Royal Charms
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Mikaru/Tegoshi (Dio/NEWS)
AU, pwp, crossover, 2150 words, NC-17
Tegoshi is requested to be part of the King's court.
"I am pleased to meet you, my King." He curtsied, one hand lifting his skirt just the slightest bit, an act that put a smirk on the man in front of him.
"And I am just as pleased to see you join my court this day." Mikaru rose from his throne, stepped up to his newcomer. "You're truly a beautiful thing," he complimented as he reached for the hand he had watched move the skirt, "Tegoshi, was it?"
"Yes." He blushed at the kiss pressed to the back of his hand.
"Although you are not of pure royal blood, I will make sure you are treated as if you were." Tegoshi wasn't sure what to make of the expression the King wore. It looked anticipating, content, and, of course, powerful. This man was not someone you would want to upset or deny.
In fact, he was sometimes so frightening that the people had started passing rumours around, about how their King made cruel plans and worked on secret projects that no one would be able to find out about. When he got the offer he had first hesitated because of that, but Tegoshi figured he should let rumours be rumours and get an impression of his own. And at the first look, he was most certainly impressed.
The King was well built, with a smooth and healthy face, eyes light green, beautiful yet somehow piercing, spellbinding. His dark hair was spiky, and Tegoshi was not sure how or why, but it looked different, and different was a description that definitely fitted the King.
"I will see you at dinner time, my dear. Off you go now! My servants have prepared a room for you, your belongings will have been brought up from the stables by now." He waved quickly with his left hand, and from what seemed like nowhere a butler appeared, ready to guide the new member of the court to his room. "Tegoshi, I hope you are prepared to embrace your new life. You will make a fine princess."
"Tegoshi dear, will you follow me to my room? We have a lot to talk about." Dinner was since long finished, servants were discreetly removing the dessert plates from the marble table. Mikaru's invite was not one to decline, Tegoshi knew that, and he followed the King out of the dining hall. His shoes caused echoing sounds to bounce off the high walls, but no one seemed to mind, even less bother to listen. Mikaru didn't hurry, no, the walk up the stairs was more a slow stroll than anything. By the time they reached the King's sleeping quarters they had had time to discuss subjects such as the knee-long dress Tegoshi had been given, his mother, who was a childhood friend of the King, Tegoshi's interests and hobbies and much more. He made sure to not question Mikaru in any of his opinions - he hadn't even asked why he wad to wear that dress. "Do as you are told", his mother had said, and that was what he was intending to do.
"Tegoshi," the King's hand rested on the door handle, "I assume you know what princesses are expected to do here in my castle?"
He hadn't known, but when it came down to it, he couldn't say he minded. He was put in a chair and slowly, slowly his shoes were removed, each followed by a light kiss on his bare knee, socks being slipped off just a few seconds later. He needed only to hold on to the broad shoulders and Mikaru had lifted him onto the oversized bed, onto the silken sheets, gently laid him down on his back. Warm fingers made their way up along the inner side of his thigh, under the skirt, to the soft underwear that hid his most private parts. They barely touched them before they were drawn back, coming up to brush Tegoshi's cheek, angle his head before their lips were brought together. He was soft, yet strong and dominant, and if there would have been any questions about authorities from Tegoshi's part, just that small kiss made everything clear as glass. The moment Mikaru pulled away he tried to follow his movements, but he was denied another meeting of lips. Instead there was a hand on his shoulder, telling him to sit up on his knees, then turn around until he was facing the headboard. His dress was pulled over his head, leaving him in his underwear and the corset the butler had helped him to tie. For some reason Tegoshi could feel himself shaking, shivering, and not from freezing, because he was burning hot. Was it anticipation? Mikaru had barely touched him yet he was ready to give up his world to him if only he asked. As long as he could feel like this forever.
"Put your hands on the headboard." It was a low whisper in his left ear, hot breath against his neck as the King leaned against him from behind. He did as told, spread his legs as a response to the hand on the inside of his thigh, felt Mikaru fitting in between them.
