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PRINCE ICHABOD DEWINTER	Posted on Jul 19 2011, 05:33 PM
	but as the water fills my mouthit couldn't wash the echoes outI swallow the sound and it swallows me wholetill there's nothing left inside my soulas empty as that beating drum,but the sound has just begun...�Some people are inherently drawn to the smells of fine foods wafting through a corridor or the faint echo of music from a distant room. I�m drawn to the sounds of sex, muffled as they may be behind closed doors. It�s a talent,� he smirked and shrugged as though there was nothing peculiar at all about anyone seeking out and enjoying the sounds of their sibling in the throes of passion. �I also happen to know that your chambers were constructed before your birth and obviously parents aren�t typically considering their children�s future sex lives when having a bedroom designed for them. My chambers, however, have been done and redone to suit my every need over the years. I never asked for the soundproofing though...I think Mother and Father were trying for a time to keep my preferences a secret; easier to marry me off that way, I suppose,� he chuckled softly, though it was more in response to the thought that convincing a female to marry a crown prince would somehow be difficult, despite his sexual orientation.The awkwardness of presenting the flowers to Fiorello was forgotten in a flash of heated lust as they collided again. He groaned softly as his little brother spoke of numbness, something he knew little about in that moment as the throbbing feeling within his trousers had begun again, urging Ichabod further into action. In response to such feelings, he slid his hands down Fiorello�s back and cupped the other prince�s perfect, taut ass in both his hands and squeezed lustfully. He groaned in a very different way though as the other male pulled away and began speaking again, as though he was incapable of groping and rambling on at the same time. He had to push aside thoughts that Fiorello was just teasing him, though he felt reassured as he snuck a glance at the other man�s crotch and confirmed with his eyes what he�d felt � his brother was just as turned on as he was, so how could he just tease him if he didn�t intend on taking things further? Still, he sighed at the question, though he calmed again considerably as Fiorello�s hands went back to wandering as he spoke.�I may be twisted but I�m well aware that it�s not exactly socially acceptable to want to fuck your own brother. Surely you have more qualms about it than I do, as you certainly fought it more than I did at first. Besides, it�s not as though you�ve always been particularly receptive to my flirtations and certainly more often than not we�ve been at complete odds with each other. More than that, you�re well aware of Mother�s opinions of me and mine of her, so why would I think you�d even consider it? Why would I be so stupid as to ask it of you before now when the two of you get on so well?� He shrugged a little and pushed back a strand of Fiorello�s hair in would might have been perceived as a somewhat affectionate way, though really it being out of place had been bothering him a bit.�I�m attracted to plenty of men that I ultimately know I�ll never have and as morally corrupt as I�ve been accused of being, I would never force myself on anyone. It�d leave far too much of a mess in its wake and if I want just a few hurried thrusts to glory, well, I�ve got hands, haven�t I? I�d put you in the same category of being untouchable, naturally, so,� he gasped a bit as Fiorello proved that he had hands as well.�I thought,� he arched himself fully into the blonde prince�s hands and closed his eyes to better allow the sensation of being touched so adeptly to wash over him completely. �I don�t know what I was fucking thinking, does it matter?� he groaned again as Fiorello knelt in front of him and exposed the swollen and sensitive tip of his endowment.At being called king again, it was as though his hands had a mind of their own and rather liked being the hands of a king and in response, they pushed his trousers all the way down past his hips, which allowed them to drop to the floor and reveal the full state of Ichabod�s hardened flesh to the younger prince. �Isn�t it obvious, little brother? I want your mouth all over me until your jaw�s too sore to continue,� he softly stroked Fiorello�s cheek, but only for a brief moment before sliding his hand behind the blonde�s head to pull his mouth closer so he could get to work at satisfying him.notes: words: 779 tag:fiorello
PRINCE FIORELLO DEWINTER	Posted on Jun 28 2011, 04:36 PM
	Fiorello addressed little of what his brother had said in the stables, choosing to do so in the private quarter's of the heir's bed chambers. They were as grand as Fiorello's, if not more so, though they lacked a certain softness that you'd find in the white silks of the youngest prince's quarters. The space did suit Ichabod though, not that Fiorello was given much opportunity to admire it. His brother set right in, scolding him for taking so long. Though the younger of the two hadn't taken more than five or ten minutes, the sight of Ichabod's engorged groin and greatly-tightened trousers did give Fiorello some unspoken explanation as to why he was even more childishly impatient than usual. Ichabod's pouty attitude was not short-lived as it was quickly replaced by the bossy demeanor for which he was so famous, the dominant air that made him so much more attractive to his youngest sibling.Still, Fiorello obeyed his brother, closing and locking the door to the other royal's bedroom behind him. He smiled and nodded when he was informed of the servants' dismissal. A blush crept onto his face at the ensuing comment though. "Brother, I would expect you to have me screaming before our time together sees an end." Arousing himself further with the thought and doing what he could to fluff Ichabod's ego with his praise of the monarch's legendary skill, even though he'd yet to experience it firsthand. He just had to gripe though, it wouldn't be Ichabod if not, and Fiorello was reminded of that when his brother made a further remark about the younger's poorly-soundproofed chambers. To which the blond retorted, "I'll look into it. Though I have to wonder why you should be so familiar with the soundproofing of my chambers?" Fi inquired. Though he'd not be surprised to hear that Ichabod actually had eavesdropped in the past, even though he'd only been joking about the same thing earlier.As Fiorello followed his older brother into the bedroom, his heartbeat quickened. He grew tense and a bit shaky, mostly in anticipation and excitement. He could not for the life of him guess how this would go at the start and the mystery of each impending moment kept the golden-haired monarch's blood hot and moving. He was, however, surprised to see his brother pick up a vase and turn to him, not expecting any sort of gesture or courtship such as this one. His face held a look of uncertainty as he held the exotic blossom out to his younger sibling and Fiorello couldn't help but take not of the humanizing affect it had on his stony sibling. The glance into Ichabod's true-emotion was short-lived however as the elder of the pair pressed his body hard against Fiorello's before ravaging his mouth with an adept tounge.The younger of the two broke free after a moment. "When I beg you to stop, brother," Fiorello spoke huskily into his brother's ear, bringing up earlier conversation, "I don't expect you to stop 'til I'm numb no matter what I say." He smirked wickedly, letting the tip of his tongue dart accross the soft, full, pink flesh of his lips to re-moisten them. He moved his mouth away from Ichabod's ear and let his eyes meet his brother's, his gaze soaked with lust. He blushed at his the other man's next comment as to how much attention he'd truly