i was confused when i scrolled down and it didn’t say “old as balls”
inspired by this gif set :)
“This was not our agreement!” the huntsman snarls, grappling with the younger royal before losing his balance and falling back onto the rugs and furs with a disgruntled huff.
He fists a hand in the chestnut-haired man’s shirt, shoving him an arm’s length away. The grey-green irises of his eyes have been nearly swallowed by darkened pupils, and a light flush stains the elegant ridges of his high cheekbones. He is the very picture of debauchery and the huntsman wonders how many others the young king has had like this … or how many have had him.
“You are drunk, get off me,” the huntsman rumbles again, tightening his fist in order to push the king away.
However, the youthful royal apparently has other things on his mind because he curls several fingers over the neckline of his tunic and pulls, curling himself over the hand pressed against his chest in order to mouth sloppily at the huntsman’s neck.
With an affronted growl, the huntsman moves his hand to twist in the king’s chestnut locks, eyes narrowed dangerously. His free hand braces itself against the other man’s arm, half tempted to squeeze until something shatters.
“I will let you have me,” the king murmurs against his ear, prompting a quicksilver flush over his own cheeks. “The queen’s kingdom lies in ruins and it was due to your actions, after all. You deserve much greater boons than this.”
The huntsman makes a noncommittal sound, but his fingers tighten in the chestnut hair in spite of himself.
The king hums softly against his throat, and his grip on the man’s arm loosens. “I’ve been told that I beg very prettily,” the voice is nothing but pure sin. “Shall I beg for you?”
He snarls, unable to decide if he should be raging at himself or this manipulative bastard who crowned himself king.
And suddenly everyone becomes an expert on Norse mythology. How very convenient.