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Eyes never leave his form. Why would they? He’s a beautiful woman to gaze upon. Everyone in the kingdom would give up their right hand to simply hold his. The High, Graceful, Pure Princess of the Dark Cacao Kingdom.
Dark Choco’s being aches. He wants out of this.
Sitting besides his father, Dark Choco finds himself looking around, trying his best to ignore the stares from men and women of the courts alike. Some of them hunger for him, others want to rip him to shreds. He sighs, closing his eyes and listening to the endless rattle of the court meetings. The feeling of being stared at never leaves. His hanbok, already mildly form fitting, dips at his chest… just enough that people can see… see the freckles dotting the very tops of his breasts. He’s going to be sick.
When he can leave, he trots over to the library. The librarian, bless her soul, welcomes him in and tells him Espresso is here.
Espresso. Dark Choco’s heart flutters in all his misery.
He’s sitting at one of the tables on the second floor, reading a textbook with his cane leaning against the chair. Dark Choco sits next to his… t-to Espresso. “Hello, sir Espresso.”
Espresso looks up at Dark Choco and smiles. He looks around.
“there is no one else here aside from the librarian… and you know her hearing is going.”
Espresso nods and puts the textbook down. He holds Dark Choco’s hands. “How are you feeling, my prince?”
It’s a pet name more than it ever was a title. Dark Choco shivers. “I feel sick… I want to go to my room and rot away…”
“oh… my dear…” Espresso scoots his chair so he’s turned to Dark Choco. He presses kisses into Dark Choco’s knuckles.
“H… how are you?”
Espresso sighs gently. “I wish to lavish you with adoration… kiss away every doubt and hateful thought.”
Dark Choco swallows thickly. How can Espresso speak so casually about… that…? “Will… I be seeing you tonight then?”
“Tomorrow night… I have some work to do tonight that must get done.” Espresso looks at his hands, concern filling his eyes. “You’ll be okay til then?”
“I will miss you… but I will be okay…”
Espresso smiles, beckons Dark Choco closer. When Dark Choco leans in, Espresso presses the sweetest, softest, butterfly wing gentle kisses onto his cheeks. Dark Choco pants a little.
“I wish to take you further into the library… just… just for… w-we do not—”
Espresso puts his finger on Dark Choco’s lips. “I want to go with you…”
In the back of the library, behind shelves and stairs, is a soft plush couch. Dark Choco loves this couch… not many people know if it. Not many go this far into the library. They settle on it, and Espresso is quick to climb onto Dark Choco’s lap and begin to kiss him.
It’s not the gentle kisses at the table. They’re crushing, encompassing, fire breathing kisses that leave Dark Choco panting for more. He hugs Espresso close, clinging tightly, as if they will fall if Dark Choco lets go. His hanbok crumples. His makeup must surely be ruined. Dark Choco does not care.
Espresso pulls back, gasping for the muggy air in between them. “My prince…”
“My love…” He hates how his voice squeaks. How high and soft it is. It’s worse when he is in need.
Espresso nuzzles Dark Choco’s neck.
“N-no marks—”
“I know, my prince.”
“N-not my chest.”
“I know, my prince.”
“A-and—”
Espresso looks up at Dark Choco, his face bright with love and reverence. “I know… I know how to handle my prince… I know where to touch and where to avoid… unless you want somewhere in particular right now…”
It’s not playful, as it can get when they are alone in Dark Choco’s chambers. It’s honest, genuine, loving beyond compare. Dark Choco whines a little bit. “I-I— I just… I want… just a tad-- if it’s not-- I don’t want to-- only if you want—”
Espresso slides off Dark Choco’s lap, then moves down to the floor. “I want to… I want to worship my prince the right way… the way he wants.”
The word feels so smutty and taboo when Espresso says it like that. It’s their little secret. The reason for so many late nights… Dark Choco pulls out a fan and covers his mouth. It’s grounding-- but only so much-- oh gods, Espresso pulls Dark Choco’s legs apart. The hanbok opens up, his undergown shimmering gently… it is sheer as well. His dark skin pokes out like blood on morning snow.
“If you want me to stop, you’ll say so… yes?”
Dark Choco nods quickly. Espresso presses a gentle kiss onto Dark Choco’s knee.
“Can you say it for me… please…?”
