#♧ titus thread

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where: titus' palace | when: late night | whom: @sosangthehollowx Parin

Titus sits at a table, finishing up the books for the night as the last of that night's guests finish up their meals. All the while, the lone flutist — or rather, piper — continues his song.

Titus looks up and smiles at Parin. The man had proven himself an excellent performer and certainly a favorite among the regulars. Louis and Naveen love performing with him. There's just something about the man and his music that's special. Titus wants to pay him more, but the man insists it's enough.

Still, Titus finds ways to thoroughly share his appreciation.

The song ends, and the lingering guests and employees applaud. Titus joins then goes back to his papers.

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Titus can't stop laughing at how adorable the man is. Everything he says is earnest and unique.

"I'd love for us all to meet. My husband is quite a social butterfly. And I'm sorry people say that to you. Your grip is quite strong and I'm sure I couldn't come close to matching your friends in strength."

They continue up the beach, Titus enjoying the company and the smell of the sea.

"I must say though," he continues nervously, "if it's not too impolite of me, I would say your naked body is very tempting. Makes me want to act up despite how exposed we are out here."

"Well, whether or not you're succeeding at being politeness, you are at least trying, which is more than I can say about some people...! The other day, someone told me my handshake is as weak and limp as a fish, and I felt very offended by that... some of the strongest people I know have gills...!"

"Oh, you are going to Stefan's gala? Exciting! You and him should meet with me and Eric! We love going with couples!"

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where: titus' palace apartment | when: 2 AM | whom: @talebytale Naveen

Titus steps into the apartment above the restaurant and slumps against the door to close it with a tired but satisfied sigh.

"I'm done," he calls out, checking the time. 2 AM. Not bad for a Monday night.

He unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off slowly, lazily. Then he shuffles through the apartment, looking for Naveen.

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where: bed chambers at stefan's palace | when: daytime | whom: @talebytale Naveen

Titus enters the chambers he's been set up in after spending the morning in the kitchens, getting to know the many servants and helping with their morning duties. He's tugging off his flour covered shirt when he notices a shoe haphazardly kicked aside under a plush couch in the entry space of his rooms.

"Naveen?" he calls, dropping his shirt and rushing into the bedroom. "You made it!"

He launches himself into his partner's arms, holding him tight in the embrace. He still smells like the spices from their kitchen and the hibiscus flowers of their little balcony garden. He smells like home.

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Titus tries pushing his ass down onto the fingers and looks down between them, and sees Breck's throbbing dick near his own. So he wraps his hand around both of them as best he can and starts to stroke in time with Breck's fingers in his ass.

"Until your howls rival that of a wolf's." Breck grins as he watches Titus come undone by his fingers. His free arm tries it's best to steady the handsome man. His fingers continue to push further inside, a curling motion continuing to massage the prince's prostate.

"Just like that..." He chuckles mischievously, his own cock throbbing and twitching in the open air as Breck continues to watch how his fingers spread Titus open.

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where: the kitchens of stefan's palace | when: morning | whom: @beautyawoken

Titus leads Prince Aurore through the halls of the palace. He'd finally managed to find the kitchens and had insisted he show his new princely friend the joy of baking something for yourself.

Holding Ari's hand, they turn a corner and pass under an arch leading to the massive bustling kitchen.

"Here we go," he says, looking at Ari with a grin. "Let's test your skills, shall we?"

They head to a small area Titus had set up earlier. The servants had been hesitant having both princes in there while they worked, but all it took was Titus making them all his famous gumbo to convince them.

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where: stefan's palace | when: day time | whom: open to all

Titus wanders the halls of Stefan's palace, taking it all in. Sure, Naveen's family has a palace and it's beautiful and intimate. This though, this was Titus' entire town in one place. Easy to get lost in, somehow not very many empty spaces.

He's so caught up in his admiration that he walks right into a hard body.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he says, turning to the unfortunate soul. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

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Titus grins and drops his shirt and pants, now naked. His dick slowly gets hard with each passing moment. He steps forward and leans down. He places his hands on the back of the couch on either side of Eric's head.

"Trust me, Your Majesty. Come visit my home and you'll understand why fucking to some jazz music makes a difference."

