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King Karamatsu's bedroom is as full of unnecessarily sparkly decor as his personality. The floor is covered in a blue carpet with pure gold artwork of his face embroidered several times over it. All four walls not only have tapestries of the kingdom's history, but also paintings depicting Karamatsu in regal poses that sometimes verge on the ridiculous and even the slightly erotic... framed with the priciest wood available in the entire land, and painted in glitter.
Every piece of furniture is made of clean mahogany, fancily carved and adorned with his face, coloured in light blue and shiny gold to match the overall mood. In the middle of it all, there's a queen-sized four-poster bed draped in blue velvety curtains to assure privacy if needed. Over the carpet and silky white bedsheets, red rose petals are scattered all around, and several blue candles offer enough illumination and a general soft glow feeling. Gentle scents of honey, vanilla, and cinnamon waft through the air. Jyushimatsu's arrival couldn't have been prepared more dramatically.
And then there's him... His Fucking Majesty himself, on his bed, propped on an elbow as he lies on his side. Wearing a bathrobe that makes Ichimatsu suspect he's got nothing underneath, Karamatsu gives the pair a smug smile while twirling a rose between his fingers. He has such a punchable face, and Ichimatsu can do nothing about it.
“Oh, you have arrived,” Karamatsu says, waving the rose around in a mock grandiose fashion. “I am most grateful for your aid, Ichimatsu. Please let me see my lovely spouse and how you so meticulously prepared him for our most important night.”
It takes Ichimatsu more effort than usual not to roll his eyes at Karamatsu's convoluted method of speech. He steps aside and nudges Jyushimatsu forward, observing the scene before him as if he's part of the background and no longer a main character now that he accomplished his duty. As soon as Karamatsu tells him to go, he'll bail immediately.
The twitch coming from between his legs reminds him that he's still got a boner and running the risk of either one of them noticing it, even though his robe is loose enough that nothing should stand out at first glance. Regardless of how tame the chances of getting caught are, any attention directed at Ichimatsu right now would still give him a heart attack from the anxiety. He'll play things out as they should go, hoping he'll be out of the room within the next couple of minutes.
Meanwhile, Jyushimatsu happily trots towards the bed, unashamed of his erect cock bobbing and his plump ass jiggling with every bounce of his feet. It's like his bashfulness left the room now that he's in front of his spouse and not just in the presence of his servant. He twirls around, showing the lingerie off to Karamatsu. “This thing looks weird, but it lets me move around so it's not so bad! Is this a gift, Your Majesty? Do I have to wear it every night?”
“Oh, do not worry... I do have a lot more outfits prepared for you.” Karamatsu hums, appreciative, his gaze verging on predatory as he eats Jyushimatsu with his eyes alone. Ichimatsu gulps quietly at that. “But let us focus on the present, shall we? You look absolutely stunning in the clothes I have chosen for you. My sense of style is as exemplary as ever. I may even be bold as to suggest that I make you my model for the unforeseeable future. Your physique is simply perfect for it.” He waves a finger, beckoning Jyushimatsu over. “Allow me to look closer, my precious bird.”
The king consort has no issue leaping the bed, waving his hips as he approaches Karamatsu on all fours. It's surreal how he naturally acts puppy-like, making happy sounds when his husband reaches for his head and pets it gently. Once they're close, Jyushimatsu sits up on his knees and looks down at the king, smiling wide with pink over his cheeks. Karamatsu moves his hand to touch his cheek, then lets it slide down to his neck, shoulder, and arm.
“You are the most beautiful flower in all kingdoms,” Karamatsu says in a whisper, his eyes warmly directed at Jyushimatsu only. Their vivid love is undeniable and makes Ichimatsu clench his fists in frustration because a narcissistic pervert like that man should not look like that towards someone who isn't himself. It just... isn't right.
“Haha, thank you?” Jyushimatsu replies, receptive but a bit puzzled as his fingers play with the frills of his panties.
“No need to thank me for spelling the truth,” Karamatsu drawls, and sits up so he can drift closer to Jyushimatsu and dip his face into the crook of his consort's neck. He noses into the area, eyes closed, humming delightfully, while his hands begin exploring the other man with a ghosting touch over the sides and hips, causing evident shivers. “Ah... Ichimatsu used my favourite scents, hmm? Good call. I adore having my flower smelling exactly as he is supposed to.”
Ichimatsu awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to another, unable to turn his sight away from Karamatsu's half-hidden face. Jyushimatsu's back is facing him now, shoulders hunched up slightly as Karamatsu slowly and gently kisses his way up and down his neck. Despite how out of place he feels in front of such an intimate scene, Ichimatsu is aware that the king won't like it if he leaves the room unprompted. The bastard sure loves holding his power over others, and sometimes his kind exterior is just that—an exterior he uses to keep people nice and putty in his hands.
Another bothersome throb within Ichimatsu's pants, and he struggles not to openly grimace.
“Ah... Your Majesty...” Jyushimatsu breathes the words out as if he's already out of air.
“Karamatsu,” he's told in return, a smile pressed against his skin. “Only calling me Karamatsu is fine. We are officially wedded, after all, so there is no longer a need for formalities between us when we are out of public earshot.”
“Okay, um... Karamatsu?” Jyushimatsu is slightly unsure but visibly excited. “You're tickling me! Stop that!”
Karamatsu laughs, air puffing into his consort's hair. “It is supposed to feel strange the first time. Fear not, my darling, for you will get accustomed to the feeling in due time. Now that you are in my arms...” He says so while circling Jyushimatsu around the waist and firmly pulling him close. “... I shall give you everything I was not yet able to let you experience. Every moment of ecstasy, every sound of joyful pleasure dancing from your lips, shall be procured by my hands alone.” Lips tremble slightly as he kisses Jyushimatsu's neck a few times longer before he pulls away, genuine love radiating from his deep blue eyes. “So, are you ready to receive my love in every form... forever and beyond?”
Jyushimatsu nods gleefully. “Show me the way, Your M—... Karamatsu!”