Dark Choco gulps it down… Espresso had said, weeks and weeks ago, that he asks so Dark Choco gets it cemented in his head that he can say no. He has the right to say no.
“If I wish for you to stop… I will say so.”
Espresso smiles. It’s not hungry. It’s not violent. It’s not even lustful and full of desire… it is loving. It is kind. It is sweet and warm and everything Dark Choco craves. Dark Choco’s legs are pushed open all the way, his sheer gown barely hiding the very plan, very function-only panties covering his very very maintained undergrowth of hair.
His undergown is pushed up to his stomach. Espresso shoots him one more glance. Dark Choco swallows, pressing his cheek into the fan.
“And… what is it you plan to do?”
Espresso smiles. “I wish to taste you… and I wish to penetrate you with my fingers until you finish.”
Dark Choco’s shoulders tighten, his jaw clenches tight and his head lowers. He nods quickly, his hair bouncing over his face. He must fix that soon.
“and…”
“you have my permission to continue, Espresso.”
Espresso smiles. He takes his glasses off and folds them up gently, setting them to the side. Then he leans forward and slides Dark Choco’s panties off.
His labia majoria is clean, his pubic mound is clean as well. Meticulously groomed, shaved, and scrubbed. For a husband he hasn’t met yet. To keep a purity that doesn’t exist anymore. Espresso wasn’t the first to ruin Dark Choco… but…
As Espresso splays his vulva open and begins to lap at it, Dark Choco has to admit, Espresso is the one Dark Choco would give everything to. His riches, his status, his strength and authority, hell even his hand in marriage, Dark Choco wants Espresso to have it all.
It’s not like… it’s… it’s not like…
Hands holding him down. A silver snake’s tongue cooing in his ear. It will all be alright, he might even enjoy himself. He probably will. It will be alright, no matter how much he protests against it.
Dark Choco’s eyes begin to well up. “Espresso…” But it feels good. Dizzingly good. He doesn’t want it. He wants Espresso so bad. He doesn’t want this. He wants Espresso more than anything. Not just as a partner of the night, but as his husband, he wants-- Espresso as-- He doesn’t want this-- “Espresso please—”
Espresso pauses his playfulness with his tongue. He looks up at Dark Choco. “Yes, my prince?”
Dark Choco just might cry. He doesn’t want to cry. He wants this. What’s wrong with him?! “I… I am sorry… I-- I need-- I w-- n-no, I-- I mean—”
Swiftly, Espresso stands and cups Dark Choco’s face. “It’s alright, my love… take your time. Whatever you need, I will not be upset.”
He just might enjoy himself.
“I wish to put this off until tomorrow… I-- I am so sorry.” Dark Choco will cry. He has already begun.
Espresso keeps to his word. He isn’t cross, he isn’t disheartened. He nods slowly, wipes his face clean, and cradles Dark Choco. Simply holds his head to Espresso’s chest, lets him listen to Espresso’s heartbeat. It’s slow… well, not entirely. But… it’s not… angry. If that makes sense. Espresso is not angry.
He isn’t… angry.
Dark Choco weeps quietly… his makeup is surely ruined. His hair. His hanbok. Espresso nuzzles his scalp and simply reminds Dark Choco that he loves him. Dark Choco is his prince, his partner, his beloved other half… at the end of the day, there will always be Espresso for him.
Dark Choco does not want to leave when evening comes. Does not want to untangle himself from Espresso’s arms. Does not want to stop listening to the gentle nothings his dear has to offer. But he must. Dark Choco redresses himself, fixes his hair to the best he can, fixes his makeup, and walks back to meet his father, the First Watcher, and the Commander for dinner.
---
His bed is cold and alone. It is better than being shared with someone he does not want. But he aches for Espresso.
Dark Choco sits up in his sheets, his sweet cat Mochi unfortunately being disturbed. He stands, goes to this dresser, and tilts a picture down on its face. Years ago, he installed this himself into his dresser. A secret cubby fill of things he wants no one to know about. The drawer it was made into never opened correctly, so he never opened it at all. He made this instead.
Inside the cubby is things even Espresso knows nothing about. A scalpel he stole from the nurses, a leather belt he kept from when he learned to ride a horse, a bottle of pills to drop his heartbeat… and… Dark Choco slowly pulls it out… a… gods… a dildo.
