raspberrylemonaid | Dirty talk w/ Niles

Their arrangement was something Xander had mostly just fallen into- which was already a sign that he needed it. He never 'fell' into anything. He was the Crown Prince, and now the King, too much rode on him making every choice with the utmost care, and not based on his gut. But the more that was on his shoulders the sloppier he got. Before he only had to worry about his family and following Garon's orders with as much of his soul intact as possible.

Now the whole world was opened to him, and the world was too big.

So what started as a passing comment from Niles ended up this whole big THING. This stress relief. And Niles was VERY good at what he did. Soon Xander was practically addicted to his ministrations, and they helped keep his head clear when he needed all his wits about him. Eventually he would have to find a wife and start a family for the continuation of the bloodline. But for now getting Nohr back on it's feet was more pressing then his romantic life.

Still, for all the times they had been together, it was rather... straight forward. Xander was no virgin, but his experiences were as bland as oatmeal, and he was content to keep them that way- he just never had time to think of anything more interesting.

But Niles, Niles was anything but bland. Which Xander was quickly learning as he stared the retainer down in some dark passageway or another.

"Would you care to repeat that, Niles?"

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[And Xander's face speaks volumes, to those that know the language. He's practiced in keeping his face stoney through years of hiding his and his siblings' actions from Garon. Or pushing down his horror and rage at the more and more foul orders he had to carry out. But he was an earnest man at heart. His eyes were dilated just a bit, breath a bit deeper then usual. He was aroused, but more then that he was hyper aware, his mind working at a particularly interesting problem.

He lacked Leo's cleverness, but his mind was like a dog with a bone. He would not stop until he figured something out.

They reach the quarters and, interestingly, he holds the door for Niles]

[That intensity was one of Xander's most attractive qualities if Niles was being honest. Real honest that is, not the flippant blunt honesty of complimenting someone's ass or chest. The king was a prime physical specimen, something anyone with eyes would agree with, but there was something undeniably and powerfully attractive to Niles about the way he poured all of himself into each task ahead of him.

When they arrive at the King's chambers, Niles enters the room without breaking his stride and without looking behind him to see Xander follow. Instead he heads straight for the downright obscenely large bed, and seats himself on the end of it. One leg crossed over the other and arms folded against his chest, Niles almost resembles a bird of prey. Perched at the ready, keen eye locked on Xander's face, a contemplative smile on his lips as if pondering the best angle to strike from.

He wants to get at what Xander needs. Not just what feels good,
not just Niles working him over and leaving them both spent. He needs to dig a little deeper and find out what would really satisfy his king. Xander himself likely doesn't even know what he needs, and while Niles has his own theories, coaxing Xander into facing and voicing his own desires would be much more fun than just springing new forms of perversion on him unprompted.

So, uncharacteristically, he waits for Xander to make the first move.]

[Very uncharacteristic. Enough to make Xander pause and stare Niles down- like he's a foe he's about to meet sword to sword that he needed to read or die. He steps into the room, closing the door and locking it]

You're very bold today, Niles.

[Niles chuckles and uncrosses his arms, leaning down to start the mundane but necessary task of unlacing his boots, giving Xander a momentary respite from being blatantly stared at.]

Would you normally describe me as timid?

Not at all, but usually you don't come into my quarters like you own them.

[He doesn't sound mad, just cautiously curious]

[He kicks off his boots and unclasps his cape, letting both of them fall where they will. Next his shirt comes off in one fluid practiced motion, and he tosses it to the side equally casually. The room had been in pristine order when they'd entered, but now it was strewn with Niles' clothes. With Xander's words in his mind it feels like an extravagant display, like he's marking his territory. He likes it.]

I was hoping to lay to rest your silly fears about 'using me'. Is it working?

['Marking his territory' is exactly the the wording he was thinking too- it makes the room look... used. Lived in. It makes him shiver and follow him in more fully]

It's... certainly not hurting.

Then I guess I need to try harder.

[That shiver was so very telling. It gives him just the reassurance he needed. He would give Xander a taste first, then make him ask for it specifically.]

Strip.

[A direct order, not a strong suggestion, not a symbolic gesture. He went from tiptoeing forward with this to a sudden leap in the hopes of baffling Xander. Everything in life was about sex, but sex was all about power.]

[Xander rears back a little like a dog that put his nose in something he wasn't expecting. And once what Niles said sinks in his eyes narrow in anger, looking so very much like his father at his worst.

Yet... he still reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt fully]

[Like the subtle shift from scanning the horizon to zeroing in on a target, Niles' view of how this encounter would unfold clarifies into two distinct and equally enticing possibilities. That glare lead to Xander punishing him for his disrespect, taking "control" of the scene fully and forcefully. Alternatively, those hands showed him Xander inch by inch letting go to him and falling in step. Either way Niles was about to have an amazing night, and Xander was going to get the kind of catharsis he really needed.

Niles' bites his bottom lip while he focuses his gaze on Xander's fingers as if determined to commit every detail of the image to memory. When the shirt is fully open and starts to slide down his shoulders his tongue darts out, sweeping quickly across his smile. He uncrosses his arms and leans forward, bracing his chin on his hands and his elbows on his knees.]

Good boy. No need to be shy, I've seen it all before.

[He pauses, mouth a thin line]

Call me 'boy' again, Niles, and it may be the last thing you call anyone. Leo's retainer or not.

[He's still working on his pants though so, there's that?]

[Niles chuckles in as good-natured a tone as possible for him, and he stands up. He approaches Xander slowly but confidently, like one would approach a nervous horse.]

Note taken.

[When he's within arm's reach he slides his palms over Xander's side, just under his ribs and trails them down to his hip bones. His fingers dip under the waist of his pants and small clothes helpfully pushing them down just a little bit as Xander deals with the fastenings.]

Is 'Xander' too informal as well, your majesty? Your Grace? My Lord Oh Powerful King of Nohr?

[His nails dig in a little more with each increasingly pompous title. He loves riding this line between flirting and treasonous disrespect.]

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[ and like a nervous horse he puffs out a rough breath when Niles' nails dig in.... but there's not much hiding how it stirs his cock in turn ]

Just Xander. If you really want to affirm that this isn't me taking advantage, then I am just another man now.

And what a man you are Xander~.

[His response is low and husky, a deliberate departure from his earlier teasing and baiting. This is sincere appreciation, and his hands mirror that sentiment by roaming leisurely across his skin, nails scraping along the way. First they move up and around, feeling the muscles of Xander's lower back. Then, predictably, his hands travel down, squeezing at his ass and spreading his cheeks eagerly.]

[His breath stutters as the groping, his head falling back and Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

It certainly is a full well-muscled ass- horse riding has it's benefits, after all. The muscles clench and flex in his palms.]

Gods, Niles...

[Niles can't resist that throat, so as Xander's head tips back, Niles leans forward and up. He grazes his teeth up the side of his neck, ending with a sharp nip to Xander's pulse point just under his jaw. All the while his hands kept up their kneading, purposely staying entirely surface level.

He loved that breathy, needy tone Xander's voice carried and he wanted more of it.]

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