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George is a Prince and his Knight’s name is Dream.
George always goes on long hunting trips that Dream has to accompany him on. Dream helps him set up camp and at the end of the day in the evening light George pretends he doesn’t see Dream watching him bathing in the river nearby.
While they both sit by the fire George offers to rub his Knight’s shoulders as a Thankyou for carrying all the gear. George does it with so much care and attention and smirks behind Dreams back as he pretends not to notice his Knight getting worked up from the Prince’s touch.
He makes Dream sleep next to him at night. Because he ‘feels safer’ with his Knight next to him.
He shifts closer to Dream, grabbing his Knights wrists and placing calloused hands under his shirt.
He knows Dream wants to fuck him, wants to roll them both over and wreck his Prince but he can’t do anything without permission. George is more than happy to give it to him.
He feels Dream breathe deeply, his hands frozen in place as a smirk slides across George’s face.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
His question breaks the silence of the night. He wants him to say it.
He wants to hear his Knight say out loud how much he wants his Prince.
The words George wants to hear don’t come, instead he’s gifted a frustrated groan as Dream’s head falls forward.
“Hmm,” he murmurs against harsh stubble, “you must not want me that badly then.”
Suddenly Dream tightens his grasp around George, flipping them so he looms down over his Prince.
“I want you George, please.”
George smiles as his Knight begs, as his Knight finally breaks, tearing both their clothes off and fucking him senseless.