Their lips lock together as soon as Jyushimatsu finishes talking. Other kinds of sounds come off his throat as he hums pleasantly in the kiss, both his hands coming to cup Karamatsu's face as he pushes himself impossibly closer to the king and pliantly opens his mouth to accommodate the tongue that quickly darts inside. Karamatsu caresses his back and gently grabs his ass, pushing his knee between Jyushimatsu's thighs and drawing lewder moans out of him.
And during all this, Ichimatsu stands there, rigid like his excited boner... unable to think straight. Why is Karamatsu not sending him away? Even though his presence is so insignificant he's even below the decency of being noticed, isn't it a little inconsiderate to just let him watch the—languid, intimate, fucking hot—exchange without saying anything to him?
His questions blend together and become irrelevant as Karamatsu grips both Jyushimatsu's buttocks and squeezes them, pulling them apart. The slick asshole comes into view and Ichimatsu chews the inside of his cheek, hard enough that he tastes copper. He'd licked and tongue-fucked that spot not even ten minutes ago, and now Karamatsu is slipping a finger over there, circling the pucker and rousing more cute noises out of his consort. Jyushimatsu is practically shivering whole, panting and dipping his face into Karamatsu's shoulder once the kiss is broken off.
Suddenly, Karamatsu's eyes take a sharp turn towards Ichimatsu, making his blood run cold.
“Oh, right... Ichimatsu.” The king smiles, a strange air of benevolence around him. “I forgot that you are still here. My apologies. Please do not merely stand there.” He gives him a nod, indicating an expensive-looking chair situated not far from the door. “Take a seat. Make sure to relax, and do nothing else while we are having our moment.”
...
Ichimatsu raises both his eyebrows. You're kidding me, right?!
No... he just knows that Karamatsu isn't taking a piss out of him by not sending him away and instead inviting him to sit down. The intention is crystal clear to him, and he can't decide whether he's intrigued or angry at the fact that he's being practically forced by the stupid king to watch them fuck. Not only that, but that last part implies that he's not to touch himself the entire time, either. He'd been around the palace, stuck serving Karamatsu, for what is essentially half of his life, and learned to pick most of his language amongst the annoying purple prose. If there is even the tiniest chance to amuse himself at the expense of people around him, Karamatsu will take it, and Ichimatsu is now his victim.
It's not a cruel idea per se, but still, one that deprives Ichimatsu of his bodily autonomy and makes him vulnerable in the face of whatever else Karamatsu would like to dish out at him next. The possibility that the king is going to take advantage of him, physically or emotionally, is sky high... and he can't even deny the sheer excitement running through his body. This is utterly gross and stupid. He is the grossest and stupidest man for submitting himself so easily.
However, he's got no more choices to make. Karamatsu is the one entirely pulling the strings.
With a slight bow of his head, the humble servant walks the short distance and sits on the chair. It has armrests, so he assumes Karamatsu would be pleased to see him figuratively bind his hands to them, which he does with a firm grip as he tries to sink himself in the soft cushions. Sweat starts crowding over his hairline and collecting on his brow.
Satisfied, Karamatsu turns his attention back to his spouse, fingers running through his raven hair. He whispers into his ear, imperceptible to Ichimatsu, and then they kiss again. Eagerness is what Jyushimatsu is made of now, as he moans and throws his arms around Karamatsu's neck. The king, instead, hums with contentment and slowly, gently pushes his body against Jyushimatsu's, until both of them are on the bed and the former is on top of the latter, still kissing him.
With his legs snugly surrounding Karamatsu's sides, Jyushimatsu tries to thrust his hips up, seeking friction through his bare cock. Karamatsu, however, keeps him pinned down, taking one of Jyushimatsu's hands and lacing their fingers together as he swallows a whine of protest before he pulls away from the kiss and smiles down at his consort.
“One thing at a time, my dearest.” He caresses Jyushimatsu's cheek with his other hand. “I crave to explore your body first, taste your succulent flesh with my mouth and tongue before I can properly take your innocence away.”
“I can't take it anymore though...” Jyushimatsu complains. “He got me so excited earlier and now—”
“Shhh.” Karamatsu places a delicate finger on Jyushimatsu's lips. “Let me have it this once. I promise it will feel great.”
Jyushimatsu relents, conceding with a pout on his features, and Karamatsu thanks him with a brief kiss on his nose.
“You are so endearing. Thank you, Jyushimatsu. It will be worth your time.”
Ichimatsu gulps, watching as Karamatsu starts things off with a trail of kisses that traces Jyushimatsu's jawline and goes to his ear. Catching the lobe between his lips, the king sucks and nibbles, whispering hotly in between. Jyushimatsu is easily overworked by the sort of touch he was never the receiver of until now, and his face turns even redder as he squirms slightly and kicks his legs a bit, toes curling. He has a hard time holding back his sounds; as much as he seems to keep his mouth shut, he can't stop mmmmhing out loud and breathing Karamatsu's name out at times.
How loud would Ichimatsu be if he was in the same position?
He shakes his head, shutting his eyes briefly to get that stupid thought off his brain.
Unfortunately for him, Ichimatsu is stirred by Jyushimatsu moaning and reopens his eyes. The consort is holding onto Karamatsu's bathrobe for dear life, with his chest being given unabashed attention through kisses and licks targeting his nipples along with quick flicks of the king's fingers. He can't seem to lie still, and such raw energy transfers easily to Ichimatsu as it gives his cock the further throbbing that he never needed but cannot miss in his pent-up tension.
Even though he was so physically close to Jyushimatsu just earlier, he finds himself missing the contact. His tongue lavishing him with filthy sadism, giving him pleasure and gaining his reactions as a fair exchange. He can't be attracted to both the king and his spouse at the same time, right? What he had for Karamatsu stretched for a span of many years, yet Jyushimatsu is bursting through Ichimatsu's emotional defenses by merely being vulnerable in front of him. Is Ichimatsu just so easy to sway because he was able to touch another person once in his miserable life?
So stupid and pathetic... he can't see how else to identify the way he longingly stares at the pair as the knuckles of his hands already turn white from holding onto the armrests... like he's being executed in an electric chair instead of being a mere spectator. Much to his displeasure, he'll never grow out of his self-made drama because, tragically enough, his dick is involved and extremely pleased by the show. He can't go against the wishes of his own crotch.