been paying. Well, attention to the gilded prince's most prominent assets anyway. Fiorello was glad to know his body was something of a temptation for the lecherous, older monarch in spite of their sniping over the years. Though considering everything that'd transpired since this morning, it was unsurprising. One thing vexed him though."I have to ask," Fiorello began, breaking away from his brother's hungry touch momentarily. "If you've wanted me for so long then why didn't you make your move sooner?" The blond inquired. "I'd not known our future-king to be such a patient man. Nor the type to deny himself the things he wants." Fi noted, eyebrow raised at his brother. "So, I guess I simply have to wonder what it is that held you back for so long, Ichabod? I've not been out of your reach for as long as I've lived and yet you kept your mouth shut. It's just... Surprising? I guess." He noted, eyes gliding over his brother's body, hands absentmindedly exploring the dark-haired male's curves and muscles. "I mean, you were growing impatient at simply having to wait for me to arrive at your door." The gilded youth noted."And another thing," Fi continued, now pressed against Ichabod once again, hands both inside his brother's trousers paying special attention to groping and fondling his manhood. "A flower? Since when do you care so much about things I like or giving me gifts?" He asked, averting his gaze to look at his hands at work in his brother's bulging pants in an effort to keep from blushing. "I guess I'm flattered," Fiorello said, taking their interaction a bit further as he sank to his knees before his brother, doe-eyes looking up at the other royal, "What can I do for you though, my king?" The blond purred. Though his allegiance did not sit with Ichabod so much, he knew that the choice of words would be sweet music to his brother as he slowly tugged at the waistband of the darker haired man's trousers, slowly exposing the head of Ichabod's manhood, eyes still full of lust and locked onto his brother's.TAGGED FOR THE ONE AND ONLY ICHABOD WHOM I KNOW AS THE EPIC ICHABOD. 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PRINCE ICHABOD DEWINTER	Posted on May 10 2011, 09:29 PM
	but as the water fills my mouthit couldn't wash the echoes outI swallow the sound and it swallows me wholetill there's nothing left inside my soulas empty as that beating drum,but the sound has just begun...�Oh I promise, brother, I will most certainly make you beg,� even after that point he knew he wouldn�t let up, not immediately anyway. He had dreamt of this interaction for far too long to allow it to end before he was completely satisfied, which almost never happened before his partner was too exhausted to continue on.�Oh I�ve been paying attention, but far more to your ass than anything else,� he smirked and gave a well-placed squeeze to show his appreciation for the finely sculpted part of his brother that had garnished the most attention from him. �Mm, and I see my fascination was well placed,� he smirked again.�I must bring her up because I don�t want you parting from this and deciding that I manipulated you into doing something that you would not have done otherwise. Consider my sobering moment for you a gift, as now is your chance to reconsider this pursuit,� his offer was sincere, he truly wasn�t into forcing anyone into doing something that they did not wish to consent to; although, he did not bother to remove his hands from anywhere or back away from his brother�s personal space at all as he doubted that Fiorello had any plans of ending their interaction, especially not after his brother had begun stroking so skilfully.�Well,� he took in a deep breath as Fiorello gripped him more tightly, quickening his pulse along with every stroke, �you just remember my lack of need for sleep when you find me already entertaining in my chambers... and do make yourself known and patiently wait your turn, hmm?� if his brother was as talented beneath the sheets as he was with his hand, then truly he�d be a welcome replacement to the sort that generally warmed Ichabod�s bed.�I�ve wanted you for nearly a decade...ever since you started looking more like a man and less like a boy,� as one who had a rather insatiable sexual appetite that was widely talked about and ever more criticised, though 100 was when elves in Raguinia were typically considered to have crossed into adulthood, Ichabod had long considered 130 as young as he would take a partner...though the occasional mature for their age 128 year old had surely slipped past his notice.�As far as the vast array of fantasies that have visited me over the years, well, I do rather enjoy the element of surprise, don�t you?� It was, indeed, far more fun a thought to show his brother all the different ways he�d imagined having him, rather than revealing them with simple words. �Though I will tell you, that if every desire of mine for you is to be fulfilled, you will have to exert yourself somewhat,� he grinned quite mischievously.He found, though the suggestion of their relocation had been his own, that he hated the idea of parting with Fiorello. His lips lingered over the other man�s, his tongue beckoning for more as he slid it across the other man�s perfect teeth. Indeed, it was a fantasy that he�d enjoyed so much, bedding his little brother, that he found the thought of letting the opportunity slip through his fingers utterly abhorrent. He even lurched forward as Fiorello bit his lip, a tease of an action that enticed him to think further that the other prince�s quick agreement to part from him was a complete and extremely disappointing ending to their interaction. Once Fiorello was out of sight, he banged his fist against the stall out of frustration, for he felt angry with himself for letting his brother get away from him so easily; surely they could have returned to the castle together some kind of way so that he could have kept an eye on the younger prince�s true intentions. The loud and sudden sound startled the unicorn that stood mere steps from him and she huffed and whinnied in protest. He looked over at the beast�s uneasy stance and rolled his eyes, huffing in a similar way to how the other fussy creature had moments before.�Oh shut up, you overgrown pixie,� he snapped at the unicorn as he pulled his shirt down from where he�d previously hung it and shoved his arms back through the sleeves, though he didn�t bother to button it. He then quickly sulked his way out of the stables to make his way back up to the castle. He would take the direct route back to his chambers, for he had many servants to dismiss before his brother arrived... if he was to actually arrive. And though he was in a hurry, a thought occurred to him as he quickly strode down a pathway that was lined with exotic flowers. He bent down then and picked a few of the nicest ones before he continued on his way.When he arrived at his chambers, his servants were all irritatingly hustling and bustling about with their chores. He didn�t understand why they had to be in his way all the time and so he shouted at them to get out and not return until he�d sent for them, which was also quite convenient for the fact that if Fiorello did show up, he wasn�t quite sure just how long they�d be entertaining each other. No need to tell the servants to return the next morning if his brother might still be there even so many hours later. He didn�t like to rush such things.It seemed like ages that he then waited for Fiorello to make an appearance. He stood in the doorway that led to his actual bedroom at the opposite side of his overly large sitting room from the main entrance, watching and waiting for any sign that the doorknob might be jostled. He leaned against the wall, attempting to look casual with his shirt still unbuttoned and his trousers just as tight as they�d been when the excitement of his brother�s touch had set in.However, he was not a terribly patient man, and the entire kingdom had to have known that, including Fiorello. And though it was only a couple of minutes that he waited, he had already begun to despair that the youngest prince was not going to meet him there. He huffed and pouted like a child unimpressed with the toys available to him and threw his shoulder against the wall in a display of his unstable temper. Until, slowly, the doorknob made a rasping sound and turned and to Ichabod�s surprise, Fiorello stepped into the room and called out his name.