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he could 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍, with the way that stephen practically leapt at him when he arrived home from work. … how does he want him?

ah, to be 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 —— it’s a wonderful feeling, really. perhaps he can, if the king can only tell him how.

if he’s not on t’challa’s lap like this, then 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 is the point?

he’s a clever man, he can read the signs — mounting the king’s lap immediately and making himself comfortable. slowly rolling his hips.

sucking on a — popsicle. 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕? it’s hot outside, he’s completely obliged.

laying in bed and lazily rubbing a thumb over his nipple. 𝒎𝒎. feels good.

evening, your highness.

seems like we’re 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 out for a little stroll this evening, hm?

i think you’re quite right — can’t seem to relax myself enough to sleep, this evening.

oh, i don’t mind. i’m sure you have some 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 remedies for sleeplessness, your highness.

oh, absolutely. shall we make our way to your chambers, then?

says the person who suggested 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴.

yes, but if you’re going to help me to sleep — i’d rather be in a comfortable bed.

bet i would, wouldn’t i? have you thought about having me in your bed, your highness? pictured it? 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 about it?

well, you know what they say about things that you want … you have to come and get them, first.

i wouldn’t mind.

[ casually shuffling closer. ]

|| : don’t follow me if you lewd america chavez. or any other minor, for that matter. gross.

i want to make a certain king’s lap my throne.