the grip of the dark force was blasted away and he felt heat pooling in his groin like a wildfire as grey met purple and he was looking into that gorgeous face. Shit! Holy shit! He wanted to grab him and take him. It took him all of his discipline to remain as he was and to not act upon his lust for the blond male. Arthur needed to stop. He couldn’t touch him like this. Caress him in such gentle way. That casually without a care or thought in the world! Without being aware what he was unleashing within the knight of his guard.

They had reached the bathroom and had come to a hold in front of the bathtub when Alfred was suddenly grabbed, turned around as the king leaned up and pecked a kiss onto his thin lips that was so faint that it was merely a brush but it was enough to undermine his resistance completely. He couldn’t hold onto himself any longer. Alfred grabbed the ruler by his wrist to pull him towards himself again, the other hand squeezing the other’s arse, his abandoned lips tickling and yearning to feel the other’s again, as he leaned down giving in and pressing their lips together another time. Blood was rushing through his body as if it was a race, his lips claiming the king’s. It was an aggressive and at the same time desperate kiss. And he was desperate, desperate to kiss and feel the other man again. His tongue was dancing with Alfred’s heatedly in tight embrace and he pressed the shorter body against his own, their crotches meeting and he could feel the man’s manhood against his through the fabric of the trousers, rubbing up against him.

His eyes were shining with desire and love when he was breaking that kiss and at the same time there was a sadness showing on his face and he looked down to the side like a beaten stray dog when Arthur told him that he was free to go now. He was the king and the knight should have left without a word and just obeyed what he had said but he couldn’t. He was still standing there and after a few second it took him to bring himself to it he was looking back into the ruler’s face. “No.” he said but it sounded more pleading than like a protest. “You can’t do that to me. I can’t….” the black haired stammered around but he realised that this way the other man would not understand what he even was doing to him. Arthur didn’t know. Arthur couldn’t know. He was the king and not god or a mind reader. Grey peered into purple desperate to make him understand. “I am a man who lies with other men as you do with women. I desire men. I … I desire you. I love you. I always loved and desired you. And I can’t handle this.” he confessed no idea what Arthur would decide to do with him now but it didn’t matter. The path they were going down would kill him anyway so what difference would it make? “I can’t be your experiment. I thought I could handle it but I can’t. You can’t just kiss or touch me like that, it drives me crazy, it lights a flame in me, fuels the fire. If you were just some other guy for me this would not be an issue but I feel too much for you. I know I shouldn’t. I also shouldn’t have done what I did to you last night. As a knight of the king’s guard I have violate my duty and I will take responsibility for it but …” he forced himself to take a breather as the words were shooting out of his mouth like arrows. “If you just want to satisfy your curiosity as you said last night you have to search for another man to do that with. I can’t be that guy for you.”

Trophies and Medals · March 26, 2019

Arthur was expecting to be going into the bath now, not expecting anything else to happen. But as soon as he broke from the quick peck, he found himself being pulled in again. Alfreds hands were around his waist and pulled him to his body with ease, a wandering hand grabbing his arse in a tight squeeze. There was not much time to react to it as Alfred’s lips pressed against his own in a deep kiss. Arthur couldn’t help but let his eyes slip shut, their tongues doing a passionate tango in their mouths. It made his heart race and flutter, the heat in his body feeling like it was concentrating in his face and groin. He happily returned the kiss with as much passion, wrapping his arms around the others waist. The fabric of the others clothes rubbing up against him and his manhood did not help the matter lessen..

Arthur soon told the other he was free to go after that, his face a bright red and his voice a stuttering mess. He would get in his bath and try to quell this flurry and heat of emotions inside him. Why was he feeling this way..? His train of thought was broken when the other had said no to his request to leave the room. No...? Someone telling him no was a surprise in itself, but more so because it was not like it was an unreasonable request. He just asked him to leave the room..

Alfred seemed so disturbed about something, not sure why he suddenly seemed to be breaking. Did him kissing him really cause that much distress? Arthur let the other start to speak as he seemed be be sharing what was troubling him. Alfred..laid with other men. As if that wasn’t shocking enough on its own, it’s the words that came from his mouth next that was all the more shocking. He..desires him as a man should desire a woman and...he loved him. Did he just..say that he loved him? Arthur started to think about himself as the other described his kisses and touches driving him crazy and fueling the fire. He thought about how he felt when he was thinking of Alfred. It too felt like a fire was inside of him...

Alfred mentioned as well that he could not be the others experiment due to such feelings, that he would need to find someone else if this was the case. But did he want to do this with anyone else...? He never felt like for any other, woman or man. Nothing sparked a fire and desire inside of him like Alfred has made him feel between yesterday and today. The very thought of Alfred even made him feel hot, wanting to see and touch everything. Wanting to feel those kisses against him just from looking at him. He knew he should not be feeling this way..but did he care?

“Alfred...” Arthur finally spoke up once the other had stopped speaking, taking the others cheek in his hand with a gentle touch. “I...love you too...” He spoke softly, taking the other into a deep kiss before he embarrassed himself further. He felt redder than a tomato at performing such a gesture out of nowhere between suddenly confessing feelings for his knight or the passionate kiss he, instead of Alfred, initiated. He tangled his fingers into the others long black hair and held him into the kiss. His tongue tangled with the others in his mouth, feeling like his body was on fire and his heart was following the beat of a frenzied drum.

There was a part of him that knew how good this felt despite teachings saying that it was not. Kissing like this made his blood churn like a volcano in an exotic land. But how could something so wrong..feel so right? He didn’t care as it made him feel amazing. Did he..like to lay with men as well? While yesterday was only the first time, he knew that deep down, this was true. No other woman made his heart skip a beat or his blood boil. No woman made him crave their prescence like he was feeling with Alfred right now. This all started with a drunk kings ramblings and curiosity..But is not a drunk mans ramblings a sober mans true thoughts? Did he like men all this time but needed once to realize it..? Or was it because it was Alfred? Either way, this new truth shone inside him as bright as the sun.

Arthur forgot to breathe for a moment, needing to stop to come up for air. He breathed heavily as he hoped his face was not an embarrassing shade of red, even if he knew it was. He wasn’t sure what to say to Alfred anymore, burying his face into the others chest at his loss of self restraint and control. It just..made him feel so good and he could not help it. Just looking into the stormy eyes as they said he desired him and loved him..It made him feel special. Sure, people have said they loved or liked him, but it never felt like that. “Please do something..anything..My heart is pounding like crazy right now..” Arthur mumbled into the others chest, hoping Alfred can somehow soothe the heat burning throughout his body.

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