�Well it certainly took you long enough,� Ichabod said softly, in a tone that somehow revealed both that he was joking and also that he was actually rather irritated. His surprise that Fiorello had actually shown, however, worked quickly to mellow out his mood. This was a good thing, as he would not have wanted to run the younger prince off after so much worry that he would not show in the first place.�Well, come in then and lock the door behind you. I�ve dismissed all of my servants until further notice, so there�ll be no worries of anyone intruding on our time together. Also, my chambers are better soundproofed than yours are, so I can make you moan as loud as I like,� he knew this to be true because, more than once, he�d found himself in the outer corridor, with a restless hand as he listened outside Fiorello�s door. �Honestly, you should have that amended if you truly plan on keeping your orientation a secret from certain parties,� the irritation had left his voice by then and instead he allowed a smirk to curl his lips slightly.He watched his brother for a moment, trying to gauge his comfort level. To be honest, he was actually slightly impressed that Fiorello had made the decision to still join him, even after the cool down period in which he very well could have come to his senses and called the whole thing off simply by avoiding the older prince�s chambers. It would have disappointed Ichabod terribly, but it would not have surprised him. Instead, it seemed that Fiorello was intent upon disproving Ichabod�s opinion of him entirely. As such, he then motioned for his fair brother to follow him to the bedroom and as he walked in, he picked up a vase that held the flowers he�d picked and turned around to face his brother as he held the vase out toward him.�I know how you like flowers so I thought you�d appreciate them,� he shrugged a little and for the first time since they�d initiated this newfound mutual physical interest in each other, he appeared somewhat awkward. It was not, however, the sexual feelings that caused the sudden uneasiness within him, but rather the sense of romance that had chosen to overtake his actions. Never before had he brought someone that he actually cared for to bed with him and he found it a curious sensation, though one that he tried to remedy soon after by pressing his body fully up against Fiorello with great force and then quickly slipping his tongue past his lips.notes: leave it to Ichabod to find romance in bedding his little brother words: 1533 tag:fiorello
PRINCE FIORELLO DEWINTER	Posted on May 6 2011, 01:48 PM
	Fi moaned at the feeling of Ichabod pressing his whole form against his body. The physical closeness with his brother was anything but unwelcome to Fiorello at that moment. He smirked when Ichabod spoke again, obliging Fiorello's own desires while poking at his laziness. The prince offered no argument though, he did want the full effect of the future king and wouldn't accept him acting any differently than he was accustomed to, sure. But, it wasn't without truth that the blond was generally adverse to doing more work. It amused Fi that in spite of the 'bad blood' that'd been between them lately, Ichabod still knew him well.Ichabod's words rolling into Fi's ears made the blond's breath quicken. He arched into the other prince, eager at the prospect of being ravaged in ways such as Ichabod had described. "I should be happy to take the loving of a demon such as yourself if only you promise not to let up until I have to beg. Fi's voice rumbled out softly, breathed past his brother's ear. The younger of the monarchs found himself surprised at how into this he was becoming. It was strange to know that his brother was the only man to date who'd known just the right words and tricks to use on the prince. Strange, but unsurprising. After all, who would know him better than his older brother? "I can have everything I want. Haven't you been paying attention in the past century?" He laughed aloud.Ichabod, of course, had to go and spoil something about the moment by bringing up their mother and worse, public opinion. "Even now you have the uncanny ability to sour something about any situation. Why would you bring up our mother?" Fi asked, almost teasingly. Though, Ichabod had a point. It was doubtful that their mother'd expect that her children had fucked but if she were to observe a change in Ichabod and Fiorello's relationship with one another, it might raise something of a red flag which would lead to more control over his life by his mother. Something Fi was not keen to bring upon himself. "You are right though. It makes more sense to keep our relationship from changing. Outwardly anyway." The blond added, still letting his hand run across Ichabod's body aimlessly, his touch memorizing each curve and angle of the king's musculature while his other took note of the shape, girth, and length of his member that he'd begun stroking slowly.Fi bit down on his lower lip as his brother rewarded his younger sibling's perceived cleverness with the deft and pleasing motion of his hand beneath the fair-haired monarch's trousers. "I'll be sure to remember you've said that." Fi purred, doing his best to form words past his increasingly labored breaths. "Just know that the same goes for you, brother. My doors are always open for you to visit." He offered his brother the same, tightening his grip upon the darker haired male's cock and slowly increasing the speed of his strokes. After all," He looked up into Ichabod's eyes once again, "Who needs to sleep really?" The blond laughed. "I do wonder though, how long have you thought about bedding me. Or, perhaps," He began, his tone coy, "What have you thought of doing to me?" He inquired.When the time came to pull Ichabod's clothes off, the blond was anything but happy about the lack of attention to his member or, for that matter, the lack of attention he could pay to Ichabod's. The break in passion did, however, provides the prince's with something of keener senses than they'd have within the fog of their lust and Prince Ichabod was the first to state what had, at that point, become obvious to Fi. They were still in the stables. A favorite place of Fi's, certainly, and somewhere he'd laid with stablehands before... But this was not where it should be with his brother. Thankfully, the future king saw fit to vocalize his desire for his brother and his distaste for the location and suggest that they find a more suitable one. "I'd have no other beast near me with you so willing and ready." The prince smirked, lacing his fingers into the hair on the back of his brother's head and yanking him in for another liplock."I will find you in your chambers brother." The younger prince agreed. Their clothing looked disheveled and they both looked a bit hot and bother. No way could the two walk together to the elder's bed chambers. Something would be said about it. It aggravated Fi, however, that he'd have to be separated from Ichabod's warm body, if only for a brief period of time. Once wound up, he hated having to stop. Sadly, their options were few in this instance. "In five minutes. I expect you to be there." The younger prince said, stealing another taste of his brother's lips, nipping his lower one at the end of their liplock before he turned away from Ichabod and trotted out of the stables, heading towards his brother's bedroom quickly.They'd take separate routes and arrive at separate times but it was worth the wait. Fi felt so eager. The minutes passed and he felt more and more anxious as he moved quickly through the stone halls, turning away servants as he moved to Ichabod's wing. He swallowed hard as he made it to his brother's door before pushing it open and tip-toeing inside. He didn't know if he'd beaten the other noble here or not. "Ichabod?"TAGGED FOR THE ONE AND ONLY ANYONE WHOM I KNOW AS THE EPIC SOMEONE. MY CHARACTER'S ALL DECKED OUT IN RIDING GEAR, AND HE'S WAITING PATIENTLY FOR YOUR REPLY. IN CASE YOU WANTED TO KNOW, THIS POST IS SOME AMOUNT OF WORDS LONG AND COMPLETE. 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PRINCE ICHABOD DEWINTER	Posted on Apr 16 2011, 10:12 PM
