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“We need an heir.”
Dimitri put down his quill and looked up at Felix, who was sitting across from him, seemingly working on farming policies, but apparently, his mind was elsewhere. Felix didn’t look up.
“What makes you say that?” Dimitri asked.
Felix flipped a page over. “We’ve been married for two years. Something could happen to one of us any day. Besides, people will start to ask questions.” It was no secret that Dimitri was transgender, and most people accepted their king with open arms. However, the fact that Felix was also trans was more well-guarded.
“So, you are suggesting we begin looking into adoption,” Dimitri said, flipping the quill around in his fingers.
Felix shook his head. “No. People don’t know I’m trans, the only reason so many nobles were ok with us getting married was that we could give them a legitimate heir. They might be ok with you being a man, but they’re going to expect you to get pregnant.” Felix rolled his eyes at the mention of the populace’s conditional acceptance of Dimitri’s identity. It was part of why he kept his own identity a secret, not because he was ashamed, but because he just didn’t want to deal with all of the complications that came with being a trans figure in the public eye. Dimitri had always had a talent for diplomacy that Felix lacked.
“So you’re suggesting someone get me pregnant?” Dimitri asked. Felix nodded. “Who do you suggest? Sylvain?” Felix blushed. Sylvain had joined them in bed more than once, so it was a natural suggestion.
“No. A Crest of Gautier would give away that we’re not both the parents,” Felix explained.
Dimitri nodded slowly. “So, a Crestless parent?”
Felix took a deep breath. “Or someone with a Crest of Fraldarius.”
Dimitri raised an eyebrow. “The only person with a Crest of Fraldarius besides you is…”
“My father,” Felix finished. Dimitri opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. “Listen. He’s the obvious choice. The kid will look like me or you, the kid will have one of our Crests, there’ll be no reason for anyone to doubt that I’m the father.”
“You’ve thought about this,” Dimitri stated, swallowing. Felix nodded again. “Have you asked him?”
“He won’t deny the king.” Dimitri knew he was right. If he asked Rodrigue, he’d say it was his duty to help continue to the line if that’s what Dimitri wished.
“And you’re sure you’re ok with this?”
“I brought it up, didn’t I?”
Dimitri swallowed again. “Alright, I suppose we shall invite your father for a visit.”
~~~
Being the Margrave of Gautier was exhausting, so Sylvain valued any time he got away from his territory. He especially loved his time in Fhridiad, where he got to visit his two best friends, even if their conversations were often more about politics than about pretty girls and sword tactics nowadays. However, no one was better at relieving his stress than Felix and Dimitri, and it was as he was looking to get some stress relief from them, standing outside their bedroom door, that Sylvain heard familiar noises.
Perfect, if they’re already in the mood, they’ll definitely let me join in, Sylvain thought to himself as he tried the door. He pushed it open just a crack and stuck his head in. Both participants were nude, with Dimitri on his back and a head of raven hair buried in between his legs. Sylvain was to their left, but neither man noticed him. Sylvain shivered and felt his cock twitch. Dimitri let out a low moan and dipped his head. Sylvain felt enraptured by the display in front of him, and rather than interrupting them, unlaced his trousers and pulled out his half-hard cock, slowly stroking it. He bit back a moan of his own as the ridges of his fingers ran over the head of his cock, just poking out of his foreskin. He watched the raven-haired man continue to fervently eat Dimitri out, and Sylvain reminisced on how Dimitri’s sweet juices tasted on his own tongue when he’d had the chance to eat the king out. Just before he got the resolve to push his way into the room, Sylvain heard something that made his blood freeze.
“Rodrigue…” Dimitri moaned, throwing his head back. The man eating Dimitri out lifted his head and Sylvain had to work to suppress a gasp. The raven-haired man was not Dimitri’s husband, but his father-in-law.
Rodrigue wiped his mouth on the back of his hand as he sat up on his knees, hard cock perpendicular to his stomach. He crawled onto Dimitri’s body and began kissing his neck, eliciting little moans from him. He reached down and slipped two fingers into Dimitri’s cunt, which Sylvain could see was wet even from his position.
“Do you like that, Dimitri?” Rodrigue asked, his voice low enough that Sylvain almost couldn’t hear him. Dimitri whimpered in affirmation. “I want to hear you.”
“Y-yes,” Dimitri panted, keening upwards as Rodrigue did something with his fingers that Sylvain couldn’t see.
“Yes, what?” Rodrigue asked, biting down on Dimitri’s neck.
“Yes, daddy!” Dimitri cried out, his voice cracking.
Rodrigue smirked. “Good boy.” He planted kisses along Dimitri’s neck and jaw until he reached his lips, kissing him deeply, slipping his tongue between Dimitri’s lips. Sylvain gulped and gripped his cock tighter, a bead of precum dripping from the tip. He knew he shouldn’t watch this, he knew he should go find Felix and let him know what was going on, but he felt frozen to the spot. If he was stuck here, he might as well enjoy it.
Rodrigue pulled his slick fingers out of Dimitri and pulled back from the kiss. “Open,” he ordered, and Dimitri complied, opening his mouth to allow Rodrigue to stick his fingers in. Dimitri closed his eyes as he sucked, licking his juices off of Rodrigue’s fingers, calloused from years of battle. After a few moments, he pulled his fingers free with a pop , and Dimitri let out a small whimper. “Oh, you miss that? Well, why don’t I give you something else to suck on?”