Karamatsu travels up, kissing Jyushimatsu's collarbone and sucking the skin to leave his mark wherever he feels like it. He then chooses one of Jyushimatsu's shoulders and drags his lips down, across the entire arm, stopping by the wrist and feeling his pulse as if to ensure his spouse is real and alive. Palm, then knuckles and fingers. No spot is spared in his onslaught of kisses, and the man below him chuckles, cupping Karamatsu's cheek with a dreamy look in his eyes.
“I love you so much,” Jyushimatsu says quietly. “I need more of you, Karamatsu...”
“And more you shall have,” Karamatsu replies. “For the stars have aligned tonight to witness our bond, and every single one of them shall learn that I love you more than the universe can handle.” He kisses Jyushimatsu's hand, again and again, and sits up so he can look down at Jyushimatsu's lewd appearance below him. “And my lust, especially, shall be known to few but precious witnesses. I want to consume every single bit of you, until I can no longer stand it.”
Jyushimatsu looks starstruck. Before he says anything else, the king dips in between his legs and, although Ichimatsu can't see that well from the angle he's in, the sudden cry that leaves Jyushimatsu's lips tells him what he needs to know about where Karamatsu is kissing him next. And his legs close, his nails grazing the chair's expensive wood.
The image of Karamatsu sucking his dick appears in his mind like clockwork, and he growls to himself in frustration.
“Karamatsu,” Jyushimatsu whimpers, both hands grabbing onto Karamatsu's shoulders and curling around his bathrobe. “I'm sorry, it feels so good and if you keep doing that—” Karamatsu lowers his head and cuts him off, instead making him moan even worse. “Ahhh...! I can't! I didn't even get to make you feel good! I'm gonna—” He lets out a wanton cry, his weak smile melting into an expression of pure bliss.
Karamatsu hums softly before his head starts bobbing up and down at a gradual pace. In the excruciating state he's in, Ichimatsu can only imagine how Jyushimatsu feels in this moment; struggling against overwhelming pleasure as his husband is practically forcing him to cum even though he would have preferred to wait. Karamatsu is either being cruel or impatient with the desire to lavish Jyushimatsu with every bit of pleasure he can offer. He's probably both things.
Predatory hands are grasping Jyushimatsu's plush thighs, keeping his legs wide. As Karamatsu quickens the pace and Ichimatsu can hear a stream of coarse sounds raising to the bedroom's ceiling, it feels as though the servant is being made an active participant instead of a spectator. Jyushimatsu is pinned even harder into the mattress, unable to grind himself against Karamatsu's face as he seems to have forgotten his worries from a minute ago. Like every man, he's ultimately a horny and selfish bastard doing whatever he can to reach the peak, even if he leaves his partner behind.
And Karamatsu must be knowing that. He's definitely okay with it.
Jyushimatsu lasts a few seconds more before his body forms an impressive arch and he screams, cumming into the mouth of his royal spouse... who, after swallowing him up, raises his head and displays a devilish grin as he licks his lips in clear satisfaction and a single white rivulet oozes down his chin. Ichimatsu thinks he, as well, came a little from witnessing that, but he doesn't bother looking down at his own dick. That face is like a fucking magnet to his eyes.
“Your taste is delightful,” Karamatsu says, leaning forward and chastely kissing Jyushimatsu on the lips. “Knowing that I, in my infinite wisdom, chose the best partner among my people, makes me truly happy.”
With few recovering puffs of breath, Jyushimatsu protests, “But...! I wanted to suck you off first!”
“Perhaps later, my flower,” Karamatsu promises, chuckling. “If I find myself spent enough to need your help, then I shall humbly request it.” He caresses Jyushimatsu's flushed cheeks, pecking him all over the face. “Now, the time has come for me to finally claim you, Jyushimatsu... will you allow me to envelop you in my tightest embrace?”
“Absolutely yes!” Jyushimatsu answers, unflinching. “A trillion times yes, Karamatsu!”
Karamatsu is visibly charmed. He moves, setting Jyushimatsu's legs around his waist and preparing to enter him with his cock. “Then let us dance, to the thunderous rhythm of our heartbeats. Jyushimatsu... be mine.”
There's a thrust, and Ichimatsu turns entirely rigid as Jyushimatsu suddenly claws at Karamatsu's bathrobe and lets out the loudest whimper yet. Amongst soothing kisses and whispers, the king proceeds to push his cock inside his consort until he stops, wholly bottomed up. Jyushimatsu sobs, eyes closed tight, tears spilling through, and Karamatsu's name spelled brokenly in multiple vain attempts to seem in control of himself. All three people in the room know, by now, that he cannot hold back. Every bit of dignity as a man he has left is being pounded into dust, never to be recovered again.
Ichimatsu believes that's what Jyushimatsu is going through, and if only he could feel the same way, he would probably find happiness. Alas, he's sitting so far away from reach, and having Karamatsu acknowledge his devotion is all but a dream that will never come true.
“I am about to move,” Karamatsu warns gently. “Are you prepared for the first and best lovemaking of your life?”
Jyushimatsu nods rapidly. “Please...!”
Karamatsu embraces him, intimately close, face burrowing into his neck, and then he begins moving his hips.
The cadence is tortuously slow, like Karamatsu is afraid to break Jyushimatsu in half with that majestic cock of his. He may have been impatient sucking him off earlier, but this is different just like their sizes. Jyushimatsu's impressive girth still pales in comparison to how king-sized Karamatsu is. Blowjobs are different than ass fucking in general, for obvious reasons. Either way, Ichimatsu notices that Jyushimatsu is handling it better than he thought, crying but only showing minimal pain on his face. He's either acting, or the lubing process helped him a lot with taking Karamatsu in.
Nevertheless, it brings some drop of relief to Ichimatsu's heart. If there was too much pain involved, chances are even he wouldn't be able to fully... enjoy the show. Yes, enjoy, fuck you. He ran out of excuses at this point.
