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It was originally meant to be nothing more than an empty threat but as Christian stood there, grip still tight around the handle of the straight blade and the hold on the scissors, he couldn't help but consider carrying through with his threat. “Of course you did not ask me to marry you, you would have needed your wife's permission for that and I highly doubt she would have been understanding. What do you tell her when you are with me? What lie?” He already had a bit of a reputation among the Royal court. His parents were close with the Royal family and, well, he enjoyed his life as a lord and all the luxuries that came with it; sometimes a bit too much. Even though it was shameful for his family, Christian had a reputation for being a sword swallower among the Lords but even in all his philandering with other men he had never sullied ones marriage; not knowingly; not until now.
“In cutting your hair, your precious locks, your wife and any else will know you have done something wrong. Is that not fair? What, would you have me, instead, climb back into bed with you and take your sword as if nothing happened? I find it hard to ignore what I know now Ser William.”
Plot: William is a knight in the kingdom and shameless flirt and a bit of a scoundrel but very very handsome. He's been sleeping with your muse for a few months now and you just found out he's married and plan to make him a little less handsome for it.
"Come on now love. Let's be serious. You had a bit of fun with me- I had a bit of fun with you. But isn't it a bit of an overreaction to threaten to shave my head just because you found out I'm married?"
Ser William laughed off the threat from the other man as he adjusted himself in bed, watching the man at the foot of his bed brandishing scissors and a straight razor.
"I never said I was going to marry you, Lad. Silly cute noble. Come back to bed."
“A facade you seem eager to keep. Why? Do you love her, or are you only eager to keep the money; the title; the favor?” In his mind, he was being fair. Childish, but still fair. William's hair would grow back, he would look more than decent with it cut short still, and he'd likely be able to spin a story to keep people from knowing the truth about why it was cut but Christian would know.
“Tell me, what did I get out of this? Your attention, and time with you, yes but what good has that done me? My reputation is already being questioned for my tastes… all this does is prove them right, that I do love taking cock, and in taking yours I've only made things worse for myself because you are married. The things they will say about me when they find out because I know I should stop, I should send you home to your wife and pay you no more attention, but I can't help myself from still wanting you…” the boy admitted with a soft sigh as he set the blade and scissors down on a table beside the bed. “It's very hard to think clearly around you.” Christian said with a weak, half-hearted laugh under his breath.
"Come on darling. It's trivial. It means nothing, my marriage is a facade meant to keep her and I both happy and in money. In favor. It's true I was not...honest with my time. She thinks I am working. But again- have we not had fun?" William truly had heard the rumors about the young handsome noble and his proclivities and had to find out if they were true. True indeed and much better than William could have ever imagined. He had found himself a bit addicted to the way the other felt in a very short amount of time. "I hardly seems fair to me it's not as if you got nothing out of this. I also simply dislike the idea." William's eyes flicked to the blades and back to Christian's face. He wasn't sure what choice he had here, calm the other down or have himself exposed one way or another. Though at least if he let Christian punish him but be silent about it he could claim some sort of story to the public.
He was frustrated but it wasn't William's fault. William was right. Even if he wasn't married their union would be frowned upon and they, themselves, would never be allowed to be wed. It was simply unheard of and while that might not have seemed fair there was little they could do about it.
A quiet hum of content settled in the boy's throat as he relaxed into the older's hold on him; William's hand on his chest and his lips against Christian's neck. The tenderness of his touch and the sweet, soft words were enough to help the boy move past his disappointment and annoyance as he finally relaxed, fully, against his lover. "Forgive me, sometimes it is hard not to wish things were different. My family has money, more than her, but you are right. They would never allow us to wed."
Falling into place on top of William, he smiled down at the man beneath him. "I do have excellent taste, don't I?" He replied, teasingly, as he leaned down to steal a soft kiss. "--and I am glad you talked me out of cutting your hair. As much as I might have enjoyed watching you falter and try to spin some story to disguise what really happened, I prefer you like this." He whispered. "I prefer having something to hold onto when I'm riding you."
