This tale is set in the era of 1832, The age of Magic. Prince Anawin seeks entertainment but he is bored with usual games. What will happen when he is introduced to Damon, the one who fights with draggers? and the one who hides a lot of secrets. Pri...
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When there is so much silence at midnight and you can even hear the leaves moving, the same silence falls between them. Anawin had a difficult time accepting the words that came out of Damon's pretty mouth. He quickly took some steps back.
"Are you shameless?" Anawin looked at him with big and wide eyes
Damon chuckled lowly "Now, you realise how I felt when you asked to paint me?"
"You" Anawin pointed at him "and me" he then pointed at himself, the finger which was covered with paints "are distinct"
"Distinct. Oh, you are a future king and I am just a normal citizen. Is that it?" Damon was smirking and Anawin was having a huge dislikeness towards it
"Yes"
"I thought Prince Anawin treated everyone as equal"
"You are not mistaking" Anawin adjusted his collar
"Why are you resisting? It is not like I am asking to paint you half naked like you did to me" Damon raised his eyebrows "And did not you promise that you will grant me my wish, Your highness?"
Anawin's eyes widened even more, Damon has a really bold and raw mouth
"When I asked if you had any wish, you refused"
"Now I do"
Anawin sighed "I have promised myself that I would never let anyone paint me"
"What about the royal family picture?" Damon's face fell into curiosity
"I have already told my parents that I do not wish to be included in any of that" Anawin firmly said "A painter do not like to be painted"
"Maybe it is just you, my lord" Damon nodded "Well, in that case I would just take my leave" Damon bowed down before moving towards the chair to grab his blouse. Anawin watches Damon's back as it gets covered with that ridiculous fabric that would not look pleasing on others at all.
Damon gave him a small smile "Thank you for having me, my lord"
Damon's steps were quite quick and Anawin felt like if he did not stop him then he would never get to see Damon again which sounds over exaggerated
"Alright" Anawin almost shouted, stopping Damon's steps right in front of the big door
"Yes, my lord?"
"I would let you paint me. When do you want to? I will send the carriage" Anawin could not meet Damon's eyes
"My place, your highness. I want to draw you at my place tomorrow. Alone." Damon's voice was low and teaseful
Anawin gulped down but he should resist right? Then why is it that he is already nodding his head?
"Tomorrow morning. I look forward to having you, my lord" And with that Damon just vanished.
Anawin dropped himself on the chair that was beside his canvas and he looked at his art. Why is it always that Anawin feels so weak whenever he is in the same proximity as Damon. And yet he cannot seem to get enough of it. Damon is like the soft music they play in the romantic plays but also the thunder of the midnight. Anawin kept staring at the painting for a long time, he might have done a good job but nothing is as beautiful as seeing Damon with his own eyes. Nothing is as gorgeous as Damon's body symbols on which Anawin wants to run his fingers. It is like a dream.
🔞🔞🔞
Suddenly, Anawin was feeling so hot and distressed and he knew exactly what it was he was feeling. It was a feeling of touching oneself when something arouses your whole being that if you do not do anything about it soon then it would engulf you and torture you like Anawin was feeling all these days after meeting Damon. He has taken over Anawin's mind like a snake wrapping itself around someone's body to bite him and poison him and the prey cannot save himself but beg to be saved.
Anawin sat down on his chair and looked at his pelvis. He groaned. A future king does not entertain himself in the middle of the day. He stared at Damon's painting. His breathing quickened. He undid his pants and wrapped his hands around the shaft of his cock. For god sake his hands are covered with paint. It was so hard and hot that he felt he would release just by holding it too tight. He could not take his eyes off of the painting as he moved his hands fast, he teased his tip by pinching and rubbing on it in circles.
"Oh-oh" He was about to release but he covered the tip with his thumb so tight that his whole body shook from head to toe. He was leaking he knew he could not help himself from edging because that is what he imagined Damon would do to him. Playing with him however he wants. He started to move his hands again, this time a lot harder, tighter and faster. He imagined as he looked into Damon's eyes on the painting that Damon would be nice enough to let him cum this time. He teased his tip again rubbing circles and whimpering
"Ah-feels so heavenly. Don't stop ah ah" He was about to release when again his thumb found its place on his tip. Anawin's eyes started to tear up. He wanted to climax so badly. His cock was hurting and begging as it hardened even more.
"Please" He whispered to himself and started again, this time not stopping at all. Finally he released as he looked into Damon's eyes. His whole body was shaking, but he looked down between his legs and he was hard again. It is all Damon's fault that Anawin would have to clean this mess so that he does not embarrass himself and ends up tainting his image in front of his servants but before that he does not mind playing with himself a little more and imagining that it is Damon.
Next Morning
Anawin's body was tired although he went to sleep early yesterday because today Damon would paint him but the tiredness was due to him not being able to keep his hands off of his private part. He even touched himself in the middle of the night thinking about Damon. He knew he wanted Damon. He was so attractive and such a beautiful man that Anawin would like to sell his body to him. It is so ridiculous because just a day before he was trying to avoid this thought of lust but after painting Damon now he cannot keep his mind off of Damon. He would be lying if he said he was not looking forward to meet him.
"The carriage is prepared, your highness" Siripon announced entering inside the dressing room.
"We will stop by to buy some bread again and also some fruits" Anawin remembered that Damon ate some grapes yesterday.
"As you wish, My lord"
Anawin was looking outside the carriage taking in the air that leads to Damon who has shaken his daily routine and life. His father won't be too proud.
"Come and pick me up in the night" Anawin announced as he got out of the carriage and took the basket of bread and fruit in his hands
"But, my lor-
"Siripon" Anawin's voice changed, warning
"As you say"
He walked towards Damon's house and knocked on his door.
"It is me"
Soon after the door opened revealing a half naked and half asleep Damon
"My lord"
Anawin's legs shook. He is in deep trouble.
Because it seems like he was the one who was shameless.
