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There are few things Martyn likes more than his king.
He loves his king, but even more than that he likes serving him.
Taking care of him.
Being praised by him.
Martyn and Ren are in a relationship, they've kissed, they've made out.
But Ren has a firm rule, no touching.
The blonde would love to break the rule, but he respects his king.
Yet sometimes, his body just does things on its own.
"Martyn, dude, no." -Ren sighed as he grabbed his partner's wrists.
"Ren please, why can't I touch you?" -Martyn usually wasn't one to push boundaries, but he needed to touch his king, he needed it more than fish needed water, more than birds needed wings.
"I'm- I hate it. My body, I mean, I'm afraid you'll stop being attracted to me." -Ren admits.
"What!?" -Martyn yells out.- "Ren, I'll love you no matter what, please, let me prove my love to you, let me treat you right."
His king hesitates, he lets out a deep breath and nods.
Martyn kisses him, gently putting his hands under Ren's shirt.- "You're perfect."
Martyn's hands are gentle, he pulls off Ren's shirt, and tugs on his pants.- "May I?"
"Y-yeah." -Ren raises his hips to aid Martyn, he chooses to leave his boxers on, Martyn doesn't protest.
"You're beautiful, I can't get enough of you." -Martyn sighs, his pupils blown.
The blonde massages Ren's thighs, kissing his stomach.
The king squirms a little, fighting with his instinct to cover up, but all the praise, all the gentle care helps him relax.
Martyn trails kisses up Ren's thighs, sweet words off his tongue like honey.
Ren feels loved, he feels tears flow down his face.
"Ren? You okay?" -Martyn asks, ever so gently, cupping his partner's face.
"I love you." -Ren pulls Martyn in for a kiss, it's so gentle, so pure.
Martyn's hands gently caress Ren's body, learning all his curves.- "Thank you for trusting me, my king."
God, he could worship Ren like this forever.