Spoiled Sweet [boyxboy]

The ball will pop

Once a upon a time, there was a lovely prince. A prince so charming and graceful, Well isn't he supposed to get the girl? Not in this story my friend. Prince Vell Wellington is young an very ... Well don't let me spoil it for you lets go on shall we.

The prince went into the kitchen to his butler Damien cooking sweets.

"Give me some!" He demanded with a devilish child's grin

With a scoff he shook his head side to side giving a silent no. His white gloves in his back pocket to keep them clean, his muscular tall bod in a form fit tux like outfit. "You didn't eat dinner yet, my lord"

"Then why make sweets ?! If I can't have any you idiot !" You could hear the echo of the princes palm making a hard contact with the tall mans bum.

"You don't want to get fat stomach before the ball, my highness" the low deep tone was sexy to listen to although he rarely spoke. He turned around picking up the boy heading to the bedroom.

"Hey! I can walk!" He banged his hands against the mans back.

They entered the bedroom as he tossed the spoiled prince down into the bed.

You could hear bodies moving on the bedsheets with some exchanges of words.

"Ngh-nn.. That hurts!" The little prince shouted at his butler.

"nn hold still my lord" he grabbed the princes laces connected to the body's having on a corset.

Well the prince was sometimes a femboy and you can't go to a ball with your bulter if you look like a boy can you?

"Geez Damien! You trying to kill me?" He smirked fixing himself as the laces were tied tightly. His short black hair nicely fell to the back of his neck followed by his beautiful glacial blue eyes.

"..." He didn't reply to the boy just simply pinned him down without hesitation gripping the princes underwear slowly sliding them off as the door shuts on its own.