William breathed out a sigh of relief when Christian put down the blades, and he pulled the other into the bed, cradling the younger man, his hands exploring that divine body, groping his chest playfully as he kissed Christian's neck and over his jawline. "It's most certainly the money. My family is landed but poor. Hers rich but without title. It's a very classic set up. But you know she means nothing to me. Especially not compared to you." William whispered in Christian's ear before he nipped at the shell of it.
Pulling back a bit he cupped his lover's face in his hands. "You do have every right to be cross with me. I do admit that. But- even were I not married I could hardly wed you. Might I say though you have excellent taste. You chose me."
It wasn't a horrible idea. As long as they made appearances with their spouses, keeping up the facade when need be, they'd be left alone to do whatever they pleased in the mean time; and it would make it safer for Christian and his potential wife to wander off with whoever they wanted because they'd have each other, that bond over their lie, to fall back on for support if rumors got to be too much. "Then we would both have wives and I would have nothing to be upset with you for," he teased, his lips barely leaving William's so he could speak. "--but I am not opposed to the idea. I would be good to your sister, I would give her whatever she wanted and let her be with whoever she wanted, as long as it means I get you."
Romance was something he always thought would be lost to someone like him and then William came along and confused everything. He had never considered a life away from court, and away from wealth and titles, yet when the older man mentioned giving it all up for him he couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat. Humming softly under his breath at the teasing touches to his chest, and his sensitive nipples, he lost focus for a moment and simply lingered in the other's hold; kissing him deeply as his hands found their way to William's neck, cupping against him as he settled to straddle the other's lap. "Someone should have warned me when we first met that you were such the romantic," he whispered, still too stubborn to stop kissing the man as he ground his hips down against him. "Running off to the country with you, living away from all this and having each other, sounds like a dream... but I rather like you having a title. My knight," he groaned as he pulled himself closer to William to deepen the kiss. "My Ser William."
"If you wanted I could perhaps have you married into my family. I have a younger sister. She like me prefers the touch of her own gender and that would work out well." He muses as he moved his mouth along Christian's jaw, and over his chin, up to his lips. Soft gentle kisses against his lover's warm soft mouth. His hands continued to play with Christian's chest, massaging and kneading his beefy pecs, tweaking his nipples playfully.
"You know if it came down to it my love. If the options were leaving you or allowing you to shave my head, I would have let you. I do love you. More than I should be allowed to love you." he said with a little smile as he stole another deep kiss. "If I were allowed to wed you I would give up money and a title."
"When you put it that way, I would be a fool to turn that idea down." Was it perfect? No, but it would still allow for both of them to have what they wanted and in this life you had to be willing to compromise in order to be happy-- and really, a sham marriage wouldn't be the worst thing. He wouldn't have to take part in the meaningless flirtations at court just to keep up appearances, his wife would be someone he knew and someone he could trust, and he could have William whenever he wanted. "How does tomorrow sound? Too soon for the wedding?" He questioned, his voice a soft tease, as his right hand settled to rest on William's shoulder as his left lifted to grip, gently, at the long locks on the back of the man's head.
"You flatter me Ser William," the boy hummed under his breath at the compliment to his body. "I love when you touch them," he muttered. "I love when you touch me." Moaning, the sound a soft whimper beneath his exhale, he shuddered against William as he felt the knights erection beneath him; as he heard all the sweet things he promised him; as he gave in to the reality that this was his life now, and that he was going to be happy with him. "You are all I dream of, all I want." Christian mumbled, his voice sweet and lingering before his tone dipped into one of more need. "Yet I still feel so empty, Ser Knight. I need you William..."
"Advantageous for us all. You and I together for the rest of our days, sham marriages and they get things from us as well in return. We get privacy. Hunting trips for just the boys. Summers away while they play at court, a villa just for us." William whispered against Christian's lips as he kissed them between each little image he dropped on them. A low groan of pleasure as Christian began to straddle him and tease his growing erection.
"Your tits are far nicer than hers by far anyway. You're the visage of perfection." William laughed softly as Christian called him a romantic, he hardly thought of himself that way, until Christian he had been a strictly one night stand kind of knight. "I am yours. Body and soul. No other shall have me but you my little lordling." William was quite pleased with how this was all turning out, he got to keep his hair, his money, and his lover.