Karamatsu exhales, “You feel way too good inside, Jyushimatsu...” He rolls his hips to dig in deeper, bliss layered on his face as pink blooms over his cheeks. His eyes are closed, and his mouth is left hanging, panting madly as he evidently struggles not to go faster just yet. Ichimatsu never saw him like this, and it gives him an emotion that isn't unlike a brain freeze but not as painful. He thinks that maybe he wouldn't mind seeing Karamatsu make this face more often.
Fuck me, Ichimatsu unhappily ruminates to himself, while staring intensely.
In a matter of minutes, Jyushimatsu is a mess of dangling limbs and gasping sobs. Ecstasy has taken over him entirely, making him positively stupid as the king starts picking up pace and rocks their bodies along with the mattress. Ichimatsu can't see it as they're hugging so close, but Jyushimatsu's stomach must have an impressive bump shaped like Karamatsu's cock, and he would pay actual money to see it for himself. If only to feed into his disgusting fantasies.
Wandering eyes scan the two lovers, searching for details, begging to see more than his position can offer. He finds their hands, laced together perfectly finger by finger, and he stays there for a while before he hears Karamatsu moan for the first time ever since he'd known him. Sharp teeth grind together, nails chipping at wood, legs keeping his cock in a death grip. Because what if he got punished for cumming, untouched, just from watching a man plowing another?
In the end, Karamatsu is no longer holding back, coming to the point Jyushimatsu isn't opposing any of this. The thrusts quicken and become harsher, the king's pelvis abusing his consort's ass with punishing swings that make the bed rattle. No longer is tenderness an option. The beast has been unshackled, and his prey screams as he takes every attack.
“K-Karam—aaaaaaaaahhh—ts... aaah, aaahhhh, ghhh—ohhhh, m-my Lord I love this, it feels so goooooood!” He has found home around Karamatsu, clinging and rambling like a maniac as his insides are getting rearranged little by little. Ichimatsu gulps, his throat burning all of a sudden as he believes that Jyushimatsu will never be the same guy after this top-notch treatment. “Don't stop please, go on, d-deeper, faster—aaaaaaaahh!!! I beg youuuuuu!”
Karamatsu puffs some air out, then traces a few open-mouthed kisses along his cheek, licking the tear streaks off. “How do you like my dick, honey? Is it bigger than you imagined? Are you satisfied with the way it is stretching you out and filling you up, tearing through all your defenses? Do you want more, my flower? Use your cute mouth and tell me.”
“It's... m-much bigger than I thought!” Jyushimatsu is struggling, but he won't stay quiet and there's clearly love in his tearful eyes as he smiles widely at Karamatsu. “I can't stop moving! I—... I love your dick so much, Karamatsu! Now that you're inside me, I can't live without it... aaaaahhh, aaahhhhnnn—! You're amazing, I love you, I love youuuuu...!”
“That is what I wanted to hear,” Karamatsu says, lovingly smiling in return. “I love you too, Jyushimatsu. More than the rest of this world. Rather... you are my world now, the sun, the moon, the universe... you are everything to me.”
Jyushimatsu moans and suddenly throws his head back, his tongue flopping out as Karamatsu settles on an unforgiving speed and neither of them is speaking anymore now. Ichimatsu watches, agape, as the pair slams into each other and lose themselves in their animalistic needs, no longer holding back. Sounds of pleasure come off both their mouths and the king loses all his composure as he desperately goes, “Jyushimatsu, Jyushimatsu... Jyushimatsu! Ahhh, my Jyushimatsu! I love you, so much—Fuck, I want you to bear my children... take it all, my love, take my seed!”
“Yes! Please Karamatsu—aaaaaaaaah!... Karamatsu, g-give meeeee...!”
A strangled cry comes out, and Ichimatsu sees Jyushimatsu's chest being splotched in white. The king keeps fucking him, fucking like a horse racing nonstop, and it's only after several rounds of pounding does he finally stop, hips stuttering as he throws his head back, face melting into pure bliss. Ichimatsu exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding back, and he can hear his own heart pulse aggressively in his ears for endless moments.
Karamatsu picks his lover up in a tight hug, nuzzling his neck and muttering words in his ear. Ichimatsu can only hear that he's happy, with Jyushimatsu chirping that he's happy too, and that's enough for him, Now would be about time to bow out and leave them to cuddle and spend the night peacefully after their consummation, but as minutes pass and they're not moving, Ichimatsu starts to believe they fell asleep in each other's arms. That's... awkward, to say the least. His Fucking Majesty could have had the decency to at least send him away, but it seems like he either just forgot, or is pretending that his servant never existed in this room. That has Ichimatsu feel a certain way, but if he tries thinking deeply about it, he's afraid his balls will turn blue... if they haven't already. He groans internally, rooted in his seat.
Suddenly there's an increase in kissing sounds. They're very much awake, unfortunately. At some point, Ichimatsu hears Jyushimatsu moan softly, with his head tilting back and his face a flushed mess as Karamatsu assaults his neck up and down with languid movements. Jyushimatsu asks, stuttering, “Ahhh... hnnnn... a-ah, are we not done yet?”
“Not even close, my flower,” Karamatsu says with a chuckle. “Remember, we have an audience and they have been watching us intently the entire time. If we finish without putting up more of a show for them, we will be labeled as lousy performers.” His tone is jokey, but the words pierce through Ichimatsu regardless. The bastard is aware of him, then.
Jyushimatsu blinks, turns his head to Ichimatsu, and gasps. “Wah! I totally forgot you were there! Sorry!”
“Uh...” Ichimatsu wants to say something, but his head is a mishmash of fucked up thoughts and various assortments of anxiety-inducing emotions. He didn't mind being a voyeur for these two until Karamatsu had to bring a spotlight on him. Now he's at a loss, and as a last-ditch effort to appear unbothered, he rebuffs the apology with a wave of his hand. It's fine. You're not at fault. But I so fucking wish I could strangle Your Majesty for involving me in your little wedding night.
He pushes everything down, lodging it inside the back of his throat, and remains silent instead.
