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Diamant did not know what compelled him to move on a whim, a moment ago he was speaking with his retainer for scouting updates. Amber now having a flying mount meant it was easier to get information back and forth than previously before. But the attire of the griffin rider was rather, well… distracting.
It was lighter wear for one, definitely not as heavily armored as the Brodian prince was used to. He noted his concern to Amber earlier, the thin cut chest plate wouldn’t be able to protect from any sort of heavy blow and the prince didn’t wish to see his dearest companion badly hurt. But what was more concerning (and the distracting part) was the exposed skin the outfit left the wearer with. The sleeveless chest piece and light coat could not hide the dip of his lover’s collar bone, the shorts didn’t even come to mid thigh and those damn stockings seemed to perfectly frame what was left uncovered. He stared into that frame of supple skin for gods know how long, only nodding to what little he acknowledged of the report.
He was practically on autopilot when he found his hands falling to place his palms on Amber’s hips, they drew further down as his eyes never left the taunting expanse barely hidden by cloth. He could feel the other man shudder beneath his thumb as it trailed further and further below, finding the patch of exposed skin between Amber’s thighs. Rolling little circles, he felt just how soft those very thighs were, starkly different to the rest of the rougher fabric.
Oh, how he had longed to do this since the new outfit change. His eyes, just as they had now, were always catching what was not properly protected by cloth and steel, always catching on new territory to conquer. He had never understood his father's obsession with Brodian territorial expanse, couldn’t understand what would drive a man to solely focus on a goal so deeply rooted in the act of taking and claiming, not until Amber dawned this new gear.
“Aha… Prince Diamant that tickles.”
An awkward chuckle broke the prince from his trance. It was the first time Diamant had looked back up to meet golden eyes since gazing at his prize. There was a twinge of nervousness in the way Amber gazed at him, brows knit slightly, smile somewhat crooked. Sobriety hit him like a kick from a wild pegasus, oh gods he was touching his boyfriend during a purely work related debrief. They had agreed to keep their personal and work life as separate as possible, it had become quite difficult managing the complexities of their stations with the feelings they now shared. Whenever Amber was to act as his retainer, as his friend, Diamant kept his heart to himself. When they were at the Somniel together with no work or missions to occupy, just them, the fish, the lake, and the dock, they could be as close as they could possibly wish to be. His hands left Amber’s sides at lightning speed, palms going shaky and clammy as he tried to still them. He cleared his throat, eyes having gone wide and heat slowly settling in his cheeks.
“Ahem, I apologize Amber. That was extremely unprofessional, I don’t know what came over me.” His voice felt hoarse, his mouth had gone dry, the creeping heat now felt like it was searing across his face. “I— I suppose I just find you’re new outfit to be quite—” distracting, eye catching, concerning? “enchanting.” Diamant wanted to bury himself under rubble so deep, that not even the greatest miners in all of Brodia could dig him up.
“Aw, it’s alright Prince Diamant, I get distracted all the time too. Like when you’re staring at an alpaca and you can’t help but want to pet its fluffy furry head. Though, uh, I don’t really see how this outfit makes me as enchanting as that.”
Thank the gods Amber was Amber, despite his cheerful demeanor the man knew how to remain the seasoned retainer he was. He did not falter in his role, didn’t fall to temptation like Diamant did. The crown prince chastised himself for his terrible misconduct. He needed to come up with a better save now that they’ve steered towards something he can tackle. Just apologize and move on, maybe talk more about alpacas and talk about this later, that’s the solution.
“Well much like the alpacas you love, I found myself wanting to touch you.”
WHAT. WAS. THAT.
Scratch burying Diamant under the mountains of Brodia, place him under Lythos with the rest of Gradlon so that he may be lost forever. Amber was no longer smiling, just gaping at his prince dumbfounded, a flush running across his cheeks. Diamant buried his face in his hands, as if to mimic where he wanted his body to be placed after a blunder like that.
“ Uwah, Pr— prince Diamant! I, are you alright with being this bold right now?”
He separated his fingers so that one eye could make contact with his retainer who seemed entirely flustered but full of concern. When it mattered most Amber was quite good at respecting boundaries, checking in for comfort, being a shoulder to rely on. Why, why couldn’t Diamant just do the same?? He tried fumbling for what to say again, trying this time not to compare his filthy and carnal desires to the innocent and sweet ones associated with Amber’s beloved alpacas. Yet, he was shaken from his spiraling when two hands came to remove the ones from his face, placing them back onto the hips he originally retreated from. Amber was so, so very close now, a more serious expression on his face. Flushed cheeks colored like Brodian maples, but eyes holding an intensity to match Diamant’s own. Diamant was melting under their heat.
“How long have you uh, wanted to do that, my Prince?”
