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For once, it seemed the Dark Cacao kingdom had quieted.
There was no harsh snowfall, no maids running around, no guards being rushed to their posts, and no servants ushering in imports from foreign kingdoms. For once since the disgrace of Prince Dark Choco, it was as if everyone in the citadel could rest easy.
The only thing to be heard were footsteps frantically making their way and echoing through the vast halls. The sound of heavy pacing being met with hard tile, along with the sound of fine cloth dragging on the floor quickly drowned out the conversations now fading into the background.
Surprisingly, those heavy laden footsteps belonged to a rather small and dainty individual.
Affogato held his chin up high as he made his way to his chamber; his jaw was clamped shut and his hands were gripping at his robes tight enough for his knuckles to turn white.
To the untrained eye(or the less paranoid), everything seemed fine. There truly was no substantial reason for him to be as upset as he was. Besides a certain incident, the Dark Cacao kingdom has been more prosperous than it's been in years.
Despite that, he couldn’t shake the swirling pit of uncertainty in his stomach that was making itself more and more known everyday. As much as he hated dwelling on it, he knew It was a feeling all too familiar.
A sharp sigh escaped his lips as he turned the corner and headed to the sleeping quarters. He looked disheveled. His hair was unkempt and his clothes were now wrinkled from where he was previously clutching at the fabric. With every step he took a million worries popped into his head.
Had he gone wrong somewhere? Was it his own fault? Did he not want Affogato around anymore?
It seemed the anger on his face was noticeable; each corner he turned the knights would stand straighter than before and the maids would scurry along with their heads down muttering faint, “I’m sorry!’s” only to be drowned out by Affogato’s lingering thoughts.
weeks had passed since Affogato started being plagued with such worries and yet, they persisted.
During the day he’d try keeping them at bay, distracting himself by taking on as many menial tasks as he could, but there was no denying their presence. On somber nights, he’d find them bleeding into the escape of his dreams and he’d see himself, no longer the king’s trusted advisor but rather disgraced and exiled from court. He’d never admit it to anyone, not even himself, but it terrified him. It hadn’t been too long since he’d been promoted to advisor and the thought of losing his place made him nauseous.
Earlier that evening, they had held a court meeting in order to discuss trade matters and the like. These were the moments Affogato cherished most; They were moments when he felt in control. He felt powerful. He would listen to every miniscule, insignificant detail, and any and every piece of information that he could hold onto for later. Every now and then he would glance at the king, noticing every furrow of his brow, every sigh, and every time the permanent scowl he wore seemed like it had deepened.
It was common knowledge around the citadel just how much influence Affogato had over the king, but no one dare mention it. Affogato was wise and had a way with words, so who would mind him being the king’s most trusted advisor?
Despite the distaste he had for the king, there was a special kind of pleasure he got in knowing that he was so trusted. He and only he had this much of the king’s trust. His long and slender fingers would hold his fan up to his face as he whispered into the king’s ear. He would wait for either a nod or grunt in agreement before his decision was known. That's how it had always been.
However, this time was different.
“We should slow trade until we figure out who it is that's attacking our ships,” Affogato had advised.
There had already been a handful of times where a guard or messenger would come running into a meeting frantically wailing that their ships had been attacked. Each time it had gotten increasingly more concerning, and by the fourth time, the court was a mess of cookies arguing and hounding each other desperately trying to come up with a solution or a reason as to why this was happening. Dozens of eyes stared at the king, looking for direction. Until Dark Cacao finally spoke up.
“We should send more guards to watch over the ports.” His powerful voice bounced throughout the citadel walls but was soon drowned out by the continuous arguing.
Affogato turned to him. He lowered his fan and let out a shy smile that came off much more strained than he would have liked it to, “are you sure, my leigh?” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I think it would be wiser to-”
“I have made my decision, Affogato.”
His hand had gripped the fan tighter as he brought it back up in an attempt to hide the grimace that now adorned his face. He knew he shouldn’t argue; not when they were already in enough disarray.
“Of course, my lord. I have full confidence your decision”
It was almost sickening, just how powerless he could feel from a simple disagreement. It was almost the same feeling he felt when reminiscing about his younger days. He could feel his stomach churning in disgust.
It was not shocking to say that Dark Cacao had been distancing himself from everyone lately. (not that he was ever particularly open about his feelings to anyone before). Despite it not being surprising, it was annoying to think that Affogato was included. This was the fourth time this month that Affogato’s advice wasn’t even considered. Although Dark Choco cookie being banished was a setback, the advisor was sure he could bounce back. He always did.
He’d just have to think of something. Perhaps he was being too paranoid about the king distancing himself from his advisor in particular, perhaps this was just a bad month. He’d quickly realized that consoling himself was of no use.