Espresso did give this to Dark Choco. Six months back, when they laid together for the first time, Espresso gave it to him. I want you to remember tonight… I want you to feel it over and over again… even when I’m not here to make you feel good.
Dark Choco cuddles back into his bed, Mochi having moved to the foot for right now. Dark Choco spreads his legs, tracing up and down his flesh. Oh how people desire his flesh…
He might even enjoy it.
Dark Choco shakes his head. He enjoys Espresso. Espresso makes him feel good. All over. Everywhere he’s okay with Espresso seeing. He splays himself open, like Espresso does. He’s slick, like ice… or guts. More like guts because it’s… he’s hot. He presses the soft rubber against his softest parts. It’s cold. It won’t be, not for long. Dark Choco takes a deep breath and starts easing it in.
Its curves press into his ribbed skin delightfully. Dark Choco tenses, arches his back and rocks his head against the headboard. His hair is pooled around him like river water. He wants Espresso. He--
Dark Choco hugs his leg against his chest and starts moving the damned thing. He thrusts into himself, relishing in the feeling and getting sick all at once. He hates-- loves-- f-fuck-- this is so much better with his beloved. Dark Choco rolls over, pressing his face into the pillows. He moves it faster.
Espresso would take him like this… Dark Choco wants Espresso to take him like this. So fast and so firm, pistoning in at a consistent pace, whispering those devilishly sweet words in his ear about how he loves Dark Choco, Dark Choco specifically. His prince, his pride, his beloved boyfriend. Not the facade that he puts up for everyone else.
A moment flashes in his mind’s eye. The first time Dark Choco took Espresso orally. Espresso ran his hands through Dark Choco’s ungodly long hair and said-- the sweetest things. Dark Choco had never… um… s-sucked anyone before… and Espresso was so-- he was okay with Dark Choco taking it slow. And Espresso felt so lovely in his mouth. Almost as love as his--
Dark Choco uses one hand to thrust into himself. The other he brings to his mouth, pressing three fingers pass his lips. He suckles on them. Gods he wishes Espresso was here.
His palm presses against his clitoris, crushing it deliciously. Dark Choco whimpers around his fingers. It’s-- so wet--
His body convulses, his thighs twitching and tensing against his own command. Pure ecstasy rushes over his limbs, his chest, his eyelids. He pants and collapses, curls up inward on himself. He wants Espresso. He wants Espresso alone. No one else.
No other hands intertwined in his. No other limbs tangled with his. No other lips against his own.
Just… Espresso’s…
---
The next day is awful.
The courts were in an uproar. Dark Choco was ridiculed in studies for mispronouncing simple fucking phrases in Cremish. His hanbok was tied on so tight and he felt sick at luncheon and dinner because he couldn’t breathe. And Af--
Dark Choco stiffens. Affogato trails his hand down Dark Choco’s back.
“Dear princess… might I talk to you later? I wish to discuss our plan for the villages.”
He might even enjoy it.
Dark Choco takes a deep breath, flashes as sweet and charming a smile he can. “I apologize, revered advisor… I am busy today… perhaps another time?”
“Aw… but my dear princess Oreo.” Dark Choco could vomit. “it is crucial for this to be discussed now. You don’t want your father to be let down, would you? The men need their plans perfect, lest they get lost in the snow.” Affogato leans into Dark Choco’s ear. “And I miss our little chats…”
“Sir Affogato.”
Dark Choco steps forward to meet up with Espresso, who’s leaning heavily on his cane. Dark Choco takes Espresso’s arm and laces it with his own. Espresso smiles, then glares at Affogato.
Affogato smiles sheepishly. “I was just chatting to her highness. She is of such high authority that these things are all but assumed to be her duty. I’m sure you also have important things to work on, Espresso… though… nothing that would take up her attention.”
Dark Choco looks at Espresso, pleading. Get me out of here.
Espresso nods. “I actually do. Our royal highness happens to help me with my physical therapy, and that appointment is about to start. So if you don’t mind.” He’s pulled away from Affogato. “We shall be leaving.”
They walk together, away from Affogato. They turn a corner and duck into a cleaning closet. Dark Choco gasps, collapses to his knees. Espresso kneels down.
“My love?”
