"Alright, that will be all for today, Your Royal Highness."

"Really? You're not saying that just to make me let down my guard?"

"Why, Your Royal Highness, why ever would I do that?"

It wasn't that Pioky disliked his teacher-- quite the opposite, in fact; Professor Allenfell was a wonderful teacher and mentor, and Pioky enjoyed his company...but, the fuzzy, short foreign ferret had a way of forcing Pioky to let down his guard, so he could build him back up again. This wasn't about combat, however, but academics. Allenfell was a teacher of manners, etiquette and debate, and Pioky was begrudgingly learning-- what was a nobleman without a sharp tongue?

Behind Pioky, his bodyguard stood patiently by the door, clad in the armour that fit his slim, 13-year-old body. Four had already been standing for a couple of hours but showed no signs of tiring, to the point where even the other guard in the room was impressed. Across from the prince of his empire, the ferret professor rose and collected his documents, tapping them against the table to squarely put them all together before he tucked them under his arms.

"Until next time, then, Your Royal Highness." He bowed and Pioky pursed his lips, still a little wary, but as the ferret began to move out from his seat and around the main couch that Pioky was sitting on, the prince relaxed. He turned his head and watched out the corner of his eye as the ferret stepped across the room towards the door, nodding to the armoured guard and then to the feline cub in turn, before he pulled open the door and slipped through. The older knight quickly followed suit and closed the door behind him, bathing the room in a quiet silence.

Pioky blew a long sigh and relaxed back against the cushions as his ears twisted to the sound of padding footsteps to his left. He turned his head to see Four round the couch he was sitting on and flop down, his spear resting against the door. Pioky wondered if he was perhaps being too lax, but in all the years that Four had been his bodyguard, Pioky had never really been...well, attacked. Not yet, anyway.

"That was boring," Four stuck out his tongue as he lolled his head back, breathing a sigh. "I don't know how you put up with that stuff."

"I have to," Pioky reminded him. "You know...for the good of the empire and being a good king, and all that?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Four waved a hand and stuck out his tongue again, and Pioky couldn't help but giggle. Four often more like a kid than he did, even if he was a year older than the fennolf prince. With a tired sigh, Four leant to the right and rested on his side, putting his head on Pioky's lap. The fennolf instinctively reached down and stroked the feline's hair-- Four never wore a helmet, so it was easy for the prince to run his fingers through that lush hair, vanilla in colour. The vibrations of Four's purring made it clear he enjoyed the affection.

"How long do we have?" Four asked, and Pioky pursed his muzzle, lost in thought for a moment.

"Uh...about an hour, I think?" He finally answered. "I have a history lesson with Sir Parlenta."

Four let out a long and deliberately over the top sigh, stretching his arms and legs out as Pioky shook his head, suppressing a smirk. After a moment or two, Four heaved himself back up and rolled his shoulders, stretching his muzzle into a grimace. He slowly turned to the prince and grinned, leaning closer and reaching out with a hand, placing it on Pioky's leg. He shuffled ever so slightly closer, enough for their legs to bump together and for Pioky to feel the coolness of metal against his side.

"So, if we have an hour..." Four trailed off and Pioky knew what he was after-- the feline was particularly easy to read when he was getting raunchy. A grin spread across Pioky's face and he shifted, lowering his hand to place it atop Four's own.

"Well, if we have time." Pioky isn't normally so forward or willing, but he can't deny that he feels a little heated too from the thought-- it's not like it's been a while since they last did it, but...well, they're hormonal boys. Pioky snaked his hand up Four's arm towards the thick shoulder plate of his armour and he reached beneath to wrestle with the strap that held it to the teen's shoulder, watching as it sagged when loosened. Four shifted and dipped his shoulder and it rolled down his arm, lodging itself between them. Neither of them seemed to care, however-- instead, Four pushed forwards, pressing his muzzle to the prince's own.

Four often took the lead in situations like that, and that time was no exception. Even as Pioky pushed against Four and affirmed his lips to the teen's own, Four pushed harder, forcing Pioky back against the cushions. The feline shifted and nudged, coaxing the fennolf to turn more until he could lay the 12-year-old down along the length of the couch, with the feline on top. Their lips remained locked and Four briefly, occasionally parted here and there to apply another firm and affectionate kiss as his tail playfully swished left and right. Beneath him, Pioky reached up to clasp to Four's clothed shoulders, one hand against the cloth and the other pressed against the cool metal of Four's shoulder armour. 