He’d rather be paranoid than ignorant. He’d gotten so far, and screwed over far too many people, it was only right he did all he could.
Affogato Seldom mentions the prince’s banishment, well aware how much of a sore spot it is for the king, but maybe that could work in his best interest now?
“My leigh, you’ve been nothing but a good father,”
“My leigh, it pains me to see you in such turmoil,”
“My leigh, I am here to carry this kingdom's burdens alongside you,”
Those are the disgusting sugar coated words Affogato has been spewing these past months, but maybe it wasn’t working. If the king kept disagreeing with him then one of the other power hungry vultures would come in and take his spot near the king that he had worked so hard for.
As he pushed the doors of his bed chamber open he came to a conclusion. He needed a new approach.
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Time kept going, as usual. The winter season when the winds would get harsher and the blizzards more frequent was approaching and much to Affogato’s pleasure, the loss of Dark Choco cookie was still weighing heavy on the king.
There was an almost palpable feeling of regret around the citadel that persisted its way into the new season. It was almost taboo to even mention the disgraced prince, so much so that on some days you’d forget the Dark Cacao kingdom ever even had one. What had once been a sore spot was now an open wound, and who better to tend to it than Affogato?
Besides just distancing himself, It was becoming increasingly more common for the king to be distracted during meetings. Under different circumstances that would be a good thing for Affogato but right now it was just bothersome.
Affogato straightened out his shoulders as he walked through the boundless castle halls, both hands working to push a small cart holding freshly brewed tea and a wide array of Hollyberrian pastries. His hair was pinned up casually using a golden hair clip, a gift from the golden cheese kingdom and his slim figure hidden by a silk nightgown, two of the many perks that came with being of such high rank.
He’d spent the whole evening coming up with an idea on how to get the ancient to open up.
If he couldn’t get his attention when discussing kingdom affairs, he'd have to show the king just how much he cared for him outside of simple obligation. Maybe in the comfort of his own room he’d be more open to persuasion.
He took long strides, eager and feeling the excitement bubbling up in his chest. He would occasionally greet knights and workers as he passed, making sure to send small smiles their way.
The knights standing by the large doors of the king’s bedchamber bowed at Affogato’s presence. He brought a hand up to the doors and knocked.
“My liege, I’ve brought you tea.”
He made sure to waive off the guards, pressing his hands on the small of their backs and urging them to take a break. Unsurprisingly, they did. Under different circumstances Affogato would be irritated by how easily they abandon their post.
He quickly pushed the doors open as soon as he heard the faintest “come in” from the other side.
When he was inside, he was hit with the pungent smell of incense. It was strong but welcoming nonetheless. The room itself was spacious and well adorned with tapestries weaved of gold and silk thread draped along the walls. There was minimal decoration, opting for a more traditional look.
He’d only stepped foot in there twice, both instances no longer than a few minutes yet they were burned into his mind; a reminder of his ambitions and what would soon be his. When he inevitably gets this room along with the crown, he’ll make sure to decorate it with lavish shows of wealth whether they be expensive garments, ornaments, or foreign treasures.
“Thank you,” he heard dark cacao say as he was pulled out of his thoughts. As Affogato sat down next to him, he couldn’t help but notice something.
He looked tired. His eye bags had become more prominent and he almost looked sickly. Perhaps the great and powerful Dark Cacao was finally starting to wear himself out. Affogato held back a grin.
“My Leigh, you look tired. Everyone is sick with worry.” Dark Cacao merely grunted in response.
“Do not worry about me. I’m doing fine.” what bullshit.
“You put too much stress on yourself. Please, do not be afraid to let others carry that burden with you.” He pulled the cart closer.
“I’ve brought you some pastries and tea. You see, I really have-” he paused.
Dark Cacao was giving him a look that he couldn’t quite read.
“Affogato” he interrupted, “forgive me for my bluntness, but may I ask a favor?”
Hm? “Of course, my Leigh, you know you can trust me.” He swears, if he gets asked to leave, He’s going to-
“Spend the night with me, Affogato.”
Huh?
Affogato could feel his brain short circuiting.
His breath hitched as he looked at the older man in confusion.
“I… I’m not sure what you mean, my Leigh.”
Dark cacao sighed before continuing, “Please, don’t feel the need to play coy. If I made you uncomfortable, I’d rather you just tell me, as that was not my intention. Just one night. That’s all I ask of you.”
As much distaste as he has for Dark Cacao, he can’t deny that he’s not horrible to look at. If he had been asked this some other time he would have found it at least a little bit arousing, but now looking at the desperate expression he wore, paired with eye bags one only attained through countless sleepless nights he just felt pity; pity and opportunity.
This wasn’t a dream. And this definitely wasn’t an illusion. This was his way in; maybe not the one he’d planned, but a way in nonetheless.
