The King's Guard (BL)

Naughty

Time began to fly by. One month. Two months. Three months were gone and we were halfway through the fourth. I was excited for father to come back, I felt he'd be happy to see that I had not burned the country down.

Nathan had surpassed three reading levels and could legally be considered a calculator. I loved to see the joy on his face when Presley gave him a large word and he spelled it correctly. The biggest words were 'eucalyptus' and 'melancholy', he had gotten them both correct and was thrilled. I had a cake made for him for that achievement.

Presley had the castle running like a well oiled machine in my father's absence. I was practically not needed. He handled everything with a smile and brought my tea when he was finished. A truly talented man of sorts.

I laughed happily as we entered my room and Nathan placed quick and gentle kisses all over my face as we walked towards my bed. He made the final stop at my lips as we reached.
His lips are so full and pillowy. There was comfort in them. I held his face and stopped the kiss just so I could look at him. He was so attractive. I was actually pretty jealous. He always called me pretty, he liked how smooth my skin was, and how dainty I am, how he has to help me with manual labor because I wasn't used to it, but I was not as handsome. I had a sharp jawline and strong cheekbones like he did but for some reason it did not gift the same outcome. I was pretty. He was handsome. I wanted to be both. I really enjoyed being called pretty, I thought it was one of the nicest of compliments I've received. But I also wanted to know how it felt for him to think I was handsome.
There was not a flaw on Nathan's face besides the scar on his cheek that I thought was beautiful but I don't think he knows he himself is as attractive if not more than what he calls me. He had a kind and wonderful smile, I used to think his eyes were intense but now I believe they are...curious, striking nonetheless.
I gently ran my thumbs over his face and features, he looked at me as I did and kissed my hand and wrist.

"You are very handsome." I smiled.
He snickered. "As are you."
"I am what?"
"Handsome."
My eyes widened. "Do you mean that?!"
"Yes. You are a very handsome man." he chuckled.
I pulled his face to mine and kissed him eagerly.

It's like he could read my mind. His hand found the side of my face and he lifted it a bit.
I laid down and pulled him with me.

His hand left my face and both went to my pajama shirt and underneath. They caressed my sides from my waist up to my chest, causing a lift of my shirt. He went down and began kissing my stomach and pushed my shirt higher then kissed my chest.

A knock at my door sounded.

He looked at me and allowed his tongue to do a quick flick over my nipple before he stood completely and turned to face the door as it opened.
I never knew my nipples could make me so excited.
I pulled my shirt back down.

"Good evening, sire and Sir Nathan. I am only coming to bring tea; however, I do wish to speak to Nathan alone if that is alright." Presley bowed after setting down my tea.
"Y-yes, that's okay." I answered.

They both headed out of the door.

I looked between my legs and saw the gift Nathan had left me. I put my arms between them in embarrassment. Another thing he always tells me is how sensitive my body is. It didn't used to be this way. I used to have to stroke myself for a while before being able to slide it in anywhere after a half an hour of kissing. Now Nathan just slides his tongue over my chest and I'm standing tall.

They were taking an awfully long time to come back.

I couldn't stop myself from sliding my hand inside. I grabbed onto it and pulled it out then spit onto it before I stroked it gently.

I sped up a little but was frustrated it wasn't working fast enough.

I came up with a shocking idea...

I pulled my pants down all the way to my ankles and bent over. After wetting it a bit, I began sliding in my own finger as the other hand continued stroking. It was better.
I moaned softly and continued as I thought about him.

'Go faster.' I pictured him tell me and I did. I pressed my forehead against the back board and continued as my breathing was heavy. I was almost there.

A few more seconds and I finally completed. I looked down at my hand and the mess I'd made. There was another knock at my door and I hurriedly hid under my blanket and closed my hand.

"Yes?" I answered.
Presley and Nathan entered again.

"What was your discussion about?" I asked and tried to hide my embarrassment.
"He told me about our trip tomorrow, to pay visit in the town." Nathan explained.
"Oh, I'd forgotten. What time, Presley?"
"Before noon, sire."
"Noted."
"I will leave you two be, sleep well the both of you." Presley bowed then left with a close of the door.

I sat up and attempted to pull my pants up with one hand while not uncovering myself.

"What're you doing?" he asked.
"Hm?" I succeeded.
He removed my blanket and looked at me.
"Open your hand."
"No, thank you."
"Aspen."
"Yes?"
"Open your hand."

I looked at my hand and slowly opened it.

He snickered. "Naughty boy. Come on."

He took my clean hand and pulled me to my bathroom.

He stood behind me and ran it under the water and cleaned it with soap.

"Next time you could just wait for me." he stated and kissed my cheek.
"You were taking too long." I replied.
"I'm sorry. He just wanted to make sure I'd keep you safe tomorrow." he said and dried off my hand after turning off the faucet.
"I trust you. Presley and my father are just overprotective."
"So I've noticed. I won't let anything happen to you."
"I know. Everyone trusts you, they just believe I am a prized possession that should never experience discomfort."
"I'm going to prevent any discomforts from happening to you as long as I am by your side."