And he was surprised to feel skilled fingers work on the laces of the corset instead of getting his underwear off right away. Even after it had fallen off him he wasn't moved, wasn't told to switch to another position. No, Mikaru's fingers were still against his skin, back and forth across his chest. They reached his belly button, and he gasped, just slight but yet enough to make a sound. A soft chuckle close to his ear, and the arms tightened the hold on him, bringing them even closer together. Mikaru's chest was bare against his back, his
lips soft on his left shoulder, and he was shivering harder.
"We should get this pierced, shouldn't we?" The King was pulling on the skin just above his navel. Tegoshi nodded hesitantly, although he could definitely say he had never considered piercing himself at all. "It would be hot." Suddenly he knew that he definitely would get pierced, and he had no idea where that decision really came from. All he knew was that the King was behind him, rubbing against him, and all he could do was hold on.
Mikaru's right hand turned Tegoshi's head, capturing his lips in a kiss, while the other slipped into his underwear, jerking the erection Tegoshi had barely been aware of until it was touched. He thrust towards the touch, gasping and shuddering, the King smirking against his cheek.
"Now Tegoshi, why don't you do me a favour?" The arms unwrapped from around him, and the warm body was gone from his back. Slowly, because he felt strange, almost intoxicated, he let go of the headboard and turned around to see his King removing his last piece of clothing. Tegoshi froze, for a moment realizing what was going on, as if mist had suddenly cleared from in front of him. Then the King whispered his name, their eyes met, and he no longer hesitated. The man in front of him was beautiful, and he had never been so turned on, yet he had never even consider rolling around in bed with a man. But he knew he needed this, he needed his King. He was spellbound.
So he ended up kneeling between Mikaru's thighs, lips and tongue playing over his erection. There was a hand moving through his soft hair, settling on his head to control his movements. The barely audible sounds that escaped the King's throat made Tegoshi strangely proud, even aroused him further. He could please his King, just like he had been pleased.
"Lay on your back." Once again he complied orders without thinking, placing himself in the middle of the bed while Mikaru got off it. He was gone for half a minute, coming back with a glass bottle, yet those thirty seconds were enough for the mist to clear again. What was he even doing naked on another man's bed?
"Tegoshi." The green eyes comforted him, despite the colour being too bright to be natural. They made him sink back into continued arousal where he, as if knowing by nature what was coming, spread his legs wide. Mikaru mumbled something about impatience while he opened the bottle, letting its content drip onto Tegoshi's crotch. He smeared his right hand in it, spread it over his rock hard cock, smirking as the other's hips moved desperately against the contact. It amused him how Tegoshi wriggled on the bed, but he didn't keep up for too long. Instead his hand moved lower between the slim thighs, rubbing over the opening.
It was a strange sensation, having that part of his body stimulated, a feeling he had never felt before. It wasn't unpleasant, quite the opposite, but he was unused to it. One finger slipped inside and he yelped, muffling his own sound with the back of his hand. The other hand was at his straining erection, intending to touch but ended up surprised by the substance that the King had covered it in. It wasn't completely liquid, it stuck to his palm and it wouldn't just run off. Was it some kind of oil, perhaps?
"No touching." Mikaru had noticed the hesitating hand, and obedient as he was Tegoshi let it just fall to the side. Pressure was added when another finger pushed inside, slowly moving back and forth. Tegoshi knew what was going on, what was going to happen - he had done that to several girls but never ever expected himself to be on the receiving end of similar actions. And much less that he would be enjoying it the way he did.