As silence settled in the room, Dark Cacao spoke up once more, “of course you can refuse and-“
“When did I say no?”
There was another long stretch of silence.
This time however, Affogato wasn’t lost in his thoughts but rather the deep and somber eyes that stared back at him.
Without warning, he felt Dark Cacao’s lips press firmly against his own. The younger man wasted no time in bringing his fingers up to start hastily undoing the buttons of his own nightgown. As their lips slotted together in a sloppy, saliva ridden kiss, Dark Cacao swiftly followed Affogato’s actions. He brought a hand up to work on his own nightgown before breaking the kiss and pulling it up over his head. Affogato leaned back on his elbows, watching the way the older man’s chest rose and the way the scars adorning his powerful body would change when he inhaled. The way he was being eyed hungrily was not missed.
Before either of them could form a coherent thought, their lips were together again. It was way too messy. Affogato could feel himself practically drooling as they lapped at each other's tongues. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to get his tongue down the king’s throat or if he was allowing the other’s tongue in his. He could feel the warmth radiating from Dark Cacao as their bare chests were now pressed flush against each other.
Affogato let out pleased hums at every touch. This wouldn’t be the first time he's had to use his charms to get what he wanted, but it would be the first time he's had to inconvenience himself with pleasures of the flesh.
If he weren’t so desperate, he’d find it appalling having to stoop so low and let himself be treated like a mistress or, god forbid, some common whore. He’d found himself spacing out during the constant touches that Dark Cacao was giving him, so he hastily pushed those thoughts away, choosing to stay focused on the task at hand.
“Ahh.. my leigh..” he breathed out, trying to sound as alluring as possible.
In the end, did it really matter how low he stooped as long as he got what he wanted? It’s not like the ancient would be around long enough to tell anyone about this… encounter. It was all about putting on a show, and witches, could Affogato put on a show.
His whole livelihood was built upon ‘putting on a show’. Just because the stage was different this time didn’t mean Affogato couldn’t perform just as well.
Yes, just like politics, this could come easy to him if it meant it’d give him the upper hand. And so, Affogato remembered what he used to tell himself in order to get on people’s good side. Act interested, and don’t forget to ham it up.
“Is this alright?” He heard Dark Cacao say as he was pulled out of his thoughts once again.
He nods. “Please, keep going...” This time, he lets out a big heaving breath, making sure to shimmy his hips and make his eyes flutter shut.
The older male listens, latching onto the smooth skin of Affogato’s neck, sucking and leaving marks that would be a problem for tomorrow. For a second, he lets himself get lost in the feeling, basking in it just enough to keep letting out little sighs in hopes of enticing the king further.
Slender fingers go up to run through long, black hair.
He wishes he could read the others' thoughts. Was this the most aroused he’s been all his life? He certainly looked aroused. Did he like being in control or would he like it better if Affogato took charge?
He was caught off guard by the feeling of strong and calloused hands tugging at his undergarments.
Ah. Seems he wants to get straight to the point.
This time, Affogato rolls his hips, letting out whines in-between the ‘Ah!- my Leigh!’s and ‘please- please-’s
Notably, Dark Cacao seems to rather enjoy the exaggerated reactions of his advisor. He would let out small hums in response and take long, drawn out looks at the man underneath him. Hm. He’d be sure to keep that in mind.
“My leigh, I need you..” He moved his hands to gesture at the now exposed, lower parts of his body, looking away and feigning a shy(and hopefully erotic enough) expression.
There was something in Dark Cacao’s eyes that seemed as clear as day to him. Affogato was well known to be observant, and he could read the king like a book. Dark Cacao didn’t like being weak, but rather holding the burden for others. It's not that he particularly liked doing things for others, but he liked being reliable. Perhaps he’d be especially fond of pleasing his partner in bed?
As Affogato leaned back, Dark cacao wrapped strong fingers around his half-hard arousal.
It wasn’t enticing in the slightest considering the lack of lubrication, but Affogato still managed to buck his hips up and let out another inviting sound.
From where he lay, he could see the full hard-on the king was sporting, and witches, he was big.
Dark Cacao himself looked…flustered? Or as close to it as he could get. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier and he was looking down at affogato with half-lidded eyes.
“My Leigh, I don’t think I can wait any longer -” The advisor let a manicured hand go up to cup the other's clothed erection.
Just looking at it was intimidating, but feeling it pressing against the palm of his hand would be enough to make a weaker man faint. He knew, eventually, he would have to take all of it, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a sense of excitement washing over him at the thought. At least he’d partially enjoy it, too.
He could feel the way the warrior shuttered at the sensation and see the way his eyes squeezed shut.
Now, for his next trick. The younger male let his legs spread wide, exposing his balls and the tight, twitching ring of muscle beneath them.
