Hello all. I've been hanging around here since late October and now that winter break has started I can pay eveyone back for all the glorious fills for some of my prompts, the awesome conversations, the lack of shipping wars, and just generally being a wonderful fandom.
Contains: Explicit sex Word Count: 603 Length: 1/1
George moaned as the bed rocked under him.
“Georgie, oh!!” the moans from Beau made his cock twitch.
“You-beautiful-man!” Beau grunted as he slammed down into George. George panted as Beau writhed on top, shaking George and the oversized bed under them.
“Beau, can’t-“ George panted, slamming into the sheets again, a slight whine in his voice. Beau replied by snarling and sinking his teeth into George’s shoulder as he came. George whimpered as he bucked the last time. Grunting he sprawled on to the sheet, moans escaping his lips.
Beau smirked as he lazed on the sheets beside George, “Wonderful,” he grinned, tucking sweaty blond curls behind George’s ear. George leaned into the touch, nuzzling Beau’s palm.
"My prince."
“Mmm,” George was slowly slipping into unconsciousness as Beau ran his fingers through George’s curls.
“I am sorry,”
“It’s alright Beau,” George yawned, snuggling into the mattress, “I should stop acting like that,”
Beau sighed as he got up and walked to the nightstand to pour water into the ewer, “I hate hurting you,”
“Mmm,” George shifted, wincing as he shifted position lifting his backside up. Beau smirked as he dipped a cloth into the ewer then swished it around in the water, rubbing it over his own hands before wringing it out again. Beau smiled as he padded over to George’s side.
“Georgie, I am very sorry,” Beau mumbled as he rubbed the wet cloth over George’s body, rubbing the sweat and semen off George’s body.
George reached up to squeeze Beau’s wrist reassuringly, “Beau,” Beau blushed as George leaned into him. His heart rate jumped as George leaned forward; his face was flushed with light nail marks on his cheeks and bites on his lips – George looked debauched.
“Good night,” George pressed his lips to Beau’s cheek.
“Night, my prince,” Beau murmured as he rubbed George’s hair. His heart warmed as George fell asleep, eyelids fluttering. He hummed to himself as he walked over to his clothes to get redressed. Maybe George could stop worrying about his weight now.
Beau grinned as he adjusted his jacket and opened the door then froze.
“Your Majesty!!”
George the Third grinned, as he stood up from the couch in the hallway, slightly confused grin in place.
“Hello, Beau,” the King slapped Beau on the back hard enough that he stumbled. A booming laugh echoed from the King’s throat as Beau tried to pat himself into order.
“Had sex with my son, did you?”
Beau yelped as he jumped back, arms waving erratically. The Kings rolled his eyes at Beau’s melodramatics. Beau flushed and straightened his cravat, trying to buy himself time to respond.
“Now, now my boy it’s alright,” the King smiled as he rubbed Beau’s shoulder, “I’m glad Georgie has a friend like you,” the King seemed to sag, shoulders dropping as he thought more deeply.
Oh God, the King’s going mad again!
“I just wish you were a woman,” the King sighed, shaking his head mournfully, “Georgie might have more heirs,” he stood straight then grinned, “Ah well, best keep trying my boy,” with that the King left Beau standing there in shock.
“Oh my,” Beau blinked as the full weight of the king’s words hit him. Shaking his head, Beau wondered down the hall to his rooms, closing the door quietly behind himself. Beau sank down into a chair by the fireplace.
“I just wish you were a woman… Georgie might have more heirs,”
Beau sighed, closing his eyes in exhaustion.
“Congratu-very-lations Beau,” he whispered to himself, “you should have been born a woman; you could really serve your country then.”
Unprompted Fill "Realization" Beau/Georgie + George III Angst R
Contains: Explicit sex
Word Count: 603
Length: 1/1
George moaned as the bed rocked under him.
“Georgie, oh!!” the moans from Beau made his cock twitch.
“You-beautiful-man!” Beau grunted as he slammed down into George. George panted as Beau writhed on top, shaking George and the oversized bed under them.
“Beau, can’t-“ George panted, slamming into the sheets again, a slight whine in his voice. Beau replied by snarling and sinking his teeth into George’s shoulder as he came. George whimpered as he bucked the last time. Grunting he sprawled on to the sheet, moans escaping his lips.
Beau smirked as he lazed on the sheets beside George, “Wonderful,” he grinned, tucking sweaty blond curls behind George’s ear. George leaned into the touch, nuzzling Beau’s palm.
"My prince."
“Mmm,” George was slowly slipping into unconsciousness as Beau ran his fingers through George’s curls.
“I am sorry,”
“It’s alright Beau,” George yawned, snuggling into the mattress, “I should stop acting like that,”
Beau sighed as he got up and walked to the nightstand to pour water into the ewer, “I hate hurting you,”
“Mmm,” George shifted, wincing as he shifted position lifting his backside up. Beau smirked as he dipped a cloth into the ewer then swished it around in the water, rubbing it over his own hands before wringing it out again. Beau smiled as he padded over to George’s side.
“Georgie, I am very sorry,” Beau mumbled as he rubbed the wet cloth over George’s body, rubbing the sweat and semen off George’s body.
George reached up to squeeze Beau’s wrist reassuringly, “Beau,” Beau blushed as George leaned into him. His heart rate jumped as George leaned forward; his face was flushed with light nail marks on his cheeks and bites on his lips – George looked debauched.
“Good night,” George pressed his lips to Beau’s cheek.
“Night, my prince,” Beau murmured as he rubbed George’s hair. His heart warmed as George fell asleep, eyelids fluttering. He hummed to himself as he walked over to his clothes to get redressed. Maybe George could stop worrying about his weight now.
Beau grinned as he adjusted his jacket and opened the door then froze.
“Your Majesty!!”
George the Third grinned, as he stood up from the couch in the hallway, slightly confused grin in place.
“Hello, Beau,” the King slapped Beau on the back hard enough that he stumbled. A booming laugh echoed from the King’s throat as Beau tried to pat himself into order.
“Had sex with my son, did you?”
Beau yelped as he jumped back, arms waving erratically. The Kings rolled his eyes at Beau’s melodramatics. Beau flushed and straightened his cravat, trying to buy himself time to respond.
“Now, now my boy it’s alright,” the King smiled as he rubbed Beau’s shoulder, “I’m glad Georgie has a friend like you,” the King seemed to sag, shoulders dropping as he thought more deeply.
Oh God, the King’s going mad again!
“I just wish you were a woman,” the King sighed, shaking his head mournfully, “Georgie might have more heirs,” he stood straight then grinned, “Ah well, best keep trying my boy,” with that the King left Beau standing there in shock.
“Oh my,” Beau blinked as the full weight of the king’s words hit him. Shaking his head, Beau wondered down the hall to his rooms, closing the door quietly behind himself. Beau sank down into a chair by the fireplace.
“I just wish you were a woman… Georgie might have more heirs,”
Beau sighed, closing his eyes in exhaustion.
“Congratu-very-lations Beau,” he whispered to himself, “you should have been born a woman; you could really serve your country then.”