	but as the water fills my mouthit couldn't wash the echoes outI swallow the sound and it swallows me wholetill there's nothing left inside my soulas empty as that beating drum,but the sound has just begun...Ichabod groaned softly and pressed himself harder against his brother in response to being called a king, as it had not been since before their father�s sudden death that he�d last been called such and it certainly pleased him. When he was a boy, King Etion often referred to him as �Little King�, and though their father had used the nickname less as Ichabod got older, he had never thought that his father�s death would actually end the use of the title in reference to him.�Then I think I can manage to be suitably selfish for you, though I think you merely intend for me to do all the work, brother,� he smirked, though he truthfully never minded such toils in bed, however, he very much enjoyed giving his little brother a hard time.�Well don�t you worry your pretty head about any sort of lack of fire. I assure you that the rumours are quite true; I do, indeed, fuck like a demon and I won�t let up until you�re not only completely satisfied, but until you have to tell me to stop,� while most people probably didn�t actually want to know about the mating habits of actual demons, it was quite true that Ichabod�s stamina typically far surpassed the stamina of his lovers, which had a tendency to leave him with some amount of disappointment when he could go all night and they were begging for rest. Of course, most of his lovers had actual duties and did not otherwise just laze about like he so often did.�Not delicate? Don�t you wish to be thought of as a flower? Just because you can have me so, doesn�t mean that you can have everything both ways,� he smirked both as part of his statement and also at his younger brother�s reaction to his touches. Witnessing such an excited response only proved to excite him further as well. He felt the familiar throbbing ache that typically rushed through his lower half as Fiorello pulled off his vest to give him even more access to his hot flesh.�Hmm, but then what are people to think when suddenly we find each other agreeable after all these years of bickering with one another? Surely such a change would be questioned and probed and perhaps then the origin of our sudden newfound affection for each other would be discovered. You wouldn�t want that, would you? I can�t imagine that Mother has ever expected any of her children to fuck each other and surely she wouldn�t approve of you doing so.� Of course he was certain that he would be blamed, even were he not the actual instigator of their current entanglement and considerations.�Aren�t you clever though?� he stroked meaningfully as a reward for such, �it is rather bothersome having to troll for a willing partner sometimes when the urge hits unexpectedly, isn�t it? With such a purpose in mind, you would be most welcome in my chambers at any hour, even if I happened to be wasting the night away by sleeping,� he much preferred other night time activities, after all.�Arguing, flirting; it�s all the same, isn�t it? It all stems from passion; the same as love and hate. It�s quite impossible to do one without it leading to the other, don�t you think? But you must know that while the realization of how pleasing our bodies could be for one another may be a newly accepted notion for you, it has been a desire of mine for many years� he admitted easily then as how could he not do so while his fingers were wrapped around the other man�s cock? It was obvious that while such a thing had not been planned between them for that day, it had certainly been imagined before and Ichabod was certain that he was not the only one with such an eager mind.Ichabod parted his mouth from Fiorello�s just long enough to take in a deep, gasping breath as the warm flesh of the younger prince�s soft hand slid into place beneath the fabric of his clothing. There was no shame behind his gaze as he let out a soft moan in appreciation of Fiorello�s hastened strokes, nor in the way that he lurched his hips forward when the action stopped. He groaned a bit, especially as he had to remove his own hand from its place in his brother�s trousers in order to assist him in removing his shirt. However, if a momentary interruption from the interaction was what it took to further them toward the main event, then it was a small sacrifice to make.He hastily pulled his shirt off and went to toss it on the floor, until he noticed the hay and the unicorn that stood only a few feet away from them. He had nearly forgotten that they were still in the stables and had somehow been blocking out the stench, though when he was finally thinking about it again, it brought a frown to his lips. Instead, he swung the shirt to drape it over the stall wall instead of letting it fall to the dirty floor. If unicorn waste were to touch it, the shirt would obviously have to be burned, which he thought would be quite a shame as it was rather handsome tailoring.Still, he smirked again as Fiorello pressed up against him, as he had not seen this playful side of his brother in quite a long time and certainly before then it had not been quite so sexual. He ran his hands fully up his younger sibling�s sides and chest until he rested them on Fiorello�s jaw, cupping his smooth cheeks. He pressed himself fully against the younger man and thrust himself roughly against him, grinding hard against the young prince�s own stiffened anatomy.�I want you so badly,� he grunted and moaned softly, but then sighed and calmed his movements to a much less frantic rhythm, �but I can�t fuck you here; surely you must agree that such surroundings are not befitting of such a divine event as one between royalty. I want to perform this properly, to ensure that we�ll both be treated exactly as we deserve. So, dear brother, if I stop now and return to my chambers, will you join me? I�ll make sure it�s an event that neither of us will be disappointed in, so long as you�ll allow me the privilege of being the only beast in the vicinity?� though his own writhing had slowed, he had not stopped and had no intention of doing so unless he received a positive reaction to his reassessment, or at the very least a response that was not outright negative.notes: "he very much enjoyed giving his little brother a hard time." - pun intended words: 1124 tag:fiorello
PRINCE FIORELLO DEWINTER	Posted on Apr 12 2011, 04:31 PM
