Dangerous loyalty『Tartaglia x MR』

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Tʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢs ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ

Tartaglia pouts when M/n tells him to stand and continue to do so when the two reached M/n's room.
"Taglia, please for the love of frost, get off the floor and sit on the couch."M/n utters while eating his cake. You see, Tartaglia sat on the floor once M/n sat on the couch and refused to move.
"How can I? You do not trust me when I gave you my entirety. I will stay below you until you trust me."M/n sighs before popping another piece of cake into his mouth.
"Fine, come here. If you choose to be a dog on the floor then lie your head on my lap like a good boy while I finish my cake."

"If you wish it, my prince."Finally, Tartaglia stands from the marble flooring only to drop himself next to M/n's leg then happily nuzzles the male's thigh.
This man is strange... Using this method isn't working, it just makes him want to serve me even more and if I can't break him away from me now, I'll die later...What do I do?!
As M/n thinks of ways to separate himself and Tartaglia, he shifts his thighs to get more comfortable.
His thighs are so soft...He hasn't allowed me to do this since I was a teenager.
Tartaglia was in a blissful state of mind, the smell of Bieberstein's crocus and French vanilla tea filled his nose and he adores every second of it.
"Prince?"

"Hm?"

"You smell the same, no matter what flowers they put into your water, no matter how many times they change your soap...You always smell like Bieberstein's crocus."M/n places what is left of his cake down onto the coffee table and grabs a hand full of his hair and smells it. Tartaglia was right, he smelled just like that flower, even though he washed his hair with Cecilia shampoo.
"Do you like this smell, Taglia?"

"Of course my price, it brings me such joy."

"Truth or flattery."

"Truth."

"Let's say it is flattery. What happens when you fall in love down the line? Will those words still be true?"M/n asked progressively getting aggravated with this, how could he not? His brain keeps looping back the betrayal and the fact that he dies at the hands of the dog with its head on his lap was greatly disturbing.
"You'll leave your master like any dog would when they start a family."

"I wouldn't!"

"You'll leave me like everyone else-!"M/n throws his hand over his mouth, he didn't mean to yell that, his past trauma was speaking for him at this moment. M/n jolts from his seat in an attempt to walk away but Tartaglia jumps up with him, grabbing the prince by his wrist, and out of reflex, M/n swings his free hand and accidentally strikes Tartaglia. He stumbles back from the slap and holds his cheek, in surprise.
"I-I..."

"Sorry if I angered you, My prince. Please excuse me."

"Tartaglia wait-"M/n call went unheard by the ginger as he strides out of the room at breakneck speed; leaving M/n stunned.
Tartaglia strides straight into his room and slams the door behind him.
"....Fuck."Tartaglia groans out still holding his cheek, his face was redder than it was supposed to be, why you wonder? Tartaglia was turned on by the hit, the reason he ran away from M/n's room however it started before the hit. When he inhaled M/n's scent and held his hand on his thigh.
"I'm no better than the man I killed... A dog lusting for his master..."Tartaglia shutters from the tightness of his pants. The ginger was confused by M/n's sudden mood swing but more surprised by the slap he received from the prince.

In all his years of being under the prince, he's never been hit by him.
"I'll leave him like everyone else he says...I must have triggered a painful part of his vast past. I won't leave like the others, I'll gain immortality just for him. My reason for life..."
Tartaglia drops back first onto his bed, not sure if he should deal this his throbbing issue or leave it be; like many times before.
"It wouldn't hurt just this once... It's not like I'm jerking off in front of him..."He mutters while palming himself through his pants, he huffs a sigh while pushing his hair back. The friction causing him to buck against his hand as praise from M/n rings inside his head.

In his hazy mind, he could hear M/n  encouraging him sweetly, telling him to cum for him.
"N-hhng, fuck.. I'm.. I'm close..."He pants out lightly as he quickens his hand. Tartaglia has never felt this pleasure before, it was exciting and for some reason, he felt as if he would be caught which excited him even more.
Eventually, Tartaglia cums in his pants and sighs; feeling delighted from the release.
"Looks like the head maid will have to clean this...I should do this more often but outside of my clothes."