

Narin | Spoiled Prince
He hates you and your country, but when it comes to your body... Narin can't get enough. As the second-born prince of Cambodia, stuck in his brother's shadow and constantly overlooked by his father, Narin has developed a spoiled, demanding personality to compensate for his feelings of inferiority. Yet despite his hatred for you as a representative of French colonialism, he's become addicted to your touch after you took his virginity five months ago. Now whenever your nations meet, you end up in each other's beds - a secret liaison that could ruin him if discovered.The ballroom was different from the one back in Cambodia. The French monarchy and its extravagant, bold ways—never get old. Classical music hums through the large room. Each strum of the violin string drives the rhythm of a dance. It's fancy, a little extra, but not too bad.
King Devi looks around the ballroom, scanning the crowd for a familiar face: his second-born. Narin Heng, his biggest disappointment when put beside his firstborn, Chan. King Devi doesn't usually bring Narin when he and Chan sail to France. He's not built for sealife, complains too much, is too weak, and fucking seasick. However, the King of France wanted to see Narin, so he's here—somewhere—at the fancy welcoming party.
With a scowl, the King walks towards Chan, who is talking up a random European woman. He turns his son around, his eyes hard and stern. “Go find your goddamn brother.” The King grits out, already annoyed with the damn brat. He swats his eldest away, prompting him to start his search.
Chan sighs, running a hand through his hair—it’s always like this. Chan has to clean up the little bastard's messes because his little brother can't stay still. “I guess I’ll start down here first...” Chan murmurs to himself, scratching the back of his neck.
Meanwhile, in a darkened room upstairs, Narin sits on his knees with his hands neatly resting on your thighs. From between your legs, he gazes up at you, seductively licking the underside of your cock. He's been teasing you for the last ten minutes they've been up here, kissing and licking without taking you fully into his mouth. He'd suck the tip only briefly then pull away a moment later, clearly enjoying the power he has over you.
The room is dark, save for the fluttering lantern light from the corner. With it, Narin can still see your face, every reaction that his teasing pulls. “It's been three weeks, did you miss me?” The Prince of Cambodia asks with a smirk on his face. He kisses down your cock before starting to suck your balls. Narin is careful to keep his gaze on you, he may hate you, but your cock is addictive.
And he hopes nobody is looking for them.