	"I would have you selfish. Selfish and demanding as any king should be." Though Fi was in strong support of his mother's rule, he knew being called king would please Ichabod and he was feeling uncharacteristically subservient towards his usually-pig-headed older brother. A rare occurrence, to be sure. "After all," He continued, "What good is a lover with no fire?" He inquired. "Harldy any good at all, I'd say." The blond laughed. It was true too. Fi spent nearly all his time getting everything so easily but he wanted to ignite passion in a situation like this. There was no fun in a man who was afraid to push him."I'm not so delicate as you might think, brother." Fi breathed, relishing the warmth of Ichabod's face so close to his own. Should a knight walk-in, or their mother, or anyone at all, the kingdom would be scandalized. What on earth would their father think of the road his sons were going down at that moment? Well, to be honest, such concerns were now far from Fiorello's mind as his rushing hormones and lustful urges had all but shut off his good sense. All he thought or felt now was heat and want and his brother's adonis-like form in such close proximity. "However, I would be violated by you just the same." The younger male purred.Fi'd thought, once or twice in the past, often when Ichabod called him things like 'Fiollatio', just what would it be like to bed such an infamous cock. Brother or not, Ichabod had a strong sex appeal and an aura of power, so much so that it was difficult not to be attracted to him. Fi was amazed he'd given in to his brother, increasingly glad for having done so, sure, but amazed nonetheless. Ichabod's hand responded to the roll of the blond's hips and dipped further into Fiorello's trousers, expertly grasping and groping the youngest prince's stiffness. The blue-eyed monarch let his head fall back against the wall of the stable and absentmindedly moved his hands to peel off his unbuttoned vest, leaving his entire upper-body exposed to the future-king whose digits were busy exploring the prince's nethers. The feeling of the fine fabric that Ichabod's cloe were made from against his now-bare flesh made Fiorello's voice catch. The silken cloth was in stark contrast to Fi's warm body. He continued to rock against Ichabod's hand in anxious bucks. He didn't have a great level of control, he was ready to run soon and eager to feel his elder brother's skills."Of course we'll still be us, you fool. I just thought that fucking one another might lead to more congeniality." Fiorello sighed, letting his blue eyes lock with his brother's darker stare, biting his lower lip gently to keep light moans and gasps from running free from his lips at each gentle nudge and caress his brother worked out beneath the fabric of Fi's trousers. "I suppose it doesn't matter? I will say that if I enjoy our time together that this more than likely won't be a one time occurrence. After all, your chambers are so near my own. It's a much shorter walk than to the knight's barracks or some other place I might search for sport." Fi admitted coyly, pressing into Ichabod as his brother pressed against him. True, the blond was enjoying the attentions of the would-be-kings hands but he was not keen to go long without participating in some way.The blond gently slid his fingertips along Ichabod's forearms, up to the brunette's shoulders, and then down his chest to fiddle with the undone laces of Ichabod's pants. "Our flirtations?" Fi questioned his brother's comment. "I thought we were arguing all those times." He laughed. True, they hadn't always seen eye to eye, they did have a tendency towards flirtation in some of their altercations. This hadn't gone unnoticed by the younger monarch and he was somewhat glad to hear that his elder sibling had enjoyed their past bantering as much as Fi was so reluctant to admit that he had. The blond was, however, stripped of the control of his tongue before he could comment on his ruffled feathers. Ichabod's grip drew a breath from the younger prince who took the same moment to let his hand dip beneath Ichabod's waistband.Fi's eyes met his brother's before he spoke in reply finally, "Only if I can ruffle yours as well." He said coyly, mimicking the motions of Ichabod's hand against his brother's manhood, albeit with a bit more eagerness that could only be possessed by a youth like Fiorello. Ichabod's member was thick, longer than Fiorello's own as well. Though the younger Dewinter never felt inadequate, as he knew he wasn't, he had to admit to himself that he was surprised that all of his brother's cockiness was, in fact, well deserved as the future-king was quite well-endowed. It was exciting to Fiorello, who stopped groping Ichabod to try and do away with the dark-haired male's shirt. He wanted to feel his brother's chest against his own. If he was truly going to throw his inhibitions and morality to the wind to fuck around with his brother, he figured he might as well do so to the fullest extent as was evident when the younger of the two displayed full openness to Ichabod's tongue sliding past his teeth, a kiss that the prince matched with similar sensuality to his brother's own.A few moments passed and their lips parted and Fi whispered into Ichabod's ear as he grasped the hem of his brother's shirt and began to lift it up, "You're more gifted a man than I'd have guessed." The blond giggled just a bit, obviously referencing Ichabod's impressive size as he tugged away at his brother's top and arched into the older monarch roughly. His constant writhing against Ichabod succeeded only in winding himself up more, but Fi could hardly help it. He was actually excited, in spite of himself.TAGGED FOR THE ONE AND ONLY ICHABOD WHOM I KNOW AS THE EPIC ICHABOD. MY CHARACTER'S ALL DECKED OUT IN UNDONE, SCANT RIDING GEAR, AND HE'S WAITING PATIENTLY FOR YOUR REPLY. IN CASE YOU WANTED TO KNOW, THIS POST IS SOME AMOUNT OF WORDS LONG AND COMPLETE. OH AND, OH DANG, THEY'S GONNA DO IT !?!?!THIS KICK-ASS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DANCE IN THE DARK OF CAUTION, ATF, AND SDS. BACKGROUND BY PARADIZE ART
PRINCE ICHABOD DEWINTER	Posted on Apr 1 2011, 10:49 PM
	but as the water fills my mouthit couldn't wash the echoes outI swallow the sound and it swallows me wholetill there's nothing left inside my soulas empty as that beating drum,but the sound has just begun...�But I�ve always preferred having actual playmates; don�t you? It�s one thing to imagine some raunchy situation to accompany a solo interlude, but to have a suitable partner to fulfil it? Well, why wouldn�t anyone want that?� he shrugged, as the notion seemed perfectly natural to him. �And how is one to select a suitable partner if one is not able to assess the equipment that�s available for such a divine playtime?� he smirked and let his gaze wander back to Fiorello�s crotch as he wondered just how suitable his equipment would be to his own.Ichabod smirked as his brother continued to refer to himself as some beautiful flower that inspired some sort of nonsense or other; Ichabod had no idea what the end of the pompous statement had been as he had begun to chuckle and shake his head. �It is a great wonder in a vast world of wonders that Mother is not already aware of your sexual preference, honestly. You must not be prone to saying such ridiculous things when you�re in her presence, or else I�m sure hell would have already been brought down upon me for corrupting you with my �filthy habit of bedding the same gender just to avoid my sacred duty of continuing the royal line�,� he rolled his eyes as he repeated what had been shouted at him on several occasions by the Queen, up until the point that she had stopped allowing him an audience with her.There would be no more talk of their mother if Ichabod had his way, or at least he had been able to very easily push all thoughts of her out of his mind the moment that his hands were upon Fiorello. Then all he could think about was having his hands, and more, all over him. Despite his constant criticisms, Fiorello was obviously a very beautiful man and had Ichabod thought that he would give in so easily, he would have attempted to bed him far sooner.