Dark Choco is hyperventilating. No no no no no. He won’t enjoy it. He doesn’t enjoy it. Please please please--
“My dear, it’s okay—”
“I don’t-- I don’t-- no more, no more-- no no no—”
Espresso cups Dark Choco’s face. “Dark Choco, look at me.”
That name snaps him out of it. Dark Choco blinks. Espresso smiles softly.
“there you are… my love…”
Dark Choco sniffles. “Espresso…”
Espresso pulls Dark Choco into a hug. He’s cradled like a babe. Espresso kisses his scalp again. “What happened?”
“Aff--… Aff-- Aff-f-- Affogato… he… we… I don’t… I-I—”
Espresso pauses, his eyes welling up behind his glasses. His shock morphs to pain, then boils into anger. “He… he hurt you… he hasn’t been-- touching you… has he?”
Dark Choco nods slowly. He covers his mouth. His skin feels hot. And not good hot. He’s going to be sick-- he’s going to throw up his insides-- tear them out and scrub them clean. He needs to--
“that… fucking…”Espresso’s hands grow warm, then hot, then burning. “He’ll pay for what he did.”
“Espresso, please—”
He looks at Dark Choco. His expression softens so fast… so fast…
“I am scared… I… I wish to be yours alone… Please… tonight. Tonight, I cannot wait longer. Tonight, come to my chambers… show me you love me…”
Espresso nods slowly. He presses kisses onto Dark Choco’s face. “I will, my prince. You can count on it.”
---
Dark Choco paces his room. He’s in a sleeping gown. It barely covers his form. He doesn’t care. Espresso is coming. Espresso will hold him and love him. Dark Choco flaps his hands a little bit. Espresso is-- Dark Choco’s heart thunders under his skin. When is Espresso getting here? Oh Dark Choco doesn’t know-- It’s fine. Espresso comes in through the service door, next to the bookshelf. His chamber’s door is locked. Nothing can get in. Nothing can get out. Not a sound, not a smell, not a sight. Dark Choco sighs and collapses on his bed.
His vulva is hot in between his thighs. His legs tremble against each other.
Dark Choco drags a pillow over and buries his face in it. He wants-- he should-- no, he should-- no no no--
The service door opens, closes slowly. Dark Choco looks up.
In the moonlight is his beloved, also in a sleeping gown, holding an oil lamp and leaning on his cane. Dark Choco shoots up and walks over to Espresso. “My love…”
Espresso smiles and kisses Dark Choco’s jaw. “I’m here, love. I’m here.”
The lamp is set on the night stand. They snuggle into the bed together, Espresso fitting in Dark Choco’s arms so easily. Dark Choco fitting in Espresso’s arm so… perfectly.
It takes them so long to do anything explicit. It’s Dark Choco who makes the first move. He kisses Espresso, gently at first. Please, he must be gentle… He pushes it further. He’s frightened-- and Espresso reciprocates it. Fully, unabashedly. His hands trail up Dark Choco’s sides, his back, his shoulders. When they break, Espresso smiles-- his voice is so-- it’s like syrup-- “My handsome man…”
Dark Choco gasps gently. His thighs are so hot--
“My hip is giving me issues… could you be so lovely and—”
Without him even finishing, Dark Choco rolls them over. Espresso lays on his back, under Dark Choco. He can-- ca-can feel Espresso need for Dark Choco. He shudders. “L… like this?”
Espresso looks Dark Choco over, wide eyed and in awe. “Perfect…”
Dark Choco pants, whines gently. “What… do you…”
“Would you be okay with me… um… licking your vulva again? And then you can ride me after if you wish.”
Dark Choco nods, his hands becoming fists at Espresso’s stomach. He ruts slowly into his clitoral hood. It feels good-- good.
“My love… may I?”
Huh? oh-- “Y-yes. Yes, of course.”
Espresso pauses. He cups Dark Choco’s face. “We can stop at any time if you need so. I don’t want this to be—”
“I know. I know.” Dark Choco flaps his hands. “Please, I--… I need you… I need-- you—”
Espresso nods and rolls Dark Choco’s night gown to his thighs. He scoots down, far enough that-- gods-- Dark Choco sees what Espresso wanted-- He’s sitting on Espresso’s face-- no-- yes please--
Dark Choco is pulled down as Espresso gets to work. He didn’t even pry Dark Choco open he just-- his tongue just-- it’s so warm and wet-- Dark Choco doubles over, his thighs tensing unwillingly. Espresso suckles on Dark Choco’s clitoris, rolling it with his tongue. Dark Choco gasps and cries out, digging his nails into the sheets. He tries to double over, but Espresso keeps him down-- down-- Espresso presses his tongue against Dark Choco’s hole-- Dark Choco wants him now, now!!
