My arrogant ROYAL.

Side story: Part Fourteen.

"Adar... I'm sore." Evan said. The man was fully naked, laying on his side Adar's body pressing against him.

"One last time. This is my reward remember." Adar leaned in and bit on Evan's ear nipping away at his neck, trying not to suck on the very flesh. 

Ah, the reward, Adar had told Evan he was the reason Melus had began speaking to him, he had told him about how he wanted a prize but Evan didn't actually know this was the prize he had wanted, they had been at it for hours now.

His body was sweaty, sensitive and exhausted. Slumber was beckoning him in. He could feel Adar lifting his leg, he knew the man was about to go again and when he felt it slide back in, he knew he'd pass out, again.

"This is the last time, I swear." Adar said laying a kiss on Evan's cheek. Trust Evan didn't even believe him anymore, he had been saying the same thing for hours.

The cock, pressed on his prostrate, and brushing against it. Adar began thrusting into him. The first one harder than the next, driving Evan to the edge making the male moan. The sensation made he's very body shake. He wanted more. He wanted Adar to tare him up from the inside.

God. Why didn't he want Adar to go again? Evan gyrated his hips forcing the man to move faster.

"Come on. Your faster than this," Evan said. That came out as a moan, Evan wasn't even sure Adar heard him.

That was what Adar needed. He began fucking him. Hard. Fast. Rutting into him making the man moan louder and more. Evan gripped on the sheet, his moans turning into whimpers instead, god this felt too good.

Adar  then groaned. He fucked him with a grated pace and harder. He was driven by a high, the very climax he felt coming too soon. He rode on it, his thrusts losing rhythm and becoming erratic as he finally spilled inside Evan.

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Adar and Evan were in the office, engaged in a conversation that left Adar's true intentions unspoken. "I still don't get how you're going to get me to marry you," Evan said, oblivious to Adar's secret desire to propose.

Adar's nerves were on edge, but he couldn't bring himself to discuss the matter openly, especially with a crucial meeting looming the next day. The meeting would finalize the new constitution, paving the way for Adar's ascension to the throne.

With the coronation and constitution signing scheduled for the next day, Adar aimed to keep his proposal plans under wraps, especially from his father. By combining the two significant events, he hoped to catch everyone off guard. As soon as he ascended to the throne, the court magistrate would be in place, ready to inscribe the constitution with black ink, formalizing its passage. Adar's strategy was to seize the moment, using the coronation's pomp and circumstance to conceal his true intentions.

Adar's silence was met with Evan's growing uncertainty, his voice laced with a hint of desperation, "Adar, I need something, anything, or maybe I can't keep doing this?" Evan's inner turmoil was palpable, his desire for Adar to propose was almost embarrassing, yet he couldn't bring himself to express it, leaving him feeling foolish and trapped.

Adar's inquiring gaze was met with Evan's petulant expression, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he pouted, exuding a sense of playful frustration.

"What's the matter? Do you have something on your mind?" Adar asked, his tone gentle and probing.

Evan's pout deepened, his lips jutting out in a comical display of discontent. "You haven't proposed," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, "I don't want to be pushy about it, but do you ever plan to?" He pouted again, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and genuine longing, as if daring Adar to reveal his true intentions.