�If selfish is how you�d have me, then I would put all my efforts into meeting your expectations for such love, dear brother,� he had often put a snide emphasis when referring to the other man as such, though this was not the way he said it at that point. His emphasis was meant, instead, as a way of voicing his respect for the fact that Fiorello was seriously considering the offer, yet made no attempts to glaze over the fact that they were two siblings discussing the probability of enjoying each other carnally. Surely that was not a detail that one easily overlooked, even one from a family that was as dysfunctional as theirs was and so Ichabod thought that the blonde�s open-mindedness deserved acknowledgement of some form.Ichabod lightly nuzzled Fiorello�s cheek and smirked slightly, �Even you would be surprised by what is in my nature, brother; some may prefer a certain order and position but not I. No, I see the merit both in violating delicate creatures like yourself and in having a gorgeous cock violate me just the same; It is only my mood that dictates my preference in the moment. With you,� he slid his tongue up Fiorello�s perfect cheek, �I want both, you inside me and me inside you.�The corner of his mouth curled into a slight smirk as he noted the other man�s hips rising, which he took as a silent encouragement to slide his hand further down, which he then did, slowly and carefully. He wanted to grab hold and show his brother what sort of well-practiced talent he had with his hands; to demonstrate to him how quickly he could bring him divine pleasure. Instead, he calmed himself, though he firmly give his brother�s manhood further assessment, but he chose to do so only by briefly trailing his fingers down the length of him, and then diverted his attention to softly stroking Fiorello�s inner thigh instead. He was certainly glad of the assessment though, however brief, as he�d been somewhat concerned with all of the other man�s talk of being some amazing flower that perhaps what he had to work with was merely a bud, but this was not the case. With that out of the way, he could continue teasing and pursuing his full desire.He kept his hand within Fiorello�s trousers, gently sliding his thumb over the smooth, muscled flesh where his leg ended and became torso, a spot that he always paid special attention to with his tongue when there was far less clothing involved. He pressed his own thighs against the blonde�s and pushed so that his sibling�s back was completely against the wall so that he could keep him pressed there without having to hold him in with his arms. He then slid his hand from the wall to the nape of the younger prince�s neck and stroked softly.�After we fuck,� he changed his tense to sound more confident that it would be the end result of their interaction, �I�ll still be me and you�ll still be you. I won�t lie to you and tell you that I think our affections for each other will change drastically, yet I won�t deny the possibility that our love could change, grow even,� he pressed his hips firmly against Fiorello and moved his unoccupied hand from his neck to his cheek and stroked softly as he tilted his head thoughtfully.�If we find each other agreeable then perhaps we could negotiate terms of some sort to continue entertaining each other or it can remain a single event if you prefer; either way we can simply reassess our feelings afterwards,� he suggested calmly, as it was really the best solution he could give if it mattered so much to his brother that they have peace between them before he would give in to their mutual desire.�I...� he searched for the proper words as he was not used to addressing his youngest brother so affectionately and without the usual venom that was generally shared between them. �I had not thought that we would ever be considering this... being friendly with each other, I mean,� he had, in fact, certainly imagined different situations that resulted in them entertaining each other, but such fantasies did not generally extend to any feelings regarding emotions.�In truth, I have always been fond of our flirtations... you must be aware already that you are most beautiful when your feathers are a bit ruffled,� he grinned and slid his lower hand back into place, wrapping his fingers tightly around hardened flesh, �let me ruffle your feathers more, brother, I won�t disappoint you,� he gave a firm tug as he pressed his mouth against Fiorello�s and slipped his tongue between his lips, urging him to allow further exploration.notes: I gave us a M since there's now actual touching going on words: 1138 tag:fiorello
PRINCE FIORELLO DEWINTER	Posted on Mar 30 2011, 07:43 PM
	"And why should a glimpse of what's in my trousers interest you, brother? You spend enough time playing with your own." Fiorello scoffed, uncertain about how comfortable he was with Ichabod getting up close and personal with his cock just at that moment. Though his comment moments later caused the younger prince to adjust his train of thought at the realization that Ichabod had openly admitted to flirting with him. As strange a thought as that might have been, it was flattering. Though he didn't care much for Ichabod's attentions, he did know how picky his brother tended to be."Ah but the memory of a flower with such beauty as this one," Fiorello began in a counter to his brother's statement, in reference to himself as the flower again, of course. After all, what good was a name such as his if it could not be used for clever analogy? He continued, "Is hardly sufficient for there is no way a mere memory can replicate the emotions and physical growth stirred by the actual sight of such a blossom." He stated smugly. His vanity was well known kingdom-wide, it should come as no surprise to Ichabod that he was a skilled defender of it.Fi's thoughts were rather improper as Ichabod's dark eyes bonded with the crystalline irises his little brother had. It was part of what helped the prince build up the will to pull away from the man. Sibling or not, something about throwing himself so wholly to such a man felt dangerous. Well, dangerous, but far too tempting to continue resisting and as he stood across the stall from the future-king, Fiorello had to fight the strong urge to close the gap between he and his eldest sibling. He was oblivious to the presence of his unicorn, idly munching at a bail of hay on the opposite end of the pen. He was thankful for having forgotten her for the presence of a beast of burden is hardly arousing.Ichabod stood frozen for a moment, his lustful gaze taking a quick glimpse of Fiorello's half-exposed abdomen. Well, to be honest, the fair-haired monarch could not be sure that it was lust that drove Ichabod to look at him but all reason dictated that it was. His breath faltered when his brother moved towards him and he tensed slightly as Ichabod's arms penned him in, kept him against the wall with little opportunity to pull away again. His thoughts of Ichabod had turned from familial to sexual and though he still saw him as 'brother', the thought had become considerably less disturbing than it had been at the beginning of their back-and-forth.Fi's breath faltered as he felt the heat from Ichabod's words against the flawless surface of his cheek, his eyes fluttering at the feeling and sound of the whispered baritone. "All you are is selfish, brother. Should I choose to love you in such a way, I'd expect nothing else." Fiorello admitted. He'd heard of his brother's selfless habits in the bedroom, who hadn't, but what would be the fun of experiencing the noted sexual beast that was Riocht's future-king if he were experiencing the version tailored to suit the queen's favorite rather than the true Ichabod Dewinter?The blond arched into the dark-haired monarch's touch as it glided down the center of his toned chest, down a silk path of cream-flesh until it met the waistband of his pants and dipped in, a few inches or so, before hesitating to go any further. "I would expect no worship, nor for you to submit. I could hardly believe such things are in your nature, brother." The youngest prince breathed, rolling his hips into Ichabod's touch, subconsciously in fact, inviting the monarch's hand further into his