Thread by @miya_mang

#osaaka | nsfw, royalty au

"Hmm? Are you sleepy?" Akaashi murmurs, soft enough that only the man laying his head on his lap could hear.

Osamu didn't answer, merely whines and rubs his face into the emperor's thighs. Akaashi momentarily

got distracted by the silver threads braided into his grey hair, glinting under the warm lights spilling through the large windows of the throne room.

His advisor was still talking, so he held a hand up.

"We shall continue this later." Akaashi says, his eyes not once

leaving Osamu as he cards his fingers through the soft hairs of his concubine.

The advisor nods, bows.

"Osamu," Akaashi's voice was soft and fond, cupping the boy's face to tilt his head back. Osamu slowly opens his eyes, staring into his emperor's

gunmetal blues with his own slate grey eyes, gaze blurry as he blinks through the tears that gathered as he tries to suppress his yawns.

Akaashi chuckled at the sight. "My pretty boy," he murmurs, swiping across Osamu's pink lips with his thumbs. "Let's go back to

the bedroom so you can rest."

It took a lot of coaxing, but Osamu finally stood up, legs shaking as a testament to how long he had been kneeling at Akaashi's feet. His knees were permanently bruised, and Akaashi has a strange obsession with squeezing them, eyes

hungrily watching as Osamu shudders and whines.

Akaashi sits down on his bed, watches as Osamu takes off his outer robe. He wears it when he exits the emperor's bedchambers. Akaashi is a greedy man, and while he would love for Osamu to sit pretty with his skin on display, he

couldn't bear the thought of sharing his lover's beauty with anyone else.

Osamu strips, leaving him in his translucent silks. There was truly no reason for Osamu to be wearing any clothes as it is almost see through, but Akaashi likes the way the fabric hangs

on him, how Osamu still becoms shy the moment Akaashi makes a move to strip him.

It's alluring, watching someone so beautiful crawl in between his legs, wide eyes looking up to him through long lashes. The collar of his robe hangs loose, awarding Akaashi with glimpses of

Osamu's pink nipples, the boy's chest plump and soft despite being a man.

"My angel," Akaashi coos, letting Osamu rest his body on his, cupping his round cheeks. Osamu smiles adorably, a flush settling on his face as he kisses his emperor.

Akaashi hums, moving his lips against

Osamu's. The concubine sighs in pleasure as he felt his emperor's tongue sliding into his mouth. Soon, the kiss became heavy and Osamu was panting, subtly rocking his hips against Akaashi's dick.

"I thought you were sleepy, my love," Akaashi says amusedly, staring at how

plump Osamu's lips have gotten after their makeout. The boy pants, lidded eyes staring into his in desperation.

"Keiji," he whispers. "Keiji, please," he begs, voice breathy. Osamu always begs pretty and this time was no different. Akaashi felt his own smile stretch into a grin.

"It's still the afternoon, my love-"

"Keiji," Osamu whines. He pushes himself up, looking down at how his erection had slipped past the cotton of his panty, leaking head peeking through the slits of his robes.

"Please," he says, rutting against Akaashi's own hard on. He grinds

down his plush ass on the emperor's dick, moaning. Akaashi watches in amusement as his lover fidgets on his lap, impatient yet obscenely obedient.

The pure whites of his clothing matches the seemingly innocent look Osamu usually has on his face, but now he's merely a man

desperate for his lover. Akaashi loves the juxtaposition of it, feels himself getting hard the more he gazes at his pretty concubine.

"You're going to have to do the work then, my petal," Akaashi lifts a hand towards him and Osamu leans into it, exhaling a shaky breath as he

nods.

"Thank you, thank you-" The words couldn't come out fast enough. Osamu claws at the ties of Akaashi's imperial robes, just enough so he could pull the emperor's cock out.

Osamu keeps it steady in his hand as he dribbles down his own saliva to slick it up. Akaashi

grunts, sighing as Osamu pumps his hand up and down to spread it. Akaashi leans back into the pillows, watches through lidded eyes as Osamu leans forward to tug the glass plug out of his own ass.

His lover always wants to feel full and stretched, always too impatient to

prepare himself during sex, so Akaashi had him plugged every morning before they leave the bed lest he risk Osamu climbing on top of him during an important meeting, head hazy and so desperate for something to fill him.

