𝓡𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 (𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽)

𝓣𝔀𝓸: 𝓘𝓬𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻

The following morning René couldn't look his best man in the eye at the wedding without feeling it again. He barely managed to hide the pain in his back. Despite that, he had never felt so good in his life. Vincent had quite literally fucked out his brains. René couldn't focus on his wife, the only thing roaming in his head was Vincent and his soft, yet burning words in his ears.

The folk rooted for their wedding, especially with the usually cold king being red-cheeked all day long. What they weren't aware of was the fact, that René couldn't hold back his body reacting every time he caught a glimpse of Vincent.

He tried to hold in his lewdness every time he thought about the oversized "thing" Vincent had. Oh, how deep it had penetrated him the whole night.

After the first night of the wedding when the queen of Paupertus was already asleep, René felt a light, tickling sensation on his lips. He locked eyes with the amber-eyed man immediately. His boner became progressively worse after making out aggressively for a long time. So he decided to let the male have his way with him once again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

That often for every night.

This cycle repeated itself until Vincent had to marry too. Their "counseling meetings" became less frequent. They still had brutally good sex for the following two years, six times a month with René taking him out to pretty places like the Alps and Rome.

And one night, he also recalled the memory as clear as water, something happened.

René had just arrived at a small castle in the Alps. The area was desolate, with herbs overgrowing the whole country, sparkling waterfalls, and deep valleys. There was no population in sight. After his driver left him, he already got sprung by Vincent. They were both now in their young twenties, both with a child and a wife. Yet they couldn't help but see each other.

"King René, the third" Vincent grabbed René by the waist "I am very honored to be your innkeeper for the next three days" René rolled his eyes with a hint of embarrassment. "Let me guide you through this glorious, noble castle my dignity" Vincent grabbed René's hand gently, placing a light kiss on it.

René was served fine dishes with the best wine in the country, having the dazzling Alps poking into the sky just by the window. He had fallen for Vincent's eyes. His glimmering, pretty eyes. A face with a narrow nose and plump lips that could kiss like nobody could.

After they discussed about all kinds of things for the whole day, Vincent took René into a spacious room with select furnishings and exceptional decorations and combinations.

"You're becoming more gorgeous by the day, René." Vincent gently pushed his friend on the bed.

"You should've married me instead"

René blushed at these words, glaring continuously into Vincent's eyes. He had been so cold just a few days ago when he had been in the castle. The king of the cold empire melted his heart the instant he entered the room.

"I love you René. I can't stand the fact that you sleep in the same bed as that royal scum, neither you impregnating her."

"Me neither, Vincent."

They exchanged a passionate kiss.

René was so happy.

Vincent had made him fall madly in love with him when nobody had ever managed to.

Vincent caressed René's chest through the clothing, tracing down the muscles. He leaned down, blowing on his neck. He could see his majesty's hairs standing up. A gentle bite was taken out of René, leaving a red spot on the pale skin. Now he was erect.

Vincent's hand had moved behind René. With the other he undid the top and sunk his teeth into the chest.

"Hah...my doctor will check on me next week...your marks never fade after a week- ah..." The hand had groped the erection. "Go...slower...hnghhh..."

Vincent spread the legs open, getting a good glimpse of the majestic body in front of him. A well-formed dick, some full thighs and thick buttcheeks that pressed against the sheets.

Vincent sticked his pointer into the rosy hole and immediately pressed on the light bulge inside he had known for almost two years now. "Ah...g-gentle...I have a speech to hold...mmm..."

"Youre always so talkative when I fuck you, yet you become a stone the second you step out of my range"

Vincent began stroking his dick softly which made a bead of precum form on the well shaped tip of it.

René still wasn't used to Vincent's member, especially after such a long time. So he gasped when Vincent entered him in a much rougher way and earlier than usual.

"Why...so...ah...ah...agressive...? You said you wanted...to talk about...something...?"

Vincent picked up the pace and started talking. There was no hint of the careful and inexperienced partner from two years ago in him.

"See, my wife is pregnant and the child will be born in a few weeks. She's suspecting our meetings since I fucked with you that one time when we had a council meeting and she knows I put nothing higher than my work. We can't have others find out about this little 'thing' we have going on, so I'll have to stay away from you. Did I mention sex with her is the worst?"

"Ah...fuck...yeah you did..."

"Have I told you how she moans in such an unpleasant way when I fuck her?"

"Mhm...ha..."

"You on the other side-" Vincent thrusted deep inside which made René's eyes roll up with a loud moan "are quite pleasant to fuck~"

"S-So we'll never- ah..."

"I'm very sorry René"

"F-Fuck..."

"Swearing I see? Are you that angry that you won't be able to feel me like this again?"

"I...hnngh..."

"No reaction to my words?"

Vincent fucked the teary king in silence. He checked again. René was truly crying.

The king wanted to run away with Vincent to Ruthenia and never come back. Theoretically they could, but they had a country to serve and a name to keep clean. That meant he could never see Vincent, the man he loved the most, as he could before.

"Hey, don't cry" Vincent spoke with a soft voice and slowed down a bit.

René looked like a little, lost girl.

Vincent cupped the face, fucking him slowly and thoroughly.

"René, don't cry. Where is the talkative, horny René from a few moments ago?" Vincent observed the crimson shaded king whining under him. It was a mix of crying and moaning.

"You're going to live a normal life René, you won't feel guilty anymore"

Vincent continued taking René, whilst trying to make it seem their parting like something irrelevant. But it didn't work.

"But I..never...fuck- I never felt g-guilty..."

Vincent couldn't forget those hateful and obsessed, yet honest expressions from René that night. But he had to break off from René. For René's own sake. Or else they wouldn't leave him alone.