“Darling—” Dark Choco cannot speak. He cannot think, he can barely breathe. “My love—”
Espresso relents only long enough to look up with his fogged over glasses. He flashes a sticky smile. “Enjoying yourself, my prince?”
Dark Choco whimpers. Nods quickly. Espresso kisses his thigh.
“good… that’s what I want to hear. You enjoy yourself, my dearest.”
Espresso keeps going. Dark Choco grabs the pillows and buries his face in it to muffle the-- gods awful-- pathetic sounds coming from him, spilling from his lips like spit and desire. It’s probably just as wet down there. He almost feels bad. Almost. The way that Espresso laps at him so greedily and so thoroughly, as if a man dying of thirst with nothing to lose, makes Dark Choco doubt he’s suffering. More likely, Espresso is delighted.
Dark Choco barely registers when Espresso stops. The buzzing, fuzzy sensations curve over his thighs and spine. His head is stuffed with cotton, chest stuffed with coils burning bright. Espresso scoots up, settles Dark Choco down on the hump of his erection. Dark Choco shivers, ruts into it without thinking. Espresso gasps, then chuckles and holds Dark Choco still. “Soon, my love. You’ll have me soon.”
“now” Dark Choco begs so pathetically. That’s all he’s been turned into. A pathetic lump of flesh to be used and wanted. But Espresso--
Espresso cups his face. Like he always does. “I wish to lavish you a little longer. I brought you something you might like.”
Dark Choco blinks as Espresso pulls out a small cloth. He unwraps-- sweets. Sweet chocolate and gummies. It’s been forever since Dark Choco had any. He starts to salivate, literally drooling, to the point he has to wipe it off his lip before Espresso--
He chuckles. Espresso saw. Dark Choco flushes hot.
“Open your mouth for me, my gorgeous man.”
Dark Choco swallows thickly, then does as told, opening his mouth wide. Espresso places the sweets in Dark Choco’s mouth. One. By. One. Instructs him to chew and swallow before receiving the next. There-- is water on his other nightstand. He’s told to grab it and resume his seat on Espresso’s lap. He’s told to drink it till he’s full. Then he’s allowed to put it down.
His head is clear. His chest no longer coil hot. Espresso looks at him so lovingly.
“And how do you feel now?”
Dark Choco wipes his lower lip. “Good… really good… all calmed down and… okay.”
Espresso nods and kisses the column of Dark Choco’s throat. “Good… now… are you ready?”
Dark Choco nods quickly. His sleeping gown is rolled to his stomach, then Espresso’s follows. His-- e-ere-erect cock springs up. It’s leaking-- oh dear-- Espresso sighs softly, finally flustering just like Dark Choco. He digs in his pocket, pulling out pig intestines. Cleaned and treated. For protection. Espresso would hang if Dark Choco got pregnant. Not that Dark Choco would allow himself to get and stay pregnant. He couldn’t handle… he couldn’t…
Espresso guides Dark Choco forward. He struggles with the pig intestines, squeezing his cock into them. He looks up at Dark Choco. “Help me enter, my love… please?”
Dark Choco nods and guides Espresso’s tip in. It-- it fills just his rim-- gods-- fuck--
It takes him so long to sink down, easing Espresso into himself. When his labia rests on Espresso’s pubic mound, Dark Choco pants, gasping for air. It’s hot-- hot-- he’s so full-- Espresso’s hands sit on Dark Choco’s hips. Squeezes the skin. “My love?”
“you-- feel really good in me—” Dark Choco can barely speak. It’s a whisper at the loudest. Espresso smiles and nods. He kisses Dark Choco’s lower lip.
“You feel really good too… you’re… really twitchy.”
Dark Choco presses his face against Espresso’s. “I needed you so much…” last night plays in his mind. He takes Espresso’s hand. “… m-may I suck… on your fingers… while I ride you?”
Espresso blushes, really really hard. He nods quickly. “Go ahead, darling.”
