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“Fu– nnhgah-!” Nai threw his head back as he moaned into the open air of the stables. An orgasm that left his limbs shaking ran through his body like a hunting dog chasing after its prey as he heaved for air while laid out in a pile of hay.
The night was much cooler than the King had been expecting. Almost cold enough to make him regret letting his most trusted servant convince him to strip down to nothing more than his linen shirt. Even then, the single article of clothing that had meant to fight off the fall breeze had been bunched up around his shoulders to expose the swell of his chest and causing his nipples to pebble. The chill in the air was quickly forgotten as Legato leaned forward and warmed the bud in his mouth. His work was rewarded by a soft moan from the blond beneath him, the hand that was tangled in blue hair tightened and gave him no way to escape his new position.
“Again. I want another one.” King Nai demanded breathlessly. “Don’t stop until I say.”
Not breaking his focus, Legato started moving his hips again as his tongue swirled around his King’s nipple. With the royal caged under his arms, and a pale thigh thrown over his shoulder, Legato rolled his hips in time with Nai’s inhibited moans. The hay wasn’t the softest thing they had ever fucked in, and the stable hands could definitely hear them from how loud Nai was being, but Legato couldn’t find in himself to care. His hand snaked between them, feeling through the mess they had made to find the bundle of nerves that sat near the top of the King’s slit and thumbed over it. Legato moaned around the nipple in his mouth as Nai’s overused pussy clenched tightly at the new sensation.
“Fuck!” The King shouted as he was thrown from one orgasm straight into another.
“Again! Again!” Nai chanted before his eyes had fully rolled back into place. His moans were becoming higher pitched, and more wanton with every thrust. “Make me cum again!”
It had been a long while since either of them had a chance to have each other in such a way. Legato posed as nothing more than a lowly kitchen wench during the daylight hours, which left little time for the two to see each other, save for the rare moment they passed each other in the halls. After his duties in the kitchen and stables, Legato would often be the one to act as the one to refill drinks for whatever guests the castle was hosting, and when it was called upon him, he’d follow the drunken nobles to their rooms to play out his real role as the King’s best spy.
As much as King Nai hated how his favorite spymaster was treated like a common whore by the rest of the court, he couldn’t deny that it worked remarkably well. It had gained him a plethora of secrets to exploit, and many brokered deals that had been the cause for his kingdom to flourish. The running rumor was that he had an army of spies– millions of them. Each one acting like a knife that he could twist at any moment. The truth of the matter being that while he did have a good number of spies, they were all useless when compared to his most loyal.
Legato had started to pick up speed. His thrusts became more erratic as Nai clung to him and cried out with every bounce on his cock as his pussy was further abused by his own command. Led by a sharp tug in his hair, Legato released the dusty pink bud from his mouth and met the King in a heated kiss. Teeth nipped at the servant’s lips until they opened enough for Nai to bully his tongue inside. Legato winced from the pain as his split lip was caught between teeth, but when Nai went to pull away with worry lining every crease on his face, Legato crashed their lips back together. The fear of hurting his favorite servant was quickly forgotten about as clever fingers circled the King’s clit and pushed him over the edge again.
Screaming into the kiss, Nai scrambled to find anything to ground himself without clawing down Legato’s sides and ruining the bandages that were still wrapped snugly around the thin frame. Both of the King’s hands found refuge in blue hair as tears rolled down ivory cheeks and Nai shook through yet another orgasm.
They had been at this for what felt like hours, and some small part of Legato’s mind didn’t doubt that it had been exactly that long. The last time they had been able to simply be alone together had felt like an eternity ago. Legato had gone to inform the King that he was leaving with one of the lords of the court that he had suspicions about. King Nai wasn’t happy with the idea of Legato leaving, but he never was. That night had been gentle and filled with promises of returning safely, the spy having to yet again remind the monarch that lowly kitchen whores didn’t travel with a full team of guards no matter how much Nai wanted them to. Legato had no intention of becoming a liar while away, but the lord he had thought to be some careless bastard turned out to be far more cruel than anticipated. Then again, he hadn’t counted on getting caught when trying to send a letter back to the King, but that was the way his line of work went.
