Dangerous loyalty『Tartaglia x MR』

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Tartaglia's face flourishes red from the letter and he doesn't open the box he panicked and threw it back onto the bed while he reread the letter just to be sure it was actually from the prince!
"Th-this is his handwriting and it smells like him too...What was he thinking when he wrote- No, I know what he was thinking...Why didn't I just lie?!"He began to paces back and forth in front of his bed.
"Ugh! What should I do? Is it okay for me to use this while thinking of him?!"Tartaglia nearly sprints out of his room and heads across the way to M/n's room but finds that the door was slightly open. The crack of the door was enough for him to peek in and he froze.

What he saw was both beautiful and startling at the same time. It was M/n on his bed, legs spread driving a rose gold glass dildo in and out of his entrance. His back was arched and a thin layer of sweet glitters in the moonlight that shines through his window. Light moans and airy gasp filled the silence.
Whoa... Absolutely beautiful...Ah...I'm hard again.
As much as Tartaglia wanted to look away, he couldn't. The man he worshipped was in such a beautiful form that it was impossible to remove his eyes from M/n's naked body, however, if he were to be caught he could face punishment but that thought made him giddy and also scared him at the same time.

He silently steps away only to stop when he hears a long and heavenly moan.
"Haa~ Just what I needed. I wonder if my puppy is enjoying his toy?"M/n was well aware that Tartaglia saw him but decided to ponder out loud just because. However, Tartaglia jumps and quickly bolts to his room. M/n chuckles lightly and lays back down.
"I'm taking a bath immediately when the sun comes up, but fuck was that a ride."M/n chuckles happily as his eyelids grow heavy, and eventually, he drifts off to sleep after getting underneath his covers.

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After M/n's bath in the morning, he was extremely happy as he thumbed through Paperwork while on the training grounds, while Tartaglia looked as if he hasn't slept in days.
"What a fine snowy day!"

"Mmh..."

"Tartaglia."The male didn't respond, he was staring off into space. He didn't even realize that M/n had called him by name, this of course invokes M/n to turn his head to look at the ginger-haired male.
"Tartaglia, are you okay?"

"Huh?! Oh, yes, I'm fine your majesty. What made you ask?"

"You look exhausted! Like you were up all night thinking about something."

"......"Tartaglia tore his eyes away from the space he had been gazing at and looked at M/n; the male was smirking smugly at him.
"You're not a perv for watching, Did you enjoy the show?"

"Ahhh?! Your majesty I-....."Tartaglia's face was bright red, there wasn't anything he could say. The only thing Tartaglia could do was panic, he isn't usually this panicky however that's all he could do! Dropping to his knees and lowing his gaze causing M/n to jolt out of pure shock and near fright from how fast Tartaglia drops. It made M/n think that the male was struck by something and soon the two panic together.
"Tartaglia?! Are you unwell, where are you hurting?!"

"I'm not hurt anywhere, your majesty! A dog such as myself should be punishment for peeking in on its master during such an intimate moment!"

"....Hehe, Tartaglia. Look at me."M/n leans down just as Tartaglia glances up; their faces closer than ever. M/n slides his index finger down the side of the ginger's face then under his chin, tilting his head up a bit more. The white-haired male glances around for a second; making sure no one was looking.
"I wanted you to see~"M/n whispers them kisses Tartaglia's neck, he shutters from the touch and his breath catches in his throat.
"I wanted you to get off on that image of me, your master, fucking himself with a beautiful toy and cumming with an airy gasp."

"Ah...I..."

"If you keep being the good wolf you are, I'll let you have a closer look. I'll even give you a treat. Anyway, I have something planned. Keep an eye on the pups for me, while I speak with her highness."

"Yes, your majesty...."M/n chuckles lightly as he leaves Tartaglia on the training grounds.
The prince wants me to...If he wishes it then I'll indulge my desires.
Tartaglia thinks after plopping down onto the chair and crossing his left leg over his right, though he groans from the friction.
Shit, now I have to deal with this until the training is over...