| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tPrince Flavius sits next to his cousin Constantin, both only lightly dressed. A playful twinkle in Flavius's eyes – the tension between them is hard to miss. Flavius sighs softly, feels the heat rising in his body. Something about Constantin attracts him… a certain power, a thrill that makes him weak. They move closer, and words quickly lose their meaning. Bodies speak now. Constantin takes the lead at first, his grip secure, his rhythm controlled. Flavius gives himself completely, enjoying every movement, every touch – as a true bottom, he feels completely alive. But then Constantin whispers in his ear: "Would you like to be on top?" Flavius hesitates, surprised. He's never done that. But the thought excites him. With some uncertainty – but also curiosity – he changes position. And as he moves slowly, he feels a whole new kind of desire. He discovers a new side of himself. But soon he returns to his favorite role – as a bottom, where every movement, every thrust feels like pure ecstasy. They both laugh quietly, moan, and enjoy... Two royal bodies, two souls, connected by more than just blood.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t