Hinata left then, and you waited patiently for the King to arrive.
A bugle sounded and you stood immediately, in preparation for the King’s entrance.
He was in tight black pants, that hugged his well toned thighs, and had on a rather sheer white garment made of pineapple fibres, that only just showed his toned upper half.
“King Kagayama of Karasuno, has entered!” the announcing staff member called loudly as the King walked into the room and took his seat next to you.
You were already quite flustered, sitting next to such a handsome King, and you gave him a polite nod before looking back down at your hands in your lap.
“You have free rein here,” he said in his deep voice as he sat and lounged one arm back over the back of his chair, “I want you to speak openly.”
You nodded and looked at him, making eye contact with him.
He blushed slightly and looked away, towards one of the butlers, and nodded at them.
The butler immediately turned and ran to get the first course and the entree was bought out immediately.
Fresh figs, and curd with honeycomb.
“This looks delicious,” you commented, making light talk.
“The curds are of yours. I asked for a scoop to be kept of your curds that we could use as a mother batch for future vats,” he said, taking a mouthful of the curds and honeycomb.
You, also, took a mouthful and it immediately took you back to when you were 7 years old, playing at your mother’s feet while she cooked in the kitchen.
“Try this,” she would say as she crouched to your level and spoon fed you fresh curd, “some day you will make me curd and feed me this way,” she would say, patting your head lovingly and kissing your forehead.
You paused after that mouthful, allowing the sweet memory that was tinged with sadness, at how you would never have that opportunity again, to encompass your world for a second.
“Is there something amiss with the curd?” King Kageyama asked, sensing something wasn’t right when he saw the somewhat sad look in your eye as you stared into your bowl, “butler!” he then called loudly, swiveling his head in the direction of the kitchen and breaking you out of your thoughts.
“Oh! Please, the food is delicious, do not call for the butler,” you said, suddenly coming back to the present and placing a hand on his arm to stop him.
He quickly looked down at his arm, then into your eyes and you quickly removed your hand just in case you got in trouble.
“Leave your hand on my arm,” he said lowly and you put it back there then and smiled coyly at him.
Just feeling the warmth of his arm under your hand, as you ate the rest of your curds, was enough to keep you in the present and not allow your thoughts to wander off into the melancholically tinged nostalgia of your childhood.
With the rest of entrée now eaten, you moved onto the next course.
Dinner, was an assortment of meats with roasted vegetables with sun dried tomato and you ate it eagerly, still with one hand on King Kageyama’s vein laced forearm.
Conversation was lacking, but that was to be expected as you hadn’t spoken much before this point and although he wasn’t the best conversationalist he would occasionally make comment about the food and you would reciprocate, keeping the chatter light.
After dessert, King Kageyama asked if you would join him in his chamber and you did so, feeling like you knew what was going to come next.
“Would you stroll with me on the balcony?” The King asked, extending his hand to yours.
“Well.. this wasn’t what I was expecting, this is very pleasant though,” you thought, accepting his hand and walking with him out onto his private terrace.
You strolled by his side, hand in hand, to the stairs that led to his roof.
Holding his hand felt wonderful. This was the closest you had been to him emotionally… well, you knew holding hands wasn’t emotional but it had a lot more feeling in it than being bent over and railed without him even so much as asking your name.
“I will be referring to whatever you prefer to be called,” King Kageyama said suddenly as you were looking out over the kingdom.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“Would you prefer to be called by Y/N?” he asked.
You nodded with a small smile.
“Good,” he said, squeezing your hand a little, “and you will call me Tobio.”
“I! I cannot call you by your first name!” you gasped, “I simply can’t!”
“You will,” he said sharply, but then backed down, “if… you wish.”
“Please, it is too much for me. May I call you Kagayama? Without the honourable title?”
“Fine,” he grunted.
Silence fell again as you continued to hold hands and look out at the already setting sun and the first of the stars as they glowed in the sky.
“Would you retire with me?” He asked softly, and you looked up into his face and nodded.
He returned your nod, and then you both headed back to the stairs to go down to his room again.
Upon entering, you saw the door to the chamber, that you usually met him in, was open, and he led you in and over to the bed you would usually make love in.
“What do you like?” he asked bluntly, letting your hand go.
“Pardon?” you asked.
“What… do you like? I wish to please your body,” he said, pouting a little with embarrassment.
Your face flushed, rendering you unable to look him in the eye.
“I… I enjoy what you do to my body, already,” you said softly.
“No… I want you to tell me what makes your body feel ultimate pleasure.” He turned to you and gently placed his hands on your hips and looked down at you.
You didn’t want to admit it to him, but you were already feeling a lot of pleasure just by being so close to him and him having his hands on you.
Your excitement was already rising below your waistline.
You looked up into his face for a second as he stepped closer and pushed his growing bulge against yours, your cocks growing in unison beneath your garments.
“Come,” he uttered lowly, taking a step backwards towards the bed, and you followed.