From then it didn't take long until he was on all fours, arms shaking as he waited. The King was behind him, pushing his thighs apart just the slightest bit more before slipping a finger inside him again, then more of the foreign substance was applied. And finally Mikaru pushed inside him, all the way, and Tegoshi gasped. His hip was in the firm grip of the King's palm, slowly forcing him to move rather than he himself making an effort to thrust. And he moved, mind numb from the strange sensations, the way just the touch of Mikaru's fingertips would give off sparks so strong it wasn't natural. None of this was natural, not to Tegoshi, yet he felt like this was meant to be, and this was where and how he wanted to spend the rest of his days. With that warm, toned body against his, starting to move, muscles contracting and relaxing. For a split second he wished he could see it with his own eyes instead of imagining what he couldn't view, the next he was on his back again, the King pushing into him once more. The light green eyes pierced his mind, and he forgot any worries he had left.
Tegoshi was writhing beneath him, wriggling and shaking with his head thrown back, arching his neck. The King smirked as he felt fingertips brush his abdomen, then full palms when he didn't stop them. Finally he was coming along, finally. Mikaru bent over him, placing a kiss just below his Adam's apple, then moved over to his ear. And although he was whispering against it, he wasn't completely sure if Tegoshi would hear his words.
"Are you coming, dear?" Despite his frantic nodding, the answer was a shaky "not yet". The lips left his earlobe, left his entire body. The King was going faster, being rougher, and when Tegoshi opened his eyes it was like an electric shock went through his nervous system. Those loud, desperate sounds, was it really himself making them?
"Are you coming?" The King asked again, making eye-contact with Tegoshi, and there was the second electric shock, more sounds. Before he had time to answer that no, just a little more, he realized he already had.
Tegoshi had already dozed off by the time the King reached his peak. He never noticed the butler cleaning him off, or the surprised face of said butler when Mikaru told him that the princess would stay the night. In fact he didn't even notice that he no longer felt the same need as he had before, until when he woke up to the sounds of birds singing in the early morning, and his first thought was to get out. But the King's arms were wrapped around him, and the King awoke as he stirred.
"Good morning, princess," a kiss pressed to his forehead, then intensive green eyes meeting his deep brown, "sleep some more, will you?" and that eye contact was all required for him to wrap his own arm around the King's bare waist, lean his head against his chest and fall back into sleep.
Mikaru/Tegoshi (Dio/NEWS)
AU, pwp, crossover, 2150 words, NC-17
Tegoshi is requested to be part of the King's court.
"I am pleased to meet you, my King." He curtsied, one hand lifting his skirt just the slightest bit, an act that put a smirk on the man in front of him.
"And I am just as pleased to see you join my court this day." Mikaru rose from his throne, stepped up to his newcomer. "You're truly a beautiful thing," he complimented as he reached for the hand he had watched move the skirt, "Tegoshi, was it?"
"Yes." He blushed at the kiss pressed to the back of his hand.
"Although you are not of pure royal blood, I will make sure you are treated as if you were." Tegoshi wasn't sure what to make of the expression the King wore. It looked anticipating, content, and, of course, powerful. This man was not someone you would want to upset or deny.
In fact, he was sometimes so frightening that the people had started passing rumours around, about how their King made cruel plans and worked on secret projects that no one would be able to find out about. When he got the offer he had first hesitated because of that, but Tegoshi figured he should let rumours be rumours and get an impression of his own. And at the first look, he was most certainly impressed.
The King was well built, with a smooth and healthy face, eyes light green, beautiful yet somehow piercing, spellbinding. His dark hair was spiky, and Tegoshi was not sure how or why, but it looked different, and different was a description that definitely fitted the King.
"I will see you at dinner time, my dear. Off you go now! My servants have prepared a room for you, your belongings will have been brought up from the stables by now." He waved quickly with his left hand, and from what seemed like nowhere a butler appeared, ready to guide the new member of the court to his room. "Tegoshi, I hope you are prepared to embrace your new life. You will make a fine princess."