“Soooo, we're continuing?” Jyushimatsu asks his lover, who lifts his head and kisses him square on the lips.
“Obviously! Unless you are tired.” Karamatsu peppers his cheek with more kisses. “We may have a break first.”
Jyushimatsu shakes his head. “No, I'm not! Let's go on! What's next?”
“I am glad you asked,” Karamatsu says, with a smirk, and pulls away from him completely. He moves to the side, and for a moment Ichimatsu sees the globes of cum spurting out of Jyushimatsu's red, gaping asshole. It lasts for a few seconds before the king's consort closes his legs and sits up with a laugh as Karamatsu leads him to a new spot on the bed.
“Stay right here, on your hands and knees, and face him.” Karamatsu gently directs Jyushimatsu's gaze towards the man seated in the chair, whose eyes widen in shock. They're seriously doing this kind of shit to him. Instead of ignoring his existence, they're going to focus their attention on him. Fear paralyzes the unfortunate servant, and in turn, it sends blood down his cock, making him shiver involuntarily. He's not used to this at all. Is he being punished out of nowhere?
Jyushimatsu is obedient, looking at him with a huge smile as he presents himself, proudly sticking his ass out in front of Karamatsu. With the general nervousness from his first time completely gone, it seems he got addicted to the sex pretty quickly and is not afraid to show his more perverted side to strangers. Ichimatsu can't stop staring at him... at them.
Karamatsu positions himself as well, behind Jyushimatsu. Ichimatsu lives through the next few seconds of seeing the king's unspent cock standing up like the thickest, longest flagpole he'd ever seen, and if he could get away with it he would tear himself off the chair and impale his skull entirely on that beautiful thing through his mouth, choking on it and either turning stupid or immediately dying from asphyxiation. He thinks he already turned stupid from allowing himself to explore all the scenarios in his head he would really, really love to have with Karamatsu... and Jyushimatsu, too.
His attention goes back to Jyushimatsu, as he sees the consort's eyes bug out once Karamatsu is back inside him. This time there's no carefulness or sweet dialogue beforehand; Karamatsu just straight up shoves his dick in and sets on a pounding pace where Ichimatsu can clearly hear the clapping of Jyushimatsu's jiggly ass reverberate in his ears. He holds his spouse by his hips, smirking like a scumbag as he looks at Ichimatsu like he wants to hold his superiority over him. That's ridiculously hot... unfortunately for the piece of trash servant who is only to admire and never touch.
Jyushimatsu also sets his eyes on Ichimatsu, his moans dragging on and on while his tongue is out and dangling like a bitch in heat. There's a squeak as Karamatsu smacks his ass once, then grabs both cheeks in his hands and gropes them so roughly it'll probably leave bruises. To think they took things super slowly minutes ago, and now they're like this, fucking like lurid animals. Straight up Ichimatsu's valley—and it shows, as he can no longer hide his leaking erection. The stain in his pants is too dark, and a glance from Jyushimatsu tells him it hasn't gone unnoticed. Goddamn it.
“Apologies, honey,” Karamatsu says, smugly, while giving his consort's ass another harsh slap. “I cannot seem to be able to control myself. You are so irresistible, after learning to take my dick in no time and getting addicted to it already. I bet you were born to be a whore... my whore.” His thrusts are powerful, shifting from erratic pounding to calculated pistoning, and Jyushimatsu reacts with slurred streams of begging cries. “Told you this is not over, dearest. Until I am satisfied, we shall keep engaging in this depraved dance and make our audience see just how much our love can cross over anything—even the worst, most unclean of acts.”
Each word stabs Ichimatsu like a knife to his heart. And balls.
As if things weren't bad already, once Jyushimatsu visibly loses his focus on Ichimatsu and starts drooling and panting while looking down towards the bedsheets, Karamatsu decides to leave his ass alone and lean forward, one hand pinching onto one of his consort's nipples, the other grabbing him by his scalp and forcing his head up.
“Non non non, my flower... I did not tell you to look away, did I?” He grins as Jyushimatsu whimpers an apology and looks at Ichimatsu again. “Good boy. Never stop looking. Watch every feature of this audience's face as they bear witness to your ruin. From farmer man to the king's most beloved bitch... I would call it an upgrade, hmm?”
Jyushimatsu nods, tears streaming down his face. No pain at all, just brainless delight, and Ichimatsu feels a small pang of jealousy among the waves and waves of arousal hitting him like a turbulent ocean. Karamatsu licks the shell of Jyushimatsu's ear, while gently releasing his hair and instead slipping that hand towards his face, holding his chin. One finger slips inside his mouth, then two, playfully pulling at the corner to show his teeth. Jyushimatsu looks even stupider like this. Ichimatsu supposes that humiliating his life partner in such a rough fashion is Karamatsu's plan to turn the servant on even more... and it works, but from the bottom of his heart, ass and dick, Ichimatsu wants to be where Jyushimatsu is, craves for that sense of powerlessness and the loss of all bodily control as he gives it all up to his king...
“Ahh—hhhgh...!” Unable to talk, Jyushimatsu goes on to be wordy and loud anyway, letting out a high-pitched cry when Karamatsu twists his nipple. Both their bodies rock together, back and forth, and they won't stop looking at Ichimatsu. He's like an ant under the scope of two very cruel humans. Feeling lost and horny beyond stupidity, he can't suppress the whimper that boils up from his throat. It's quiet, yet horribly audible to him, echoing through his steaming ears.
Suddenly, Karamatsu reaches out to grab Jyushimatsu's wrists. He pulls, then, restraining the man's arms behind his back as he changes the angle of his thrusts and causes even louder cries to resound in the bedroom. Jyushimatsu flattens himself against Karamatsu, the back of his head burrowed into his king's shoulder, and arches his back as a particularly brutal thrust allows Ichimatsu to finally see the cock-shaped bump that forms inside Jyushimatsu's belly. Seeing the outline alone sends the servant spiraling into yet another devastating wave of lust and need. He can't even pretend he's not painfully hard anymore, his raging erection standing under meager layers of wet and sticky fabric.