The feline parted his lips and in turn, Pioky did the same, the two deepening their kiss as Four's tongue pushed forwards and started to roam, smearing and tasting his prince's saliva. Pioky quivered beneath him, his heartbeat quickening as he squirmed and arched his back from the delightful sensation of such intimate kissing. His skin prickled beneath his soft white fur and his fingers curled against Four's body as that slightly rough feline tongue brushed against his own, and in turn, the prince felt adventurous, enough to push his own tongue forwards to meet Four's own. The feline purred atop him and clearly enjoyed Pioky getting into it, and he teetered himself on a hand, his other one started to pull at Pioky's fancy clothes, trying to get to the fur and flesh beneath.

"Four..." Pioky mumbled his lover's name, their lips parting for a brief moment as the feline leant up, reaching around to tug and pull at the straps that kept his armour on. His shoulders loosened first, before he plucked at the straps around his sides, causing the chest plate to fall off in two segments. It was surprisingly light despite being made of metal, and Four tossed the front part to the floor, reaching behind him for the other half and doing the same to that, too. Beneath he wore only a vest of sorts, and wasted no time in yanking it over his head to expose his mixed golden and cream fur beneath. Pioky's eyes raked across his athletic frame before he squirmed and struggled to manoeuvre himself out of his own top, eventually managing to get it over his head and revealing the complete lack of any garments beneath, his fluffy white chest quickly exposed.

The two of them simply couldn't keep their hands off each other, and their need for sex was in earnest, for they didn't have that much time. Four pressed his body down again and they squirmed, chest to chest, as their lips met again. Four wasted no time in pushing his tongue forwards, touching with his once more. Their kisses were passionate and eager, their hands roaming and touching-- well, Pioky's were at least, for Four had to keep himself propped up one way or another. Regardless, he did at least manage to use one hand to work down Pioky's pants, slipped them past his boyish hips to reveal the underwear beneath. In turn, Pioky worked his hands up towards Four's hips and pulled, sliding his tight-fitting trousers over his lean, athletic ass. The fennolf took a moment to roam and grasp fistfuls of Four's behind, much to the feline's surprise, before he snaked his hands up along that naked back. Four pressed down and Pioky shuddered as he felt his lover's cock push against his own.

As they kissed, Four began to move, slowly gyrating his hips. He was unable to really spread his legs, and it was, unfortunately, the same for Pioky, both of their legs trapped by their own pants-- but the gyrations alone were more than enough to stimulate the pair of them. Four's member didn't quite rub too firmly with Pioky's own directly, but their members nuzzled to the side of one-another, aroused by the feeling of warm fur against the underside of their cocks more than anything else. Pioky moaned against the feline's lips and arched his back, wanting to be closer to his bodyguard. His hands raked up that back and towards Four's neck, where he curled his arms around it and deepened their kiss, his little humanoid cock fervently twitching against Four's own, his lover's length an inch bigger than his.

Four's rhythmic motions caused the two of them to moan and huff, and the feline started to half-purr, half-growl with desire. Pioky could feel the dampness of pre-cum against his body as Four slowly picked up speed as the fennolf lapped his tongue against Four's own fervently, over and over. Four propped himself up with both hands, his fingers curled against the fancy cushions beneath them, until he grew impatient and needy. Though he enjoyed their idle frotting, he clearly wanted more, and after a few minutes of coaxing, humping and kissing, Four abruptly pulled back.

"Mmmh...what is it?" Pioky asked, looking up at the aroused feline, who stared down at him with a flushed, grinning expression. Four wiped his mouth and then scooted back, twisting to the side and forcing himself to stand. Pioky could understand why-- Four wore knee guards as part of his armour and they stopped him from being able to completely remove his pants. As he removed the knee-guards, Pioky quickly slipped off his own trousers and underwear by extension that had snugly sat around his knees, and he rolled onto his front, moving his fluffy tail to the side. By the time Four was done and had turned around, he was greeted to the sight of his naked lover expectantly waiting for him, and Four wasted no time in hopping back up onto the couch.

"I love it when you're eager." Four licked his lips at the sight and nestled himself atop Pioky's body, pushing his hips down so that the length of his erection, slightly slickened with pre-cum, could graze between the fennolf's white-furred cheeks. Pioky pushed his behind back and Four took it as an opportunity to scoot a hand beneath the prince's body and pulled him up, coaxing him into an all-fours position. Four lifted himself up as a result and licked his lips as his hand snaked back around to Pioky's ass, his fingers squeezing the soft, supple flesh. He spread the cheek with a hand and then scooted himself back so that he could angle his member down, smearing it between his lover's cheeks as the fennolf hung his head, closing his eyes. A quiet sigh escaped the prince's throat as Four's cock wedged itself up against the fennolf's tight little entrance. The bodyguard hesitated for no longer than a few breaths before he pushed, pressing the head of his foreskinned cock to the cubs behind. Pioky instinctively relaxed and welcomed the member into him with a delicate groan, followed by a light hiss as his innards squeezed and tried to adjust.