trousers and gasping at the sensation of hot flesh encroaching on his nethers.Fi's fluttering eyelids opened, letting lust-hazed pools meet Ichabod's stony-gaze, "I trust you'd never speak a word if we were to fuck," Fiorello acknowledged softly, his lips parted slightly, even when he wasn't speaking, so that gently-labored breaths could easily escape. "But what would we be after such an experience?" He asked. Fiorello wasn't sure if he'd feel shame or not for commiting such acts with his eldest sibling for he knew cousins to have done the same, but that was not the root of his hesitation. Ichabod and Fiorello were not close, and though the blond was easy, he did hope for something of positive emotion between he and his bed-mates."Do we return to our old habits of hating eachother? Of remaining on our own sides of the battle-lines that you and mother have drawn?" He inquired, his pout quivering ever so slightly as he and his defenses were weakening to Ichabod's touches. He had little restraint left, if any. "Or are we friends again?" He wondered openly. To be honest, he wasn't sure how much it mattered to him either way, but the fact that it mattered a little bit was enough for him to ask the questions, despite the eager rocking of his hips against his brother's touch.TAGGED FOR THE ONE AND ONLY ICHABOD WHOM I KNOW AS THE EPIC ICHABOD. MY CHARACTER'S ALL DECKED OUT IN UNDONE, SCANT RIDING GEAR, AND HE'S WAITING PATIENTLY FOR YOUR REPLY. IN CASE YOU WANTED TO KNOW, THIS POST IS SOME AMOUNT OF WORDS LONG AND COMPLETE. OH AND, LE GASP !THIS KICK-ASS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DANCE IN THE DARK OF CAUTION, ATF, AND SDS. BACKGROUND BY PARADIZE ART
PRINCE ICHABOD DEWINTER	Posted on Mar 29 2011, 10:35 PM
	but as the water fills my mouthit couldn't wash the echoes outI swallow the sound and it swallows me wholetill there's nothing left inside my soulas empty as that beating drum,but the sound has just begun...The sudden slap that Fiorello issued upon his cheek had certainly been a surprise to Ichabod in the moment that it happened. He had not thought of his little brother as being particularly prone to violent actions and certainly he had said plenty of vile things in his presence before that moment that very well could have warranted the same reaction. However, perhaps he had crossed some sort of line as far as that particular subject was concerned, though it was certainly a line that had been otherwise unknown to him. �Alright, fine, you�re right, the thought of laying with our mother is unforgiveable, I don�t know how Father ever managed to stomach it either,� he would have smirked, had he not been so busy with rubbing the red spot that had appeared on his cheek and also with pouting out his bottom lip as he acted as though Fiorello had damaged his feelings with his sudden attack. He might have reacted to it in an aggressive manner, perhaps even returned the violence, had he not found the humour in having provoked his brother to such a barbaric low as to actually physically hit him for his offensive remark. He felt that this would not be lost on Fiorello, even if he did not actually audibly point it out to him; it was rather obvious, in Ichabod�s eyes, that he had won that particular instance of their interaction.�I happen to know that my chambers are very well soundproofed,� he huffed, as he had tested this himself while entertaining two men at once, whom he�d given a set of particularly forceful instructions to fulfil while he went into the sitting room and then the outer corridor to see how well he could hear them vigorously gratifying each other. �So now I know that you�re either lying or have a habit of pressing your ear against my chamber door when you know what I�m getting up to inside. I would not doubt the possibility of either option, though I imagine you can guess which I�d prefer,� he smirked before continuing on. �Furthermore, if my cock is truly less than impressive, then I�m ever more curious to catch a glimpse of yours now,� he gazed down at the younger man�s crotch as though he expected him to suddenly unleash his manhood for him to judge for himself.He shrugged then as Fiorello accused him of lying, as he didn�t particularly care whether he was believed or not. �I have never had any complaints, nor have I ever disappointed when put on the spot. I think that�s fair enough to be generalized to �always� though I don�t feel the need to have my statements certified by Mother�s advisors. My statements don�t have to qualify to be put into kingdom law in order to be valid for flirtation, now do they?� he huffed and allowed himself to look appropriately annoyed by Fiorello�s irritating accusation, though he wondered if Fiorello would notice that he�d outwardly admitted that their interaction was, in his opinion, obvious flirtation rather than any sort of rivalry.When pressed to defend his statement of crushing unattainable flowers sometime later, Ichabod merely shrugged. �If the beauty is not great enough to leave a lasting enough impression to continue such nightly dalliances, then the flower was obviously not worth it in the first place,� he shot back as his final attack before Fiorello paralyzed his aggression with physical temptation.Ichabod took in a quick breath and kept his lips parted slightly as he looked into Fiorello�s blue eyes as his brother pressed against him. All lingering thoughts of their interaction being wrong, no matter how few of them actually remained, fled him at that moment as he entirely stopped thinking of the person before him as being related to him and instead solely thought of him as a man, no different from any other that he desperately wanted. It was with great difficulty and discipline that surprised even him that he somehow kept himself from roughly thrusting his pelvis into Fiorello�s like he so greatly wanted to do. In fact, in order to keep his resolve, the only thought that he could allow to race through his head at that moment was, not yet. It was outright torture, especially as he had to clench his abdominal muscles to keep the force of his heavy breathing from swaying his lower extremity even an inch. It was a terrible feeling; though, masochist that he was, he did not entirely wish for it to end, especially not as Fiorello began sliding his hands across his bare flesh. Such action caused uncontrollable shivers to shoot down his spine, which only proved to make it more difficult to calm the urge to buck his hips in response.�No,� he swallowed hard, �no one would ever have to know,� his voice trembled, though it was hard to tell as he had lowered his volume to a soft whisper.He stood there and remained perfectly still even as Fiorello laughed and moved away from him, but he wasn�t buying the latest rejection. He�d seen that look in his brother�s eyes, much like the look he knew was in his own as he gazed at the younger man�s partially exposed torso even as he put such an unfair distance between them.�Because,� he said in a normal tone as he quickly moved back in front of Fiorello and put his hand against the wall behind the other prince�s head, partially pinning him in place, though he did not touch him with any part of his body, not yet. �Because it wouldn�t just be for my satisfaction,� he leaned in so that his lips nearly touched Fiorello�s cheek as he resumed whispering.�You�ve heard the rumours, I�m sure... I may be a selfish man but I have never been a selfish lover. I would satisfy you any way you asked me to, allow you to do anything you wanted to me, to explore any desire that occurred to you. I would be yours for as long as you wished, for as long as you could handle it.� He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes as he gently placed just the tips of the fingers on his free hand on the younger man�s chest and slowly slid them down his torso.�I would get on my knees and worship you or bend over for you to punish me. Anything you desire, anything you can imagine... it could all be yours and,� he opened his eyes and moved his head back so that he could look directly into Fiorello�s eyes, �on my own life I would never speak a word of it, if you would just allow me to fuck you.� He slid his fingers inside of the waistband of the younger man�s trousers and let them linger there, his eyes searching Fiorello�s for permission to continue on.notes: oh my words: 1156 tag:fiorello
