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Touchstone was happily kneeling beside the Prince's chair in His chambers, when he was startled by the Prince suddenly speaking.
“Come here, Touchstone,” the Prince instructed gently, patting His thigh to invite the jester to sit on His lap. Touchstone immediately understood what the Prince wanted, and quickly complied. The closeness had him blushing furiously, but he was so obedient he wouldn't dare try to argue with His Majesty, so he stayed quiet.
“Good boy,” the Prince praised. Touchstone thought his face couldn't get any redder, but when he heard what the Prince said he turned crimson. The Prince slowly wrapped an arm around Touchstone, and this made the jester's face turn bordeaux. Touchstone could barely think, all that was going through his head was that he was sitting on Prince Elijah’s lap.
Then, suddenly, Elijah shifted Touchstone's weight so that the jester was straddling His thigh instead. Touchstone's brain instantly short-circuited as his face somehow got even redder. Touchstone was about to protest when the Prince started bouncing the leg the jester was on.
“M-Majesty, what are you- mh…” Touchstone tried to ask, but his body betrayed him and started feeling good. A little too good, the jester thought as he involuntarily moaned and grabbed at the Prince's shirt, his whimpering muffled by His Majesty's chest as Touchstone buried his face in it.
“M-Majestah! Majesty! I- mh! This- this is i-inappropriate!” Touchstone finally managed to cry in between whines, but deep inside he felt so, so good. The jester wanted to beg for more, for mercy, for release, but he knew that he wasn't allowed to because it was inappropriate. So there he sat, desperately trying to ignore the pleasure he felt, barely even able to breathe properly, when Elijah gently placed His hand on Touchstone's lower back and carefully pulled him further up on His thigh.
“Go on, darling, give in. Doesn't it feel good? Don't you want more?” The Prince cooed sweetly, gently stroking Touchstone's hair with His hand as His other arm tightened around the jester's waist, holding him flush against His chest.
Touchstone was overwhelmed by the stimulation of Elijah’s thigh against his most sensitive areas and the Prince's tender words, and could only whine softly in response, his hands still clutching the Prince's shirt as his face was buried into His chest. The poor jester couldn't even think about anything other than the wonderful feeling of his beloved Prince touching him in that way, so he finally obeyed His instructions and let go, wantonly rolling his hips into Elijah’s bouncing thigh and moaning freely as his grip on the Prince’s shirt tightened even more.
“Do you like it, darling? Go on, tell me how good you're feeling,” Elijah purred into Touchstone's ear. Touchstone gave a shuddering gasp when He did that, swallowing hard before speaking.
“Mmh… s-so good, M-Majesty,” the jester whimpered, his voice small and muffled by Elijah's chest.
Elijah smirked and started bouncing his leg faster, relishing the high-pitched whines it elicited from Touchstone. The jester was finally enjoying himself fully, moaning in pure pleasure as the Prince bounced his leg faster and faster, his hands balled up in little fists as he continued to clutch Elijah's shirt, half not to fall and half for moral support to reassure him that he was allowed to feel the pleasure he was being given.
About fifteen minutes later, Touchstone was writhing in Elijah's lap, teetering on the edge of an explosive climax. Elijah hadn't stopped moving his leg nor slowed down once, providing Touchstone with a constant stimulation that soon proved to be almost too much for the jester's small body. Touchstone was barely hanging in there, only resisting the urge to finish because of his unwavering desire to please and obey his master.
“Mah...M-Majesty, I- mh! I'm g-going…going t-to-” the jester stammered between moans, barely able to speak, when Elijah interrupted him with a little peck on his lips. Touchstone immediately shut up, his mind swirling with thoughts of the filthiest kind as his face turned a somehow even brighter shade of red.
“Are you close, darling?” Elijah purred against Touchstone's cheek as He quickened his leg's movement. Touchstone immediately reacted to the feeling by squirming and whining in pleasure, whole body trembling as he was quickly brought to the edge of his orgasm.
“Ma- Majesty, ple-ease, don't- don't stop,” the jester cried, tears forming in his eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure he was feeling. Elijah didn't reply, but instead He kissed Touchstone again, except that this time it wasn't just a peck, but a fully fledged make out session, tongue included. Touchstone froze at first, but then he immediately melted into the kiss, even going so far as to shyly kiss back.
Touchstone was most definitely aware of how inappropriate this all was, but in that moment he didn't care a single bit. Another minute or two and he would go back to being Prince Elijah's shy, faithful companion, but in that particular moment he was the Prince’s own personal plaything, and he couldn't have been happier. The jester just wanted to beg for release, but he didn't dare part the beautiful kiss they were sharing. When it was Elijah who eventually pulled away for air that Touchstone realized just how close he was to climaxing.
“Mah…Mahjestyyy… pleah! Please… I- I want- I n-need- ah! M-may I…” Touchstone stammered, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Elijah simply reacted by slowly sliding his hand down the jester's back all the way to Touchstone's hip, gently squeezing the jester's side in an affectionate manner.
“It's alright, darling, you may finish,” Elijah cooed sweetly as Touchstone squirmed.
Touchstone was this close, he could feel the pressure of his orgasm building up in his pelvic area. He could barely hold back anymore so, with one final wail, he gave in and came, legs shaking and arms instinctively wrapping around Elijah for support.
“That's it, good boy,” Elijah praised, gently rubbing his back and whispering sweet encouragement. Touchstone finished and immediately slumped forward into Elijah's arms, body spent, and buried his face into Elijah's chest once again, inhaling His scent.
“Thah…th-thank you… M-Majesty,” Touchstone whimpered into Elijah's chest as he snuggled closer to the Prince, desperate for closeness in his vulnerable state. The Prince shifted Touchstone’s weight again, now seating the jester on both of His legs, and hugged him tightly, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.
“No need to thank me, sweetheart. Now just relax,” Elijah purred sweetly into the jester’s forehead while rubbing his back lovingly.
“I’d, um… go b-back to the floor, if you l-like, Majesty…” Touchstone whispered, not really wanting to part from his beloved Prince but realizing just how inappropriate the whole thing was and not wanting to risk Elijah getting into trouble because of him.
“Not yet, my darling. I love holding you close like this,” Elijah cooed, his lips curling into a warm, tender smile, which widened as he felt the jester finally relax into the hug.
“Thank you, Majesty,” Touchstone mumbled, and relaxed. He was tired after the whole thing, and he seemed ready to fall asleep. Elijah noticed, so He gave the jester another feather-light kiss on the forehead and bid him sleep. Touchstone, obedient as he was, didn’t need to be told a second time and let the tiredness take him, falling asleep right in Elijah’s arms.