He straightens and gets to his knees in between Eric's legs. He runs hands up Eric's thighs, feeling the muscles under the fabric. Then he reaches his crotch and deftly undoes them. He tugs them down, seeing that the king also wasn't wearing underwear.

perhaps they have skirted around this for far too long now,           and eric doesn't see the point of letting it go on longer than needed. which is why his eyes ogled at the other man with no shame now as he takes off his shirt and undid his pants while singing this jazz he's been talking about. the song is as moving as he said it was. shame his focus was taken from it now.

"   well, ours aren't always as lively, sure. but our music are derived from the sea itself. we dance to the music like the flowing waves, and dine in the sound like the still seas. and we also use it to call for the merfolk to hear our plea.   "    he says, gesturing for the other to come closer with his hand.    "   but for fucking? i don't need a song for that. just the sound of the ocean is enough for me.   "

eric has not taken off his pants yet, but from his legs that are spread open, the sight of his hardening length is unmistakable. there was a dark and knowing look when he looked at titus again, scooting his hips forward invitingly.    "   i know you want it. don't be shy.   "

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"Oh please, there's no need," Titus politely insists. "I've got an in with the owner. I eat there pretty much every day."

He snickers as he leads the handsome man through the lively streets of New Orleans. Titus waves to familiar faces.

"Well, I'd say I'm biased, but the gumbo is the best, but seafood boil is superb. And the beignets are to die for."

He wonders how long he can keep up the charade? Definitely not once they walk into the Palace but certainly before then, right?

"Well, isn't today my lucky day." Joon grinned, taking the offered arm. He really was lucky. While had hoped to get some direction, he didn't expect an export. And he was sure his father would have something to say about him taking the arm of a stranger. He had something to say anytime Joon disappeared.

"When we arrive, I'll pay for your meal. A thankful for your help." He wasn't an ingrate.

"I've heard amazing things about the place, I also hear they have good music. Seeing as I enjoy both...I thought why not. Have you been before? Any dishes you'd recommend?"

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Titus is standing at the host desk, letting the main hostess take her break. It's a week night, but it's no less bustling. Maybe just slightly more subdued than the weekends.

He smiles before he looks up but then immediately tenses. It's Vincent Facilier.

"What are you doing here?" he hisses, looking around for Naveen. "I thought it was agreed the restaurant is off limits for you?"

No matter how hard they try to cut the Shadow Man out of their lives, he always wiggles his way back in. Titus and Naveen just can't seem to stop letting him.

time: dinnertime. place: titus' palace. featuring: @thrcughthewccds

The door to Titus' Palace swings open with a soft jingle, the evening breeze carrying a hint of spice and mystery with it. Vincent Facilier, sharp and impeccably dressed as always, slides into the warm glow of the restaurant with the kind of swagger that could stop hearts—or start fires. His spirited, purple eyes sparkle with mischief as he tips his hat back ever so slightly, knowing gaze landing on Titus.

“Smells great in here, as always. Like a lil' slice of heaven in the heart of the bayou.” He leans casually against the counter, his voice low and warm. “And would you look at that, the man who knows how to make magic in the kitchen. How you doing tonight, mon cher?”

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Titus whines under the unexpected soft kisses on his chest, contrasting the sharp thrusts inside him.

When his legs are lowered he immediately wraps them around Gothel, pressing his heels into the soft globes of Gothel's ass, adding more oomph to his fucking.

Titus tilts his head, giving Gothel's lips more access to his neck, silently begging for marks and nips.

knowing that the other doesn't have full control of his body, that he's somewhat bound, seems to turn gothel on even more. titus is hot alone. he doesn't need anything to make him more appealing. but he's good enough to eat like that. 

instead of responding to him, he just continues to run his hands all over his body. he lowers his legs again.

then, he lowers himself so that he can pepper kisses up titus' chest. when he gets to his neck, his thrusts go deeper and deeper.

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"I own a restaurant," Titus says proudly. "Built it with my partner. We sell my best recipes."

Slowly, they add the few wet ingredients and really get the dough going.

"Well, that sounds like a charmed life. Kept you down to earth in a way."

Soon enough, their doughs are smooth, so now they set them aside to rest.

"So," Titus says, drawing out the vowel for a moment. "A couple of hours is plenty of time to find a quiet private space."