Four pushed his hips forward and in a single thrust, he hilted in his lover's behind, his pelvis nestling up against those clenching cheeks. The feline curled his fingers around the prince's hips and straightened himself up, admiring the sight of his bent-over lover from above, before he slowly slid back. The pre-cum that oozed from his member served as ample lubrication for his movements, and as he pulled back all the way to the tip, his subsequence thrust was easier and slicker than before. A groan escaped his lips as he met with Pioky's ass for a second time and his grip around those hips tightened in response, his teeth gritted. Pioky, meanwhile, hung his head and quietly moaned to himself, tempted to reach in between his legs and jerk himself off, but thought better of it, wanting to keep himself steady instead.

After a moment or two, Four leant forwards, towering over the fennolf beneath him for a moment before pressing the length of his chest and stomach against the 12-year-old's back. Pioky tried to push back up against him so that he could feel the warmth and proximity of Four's body against his own a little more, but before he could even do anything Four thrusts, plunging into him. A moan escaped the fennolf's lips as he wriggled his behind, pushing it back against Four's crotch, and in turn the feline growled and lowered his head, pressing his lips and muzzle to the back of the prince's neck. He traced his mouth up along towards Pioky's shoulder and then parted his lips, grazing his teeth fervently against the fluffy white fur. He tugged his hips back as his member twitched and throbbed and plunging forwards in a harsh, rough thrust that had Pioky gasping, his cheeks flushed-- Four was being a little rough, but that's what made it so good. The way that the feline dominated him was enough to make him quiver.

All of a sudden, Four's teeth clamped down, though they were gentle. They pressed against the soft flesh between Pioky's shoulder and neck and Four's mouth passionately clung to him, biting him as they mated together. Pioky's fingers curled against the couch beneath him as Four's thrusting cock hit all the right spots within him, that thick, 5-inch member grazing and probing against his prostate, eliciting an inner spasm as well as an eager twitch from his own cock in turn. He whimpered, desperate for more, and Four was happy to give it to him.

The feline began in on a series of rough, rapid thrusts, his pelvis meeting with the cub's ass over and over as the wet slaps of their lewd sex started to fill the room, accentuated by their laboured breathing and Four's dominant growls of pleasure and desire. Pioky could feel himself getting more and more turned on the harder and faster Four thrust into him, and over time he began to feel a tightness growing within his body, accompanied by the spiking pleasure that shot up his spine and made his body tingle and his innards squeeze. Four's growling became more fervent as well, but his teeth never bit down harder despite that-- he humped with a ferocity befitting a carnally driven boy as his balls swung back and forth, meeting with Pioky's own every time he hilted fully inside the fennolf. 

It didn't take long for Four's thrusts to become irregular, his once-dominant growling shifting into heavy, pleasured grunts as his thrusting slowed and his breathing conversely quickened, huffing against Pioky's neck. The fennolf, in turn, was slowly reaching his own release, just barely on the cusp-- he needed only a couple more thrusts if that, and Four was more than happy to give it to him. The prince moaned, his voice light and high-pitched, as his pleasure reached a peak before the knot inside him explosively loosened and an aching bliss washed over him, his arms trembling as they attempted to keep him upright. He closed his eyes and relished the feeling as his member twitched, spurting little droplets onto the fabric beneath him as his innards clamped and spasmed, milking every inch of Four's pounding cock. The tight grip of his inner walls alone was enough to make Four pause and the feline let out a long and heavy sigh through his nose, abruptly relaxing atop Pioky as he, too, orgasmed; he painted Pioky's insides with his sticky teen seed, each fervent twitch of his cock causing his balls to tuck up against his body, eager to empty their load.

The two were left panting in their post-sex bliss, with Pioky struggling to keep the two of them up. His arms inevitably gave up and he suddenly dropped, his shoulders hitting the couch as a grunt of surprise escaped his muzzle. Four loosened his mouth from around Pioky's neck and purred, nuzzling against his neck as the fennolf giggled, his bushy tail squirming between them.

"Mmh..." Pioky began with a sigh. "You're always so feisty, Four."

"And don't you enjoy it, Your Royal Highness?" Four teased, enough to make Pioky stick out his tongue-- it was weird when Four used his royal title in private.

"...Do you think the maids will notice the mess on the couch?" Four asked after a moment and Pioky paled.

"I hope not..." He muttered, before he sighed. Honestly, he didn't care-- he wanted nothing more to sleep with Four cradling him from behind...but the day was still young, and there was still much to do. A playful growl escaped Four's lips as he shifted, pulling back before abruptly pushing forwards again, kneading his spent length inside the prince's behind for a moment or two. Pioky rolled his eyes, a smile tracing his lips.

It was a good thing he still had an hour before his next lesson-- it seemed like Four had no intention of letting him relax peacefully...not that he minded.