#hiding it as much as I can- flfglgkg

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

alr fine here you go have fun <333

Ik like. three people are gonna read this but I wrote this as a joke of ‘haha let’s make people embarrassed while they’re with their family on thanksgiving’ but also for the people that are with shitty family members hello I see you I love you here’s some gay sex to get you through today I believe in you you’re amazing <3333

The king sat back on his haunches, a smile playing on his face as he tilted his head. “You want it soft and possessive?” 

Beneath him the Mad Ducktor was flushed, and refusing to meet his gaze. “If you can,” he was almost pouting, it’d taken a moment for Fenton to pull that confession from him. 

Fenton fell forward, hands landing on either side of Mads’ head. “Of course,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to Mads’ jaw. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed by.” He could feel him tense slightly beneath him, so he rested a hand on his chest. “Relax.” 

Quick fingers had the Mad Ducktor’s shirt undone in seconds, while he kept him distracted with kisses to his neck and jaw. At last he pulled away the clothes, now able to reach beneath his collar. 

A soft bite to his shoulder. Mads gasped. 

Smirking against the side of his neck, Fenton slipped his hands down to his belt. “All dressed up for me, hm?”

“W-well, they’re really just my casual clothes-“ 

“Hush,” Fenton sat up slightly, holding a hand to Mads’ beak. “I���m trying to get the ‘possessive’ part down.” 

Mads giggled, and Fenton failed at hiding his grin as he finished getting his pants off. He ran his hands through the feathers of Mads’ torso, against the grain. 

“Now you,” the Mad Ducktor reached up and unclasped the king’s cape. 

Sitting back fully Fenton finished the job, his clothes landing with Mads’ on the stone floor of their room. He leaned back down, nipping at Mads’ neck. 

“You wear a high collar, yes?” The king’s tone was soft yet casual, his breath ruffling the feathers of Mads’ neck. “So no one will see if I leave marks here. Unless- unless you want them to? You want others to see traces of me on you?” 

He bit and sucked, finally pulling a whine from the bird beneath him. Mads’ mouth fell open as he tried to catch his breath. 

Fenton at last moved away, sitting back slightly to admire his work. A soft purple mark was left on Mads’ neck, and he smiled. “And we can’t have just one- do you need more?” 

He continued, leaving a variety of dark marks across the skin of Mads’ neck and shoulders. The assassin slowly got louder, head tipped back as he gasped and whined and moaned. Fenton could feel the heat building between his legs at the sound alone.

He left his marks in places that would be covered by Mads’ usual outfit- knowing in reality how much he would hate it if they were visible. But for today, it was a small fantasy they allowed both of them to indulge in. 

Satisfied, the king let his hand slowly trail down Mads’ abdomen before gently making contact with the space between his legs. Mads squeezed his eyes shut and let out the smallest of whimpers. 

“Already so wet for me…” the king slipped a finger inside of him. “Good.” 

The assassin let out a heavy breath. “Gods- Fenton-“ 

Fenton grinned at the reaction, watching Mads’ face contort in pleasure. Just as asked he was slow, drawing it out for as long as he was patient enough before adding another finger. Mads’ hand gripped the sheet next to him. 

“Wait-“ Fenton momentarily broke their spell. “Do you want it gentle slow or edging slow?” 

Mads’ eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “If you don’t hurry up and get in me Fenton I swear to-“ 

The king laughed and added a third finger on a particularly deep thrust, effectively silencing him with his own moan. 

A few more thrusts, then Fenton pulled his fingers away. Mads whined, but the king compensated quickly by positioning himself between his legs, stroking himself with Mads’ wetness. He leaned down to murmur in his ear. “Will you beg for me?”

Mads wasted no time. “Please, Fen please- I need you. Use me, please-“

“Good job,” Fenton praised, pulling him into a kiss. He slipped his tongue inside of him as he slid himself in to the hilt. 

Mads arched up into him with a loud moan, muffled by the king’s beak. Fenton moaned back and pulled away, half-lidded eyes watching the Mad Ducktor gasp. “Fenton please-“ 

Fenton immediately pulled out to just the tip before sinking back in, gentle, but as far as he could reach. “Ah- hmn- Fen-“ 

Setting a slow pace just as he’d been instructed, the king was deep and firm each time. Mads slowly came undone beneath him, begging and moaning with his eyes unfocused and his hand grasping at whatever he could reach. His left arm was braced against the mattress beneath him, trying to find a bit of purchase. 

Fenton sat back slightly, making an attempt at a conversational tone once more. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to have the world’s deadliest assassin in my power?” He asked, only partially failing at keeping his voice level. “Mhh- he could kill me in an instant and has a dozen ways to do so yet he won’t because he’s mine?” 

Mads’ moans grew, and the king grinned. At last, he could get into it. “The kingdom’s greatest weapon kept- kept on a leash by my throne- nngh- as a display of my power?” His hand traveled to the assassin’s neck. Mads didn’t like being choked so he simply rested his hand around his throat, letting him feel the idea of a collar. His other hand slid down to rub at his clit. 

“This body-“ a particularly deep thrust- “these muscles…“ the hand between his legs sped up, “this strength… all mine.”

One final trust brought Mads over the edge, crying out as his lithe form spasmed. His eyes rolled back as he fluttered and squeezed around Fenton, and the king sucked in a breath. He gave a few more soft pushes before stilling inside of him.