Karamatsu knows what he's doing, and his triumphant smirk is so goddamn infuriating. Ichimatsu also imagines that smirk being the only thing he sees in an unlikely scenario where the king steps on his dick and grinds him into an easy and pathetic orgasm by merely rubbing his heel on Ichimatsu's balls. Oh, to have vivid dreams that will never become reality... the farther their distance, the hornier he becomes, and right now it's like they're living hundreds of miles away.
Even without the sheer pressure not to touch himself, Ichimatsu flat-out refuses to do so now. It's his punishment for his forbidden pining. A low-ranked servant has no business even being looked at by the ruler of a kingdom. The fact he's getting such privilege without exactly earning it all but fills him with shame and regret, so he convinces himself this is not a reward but rather a harsh form of punishment for being too forward to the consort without permission.
“Isn't he beautiful?” Karamatsu asks, and Ichimatsu has a feeling he's not asking him specifically but the so-called 'audience' that's supposedly present in the room with them. It wouldn't be weird to assume that Karamatsu would get off to the thought of exhibiting his sexual prowess to a bunch of fawning people, showing how capable he is to reduce his partner into ruin just with a few touches and a huge dick. A disgustingly narcissistic behavior... so disgustingly Karamatsu it would make anybody want to throw up if they were half as aware as Ichimatsu about this man.
Ichimatsu is somehow in love with that disgusting idea, and that makes him no better. He nods, his eyes bearing holes into the figure of Jyushimatsu getting jerked around like a ragdoll. Chiseled body, smooth skin, flat tits, perky nipples that have turned red from the king's abuse, supple thighs anybody should kill or die for. The lingerie looks perfect on him and that's a hard pill to swallow because Karamatsu was not supposed to be this good at choosing an outfit. All the new information he's learning about his regrettable crush threatens to suffocate him and rot his brain even further.
“Ahhhhh, aaahh—I'm gonna cum... I'm sorry K-Karamatsu I can't take it anymore—aaaaaahh I'm cumming...!”
“That is alright, Jyushimatsu... go ahead, we are here to see you at your most beautiful... cum for me, now.”
Spittle flies out of Jyushimatsu's mouth, his tongue turning rigid as his eyes roll back. A scream like no other booms around Ichimatsu as the ruined, convulsing spouse of the king throws his head back and, after his ass makes the most violent impact against Karamatsu's pelvis, shoots his load all over the bedsheets. Ichimatsu gets to see Jyushimatsu's cock and balls seize up and jerk on their own before the explosion occurs. The high-pressure load of cum that spurts nonstop, for what is perhaps the longest minute of his life, is barely more hypnotizing than the sight of Karamatsu's satisfied smirk. Jyushimatsu collapses when his wrists are released, falling face-first into the stained bed.
Karamatsu pulls out, his cock only half flaccid yet, and moves to sit cross-legged. He pats his consort's ass. “Amazing work, my flower. You managed to bloom even more beautifully than the first time. I am most certain that the audience approved of your performance.” He glances at Ichimatsu. “Am I correct in thinking so?”
Ichimatsu nods immediately, as blank-faced as he can be considering his faltering self-restraint.
“Very good!” Karamatsu beams brightly. Ichimatsu's heart skips a beat, but it goes ignored as the king turns to Jyushimatsu. “How are we feeling now, honey? Will you continue making love with me, or do you need a break?”
Jyushimatsu is panting hard, sweating everywhere and glowing red from the strain. Although he's smiling stupidly, he still looks pathetic like this, oozing tears and drool with even some bit of snot coming off his nose. His ass is stuck upwards, quivering, no doubt unable to hold all of Karamatsu's cum in, and Ichimatsu sees some of it crawl down his inner thighs.
It takes him a bit to reply, but when he does, he sounds eager. “No, I can... I can keep going! Muscle, hustle!” He sits up on shaky knees and turns to Karamatsu with an even wider smile. “That was super great! I wanna do it again!”
“Again, hmm?” Karamatsu looks amused, as he reaches with a hand to cup Jyushimatsu's cheek. His thumb tenderly wipes a tear off. “We may do so, but I am afraid my reserves have been depleted a bit.” He points at his cock. “Would you like to help me recharge, my sweetest little Jyushimatsu?”
The consort moves faster than Ichimatsu's eye can follow. Within the next second, he's turned around and is already bent over, his cum-stained ass almost facing Ichimatsu. The angle makes it possible for the servant to see him in all his naughty glory, his tongue lapping over Karamatsu's cock with great energy a man who came twice in a row shouldn't be allowed to have. He slurps it up with gusto, from balls to tip, moaning pleasantly as he starts shaking his ass like a dog wagging his tail. It's... weird, but cute, which checks out for what Ichimatsu had seen in Jyushimatsu so far.
Karamatsu is laughing, with a hitch in his breath at times. He's petting Jyushimatsu's head, singing quiet praise to the man currently kissing and licking his dick back to its regular hardness. His bathrobe is mostly undone, hanging off his arms, leaving his shoulders bare and his broad chest in full view. Ichimatsu gets distracted soon enough for him to take in the exposed skin, eating it all up, new fresh fantasies forming in his head. Those pecs would feel so good in his hands, and he hopes Karamatsu likes having them groped and sucked and revered just like the rest of him is worth worshiping... until all Earth burns down or Ichimatsu kicks the bucket before he even hits his thirties.
He's interrupted by Jyushimatsu taking the king's cock in his mouth and sucking it so loud it puts Ichimatsu's head back into haphazard disarray. This slut, who looked so shy not even half an hour ago and now doesn't have any qualms about letting a lowly servant see him in a dirty and shameless state... ah, Ichimatsu thinks he may fall in love with him, too. He brings Ichimatsu's more sadistic side to the surface, after it's been long buried under his desire to be dominated by Karamatsu.
If Ichimatsu's personality was a joke, it would be one many people would laugh at.
“So good, my love, absolutely divine...” Karamatsu keeps praising, although it doesn't allow the moment to last long because he will next replace his petting with a firm grasp on Jyushimatsu's hair before he yanks it and forces him away from his newly hard erection. “... However, as much as I would like to have you taste my seed, I have other plans today.”
