With one last look toward the door to make sure it has been locked, Loog/i> claims Ashe's hand in his, gives it a tug so soft it should defy his Blaiddyd heritage. ]
Walk with me?
[ As short a walk as it is, anyway, from the conference table to his newly instated throne. It seems... so much bigger than him. So grandiose in meaning, and in the knowledge that his people have been liberated and will now follow their own path under his rule... But, is he truly ready for it? ]
Soon, all the major lords in Faerghus will bend the knee for me. Minor lords will follow, and our knights, soon after. It is... overwhelming to think about.
[ And yet, rule he must, anyway. And yet, he takes his rightful seat at the throne, pulling at and guiding Ashe to stand between his spread out legs as he looks up. ]
Will you help me allay these troubled thoughts? Will you swear fealty to your King, as only you can?
[He need not even ask - when Loog takes his hand, Ashe follows willingly, feeling his heart beat fast in his chest. It's not like this is the first time this has happened, and yet he still feels a rush every time.
Despite Loog's own troubled thoughts, all Ashe can think when he sees his beloved king on the throne is the final realization of all they've worked for. The people of Faerghus will be free now, and far better taken care of under Loog's rule than that of the Empire. That's what he sincerely believes in his heart, at least. He has never seen a man so just, wise, and kind as Loog.
So when he is pulled forward, guided to stand between his king's legs, he can't help but stare for a moment, just drinking him in.
Then, he nods, and lowers himself to one knee, head practically buried in Loog's lap.]
You already know I do. I swear it with my everything. You are my King, my only King, forever.
[ There is fondness in his eyes as Loog watches him kneel, an unspoken level of appreciation beyond that which any other esteemed knight could earn. Yes, Ashe is his closest, and a King is what Loog must be -- to him, and to the newly founded Holy Kingdom of Faerghus alike. But it's not what he means to be, at least not right now, not in these few precious moments they can allow themselves to indulge in simple company.
A hand darts out to cradle the side of Ashe's face, slides to hook under his chin. By leaning in, he can close the gap that remains between them, let their lips press and linger together, brushing past even as they part. ]
It is no king who stands before you now. [ Said in a whisper, free hand reaching around Ashe to pull his body flush between his legs. ] So should you kneel and bow your head to me, it must not be as a knight, either.
[Ashe's body grows taught at the kiss, not in fear but in excitement, like his bowstring just before he loosens an arrow. He lets himself be pulled, cradled into Loog's huge body, feeling the press of his still clothed manhood against him (they'll have to fix that, momentarily).
He reaches his hands up to begin undoing the straps of his armor, a smile growing before he presses his lips back to Loog's.]
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[ Well.
With one last look toward the door to make sure it has been locked, Loog/i> claims Ashe's hand in his, gives it a tug so soft it should defy his Blaiddyd heritage. ]
Walk with me?
[ As short a walk as it is, anyway, from the conference table to his newly instated throne. It seems... so much bigger than him. So grandiose in meaning, and in the knowledge that his people have been liberated and will now follow their own path under his rule... But, is he truly ready for it? ]
Soon, all the major lords in Faerghus will bend the knee for me. Minor lords will follow, and our knights, soon after. It is... overwhelming to think about.
[ And yet, rule he must, anyway. And yet, he takes his rightful seat at the throne, pulling at and guiding Ashe to stand between his spread out legs as he looks up. ]
Will you help me allay these troubled thoughts? Will you swear fealty to your King, as only you can?
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Despite Loog's own troubled thoughts, all Ashe can think when he sees his beloved king on the throne is the final realization of all they've worked for. The people of Faerghus will be free now, and far better taken care of under Loog's rule than that of the Empire. That's what he sincerely believes in his heart, at least. He has never seen a man so just, wise, and kind as Loog.
So when he is pulled forward, guided to stand between his king's legs, he can't help but stare for a moment, just drinking him in.
Then, he nods, and lowers himself to one knee, head practically buried in Loog's lap.]
You already know I do. I swear it with my everything. You are my King, my only King, forever.
[That everything including his body.]
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A hand darts out to cradle the side of Ashe's face, slides to hook under his chin. By leaning in, he can close the gap that remains between them, let their lips press and linger together, brushing past even as they part. ]
It is no king who stands before you now. [ Said in a whisper, free hand reaching around Ashe to pull his body flush between his legs. ] So should you kneel and bow your head to me, it must not be as a knight, either.
honestly don't remember what he was wearing lol
He reaches his hands up to begin undoing the straps of his armor, a smile growing before he presses his lips back to Loog's.]
As Ashe, then. [Another kiss.] Ashe and Loog.