He doesn’t know what he’s expecting. Maybe for Dark Cacao to practically jump him like some kind of wild animal, or maybe to be told how good he looks or something, anything, but instead, nothing.
He just stares. Almost blankly. Almost creepily. He’d think the ancient were disappointed if it weren't for the blush that was starting to creep up his neck and ears.
Affogato lifts his back off the bed and finds himself leaning against his elbows and looking up, confused; the most genuine reaction he’s had so far.
“Forgive me, I …I am unaware as to how it is done between two men.”
Ah.
“Well..” Affogatto can feel his expression soften this time. Surprisingly, he feels more shock than irritation.
“Since men don’t naturally produce lubrication through here,” he gestures towards his ass. “You have to use some kind of oil or lubrication and stretch it out beforehand.”
In return he gets an expression that's almost… embarrassed? Awkward?
The moods totally dead now and they're just staring at each other, completely naked and slightly confused. Affogato grabs part of the bed sheet to cover his lower half, unsure if they’re even going to continue.
“I’m sorry If I'm unable to satisfy you. I have never been with anyone so intimately before.” His voice sounds so defeated it almost makes Affogato feel bad. Almost.
“No it’s… it’s alright. I apologize if I made you feel nervous.” he sits up.
“You’ve been nothing but kind to me, indulging me like this. Please, don’t apologize.”
There's just silence between them. It’s the middle of the night and the rest of the citadel is asleep. There's no maids pestering them, no other members of the court nagging in their ear, just them.
“I can suck it, if you like.”
The far older, yet somehow more inexperienced man is looking at him like some shy virgin and Affogato is way more intrigued right now than he was before.
All he gets in response is a small nod from Dark Cacao, and that's enough for him to pounce.
His hands are immediately on the others' shaft, rubbing it from the base all the way up to the pink tinted tip already dripping pre cum. It’s surprisingly average in length but what it’s missing in length it makes up for in girth. It takes both of Affogato’s hands to be able to cover the base fully, and having it in his hands, and oh so close to his face he can’t help but think about what it’ll feel like when he’s finally able to have it in his ass.
It doesn’t take long for Affogato to have it in his mouth. It’s almost painful from how thick it is, he wouldn’t be surprised if he dislocated his jaw. Grey eyes are shut tight as he focuses on not choking on the cock he currently has shoved down his throat. He hums around it. From having his nose pressed up against the other’s lower abdomen to having his lips wrapped around the head, he’s attentive.
He can hear the faint grunts and pants coming from the man in front of him. Occasionally, he’ll hear his name being said in a way that makes him aware of the growing sensation between his own legs.
He looks up and sees an expression that part of him wishes he could keep in the recesses of his mind forever. For a moment, he lets himself forget how much hatred he holds for the man in front of him and lets himself revel in the eroticism of it all. He’s the only one who’s ever seen dark cacao in this state. He’s the only one who’s ever made him feel this good. By default, he’s the best he’s ever had.
He probably looks like nothing more than a whore you’d find on the street right now, but those feelings of disgust are drowned out by the pride he feels in being able to make the king of the Dark Cacao kingdom and vanquisher of the two legendary dragons fall apart in front of him.
His hands are working steadily on the parts of it that he doesn’t have down his throat. Delicate fingers trace the outlines and grooves of his veins while his tongue is busy tasting the most intimate parts of him. It’s almost dreadfully salty, but he can’t get enough. He’s letting out whines and puffs now that aren’t premeditated like before.
It’s the dead of night and it’s just the two of them. It’s the dead of night and instead of sleeping he has the king’s cock shoved down his throat.
His senses are being overloaded with Dark Cacao, Dark Cacao, Dark Cacao, and he’s allowing it. He’s not disgusted, he’s not horrified, but he’s drunk on it.
He’s drunk on the feeling he gets in the pit of his stomach whenever he hears his name being called. He’s drunk on the feeling he gets when he feels a tug on his hair. He’s drunk on the feeling he gets thinking about how in a couple of hours they’ll be discussing kingdom affairs and no one will know what happened between them hours prior.
His lips wrap around the head as he looks up at the other man with tear filled eyes, and it's as if shame is nonexistent.
Distantly, he wonders if he really will get the chance to feel Dark Cacao filling him to the brim.
He takes the other’s cock out of his mouth with a ‘pop’ before giving it a few more pumps and letting him cum on his face. Strong hands that were once gripping and tugging at his hair go limp.
He lets himself fall back and truly revel in it. He’s still painfully hard and the drying cum on his face is getting itchy but it doesn’t matter if it means he can just bask in this kind of euphoria for even a second longer. He doesn’t even care that Dark Cacao didn’t return the favor. Nothing matters more right now than this moment; a moment where he’s in a disgusting puddle of sweat and cum and feelings he’ll have to think about in the morning.