Jyushimatsu gasps aloud, and if that's not the lewdest sound Ichimatsu ever heard, he'd be damned to hell. His eyes are glossed and his lips are even redder, stained in precum, as he looks up reverently at his husband.
“What... plans...?”
“You shall see,” Karamatsu says. “Lie down, my love... this way.”
He pushes Jyushimatsu down, making him lie on his back before hovering on top of him and dipping in for a passionate kiss. Pliant and excited as ever, Jyushimatsu lets it happen, throwing his arms around Karamatsu and pulling his body close. Muffled moans follow the friction of their hips, and Karamatsu grunts along, happy for the intimate contact. Their heads are now at the edge of the bed, on Ichimatsu's side, and he can't properly see them kiss but there's everything else he can focus on and it sets another ember burning in his lower belly, spreading, bringing tears behind his eyes.
But it won't drag on for long. Karamatsu suddenly pulls away and slips two fingers into Jyushimatsu's mouth, which are quickly sucked out loud as his consort submissively looks up at him, drunk with lust and in love. Ichimatsu can tell, even when Jyushimatsu's face is upside down from his view. It's what he sees in the mirror every time he feels the urge to experience humiliation by watching himself jerk off and see all the dumb faces he makes in the process.
Karamatsu yanks his fingers off, causing Jyushimatsu to whine needily. He laughs, seizing Jyushimatsu's ankles and then pulling his legs up so that only his head and shoulders are safely planted on the mattress, the rest of him up in the air. Raising on his feet, Karamatsu maintains his strong hold on one ankle while with his other hand, he points his cock towards his consort's asshole before he crouches down and plunges his entire length in without warning.
Jyushimatsu squeals, hands clawing at the bedsheets as Karamatsu heaves a pleased sigh and stays rooted inside the other man. This position allows Ichimatsu to see Jyushimatsu's body in its entirety, upside down, his legs and feet taken hostage by the king himself. It's a raw and unkind display of dominance that, inevitably, makes the servant throb in many more ways than one, and he clenches his jaw so hard he would break his teeth if he wound himself up any further.
“I have put you in what they call a butter churner. Fun name, is it not?” Karamatsu purrs, kissing Jyushimatsu's calf. He's starting on a slow pace, bending his legs to go as deep as he can inside his consort and then pulling most of the way out before the next thrust. “It is somewhat risky, but I know you are quite the malleable partner and I trust that you will have no issues at all.” He roughly rolls his hips. “So? What do you think, my sweet honey?”
Jyushimatsu sucks in a breath, arching his back and gritting his teeth. “I-It sure is weird but... aahhhnn...! I love it!”
“Heh. I am glad to hear so.” Karamatsu smiles amiably and then cranks the pace up a bit, keeping Jyushimatsu steady as he fucks the other man with nothing but predatory glee. Ichimatsu has become one with the chair he's sitting with, and the dent he left with his nails into mahogany feels as painful as what Jyushimatsu's back must be going through. Regardless, Karamatsu is right... no complaints are running off the consort's mouth, only unabashed moans and the same indecent litany of a man whose existence and satisfaction are now inevitably tied to a God's—Karamatsu's—will.
Ichimatsu wouldn't be surprised if Jyushimatsu turned into a full-time whore under Karamatsu's influence. It's all but guaranteed, with how much of an effect His Fucking Majesty has on him... and by extension, Ichimatsu himself, although his case is more tragic in that he can't move up from his status as a lowly servant and surely will never raise Karamatsu's interest except for when he needs an audience that reacts to his sexual escapades. Unlike Jyushimatsu, he doesn't have any charming points; he's an ugly piece of shit with zero self-esteem who would rather lash out at the world than even consider bettering himself. How Karamatsu can possibly see him as a person rather than a tool for his entertainment... it's just not feasible. It will never be a thing. Ichimatsu needs to accept it once and for all.
And then his eyes fall to Jyushimatsu's cock pathetically bobbing around, thoughts resetting instantly.
Well, he's here anyway. If he can't have what he wants, he'll have to set his standards to the lowest peg. It's probably a good thing that even seeing another man getting destroyed both physically and mentally is enough to turn him on.
Jyushimatsu goes cross-eyed, howling and thrashing like mad. With every minute, the speed just goes up and up until the bed is rattling again and Karamatsu turns back into the beast Ichimatsu loves and fears, a grin splayed over his flushed face, bangs covering his eyes. He's moaning along, digging into the depths of his love with nothing there to stop him from being as wild as he wants. No longer controlling himself, Karamatsu fucks his consort with spasmodic and sloppy movements which become the regular, and Ichimatsu is dead silent, breathing heavily, as his torture continues with no way out of the tunnel and a very, very touch-starved cock hurting him with each pulse and threatening to delete every bit of intellect left in his brain. Karamatsu might as well turn him into a stupid slut by just making him watch.
Louder and louder screams hammer into his ears.
“Aaaaahhh—it's... Kara—aaaaaahhhh...!, i-it's... again, I'm... cumming! I'm cumming again! It feels too good a-and I'm...aaaaaaaah, again! I'm cumming Karamatsu I love you I love you—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!”
“Me too, Jyushimatsu, this is heavenly—” Karamatsu gasps, then lets out a growl as his hips stutter. “Let us do it... let us cum together and show them—show him—the extent of our love and desire for each other!” He grits his teeth, drool coming down his chin. “Fuck, you're so tight Jyushimatsu—I love you so much...! Jyushimatsu!”
Ichimatsu is frozen to the core. What a time to feel as though Karamatsu is acknowledging him for the first time...
... but he'll treasure it, nonetheless, because to have that happen to him while he's watching two men fuck like animals is both hilarious and fitting for a shitty pervert like him.
Karamatsu's mind is fickle, however, and unpredictable when it least needs to be. He suddenly pulls out mid-orgasm, and before Ichimatsu can understand what's going on, he grabs Jyushimatsu's cock and roughly pumps them both to completion. Jyushimatsu yells, then gurgles, eyes rolled back, smile wide and tongue out as he welcomes the splash of their combined sperm on his face and hair. All the work Ichimatsu had put into cleaning the consort has been undone and the only thing that comes to his mind is how disgustingly attractive they both are in their sinful behavior.
