Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/11825895.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      王室教師ハイネ_|_Oushitsu_Kyoushi_Haine_|_The_Royal_Tutor_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Leonhard_von_Granzreich/Heine_Wittgenstein
  Character:
      Leonhard_von_Granzreich, Heine_Wittgenstein
  Additional Tags:
      Porn_Without_Plot, NSFW, blowjob, bj, Student/Teacher, age_gap, Age
      Difference, idk_what_else_2_tag_this_as, i_rarely_write_or_post_fics,
      whatever
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-17 Words: 1354
****** A Prince on His Knees ******
by Reed_Fandango
Summary
     In which a prince kneels before his tutor.
     AKA: In which Leo gives Heine a blowjob and Heine remains as stoic as
     ever. Porn without plot.
Notes
     ive never written nsfw before plz forgive me
The only sound in the large, empty throne room was the faint pants of one young
prince, muffled and soft against swollen skin, the sounds wet as his head
bobbed along the length of the room's only other occupant's cock.
The pace was moderate, not fast but nowhere near slow, but with enough
hesitance it became clear to any hypothetical viewer the blonde was new to
sexual encounters of any kind. His usually soft, pink lips had gone red and
swollen around his tutor's dick, stretched to fit the thickness of it within
his mouth, eyes closed tightly as he seemed to be focusing all too hard upon
the action. So intently focused, in fact, it seemed he was neglecting the
rising tent within his own pants in favour of attending to the elder's needs.
Said elder sat in the throne, feet not quite touching the ground, not slumped
but not upright- sat comfortably so, blank expression locked on the young
prince's face as he repeatedly swallowed and released the member. He acted as
normal as could be, as though this were as common and mundane as lecturing on
the etiquette of attending a banquet, or the formulae used in rudimentary
science. His hands rested upon the arms of the throne; small frame accented by
the back-lighting of the large windows; the only source of light in the large
chamber. Had Leo taken the time to open his eyes and look up at the other
participant in this act, he'd surely have been intimidated by the aura Heine
gave off in such a position.
On the opposite end of things, the light hit Leo in such a way that his blond
hair grew shades lighter, highlighting his already pale skin and giving it a
near angelic glow, the dusty red across his cheeks like the fresh buds of roses
in the melting of winter to spring. Heine found himself fascinated with the
sight, lost in the beauty the young prince emanated.
Leo was always beautiful- he was not known as the most gorgeous man in all of
the continent for no reason, certainly, but it was at moments like this that
Heine could truly appreciate it fully. It was when the hotheaded, stubborn boy
was silent, lost in his own pleasure and attempts to fulfill the duty to Heine
he'd constructed within his own mind, that Heine could bask in the bliss of it
all. It, of course, also helped that the warm cavity of Leo's mouth and throat
sliding up and down along him send tingles of pleasure up his spine, but that
was neither here nor there.
Shifting, but not so much as to dare interrupt the actions and to keep Leo
unaware for the moment, Heine reached a small hand out. With it, he slowly
threaded fingers in the silky, fine hair, catching the prince's attention. He
opened his eyes, finally, pausing momentarily with cock half down his throat
and breath heavy through his nose as he stared up at his tutor with questioning
eyes.
"You look lovely like this," Heine murmured, voice flat as was his constant,
but with a level to them that was not lost to the younger. "You look so
beautiful with a cock down your throat."
The red on Leonhard's cheeks grew a shade darker, and he nearly choked as he
instinctively moved to fire a retort back, in his stubbornly embarrassed
manner. He gagged, the tip of Heine's cock hitting the back of his throat, and
the grip in his hair tightened- what had once been gentle, feather-light finger
tips against his scalp now dug in, holding him still as his body moved
subconsciously away from the intruder within his body. Another chocked noise
followed, but Leo steadied, chest heaving from the lack of oxygen he was
receiving through his actions.
Heine moved once more, other hand falling to the blond hair, mirroring the
positioning of his right. A small, soft whimper escaped Leonhard's swollen lips
as nails dug into his scalp, and Heine gently stroked the pad of his thumb
against the skin in near apology. Tears welled in Leo's eyes, and he furiously
batted his lashes in a feeble attempt to cast them away. Saliva slipped from
the corner of his mouth, dribbling down his chin and onto the floor and
creating already a rather vulgar scene. Heine took another moment to admire
this, etching the expression the young boy made into his memories- though there
was always future chances to see this once more, the first time was always a
special one.
Tightening his grip once more, he coaxed another choked whimper from prince
Leonhard's mouth, still muffled around the member a longways down his throat.
His blue eyes met the firey ones of Heine's, finding a brief moment of
reassurance within the eye contact.
And with that, Heine began to move.
He wasted no time, thrusting with full strength into the warm orifice,
strangled sounds erupting from Leo as he did so. He thrusted his hips forward
and back, thick cock colliding over and over again against the wall of Leo's
throat, the prince held tightly in place by his hair which tugged against the
motions in a painful, and yet somehow pleasurable way.
The movements were rough and fast, and Leo found his hands twitching and
looking for a place to rest- somewhere to go, something to grip or do, but he
found his mind only drew blanks as his vision went blurry and thoughts became
static as his tutor continued to face-fuck him with ferocity.
Heine made no sound, and the throne room became filled with wet, smacking
noises, the whimpers and mewls choking against the intruding member echoing
through the room and bouncing back at him, almost in mockery. His knees stung
as he remained kneeled upon the cold, hard floor, and he found stray tears
falling down his cheeks as it continued- not from negative emotions, no, but
perhaps the inability to process it all. The pleasure, the confusion, the pain
and the quickness. And, perhaps as well, from the heat pooling in his lower
stomach as his own dick grew hard and throbbed with a need to be touched.
What was only moments stretched like hours, but as soon as it began it was
over, Heine releasing only a soft, monotonous grunt as his fingers dug deeper
into the light hair, seed spilling and filling the young prince's mouth. Leo's
eyes widened, but as he saw the look on the royal tutor's face, he dutifully
began swallowing what he could, the salty taste of semen foreign upon a tongue
so accustomed to sweets. What he couldn't swallow dripped and fell, landing in
soft drops upon his clothed knees and small pools upon the marble floor, white
fluid dripping down his chin in a lewd manner.
As Heine stilled, the last of his seed finishing, he fixed his eyes upon the
now messy sight that Leo was. Silky hair ruffled and tousled, eyes wet with
tears, cheeks flushed with heat and chin a mess of drool, sweat and cum, it was
a shame there was no way to record a copy of it for future nights alone.
Silence reigned, both men catching their breath in the aftermath, Heine slowly
withdrawing himself from the prince's mouth, and Leo breathed in and out hard,
trying to make up for previously lost oxygen throughout the whole ordeal.
"You know," Heine began, voice steady but with only the faintest hint of
breathiness, "When I had said you had better things to do with your mouth than
mouth-off, I hadn't quite meant this."
Leo said nothing, but the expression that flickered across his face betrayed
his internal instinctual need to retort or reply in a snarky manner. As was the
existence of Leonhard von Granzreich.
Heine looked down, blank expression remaining as he eyed up the tent that
remained in the youth's pants. Neglected, he thought, absently. Leo had been
neglecting his own needs through this.
And with that, another opportunity arose for the tutor with too many things
upon his mind.
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