Rodrigue crawled over Dimitri, who propped himself up on his elbows as Rodrigue positioned his crotch at Dimitri’s face. Dimitri licked his lips and grasped the base of Rodrigue’s cock. “May I, daddy?” Rodrigue nodded and Dimitri licked the tip of his cock before opening his mouth and taking it inside. Sylvain watched as his head bobbed up and down on Rodrigue’s cock, the same way Sylvain had watched him do to him before, and rubbed himself in rhythm with Dimitri’s deep throating. He let out little gags every time Rodrigue hit the back of his throat, but seemed unbothered.
“Good boy,” Rodrigue muttered, wrapping his fingers in Dimitri’s hair. He held Dimitri’s head in place and began bucking his hips, intensifying Dimitri’s gags as his balls slapped Dimitri’s chin. Rodrigue closed his eyes and groaned, hilting himself in Dimitri before pulling out and slapping Dimitri’s cheek with his hard, dripping cock. “Are you ready to take me?” Dimitri gulped and nodded and Rodrigue crawled back between Dimitri’s spread legs, gripping his hips.
Sylvain bit his lip as he watched Rodrigue position himself and slowly sink into Dimitri’s slick pussy, inch by inch. Dimitri threw an arm over his eyes and whined as Rodrigue took his time to bottom out. Sylvain pumped his fist faster as Rodrigue pulled back and snapped his hips back in one fluid motion, causing Dimitri to cry out. Rodrigue smirked and leaned down over Dimitri, bucking his hips, pounding into Dimitri, eliciting little noises from him. Rodrigue panted as he fucked Dimitri, his length sliding in and out of him, and Sylvain would’ve given anything for the friction of his hand to be replaced with Dimitri’s warmth.
As Rodrigue got close to orgasm, his hips getting shakier, Dimitri wrapped his legs around Rodrigue, trapping him. Sylvain’s eyes widened. Why was Dimitri doing that? If he got pregnant, that would surely give him away! But Rodrigue persisted, not letting up his pace. Sylvain stood, transfixed.
“Tell me you want it,” Rodrigue growled.
“Please, daddy,” Dimitri whined. “Please knock me up!”
Rodrigue and Sylvain both threw back their heads as Rodrigue came, releasing deep inside of Dimitri. Sylvain held himself back, not wanting to leave evidence of his presence on the floor. He watched as Rodrigue pulled out, cum dribbling from Dimitri’s cunt, and leaned down to press a sensual kiss to Dimitri’s lips. That was the last thing that Sylvain saw before quietly closing the door and dashing to his room to finish himself off.
~~~
The next morning, Sylvain, Felix, Rodrigue, and Dimitri sat eating breakfast, with Rodrigue and Dimitri discussing the different implications of the farming policies that Dimitri and Felix had been discussing just a couple of weeks ago, when they had decided to invite Rodrigue for a visit in the first place. Sylvain and Felix sat in silence until Sylvain cleared his throat.
“Yes?” Rodrigue asked, turning his attention to Sylvain.
“Nothing. I just heard that you two had a good night last night,” he bit, and Rodrigue’s eyes widened. Dimitri, to his credit, just cocked his head in confusion.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Dimitri lied, oblivious. Sylvain slammed his fork on the table.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Dimitri. I know that you two fucked last night!” he exclaimed. Felix nearly choked on his water.
“Why would you possibly think that—” Dimitri began, but Rodrigue put a hand out to cut him off.
“It’s alright. Sylvain, I’m unsure how you know that but…yes. Dimitri and I engaged in coitus last night,” Rodrigue said slowly. Felix looked like he was going to vomit.
“Don’t call it coitus,” Felix moaned.
Sylvian turned to Felix. “ That’s what you’re concerned about? Felix, your husband just cheated on you with your father, and you’re concerned about the word he used to describe it?!” he exclaimed. Dimitri winced and Felix calmly put down his own utensils.
“I knew, Sylvain,” Felix said plainly. “Why do you think I wasn’t in my own room last night?”
“Wait, you knew? And you’re ok with it?” Sylvain asked, flabbergasted.
Felix shrugged. “It was my idea.”
Sylvain’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “What—why?!”
“We want a kid, and I can’t exactly get Dimitri pregnant,” Felix responded.
Sylvain took a moment to process what Felix had said, but then seemed to deflate a bit. “You want a kid, so you asked your old man to knock up your husband?” Felix nodded. “Well, why didn’t you ask me?”
Dimitri smiled warmly at Sylvain, but Felix was the one to respond. “We didn’t want people knowing I’m not the father. We couldn’t risk the kid coming out with a Crest of Gautier or bright red hair. The kid needs to have one of our Crests, if any, and look like us, so that made the logical answer to our problem…”
“Rodrigue,” Sylvain finished, and Felix nodded. Sylvain had to admit, he still felt a little hurt. He’d laid with Felix and Dimitri before, and had hoped he’d be their first choice for something like this, but it was yet another thing his Crest, his lineage, had taken from him. “I understand.”
Dimitri reached a hand across the table and placed it on top of Sylvain’s. “Thank you, friend. And I appreciate your anticipated discretion in this matter,” he said, blue eye sparkling. Sylvain just sighed and smiled back in response.
“So, pretty soon, you’re going to have a royal brat running around the castle?” he asked.
Dimitri let out a hearty laugh. “I wouldn’t call them a brat, per se, but yes, hopefully soon, we will have a child.” He put a hand on his stomach and looked lovingly at Rodrigue. “With Rodrigue’s help.” Felix rolled his eyes.
Sylvain leaned back and put his hands behind his head, smiling. “So, Felix, did you know your man has a daddy kink?”