Dark Choco nods and buries his face in Espresso’s hand. “when… do you want me to…?”
“whenever you are ready.”
Dark Choco nods and scoots a bit, until he feels most comfortable. Then… slowly, he rises up on Espresso’s shaft… and sinks down. Both of them have-- pathetic gargles punched out of them, Dark Choco more than Espresso. Dark Choco’s thighs tremble. He rolls his hips slowly. Espresso’s hands cup Dark Choco’s hips. He nuzzles Dark Choco’s neck.
“shit-- I forgot how good you feel.” Espresso pants softly.
Dark Choco whimpers. He bounces slowly, his legs twitching and closing around Espresso. His mouth hands open, panting against Espresso’s ear. “Want-- want your f-fin—”
“Yes, yes of course.” Espresso moves his hand to Dark Choco’s mouth, slips two fingers past Dark Choco’s lips. Dark Choco sucks on them absently, hugging Espresso’s wrist to his chest. He continues bouncing slowly, listening to Espresso’s whimpers and desperate moans.
Dark Choco needs to keep going. The pressure-- the swelling-- Espresso’s tip tapping against his cervix over and over again. It feels lovely-- more than just lovely. Dark Choco feels loved--
He stutters to a stop, unwillingly. He doesn’t want to stop. Don’t make him stop. He weakly starts bouncing again, quickly settling down again. He sniffles, sucking more on Espresso’s fingers. He presses his other hand into his face. Espresso bites his lip. His other hand-- he starts thumbing at Dark Choco’s clitoris. Dark Choco gargles a moan.
“keep-- keep going, please-- please don’t stop-- my love—”
Dark Choco whines and starts bouncing again. It’s so difficult-- his legs want to lock up-- But he keeps going. His muscles spasm around Espresso’s cock. Dark Choco grips Espresso’s shoulder, listening to his ramblings about Dark Choco feeling good and not wanting him to stop. Dark Choco doesn’t want to stop either.
Espresso pulls his fingers out of Dark Choco’s mouth, causing him to squeak. He gets hugged close, chest to chest with Espresso. Then-- then he starts thrusting.
His-- va-- v-v- oh screw it, his pussy can barely take it. Dark Choco is wordless, thoughtless even. The pressing, pushing, pulsing pleasure in his stomach makes his head feel pressed with cotton. Espresso holds Dark Choco closer, closer. Dark Choco can’t breathe right. Every second breath is cut off by his helpless sounds. Is he even seeing? Is he even listening to Espresso’s equally as desperate whimpers? Is he even in his own skin?
He can’t even registered how many times he’s finished. At some point they started to blend together, continuous, ongoing, overstimulating.
He only knows when Espresso finishes. Twitching inside, pulsing against his insides, all collected in the pig intestines. It’s like stars fluttering against Dark Choco’s skin.
In the back recesses of his mind, Dark Choco wishes Espresso didn’t have to wear those. He can’t wait for when his father abdicates and Dark Choco takes over. He can announces his identity. He can live as a man, freely in love with Espresso, marry him if they so chose. They can have a child or two… and Dark Choco can love them better than his father loved him.
And he will never let anyone touch them. Not the same touch that Aff-- Affo-- the royal advisor brings. No… He’s make sure they’d know love and safety.
They stay like that for a while… locked together. Espresso peppers kisses onto Dark Choco’s face. Dark Choco comes down from that amazing high into a satisfying space. He is loved. He is wanted. For more than just his body. But his soul and his mind as well.
Espresso eventually gets Dark Choco to stand, to carry Espresso to the chamber bathing room. They settle in the warm water. Less to wash themselves, but to relax even further. It is the only time Espresso sees Dark Choco’s full body. Espresso has undressed all the way for Dark Choco a time or two but… most of the time Dark Choco’s full body is not to be seen.
Except Espresso gazes upon him so lovingly… so sweetly. So much so that Dark Choco feels… okay with him looking upon his chest and his figure.
“You truly are a sight to behold, my love.” Espresso whispers ever so gently. Dark Choco slips his arms around Espresso.
“You are one to talk, my dear.” Dark Choco whispers in response.
Espresso rolls his eyes, shakes his head. He rests his cheek on Dark Choco’s shoulder. “I love you…”
“I love you too, Espresso…”