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“Take off your pants,” was the first thing Louis William Tomlinson, the Prince of London, said to his newly appointed butler, Zayn Malik on their first time on being alone. Zayn was expecting more like, ‘don’t interrupt me when I’m asleep’ or ‘I don’t want you following me everywhere’, typical royalty rules like that.
Instead, he ordered him to remove his pants, in which he had no choice but to oblige, Louis trailed light kisses on his neck down to his chest.
That was when Zayn received his first ever blowjob from a man, not to forget, the Prince of London.
And for some reasons, it is happening again.
“Y-your majesty, we can’t-,“ Zayn stammers, his hands gently pushes Louis’s small, delicate fingers away on the buckle of his belt. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” Louis asks, he pressed his body closer to Zayn, the heat emits from their exposed chests. Louis’s lips hovers into his ears, “I thought you liked it when I suck your cock, Z?” Louis hums as he playfully tapped his fingers on Zayn’s buckle, waiting for an answer from his butler.
“I – I do, but your majesty-“Louis cut him short as he surged his lips to Zayn’s jaw, his tongue sliding down to his collarbone, biting and sucking it until Zayn’s hips buck to meet Louis’s hard erection beneath his pants.
Zayn closes his eyes to think of a good reason to tell the Prince this shouldn’t be what a butler must be doing. They have to stop doing this before things get worse, before they get caught and before Zayn loses control.
“I told you to call me ‘Lou’ when we’re alone. ‘Your Majesty’ is so formal and my ears hurt whenever I hear those words – I’ve been listening to that ever since they slapped my arse to know if I’m awake.”
“But it’s the King’s orders,” Zayn abruptly stops, feeling the loss of contact on his chest. He opens his eyes, only to find Louis on his knees, his hands fumbling on the buckle of his belt and with a swift movement, his pants pooled into his feet. Zayn muffled his moan when he felt the cold air seeps into the thin fabric of his boxers.
“When we’re alone, my orders are superior.” Louis looks up to him, hazel eyes meeting his blue eyes – dilating with so much lust and wanting, with playfulness and danger. “Is that clear?”
“Yes,”
“Yes, what?”
Zayn gulps, “Y-Yes, Lou.” It was by far the hardest word to come out of his mouth. Zayn didn’t want to get used to calling his Majesty by his name. It wasn’t the job given to him – he was not to befriend the Prince, he was just there to serve him and provide his needs. Unfortunately, he had no idea that giving sexual pleasure was part of ‘providing to the Prince’s needs’.
“Well, isn’t that nice to hear.” Louis smiled at him before he finally tugs his fingers on the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down as it joins his pants on his feet.
Zayn wasn’t able to say anything anymore as the warmth of Louis’s hand wraps around his throbbing muscle that was aching for his touch. Louis gave it a few pumps before he swipes his tongue on the tip, leaving Zayn shivering on his position – Louis must’ve noticed his reaction and so he did it again, teasing him to do something rough on him, but Zayn kept up with his control. He flicks his tongue on Zayn’s tip, letting the precome trickle on the slit before he trails his tongue to swallow it.
Zayn’s one hand found its way to the door knob and the other one on the wooden frame of the drawer beside them; he kept his hips away from snapping violently. But that control was slowly fading away when Louis starts to bob his head down, his one hand pumping on the part his mouth can’t reach while his free hand was down to his cock, stroking himself.
The vibration that Louis was creating inside his mouth was driving Zayn over the edge. It was too much – but not enough and Zayn can’t take the teasing anymore.
“Fuck, Lou-“ His one hand grips onto Louis’s hair, gently tugging it away from his mouth, his stomach pooling in with such pleasure, seeing Louis’s mouth opens, saliva smeared all over his lips and his eyes saying that he can do anything to him. “Can we – can we do it like this?” Zayn asks just to be sure and Louis replied a breathy, ‘fuck yeah’.
“Shit-“ Zayn’s fingers scratched to his scalp, guiding him to his cock as he thrusts in and out. Louis immediately sat on his heels, relaxing himself before Zayn pulls himself out of the door he was leaning against so he was standing completely and pushing Louis’s mouth deeply into his cock. Zayn watches Louis’s reactions closely, any sign of struggle or pain and he was going to stop. But all that worries was swallowed by the sensation crawling inside his body.
He rolled his hips forward, wanting to feel more Louis’s mouth. Zayn pulled away Louis’s mouth, saliva slipping out from his lips. “I’m close-”
“So am I, do it faster, Z…” He shoved Louis back to his cock and thrusts in him faster. Zayn threw his head back, their soft moans and heavy breathing surrounded the Prince’s room, and Louis slightly scrapes his teeth on his skin, moaning as he spills his release on the carpet.