“Oh, Jyushimatsu, my love... you are even more appealing with my signature on your skin,” Karamatsu drawls, and he sounds like he chugged down liters of wine for how drunkenly he speaks and moves. “Like the whore you were meant to be... I am so lucky that I met you.”
Jyushimatsu is limp, wordless but happy, laughing hoarsely and reaching for Karamatsu to link their hands together. On his finger, there's a sapphire ring, matching the amber of Karamatsu's. They belong to each other, and Ichimatsu doesn't belong here. Slowly but surely, the excitement wanes off and whatever positive emotion the servant had is now melting away as his brain is already berating him for finding a little bit of joy even if it lasted a few seconds.
At least his boner can go down in peace. Or he's finally allowed to go. Please, just let it fucking end already...
Quiet words are exchanged between the lovers. Karamatsu sets Jyushimatsu down and kisses his hand, ferocity shifting back into tenderness. Jyushimatsu doesn't seem to mind having his face stained in cum, ready to hug and cuddle up with Karamatsu as he finally seems to have depleted all his energies. Karamatsu, as well, looks tired.
“I suppose we may call it a night.” He kisses Jyushimatsu on the temple. “And what a night, hmm?”
“The best night of my life!” Jyushimatsu chirps, radiating sunshine despite his state.
Pause settles in for less than a minute before Karamatsu turns to Ichimatsu and says, “Oh, right. Thank you for taking part in our first lovemaking session, my loyal servant. I suppose you are dismissed from your duties for today.”
Fucking. Finally. Ichimatsu feels his limbs shake as he moves to get off the chair. However, Karamatsu's voice stops him dead in his attempt.
“Hold on. Forgive me, Ichimatsu, but I forgot to tell you something.”
Karamatsu gives Jyushimatsu one last kiss on his head, then steps out of the bed and stretches his arms. As he discards his bathrobe, he's walking towards Ichimatsu completely in the nude. It takes the servant so much willpower not to let himself ogle at the king's glorious body, setting for his magnetic blue eyes instead. That's... not much better.
Karamatsu stops in front of him, and shoots his hand forward, grabbing him by his chin and tilting his face up.
Ichimatsu feels his heart stop and drop into a bottomless pit in his stomach. His hand is so warm...
“Did you enjoy the show?”
It's a simple question and yet Ichimatsu scrambles to react with anything that isn't either trying to kiss him or punch him. He nods instead, but Karamatsu will have none of it as his gaze turns sharp and his grip stronger.
“Use your words.”
Ichimatsu wants to shrink and disappear, but his dick experiences the opposite. Maybe he came a bit from that.
“Y-... Yeah...” His voice comes out like his pipelines have been twisted and turned inside out. “I did...”
Karamatsu's demeanor changes again, like the flip of a switch. He beams at him now. “Perfect! I hoped it would be the case. Thank you, Ichimatsu.” He hums to himself, then adds, “If I gave you the chance to appear before this bed again and watch us for a second, perhaps a third time, as we give into our deepest level of desire... would you take it?”
Ichimatsu opens his mouth. Closes it. His eyes move to the far left, avoiding the penetrating gaze Karamatsu is cruelly giving him. They stay like this for longer than a minute, and the servant fantasizes about self-combusting and turning himself into a pile of ash. It would be much, much better than expressing his feelings to the man he's madly in love with.
When further seconds pass and it's clear Karamatsu won't let him go until he answers, he tries, tries so hard to put words together, and when he does it comes out in a single pathetic squeak. “I w-would... like... to watch... again.”
“Good! Very good!” Karamatsu withdraws his hand, and Ichimatsu sinks back into the chair like he suddenly weighs three hundred pounds heavier. Eyes wide as plates, he looks up at the king, who dramatically flips his hair and strikes a pose. “Then I expect you to be at my call tomorrow. Same hour. You shall prepare my beloved and then present yourself as our audience exactly like you have done tonight. I trust you, my dear friend.”
And then, he turns around, waving his hand. “If you understand, you may get out. Go back to your business. Have a good night, Ichimatsu.”
Sweat crawls all over Ichimatsu's body, and he still can't stop shaking as he manages to leave the chair. He bows with as much respect as he can feel for Karamatsu at the moment, and in the process, he sees Jyushimatsu smile brightly at him and wave goodbye, his face still caked in cum. What a fucking day to (still, unfortunately) be alive.
Once he steps out of the king's bedroom, Ichimatsu makes a mad dash towards one of the few safe spaces he has in this god-forsaken place. The entire palace seems to quake as Ichimatsu slams the door of his room open, then close, and locks it. He all but rips his pants out, swan dives into his bed, shoves his face into the pillow, grabs his dick, and jerks it like he's trying to set himself on fire. Moaning, growling, throwing curses at Karamatsu, calling Jyushimatsu every single variation of whore he can think of, while his mind spins, spins so much, replaying the best moments and trying to insert himself into them so he can feel like he's an actual part of their little game and not just an asset.
However, the more he thinks that, in their eyes, he is nothing significant, the more his excitement grows.
And when he cums all over the bedsheets, still hard, still pent up and desperate, he calls for Karamatsu's name as if that man will even bother to show up inside the filthy room of a lowly servant. Tears, snot and drool stain the pillow as he bites into it and resumes rubbing his dick. Karamatsu dangled quite the delicious carrot in front of him, and even if he knows this might hurt him horribly in the long run, he can't see any reason why he should deprive himself of at least another erotic, animalistic show. He hasn't had enough of Jyushimatsu's ruined face, or Karamatsu's sadistic grin.
So, against the best judgement... he will be back, tomorrow, and obediently slip into his role as audience.
“See you tomorrow... Your Fucking Majesty...” Ichimatsu hisses angrily, before the whines and spurts his second wave of cum. He collapses, lying in his own dirt, exhaustion rapidly catching up to him and mercifully knocking him out before darker thoughts could have a chance to haunt him.