He knows they've been dancing around the flirtation, trying to remain friendly. But honestly, Titus is curious about what Ari looks like beneath those soft clothes.

ari  didn't  really  have  to  do  too  much  growing  up,  he  had  the  three  godfairies  doing  most  for  him.  he  had  his  own  duties,  yes,  but  not  baking,  so  this  was  all  fairly  new  to  him  &  he  was  excited  to  learn,  in  case  the  many  questions  didn't  make  that  obvious  enough  yet.

"you  sell  your  bakery?"  that  explained  why  he  was  so  good  at  it.  doing  what  he  loved  every  day,  the  young  prince  couldn't  help  but  envy  the  other.  he  didn't  even  know  what  he  wanted  to  do  with  his  life  yet.  or...what  he  could  now  that  he  had  all  this  responsibility  shoved  upon  him.

he  helped  where  he  could,  always  careful  to  follow  instructions  if  given  &  otherwise  just  observing  with  a  little  glow  in  his  eyes.  the  explanation  made  sense  in  a  way  &  he  made  sure  to  remember  it  next  time  he  tried  baking.  it  was  relaxing  in  a  way,  mixing  all  the  ingredients  together.  knowing  he  would  end  up  making  something  only  fueled  him,  lost  in  the  process,  titus'  words  pulled  him  out  of  it.  "no..  not  at  all.  i  grew  up  in  the  forest,  we  didn't  bake  often.  i'm  not  sure  where  our  food  came  from,  truth  be  told.  they  didn't  tell  me  much,  but  i  loved  gathering  mushrooms  in  the  forest."

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All of Titus's moans and whines are stuttered with each thrust. His arms pull on his restraints, desperately wanting to touch more, to feel the man fucking him. It's so deliciously frustrating that he can't see or feel more.

But he finally hears the man voice sounds, and Titus can tell that Gothel is clearly enjoying himself too.

"You like my tight hole?" Titus says between his own moans. "You like having me trapped here for you to fuck?"

who is he to not give the prince everything that he wants? gothel moves slightly so that he can lift one of titus' legs and then the other one follows suit. he grabs onto his calves tightly, using them as a way to support himself up. 

then he starts to fuck him faster than before. the only things heard from him are the lewd moans and groans slipping out of his mouth. 

 his body slams into the younger man's as he's fucking him like there's no tomorrow.

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Titus whimpers and moans as Gothel finally gets really going. With the mask on, even the simple act of fucking feels like a new experience. He can't watch what's coming, he can only feel what's happening in the moment.

He's never fully understood Naveen's life philosophy until now because holy fuck this is amazing.

"Faster," he begs. "Harder. Please. Fuck me stupid."

hearing someone beg him for more was excitement. that was probably making him even more aroused.

slowly, gothel started to move his hips back and forth, letting his length slide in and out of titus' walls. he leaned down to wrap his hand around his member too, getting it a couple of strokes.

whenever he pushed his cock balls deep, he ran his thumb over the man's tip.

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Titus feels every movement intensely, excited for what could possibly be coming next.

Then he feels the cock push in and he moans so loud, he's surpise he doesn't bring the castle down. By the time the whole cock is in, he's panting like a desperate dog.

"Finally. Please, Gothel. Please."

still wanting to keep up some of the mystery up, gothel's making sure that he doesn't speak.

although he does pull a pillow closer to him and slides it under titus' back to give him some support. he spits on his hand and strokes his own shaft a couple of times.

then, he props himself up on his knees and spreads the man by holding onto his right leg. gothel presses the tip of his length against the prince's hole and slowly starts to push himself inside. he inches closer and closer until he's fully in, staying that way for a minute before moving.

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Titus whimpers as the tongue teases his hole without breaching.

"Please, Gothel," he begs, trying to move his hips to get the tongue inside him. "Please, fuck me."

He's shivering from the ice and anticipation. He's loving every second, his dick aching and leaking pre. His arms flex as he tugs against the restraints, wishing he could touch himself or Gothel. It's so hot.

By that point, most of the ice cube has melted already, but Gothel doesn't dare to speak. He wants this to be as mysterious as possible.

Instead, he just makes sure to hold Titus' legs in that position to continue.

He trades the cold cube with his tongue. After spitting on the man's hole, he laps his tongue around it and presses it up against it. While vibrating it quickly, he looks to see his reactions again.