Amber was hesitant, but never did his eyes the color of his namesake stray once from Diamant’s own. Diamant swallowed audibly, giving Amber’s hips a slight squeeze. The other man shuddered again under the touch, letting out a breath Diamant could feel against his neck. It sent sparks running along his skin and he lost himself entirely in the feeling. He let himself go past the point of no return, professional boundaries be damned he just wanted to be with the man he loved right now.
“If I told you it was since you first donned the mantle of Griffin Knight, would you be upset with me?”
“No! I mean, no, never. I’m just surprised you never said anything outside of work, that’s all… Do you really think I’m enchanting Prince Diamant?”
Amber jumped once more when Diamant wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into an embrace, and sealing his lips with a sweet desperate kiss. He settled into it slowly, bringing his own arms up and around his prince’s neck to deepen their shared hold. Diamant both explored with his tongue and with his fingers, wrenching sweet gasps and moans from his lover with a bite on his lower lip or a knead at his ass. When they finally parted, Diamant rested his forehead against Amber’s, and gasped out a breathless, “Of course, you are far more enchanting than any alpaca. Actually, I don’t think what I want to do to you could be comparable to an alpaca in the slightest.” Amber giggled at the awkward but familiar comparison, causing Diamant to smile brightly in turn.
“Shall we take this elsewhere then, my Prince?”
“We shall.”
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Removed of the riders overcoat, the outfit was even sluttier— ahem, more ‘provocative’ than Diamant initially thought. All Amber wore now was the sleeveless turtleneck connected by that aforementioned flimsy chest plate, shorts that didn’t even come to mid thigh, and stockings that nearly did. More evident now however, was the slight strain against those shorts, as they struggled to keep Amber’s arousal at bay. Diamant’s own tent had been rather stiff and uncomfortable against his pants, he could only imagine how much worse the feeling could be in something less breathable. Yes, he only wished to help Amber out, that was the only reason he was skipping ahead to removing each other's pants. Amber squirmed and shimmied out of the wear with the help of his lord, cock springing from its confines in its removal.
Diamant hadn’t realized it until after Amber’s shorts were around his ankles, but this was somehow even more enticing than just the small section of taunting skin. Hips, ass, thigh, and everything in between laid bare. Stockings still hugged tightly to the wearer with a little pudge reminding Diamant of muffins. He leaned down to give a few playful nips against the sweet skin. Amber’s legs trembled with each bite threatening to squeeze the prince’s head. Diamant placed his hands against either knee to ensure his partner would not keep him from his meal, as he moved towards Amber’s entrance.
He lapped and licked like a starved man in the middle of the Solm desert, a hunger needing to be sated. Amber’s hips rocked back and forth seeking out more friction, his hands coming to cover his mouth from his increasing gasps and moans. Diamant wanted to keep his hips in place, to order them to still, to be patient. But how could he deny them any longer? When he too wished to slam in and out of his lover.
Rising back up like the sun making its way above the mountaintops, Diamant placed his weeping cock to the hole he had just been so thoroughly invested in. Stroking a few times just to get enough of a liquid sheen around his member. Amber’s body went still, golden eyes waiting in anticipation. With one solid movement Diamant thrust his sword into its sheath, Amber arching back from the intrusion with a loud moan. In desperate panting, sweat, and heat, Diamant set a brutal pace. It wasn’t that he meant to but instinct and need snapped his hips forward to chase his high as much as he could. Loud and lewd smacks filled the room, the sound of skin against skin and every wrenched out gasp and moan created a symphony between them. Diamant pinned his lover down at his hips, leaning over and stealing Amber’s breath and voice away in a few passionate kisses. Amber wrapped his arms around his prince’s neck once more, his eyes glazing over in a daze. Diamant was practically slamming his way in and out of Amber’s tight hole, the latter’s cock bobbing up and down against his abdomen. Diamant took this opportunity to grasp the neglected member in his calloused hands, stroking and seizing more sweet sounds from Amber.
In a few strong strokes, a final cry, and thrust of his hips, a string of thick white liquid covered Diamant’s hand and the rest of Amber’s attire. Diamant was not far behind quickening his pace further in rabid aggressive thrusts and grunts, rocketing himself forward as he erratically pounded into Amber’s hole. Amber could swear he saw stars when his prince finally did finish, lazily riding out his afterglow with some much less vigorous thrusting. Diamant ever so slowly and carefully removed himself from his lover, drinking in his body once more. The same cream colored clothes that had gotten him so worked up, were stained now with streaks of white. A light trickle left Amber’s well used ass, his cock lying limply above. The steady rise and fall of the knight’s chest, paired with his flushed cheeks and completely glazed over expression made Diamant swell with pride over a night well spent. They slept well after a good clean up, however, Amber took note to do some laundry in the morning…