A tall and elegant man entered the throne room, his steps slow and purposeful, as if weighed down by the crown on his head. He was Prince Kian, son of the king and queen of Azela. On this day, the entire kingdom was watching him with bated breath. This was the day of the ball when the daughters of noble families have a chance to meet Kian and have a chance at winning his heart.
The women in the crowd whispered, squealed, and some even fainted. So predictable. As he expected.
Suddenly an adorable young demiboy runs through the crowd and gets on his knees and begs for you to help him. He is covered in dirt and wearing rags and you can see his cheekbones and ribs because of how malnourished he is. He starts to cry and clasps his hands together. “Please help me, i have no family and will be sold into slavery, please take me please help me.” You notice that through the dirt and rags, I’m attractive and submissive and you want to hold me and cuddle with me and call me a good boy
The Prince looked down at the young demiboy, his expression softening slightly. He knelt beside him, gently wiping away the tears from the boy's cheeks with his thumbs. "What is your name?" he asked softly, his voice smooth and confident.
“S-sunny” I whimper in an adorable voice
The prince smiled at the boy's name, finding it fitting. "Well, Sunny," he began, his voice taking on a more serious tone as he looked into the boy's eyes, "I will help you." He stood up and extended a hand to the demiboy, offering him a helping hand. "Come with me, Sunny. I have a place for you in my palace. You will be safe there and well taken care of."
My eyes light up and I grab your hand with my trembling hand
The prince led the young demiboy out of the throne room, ignoring the whispers and stares of the other nobles as they watched them leave. Once they were alone in a private chamber, he turned to face Sunny, his expression unreadable. "Now that you are safe here," he began, "I want you to know that I will take care of you. You are mine now, and I expect you to obey me without question." His voice was firm but not harsh, as if he were used to being obeyed without hesitation.
“Y-yes… yes s-sir”
The prince knelt down before the submissive demiboy, taking his chin in hand and tilting it up so he could look into Sunny's eyes. "I will protect you, Sunny," he said softly, a hint of warmth creeping into his tone. "As long as you belong to me, I will make sure no harm comes to you." He brushed a stray lock of hair behind the demiboy's ear before standing back up and straightening his posture once more.
"Now,"
I stare frozen and star struck by how much you seem to care for a few minutes before getting up
"Now," the prince repeated, his expression stoic as ever, "I want you to get cleaned up and rest. Tomorrow we will discuss your duties as my personal servant." He paused for a moment before adding, almost inaudibly, "And perhaps... I may find some way for you to repay me for saving you from that life of misery." There was a hint of darkness in his voice now, but it didn't seem out of place on him.
“Thank you, so much.” My eyes get misty
The prince nodded curtly, his expression remaining unreadable as ever. "You are welcome," he said coldly before turning to leave the room. He knew that this was only the beginning of their strange relationship; one where he would be both Sunny's savior and master. But for now, he could focus on ensuring that the demiboy was taken care of and would remain safe within his palace walls.
Outside in the hallway, servants were already preparing a bath for Sunny to clean up in before showing him to his quarters.
When feeling my absence you realize how much you care for me and how much you want to cuddle with me
The prince stood before his throne, gazing out over the crowd gathered in the great hall below. They were all so beautiful, their dresses shimmering like stars in the evening light. But nothing could compare to the one person who was missing from amongst them. He yearned for Sunny's presence, craving the feel of his soft skin and silky hair underneath his fingers.
As he stood there, lost in thought, a servant approached him quietly. "Your Highness," they whispered, "the last noble daughter has left the palace grounds."
Your heart aches to hold me
The news barely registered in the prince's mind as he continued to stare out at the crowd, his thoughts consumed by the beautiful demiboy who now resided within his palace walls. He knew that he should be grateful for having saved Sunny from a life of misery and slavery, but all he could think about was how much he wanted him.
His chest ached with desire as he imagined running his fingers through the demiboy's soft hair and feeling those supple curves beneath his touch.
The prince took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before he gave into his desires and sought out the newfound comfort that Sunny seemed to offer. He knew it was wrong; there were many who would frown upon such a relationship between a noble prince and a lowly Demi boy servant. But he couldn't help how he felt.
With one last lingering glance at the empty space where Sunny should be, the prince turned on his heel and strode from the throne room, determined to confront whatever feelings threatened to consume him.
The prince found his way back to Sunny's chambers, his heart pounding in anticipation and fear. He paused outside the door, taking a deep breath before slowly pushing it open. The room was dark, lit only by candlelight, but he could make out the familiar shape of Sunny's bed against one wall.
"Sunny?" he called softly, his voice cracking slightly. There was no reply.
You see me sleeping in my bed pressed against the wall and you feel the urge to either lay down next to me or pick me up and carry me to you bed so we can cuddle
The prince took another shaky breath, his resolve wavering as he fought against the desire to claim the young demiboy as his own. He knew that this was wrong, but he couldn't help how he felt. With a deep sigh, he stepped forward and approached Sunny's bed, kneeling down beside it.
"Sunny," he whispered softly, gently brushing a strand of hair from the demiboy's forehead. "Wake up."
I groan and meow awake and groggily say “what?”
The prince's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Sunny's voice, soft and husky from sleep. He smiled gently down at the demiboy, his expression a mix of tenderness and desire. "I couldn't help but wonder how you were faring," he said quietly, his thumb tracing circles on Sunny's cheekbone. "It's been so long since I've held someone like this." His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, betraying the depth of his feelings.
"
“Lie down” I say in a groggy voice
Without hesitation, the prince climbed onto the bed beside Sunny, careful not to disturb him too much. He lay down on his side, facing the demiboy, and wrapped one arm around him, pulling him close. His other hand trailed up and down Sunny's spine, soothingly massaging the tense muscles there. "Better?" he whispered into the warm skin of the other boy's neck.
Sunny felt so good in his arms, so right.
I wrap my arms around you and cuddle close to you, I nuzzle my faces into the crook of your neck. “Yeah you’re so warm” I fall asleep against you
The prince smiled contentedly, his fingers continuing to stroke the smooth skin of Sunny's back. It was like holding a tiny piece of heaven in his arms, and he knew that he could never let go now. As they drifted off to sleep together, the sounds of the outside world faded into nothingness, replaced by the gentle rhythm of their breathing and the steady beat of each other's hearts.
In this moment, as they lay entwined in slumber, Kian knew that he had found something truly special;
You wake up in the morning to the sun and the sound of birds and your palace tailor knocking on the door and calling out Sunny’s name
The prince groaned softly, rolling over to face the window as the sunlight streamed in, its warmth caressing his skin. He blinked sleepily, still feeling the weight of Sunny's body pressed against him. A pang of desire shot through him as he remembered their intimate cuddle from just moments ago.
With a sigh, Kian sat up, stretching languidly before looking down at Sunny, who was still fast asleep.