The King had been as calm and collected as he always was when he was informed of Legato’s return. It had been months since Legato originally had promised to come back, and he was sure that the sight of his blood stained clothes and still oozing wounds was enough to give most people of the court a freight. The cold and calculated glare of his King shattered before a drop of blood could hit the polished floors. Royal arms caught him before he could fall off his horse, and fearfully gently hands brushed blue hair out of Legato’s eyes so he could look upon his savior as a terrified shout disguised as an order rang out to get the physicians.
Legato had spent the entire week in the medical wing of the castle receiving the top care the kingdom had to offer. Everything from the split lip he sported to the chipped knife still embedded in his side was looked at with utmost care. It hadn’t taken very long at all for Legato to start feeling better, and he found himself antsy to return to his post in the kitchen so he didn’t miss any possible plans to harm the King.
Despite causing his own flurry of rumors, King Nai had barely left his side the entire time. The single time he did, Legato had seized the chance to escape the overwhelming monotony of the hospital and went to check on his horse in the stables. In his mind, it was a much simpler task to care for the horses than to get swept up cleaning dishes or prepping the next meal for the pompous guests of the castle. The spymaster would never run away from Nai, but the strict bed rest had made his skin itch from the lack of things to do, and he had fully planned on returning, but the King found him first.
That’s how the King found him, brushing out horses and making sure their blankets were secured for the cold night ahead.
The same King who pushed him against the stall’s walls with a punishing kiss while harping about how Legato needed his rest. The very same King who tripped and brought them both tumbling into the fresh hay before getting handsy and working them both up until Legato happily removed the layer of clothes that kept them both from feeling each other so he could sink into King Nai’s wet heat.
The same King that commanded Legato to keep fucking into him, and was moaning through yet another orgasm as Legato was failing to starve off his own.
“Nai–” Legato moaned as he thrusted through the aftershocks that still wrecked the King’s body. He wasn’t going to last much longer, no matter how much he wanted to. His traitorous body tightened as King Nai spasmed around him, and Legato came with a cry.
The stillness that followed as Legato waited for the world to stop spinning and for his cock to stop pulsing inside his King, was serene. The hot, heavy clouds from their shared breaths in the autumn air, and the warmth that had built between them, had the pair perfectly content in the coolness of the open stables. The King was flushed down to his chest, and Legato marveled at how beautifully it stood in contrast to the pale skin.
“Nai,” The spy tried again. His voice drew the King from their blissful afterglow and he hummed quizzically in response.
“I’m okay.”
The hands in Legato’s hair tightened, and the monarch panted for breath.
He echoed his earlier command. “Again.”
“Nai, I’m okay.” Legato pressed worshiping kisses to the redden skin below him as he relaxed fully into the arms of his King.
“Again.” King Nai said softer, his hands shaking. Legato politely assumed they were doing that from the cold, and it was so biting that the King’s eyes were watering as well.
“I’m okay.”
“Again.” Nai whispered between them. Brilliant blue eyes squeezed shut to hide the tears that shouted their presence as they rolled down his cheeks.
“I’m okay Nai, I’m okay.” Legato reassured just as softly.
“Fuck-” The King’s composure broke as a sob tore through his chest and he pulled Legato closer so he could bury his face in deep blue hair. “I thought I lost you.” He confessed quietly.
“I’m right here.” The spy responded with soothing hands to calm the shuddering gasps. “I promised to be back, I’m sorry I took so long, but I’m right here. I’m okay.”
The King sobbed in Legato’s arms, finding comfort in the fact his love was still breathing against him, that he was still alive.
“You’re never leaving my side again. I refuse to allow this to happen again.” Nai sniffled, his tears turning to anger as his hand slid down to the reddened bandage.
“Then who would protect you?” Legato questioned quietly as he kissed across the crown of Nai’s head.
It was an old argument, one they had repeated many, many times. It was the only time Legato ever refused his King, the only time he would dare to say no to the ruler, was when he was commanded to leave his post. Everything from knighthood to lordships had been offered, but they would all take Legato away and sweep him up in the dramas of the court. They would all prevent him from being able to truly protect his King. The answer was always going to be no, and Nai knew it.
“You need to get back in bed before you rip open your stitches.” King Nai deflected. “We need to hurry before you catch a cold in this chill.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Legato paused his gentle praises and nodded as he moved to gather their clothes.