King Jervis lounged in his private chambers, short and blonde with piercing blue eyes scanning the flickering torchlight. At barely five feet tall, he ruled with iron wit, but tonight tension coiled in his gut like a predator. Jonathan, his tall skinny advisor with graying auburn hair, slipped inside unannounced. "Your Majesty, plotting another conquest or just bored of your throne?" Jonathan quipped, voice low and teasing. Jervis smirked, blue eyes narrowing. "If you're here to advise, make it useful—I'm feeling rather exposed tonight."
The air thickened as Jonathan approached, his height looming over the king. "Exposed? That sounds like an invitation, not a complaint. Careful, sire, or I'll think you're horny for more than flattery." Jervis chuckled sharply. "Flattery bores me, Jonathan. Show me something that makes me wet with anticipation." Their banter crackled, each word stripping away pretense until Jonathan's hands found the king's ass, pulling him close.
"On the bed, then," Jonathan murmured, guiding Jervis down. The king panted as Jonathan knelt, tongue exploring with wicked precision, eating his ass in slow, deliberate strokes. Jervis gasped, "That's it—deeper, you tall bastard. Make me dripping before you stop." Jonathan laughed against him, the vibration sending shivers through. "Bossy little king. Your ass tastes like power—let's see if your cock agrees."
Jonathan shifted, taking Jervis's hard cock into his mouth for a slick blowjob, sucking with expert hunger while fingers teased the wet ass. Jervis groaned, sweating under the assault, his body arching. "Fuck, Jonathan—don't you dare hold back now." The advisor rose, his own cock rigid, pressing forward to claim the king's ass in one thrust, both men panting as they moved.
Sweat slicked their skin as the rhythm built, Jervis riding with fierce control despite his size. "Harder—make me come like the ruler I am," he demanded, witty even mid-thrust. Jonathan obliged, pounding until Jervis came with a shout, cum spilling hot between them. Jonathan followed, groaning as he filled the king, bodies collapsing in dripping satisfaction.
Jervis caught his breath, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not bad for round one, advisor—but next time, bring reinforcements." Jonathan grinned, already planning. "As you command, my king. The realm awaits our next... alliance."
Yet as Jonathan's fingers lingered on the king's ass, a shadow at the door hinted at interruptions far more thrilling than any throne room decree.
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