"Tegoshi dear, will you follow me to my room? We have a lot to talk about." Dinner was since long finished, servants were discreetly removing the dessert plates from the marble table. Mikaru's invite was not one to decline, Tegoshi knew that, and he followed the King out of the dining hall. His shoes caused echoing sounds to bounce off the high walls, but no one seemed to mind, even less bother to listen. Mikaru didn't hurry, no, the walk up the stairs was more a slow stroll than anything. By the time they reached the King's sleeping quarters they had had time to discuss subjects such as the knee-long dress Tegoshi had been given, his mother, who was a childhood friend of the King, Tegoshi's interests and hobbies and much more. He made sure to not question Mikaru in any of his opinions - he hadn't even asked why he wad to wear that dress. "Do as you are told", his mother had said, and that was what he was intending to do.
"Tegoshi," the King's hand rested on the door handle, "I assume you know what princesses are expected to do here in my castle?"
He hadn't known, but when it came down to it, he couldn't say he minded. He was put in a chair and slowly, slowly his shoes were removed, each followed by a light kiss on his bare knee, socks being slipped off just a few seconds later. He needed only to hold on to the broad shoulders and Mikaru had lifted him onto the oversized bed, onto the silken sheets, gently laid him down on his back. Warm fingers made their way up along the inner side of his thigh, under the skirt, to the soft underwear that hid his most private parts. They barely touched them before they were drawn back, coming up to brush Tegoshi's cheek, angle his head before their lips were brought together. He was soft, yet strong and dominant, and if there would have been any questions about authorities from Tegoshi's part, just that small kiss made everything clear as glass. The moment Mikaru pulled away he tried to follow his movements, but he was denied another meeting of lips. Instead there was a hand on his shoulder, telling him to sit up on his knees, then turn around until he was facing the headboard. His dress was pulled over his head, leaving him in his underwear and the corset the butler had helped him to tie. For some reason Tegoshi could feel himself shaking, shivering, and not from freezing, because he was burning hot. Was it anticipation? Mikaru had barely touched him yet he was ready to give up his world to him if only he asked. As long as he could feel like this forever.
"Put your hands on the headboard." It was a low whisper in his left ear, hot breath against his neck as the King leaned against him from behind. He did as told, spread his legs as a response to the hand on the inside of his thigh, felt Mikaru fitting in between them.
And he was surprised to feel skilled fingers work on the laces of the corset instead of getting his underwear off right away. Even after it had fallen off him he wasn't moved, wasn't told to switch to another position. No, Mikaru's fingers were still against his skin, back and forth across his chest. They reached his belly button, and he gasped, just slight but yet enough to make a sound. A soft chuckle close to his ear, and the arms tightened the hold on him, bringing them even closer together. Mikaru's chest was bare against his back, his
lips soft on his left shoulder, and he was shivering harder.
"We should get this pierced, shouldn't we?" The King was pulling on the skin just above his navel. Tegoshi nodded hesitantly, although he could definitely say he had never considered piercing himself at all. "It would be hot." Suddenly he knew that he definitely would get pierced, and he had no idea where that decision really came from. All he knew was that the King was behind him, rubbing against him, and all he could do was hold on.
Mikaru's right hand turned Tegoshi's head, capturing his lips in a kiss, while the other slipped into his underwear, jerking the erection Tegoshi had barely been aware of until it was touched. He thrust towards the touch, gasping and shuddering, the King smirking against his cheek.
"Now Tegoshi, why don't you do me a favour?" The arms unwrapped from around him, and the warm body was gone from his back. Slowly, because he felt strange, almost intoxicated, he let go of the headboard and turned around to see his King removing his last piece of clothing. Tegoshi froze, for a moment realizing what was going on, as if mist had suddenly cleared from in front of him. Then the King whispered his name, their eyes met, and he no longer hesitated. The man in front of him was beautiful, and he had never been so turned on, yet he had never even consider rolling around in bed with a man. But he knew he needed this, he needed his King. He was spellbound.
So he ended up kneeling between Mikaru's thighs, lips and tongue playing over his erection. There was a hand moving through his soft hair, settling on his head to control his movements. The barely audible sounds that escaped the King's throat made Tegoshi strangely proud, even aroused him further. He could please his King, just like he had been pleased.