Shaking legs wrapped around him, pulling him in further. “Hhmn- don’t stop.”

“You want to go again?” Fenton asked softly. 

A furious nod. “Please- just give my clit a moment.”

Fenton pulled his hand away, resting his face in Mads’ neck as he slowly resumed his movement. He could feel Mads’ heart pounding against his chest as he moaned. “Yes.” 

“Gods- but so much more than just- just my sword.” The king murmured, face still in Mads’ neck. “So, s-so much more.” 

Fenton slid a hand up through his hair, gently gripping it from the roots and slowly, slowly pulling upwards. Mads’ eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted backwards, Fenton could feel his talons clenching. 

With the assassin’s throat exposed and his hair being pulled hard enough to make his eyes water, Fenton lifted his head to whisper against his ear. 

“You’re my prince.” 

Mads fully jerked at that, hips canting upward to meet Fenton’s thrust while his head lashed back and forth even while he was pinned by the hair. He arched up into the king, Fenton slipped a hand between them to massage at his chest. 

“My prince.” He repeated softly. “Royalty in your own right. Not simply on a leash next to me, but a throne. A thing to be cherished, adored, a thing to be worshipped.”

Mads’ throat was dry, he licked his lips. “Then- then worship me.”

“Of course, my prince.” Fenton breathed into his ear. 

And he did. Leaving open-mouthed kisses along Mads’ collarbone, biting his shoulders, leaving hickeys on his neck. Groping his chest, pulling his hair, kissing him deeply. Properly ruffling his feathers, the ones that weren’t mussed from his beak or his hands standing on end with pleasure. All while fucking him slowly yet firmly into the mattress. 

Mads’ hand traveled down to rub his clit once more, and Fenton gently pushed it out of the way. “Allow me.” 

The assassin was trembling, Fenton kissed away the tears that were sliding down his face. Judging by the way his moans notably rose in volume Mads wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither was he. 

“Don’t stop-“ Mads gasped suddenly, eyes still squeezed shut. “Fen don’t- mmng- don’t sto- ah- op.”

“My prince-“ Fenton murmured, “I want you to come for me.”

Mads whined, and Fenton found his hand in the sheets, momentarily gripping it tightly before bringing it down between his legs, replacing Fenton’s. The king then slid a hand up Mads’ thigh, adjusting their position as he lifted the assassin’s leg to partially rest against his own chest. With his other hand, Fenton pulled almost harshly on his hair.

Face buried in Mads’ neck, he gasped into his feathers. “Come for me my prince, I need you to.” 

Mads cried out, but it wasn’t enough. Not quite yet. 

Timed with a final thrust, Fenton turned his head and bit deeply into his shoulder, tasting blood this time. 

Mads was past the point of screaming, head thrown back and his beak wide in a silent cry. Again he convulsed, teary eyes rolling back, his hips meeting Fenton’s, and his throat bobbing as he swallowed. At last, he let out a long, high-pitched moan that hiccuped with every thrust. 

This time Fenton didn’t stop, rather his hand moved back to his clit, rubbing as quickly as he could, his thrusts sped up and became erratic. Letting go of Mads’ hair he sat up, head tipping back as he used the assassin to get himself off. 

Mads never quieted, and after a moment Fenton looked down at him. “What- what are you?”

Still lost in a haze, Mads cracked open an eye. “Huh-uh-uhm-?”

“What are you?” 

Mads met his gaze with half lidded eyes, a smile forming on his beak. It was such a look of lustful adoration that Fenton could barely hold himself together. 

“Yours.” 

“And- and what am I?” 

“Mine. My- my king.”

Fuck.

They finished together, Mads letting out nothing but a breathy sigh as the king groaned low and loud, collapsing forward and barely catching himself on his forearm. Foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling, they rode their highs together, bodies seizing against one another. Wave after wave crashed over them, all they could do was cling to each over.

At last the pleasure left them, and they caught their breath together. Fenton gently pulled out of Mads, knowing he had to be sore. Sure enough, the assassin whined. 

“Shhh, shh, I’m sorry.” Fenton kissed his temple. “We’re done.” 

Mads pulled him into a kiss.

It was slow and tired, no longer burning, now cooling.

Eventually the king pulled away and reached down to swipe away anything that may have dripped on the mattress. Mads arched slightly, a small spell radiating from him, and Fenton caught the fluids that were forced from him. “Was that soft and possessive enough for you?” 

“Gods, that was perfect Fen.” Mads grinned at him. “Thank you.” 

Fenton kissed his cheek, pulling away. “I’ll go wash my hands, then get you a spell for your shoulder.” It was a deep bite. 

“Hmm- is it still bleeding?” Mads asked, tilting his head to let Fenton see it better. 

The king leaned down, kissing at the wound, sucking at the blood. When he pulled away none returned, and he shook his head. 

“Then just leave it.” Mads told him.

“You’re sure?” Fenton glanced at him. 

Mads’ smile only grew. “I’m sure.” 

The king kissed him once more. “Then I’ll go wash my hands and come get you, so we can clean you up.” 

“I love you.”

“Love you, my prince.” 

just saw that wanksgiving post and I love that idea…. I wasn’t ever planning on writing any royalty au smut but alas….