(Like that one time. Akaashi had learned his lesson on how

insatiable his darling is.)

"That's it, my dear," Akaashi praises as Osamu sinks down on his cock. He was immediately engulfed in a warm, wet heat. He had to take in deep breaths to calm himself down.

Osamu wasn't faring any better. He was shuddering in relief at the feel

of Akaashi's cock finally in him, his toes curling in delight. Akaashi lazily strokes up his milky thighs, thumbs digging into the meat. Osamu takes that as a signal to move, so he shakily lifts himself up before slamming down again.

It wasn't rushed. Akaashi watched in wonderment as Osamu lifts himself up only to sink back down, panting as he takes his pleasure.

His body is flushed red, his robe already hanging half off his body as he moves and grinds. His chest bounces at every descent and Akaashi gave

into the urge to reach out and pinch one.

Osamu moans, voice high and needy as he pushes his chest out as if begging for his emperor to play with them.

Akaashi loves to please him, so he sits up to grasp both of his pecs in his hands and squeezes.

He could feel Osamu

clenching around him, affected. The emperor leans in to leave kisses and hickeys over Osamu's pale skin, all the while his fingers mercilessly pulls, twists and tugs on pink nipples.

Osamu grinda down, swiveling his hips as he moans at every touch, crying out at a harsh

bite and whimpering as a hard tug.

"Keiji, please, please." He begs.

"Mm, please what, my darling?" Akaashi smiles teasingly. His lover pouts and clenches, smiling triumphantly as Akaashi gasped.

"Fuck me. Please, please," Osamu squeezes Akaashi's slender shoulder, moving

his hands up his neck and laced his fingers at the bottom of the emperor's nape. He leans in, rests his forehead against Akaashi's, close enough that their lips brushed against each other as they move.

"My emperor," he mumbles. "Fuck me. Make me feel good."

And who was Akaashi to deny the request of an angel sitting on his lap, warming his cock?

He grips Osamu's waist and thrusts upwards, relishing in the surprise cry from the boy's my mouth.

"If you ask me like that," Akaashi says in between thrusts. "How could I say no?"

Osamu's eyes rolled back, his head tilting away as he was bounced like a rag doll in the hands of his emperor.

He could feel his orgasm building up, already so high strung from Akaashi petting and groping his chest earlier. His own dick was rubbing against the thick

embroidery of Akaashi's robes, the tip leaking and staining the fabric.

Akaashi doesn't care. Not when he gets to see his love lose himself in pleasure like this, pleasure that he gave.

"K-Keiji mmmm! Cumming, hhnnggaah!!" Osamu moans.

Akaashi growls, doubling his effort, angling his dick to the spot where he knows would push Osamu off the ledge.

And he was right. With a wail of his name, the concubine grappled at his shoulders as he came, shooting white in between them. Osamu moans, body curling inwards as he

clung onto Akaashi, shaking.

The emperor kisses his shoulder, grinding upwards so his lover could ride out his pleasure as long as he can. Osamu gasped, a few tears escaping as he blinks hard, his vision whiting at the edges.

"Haah, Keiji, Keiji," Osamu chants. The concubine

grabs Akaashi's face and tilts it up to kiss him, hungrily licking into him. His hips rocked forward despite his legs still shaking, intent on making his emperor cum.

"In me, inside, c'mon," he says in between his kisses. Akaashi groans, hands gripping his lover's trim waist as

he starts fucking up into him again.

Akaashi watches from below as Osamu's mouth opens, wishing he could imprint the sound of his punched out moans into his mind forever.

Grunting, Akaashi slams him down and cums deep inside of him.

He moans softly as Osamu leans down to kiss his face and ears, murmuring thank yous as he pumps his seed into his lover.

"Thank you, thank you," Osamu whispers reverently as he nibbles on Akaashi's earlobe. The emperor chuckles.

"Thank you, my darling," he says. Osamu had never looked happier, a dopey smile on his face and a satisfied look in his eyes.

"Me emperor," Osamu purrs. "Keiji, Keiji," he whispers. Akaashi leans back to lie down, pulling Osamu down to lie with him.

The boy giggled, the sound like music to Akaashi's ears. He closed his eyes and held Osamu close, slowly drifting to sleep to sound of his lover's voice humming.

/End

Hello roj here for you <3 emperor akaashi and his pretty concubine Osamu <3