"Lay on your back." Once again he complied orders without thinking, placing himself in the middle of the bed while Mikaru got off it. He was gone for half a minute, coming back with a glass bottle, yet those thirty seconds were enough for the mist to clear again. What was he even doing naked on another man's bed?
"Tegoshi." The green eyes comforted him, despite the colour being too bright to be natural. They made him sink back into continued arousal where he, as if knowing by nature what was coming, spread his legs wide. Mikaru mumbled something about impatience while he opened the bottle, letting its content drip onto Tegoshi's crotch. He smeared his right hand in it, spread it over his rock hard cock, smirking as the other's hips moved desperately against the contact. It amused him how Tegoshi wriggled on the bed, but he didn't keep up for too long. Instead his hand moved lower between the slim thighs, rubbing over the opening.
It was a strange sensation, having that part of his body stimulated, a feeling he had never felt before. It wasn't unpleasant, quite the opposite, but he was unused to it. One finger slipped inside and he yelped, muffling his own sound with the back of his hand. The other hand was at his straining erection, intending to touch but ended up surprised by the substance that the King had covered it in. It wasn't completely liquid, it stuck to his palm and it wouldn't just run off. Was it some kind of oil, perhaps?
"No touching." Mikaru had noticed the hesitating hand, and obedient as he was Tegoshi let it just fall to the side. Pressure was added when another finger pushed inside, slowly moving back and forth. Tegoshi knew what was going on, what was going to happen - he had done that to several girls but never ever expected himself to be on the receiving end of similar actions. And much less that he would be enjoying it the way he did.
From then it didn't take long until he was on all fours, arms shaking as he waited. The King was behind him, pushing his thighs apart just the slightest bit more before slipping a finger inside him again, then more of the foreign substance was applied. And finally Mikaru pushed inside him, all the way, and Tegoshi gasped. His hip was in the firm grip of the King's palm, slowly forcing him to move rather than he himself making an effort to thrust. And he moved, mind numb from the strange sensations, the way just the touch of Mikaru's fingertips would give off sparks so strong it wasn't natural. None of this was natural, not to Tegoshi, yet he felt like this was meant to be, and this was where and how he wanted to spend the rest of his days. With that warm, toned body against his, starting to move, muscles contracting and relaxing. For a split second he wished he could see it with his own eyes instead of imagining what he couldn't view, the next he was on his back again, the King pushing into him once more. The light green eyes pierced his mind, and he forgot any worries he had left.
Tegoshi was writhing beneath him, wriggling and shaking with his head thrown back, arching his neck. The King smirked as he felt fingertips brush his abdomen, then full palms when he didn't stop them. Finally he was coming along, finally. Mikaru bent over him, placing a kiss just below his Adam's apple, then moved over to his ear. And although he was whispering against it, he wasn't completely sure if Tegoshi would hear his words.
"Are you coming, dear?" Despite his frantic nodding, the answer was a shaky "not yet". The lips left his earlobe, left his entire body. The King was going faster, being rougher, and when Tegoshi opened his eyes it was like an electric shock went through his nervous system. Those loud, desperate sounds, was it really himself making them?
"Are you coming?" The King asked again, making eye-contact with Tegoshi, and there was the second electric shock, more sounds. Before he had time to answer that no, just a little more, he realized he already had.
Tegoshi had already dozed off by the time the King reached his peak. He never noticed the butler cleaning him off, or the surprised face of said butler when Mikaru told him that the princess would stay the night. In fact he didn't even notice that he no longer felt the same need as he had before, until when he woke up to the sounds of birds singing in the early morning, and his first thought was to get out. But the King's arms were wrapped around him, and the King awoke as he stirred.
"Good morning, princess," a kiss pressed to his forehead, then intensive green eyes meeting his deep brown, "sleep some more, will you?" and that eye contact was all required for him to wrap his own arm around the King's bare waist, lean his head against his chest and fall back into sleep.