PRINCE FIORELLO DEWINTER	Posted on Mar 29 2011, 04:40 PM
	"My hands won't be tasked with servicing you anymore than my mouth, brother." Fiorello reiterated with an over-confident smirk of superiority towards the future-king. Though his head was swimming with mixed thoughts of temptation and revulsion, Fi was at least not above admitting to himself that Ichabod had quite a way with twisting words and inciting lust in his listeners. It was becoming less and less surprising to the blond that his brother never spent a night in an empty bed, despite how much he repulsed the youngest prince, he was not without his charm. It would take more than the member of a deity and the body of a hero to steer the queen's favorite towards an indiscretion, however. Particularly with his brother, of all attention-seekers.Of course, Ichabod was as revolting as he was charming and the comment about Fi and his mother being more intimate than simply mother and son was nauseating to Fiorello. The blond's eyes looked back and forth from Ichabod to the floor as he tried to quell his instinctual reaction to such a comment, an attempt that failed as he caved and delivered a stinging slap to across brother's face. "You're disgusting." The prince huffed in retaliation to the comment, crossing his arms defiantly and awaiting whatever Ichabod's reaction might be, closing his posture-off in defiance of Ichabod's lecherous gaze. Once the spine-chiling images of his brother's comment were free from Fi's mind and the tension following the slap seemed to ease a bit, however, he loosened up again.He'd expected Ichabod to be deterred but realized he had no such luck as Ichabod's mouth continued to run. "Perhaps I am desensitized to your tongue brother." The younger of the pair shrugged, "Though affection and fantasy have little to do with that. After all, anyone in the same wing of the palace as you would tire of hearing your voice and it's swine-like grunting all throughout the night as you assault the dumb and blind men of the kingdom with your less-than impressive cock." Fiorello retaliated. A stab at his brother's parts seemed as decent an insult as any, though a hard one to deliver with a straight-face as Ichabod's too-tight clothing showed off an endowment that was far more impressive than his little brother would ever admit."Always hard? Brother, If that's the case then you must get less tail then you claim to. A lech and a liar. Careful, your true colors are showing." Fi scoffed, "However, I've no desire to assess your honesty." He said casually. Despite how annoyingly tempting his brother was being, Fi'd long ago mastered the ability to maintain an equally-frustrating outward-facade that many a man more clever than his brother had tried to break in the past in search of some sign that they were arousing the prince. He was born to tease, so far as he was concerned, and filled said calling with pride and enthusiasm.The feeling of his brother's solid form and body heat against his back was almost enough to make the walls of Fiorello's will tumble down. He was glad for choosing to break from his elder sibling's embrace before Ichabod had a chance to assault him with more tempting gestures than he already had. The golden-haired monarch was rather collected most times but he was still young and hormonal and lacked the ability to control himself or to keep himself from the things he wanted for long as this was something he'd never really had to do in the past. However, Ichabod, in all his good looks and sultry speech, was still his brother and though temptation screamed in Fi's ear, good sense managed to still scream louder. He stared his brother down after he pulled away, trying to reform the frigid feelings of disgust and loathing that he'd carelessly allowed his brother to thaw.The blond rolled his eyes at Ichabod's pout which was actually a welcome facial expression. Inwardly, it made Fiorello smile for his brother's disappointment meant that he'd taunted him adequately before pulling away and that, in maintaining his own composure while Ichabod's faltered, he still had the upper hand. It inspired a real sense of self-satisfaction that Fiorello was more than happy to bathe in, inwardly of course. His feigned-superiority only further expressed in the light laugh he uttered when Ichabod asked about his liking of tools. "I assure you brother, a greater tool than any you possess would be needed to uproot this flower. As for crushing it? Well, then what beauty would you have to plague your dreams and ruin your sheets on those lonely nights?" He further teased the older man.Ichabod's own arsenal beefed up considerably following Fiorello's initial rejection, apparently. He leaned against the wall of the stables, eyes on the blond, wantonly exposing bits of his flesh to his little brother who did everything he could to keep his eyes from his brother's flesh. He failed himself once or twice however, letting his gaze roam the exposed portions of the to-be-king's muscled torso, eyelids fluttering as he forced his eyes to return to Ichabod's own stare rather than his body. He rolled his eyes, pretending that his brother's words had no affect on him. After all, a faux-Fiorello performing poorly would hardly bother the real prince. What did he care what his brother thought of his sexual prowess? Or, if he was being more honest with himself, why did he care so much what Ichabod's thoughts on his performance were? 'Cause, truth be told, he kind of did.Perhaps it was the distraction of his brother's exposed flesh? Fiorello needed to regain the upper hand in this battle of wills and for lack of a stronger counter-attack, or a more subtle one, he simply let his hands move to his vest to begin slowly undoing the buttons as he crossed the hay-covered floor to his eldest sibling. Once in front of his Ichabod, Fiorello began letting his hands crawl up the other man's chest as he pressed his pelvis and his now-exposed torso against his brother's, their faces inches apart as his gaze locked with Ichabod's as though he were considering the proposals his brother was making. "No one will know?" Fiorello purred, his voice holding a tone of innocence that only a younger brother could convey to an elder one, as though they were children and he was asking if Ichabod were sure that they wouldn't be caught staying up past bedtime or something equally unimportant. Like he was something to be corrupted even. He let himself linger against his brother, his hands still slowly roaming Ichabod's form, lightly scratching as he moved from cloth to flesh before another wicked smile danced across his face, "On second thought," He pushed away from his brother. "Why would I give you the satisfaction?" He laughed, though he was fairly sure that he was scarcely convincing Ichabod anymore than himself that the idea of a literal roll in the hay with the future-king wasn't rather appealing, despite the taboo of an incestuous relation.TAGGED FOR THE ONE AND ONLY ICHABOD WHOM I KNOW AS THE EPIC ICHABOD. MY CHARACTER'S ALL DECKED OUT IN UNDONE, SCANT RIDING GEAR, AND HE'S WAITING PATIENTLY FOR YOUR REPLY. IN CASE YOU WANTED TO KNOW, THIS POST IS SOME AMOUNT OF WORDS LONG AND COMPLETE. OH AND, THESE BOYS ARE SERIOUS WHORESTHIS KICK-ASS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DANCE IN THE DARK OF CAUTION, ATF, AND SDS. BACKGROUND BY PARADIZE ART

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