Zayn kept his head steady, hardly calling out his name as he empties himself on Louis’s throat.
He knelt in front of Louis, just like he did when he was officially appointed as the new butler of the Prince in front of the Royal Court. Zayn pulled out his handkerchief, his fingers caressing Louis’s cheeks and wiping off the remnants of their deed.
“I’m sorry.” Zayn started, he was too embarrassed to say anything further.
Louis chuckles, “What are you apologizing for?” Louis held his hand away from his lips. “Sucking dicks means you have to swallow ‘everything’. I told you that on the first time we did this, right?”
Zayn had no idea where the Prince got this language of his. While the rest of the people in the palace were talking with such class that sometimes, Zayn wasn’t able to understand; Louis says words that don’t clearly fit for a prince. He loves to swear and say these things that he and those who came outside the palace could only understand.
“Your Majesty, please watch your words. It’s unlikely for you to say those things, especially in public.”
“But I’m not in public.” Louis retorted. “And it’s just the two of us! I could only do this when I’m with you, Z. Are you removing that privilege I have, as well?” Louis clung to his arm like a kid, pouting and fluttering his eyes repeatedly. “And I said, call me Lou! Lou, Lou, Lou-”
“Alright, Lou.” Zayn sighs, the name itself was like torture to him, “I’ll call you that more often If you promise not to say ‘dick’ ‘cock’ ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ in public.” Louis laughs breathlessly and Zayn didn’t know why it brought a slight flutter on his stomach.
“You know me too well, already, Z. I like that.” Zayn smiles a bit but then he realizes that they were almost naked and Zayn stands up and assisting Louis to follow him.
“You need to take a bath,” Zayn says, opening the door to Louis’s very own grand bathroom. Louis smirks as he removes his polo completely, and then pulls Zayn inside the room as well, locking it even before he could ask what he is doing.
“Let’s take a bath together, Z.” Louis drags Zayn towards the bathtub. The natural light from the stained glass window of the room floods the cream colored walls with patches of different colors. “The tub’s too big for me to be in there, alone.” Louis stresses.
Finding no more reason to argue longer, Zayn nods and asks him to stay where he is and let him prepare his things. Louis leans against the door, his smile not leaving his face as he watches his butler, naked, preparing his bath for him.
“I want bubbles, Z.”
“Bubbles, it is.” Zayn turns the faucet that allows the bath to generate more bubbles than a normal bath could have.
“Oh, I want the scent of vanilla!” Louis exclaims as he presses his finger on the door’s lock before skipping his way to the tub that was big enough to be called a ‘pool’. Zayn turns to face a box full of bottles filled with different scents. He takes one and tilts the bottle into the water as it pours three drops.
The sound of the water rushing down the faucet was the only thing to be heard when both of them were finally immersed to the tub (I prefer to call it tub since it’s in the bathroom don’t mind me). Zayn sits on an elevated ceramic, so that Louis’s head was in between his legs as he massages his hair with shampoo while Louis hums something he has no idea what song it was.
Louis was known for being so mischievous and arrogant, for being such a troublemaker - but seeing him right now, Zayn believes his Majesty is just a kid wanting someone to notice him and treat him the way he wants to be treated.
“Your – I mean, Lou,” Zayn starts, “shouldn’t we stop doing this?”
Louis stops humming and slowly turns to face him. Zayn doesn’t know if it was just his imagination, but he can’t say if he saw Louis’s expression almost near to crying.
“Why? Aren’t you happy with what we’re doing?”
“It’s – it’s not that I’m not happy. It’s just that, you’re a Prince – and what if somebody sees us?” It wasn’t what Zayn was trying to point out, but he believes it could be a threat.
Louis chuckles instead. “No one will see us, Z. I’m careful, you are careful! And besides, if ever someone sees us and decided to take you away from me, I won’t let that person do that.” He firmly says. Zayn doesn’t know if he should be happy or sad about it, thinking that the Prince doesn’t know what consequence lies to him when they’re really caught doing this.
Louis moves closer to Zayn, his cheeks brushing to his thighs, “After all, you are my butler and as long as you are, you’ll follow my orders, is that clear?” Louis’s fingers press his hips apart as he nodded. He spreads Zayn’s legs apart and Zayn bites his lips, feeling Louis’s lips wraps around his cock again. The heat he felt just minutes ago was starting to build up around his body again.
Between the low sounds of water splashing and groans bouncing off the wall, Zayn remembers the warning of several people that he can’t get too attached with the Prince. His unpredictable side that made his previous butlers and assistants leave him – the side of him that never take things seriously, and before he cries out Louis’s name again, Zayn keeps in mind that this is something they should stop doing before he feels something more than a mere butler to a Prince, should be feeling.