Dressrosa was a truly passionate country. A summer's day and the sun out in full meant that the weather was often stifling, unbearable at the worst of times. And yet in the winter, the clouds rolled in in full force, blocking any warmth the sun might have otherwise provided, and pelted the country in thick blankets of snow.
Turbulent, and yet beautiful in all ways. Dressrosa knew no stability of any kind, in any way. Truly, just as the citizens that resided there.
One such winter nights, you struggled to get rid of the chill that settled in your bones. The castle could be quite cold, if the fireplaces scattered throughout the structure weren't kept properly lit at all times. Bundling up in blankets was a common solution, sure, but there was one way you knew would surely warm you straight up.
The master bedroom's attached bathroom was luxurious. Naturally. As it should be. To be a king meant to live in comfort and style like one, and Doflamingo spared no expense for his own happiness. Such a fact was a perk to being his lover you were more than happy to take advantage of.
You turned the knob, and the shower head hissed to life as the water spat out with divine pressure. It would take but a moment to warm and finally heat to your preferred temperature, and you used the time to undress, leaving your clothes in the small hamper nearby. They dropped one by one inside of it. The chill touched your bare skin and made you shiver.
You're quick to step into the heavenly, hot stream of water, any last vestiges of cold quickly dissipated as you stood under the spray. Slowly but surely, your aches and stresses melt away, and you close your eyes to let yourself relax.
You're not sure how long you spend standing there, before the feeling of a presence behind you becomes apparent. An intruder? Well, yes, but...not quite. You only smile to yourself, shifting in place as the person slips in easily behind you. Strong arms wrap around your middle, his chest hitting your back.
"Tsk, tsk..." His voice is low and right next to your ear, hands moving to trail up and down your sides, tempting and teasing gently. "You didn't wait for me?"
"Wasn't sure how long you'd be." You admit, voice only just audible above the spray of the water. "I was cold."
A hum is his only response, his body enclosing from behind you, keeping you in his embrace as the hot water comes down on you both. He makes no move to wash. Neither did you. It's satisfying enough to simply linger together in the shower together, close and wet and quiet in a way you so rarely get to experience.
He's quiet. Contemplative. Unusually subdued as his hands wander, tracing skin, trailing them wherever he well pleased. You let him, leaning back into his body to give yourself fully to his ministrations. Eyes still closed, you simply enjoy the sensations for what they are. The King shall have what he so desired...
He was, strangely, in no rush, content to leave you holding your breath in anticipation, body strung and on edge the longer he ignored the building need inside of you. You'd no doubt that he could sense your shift in mood, sense the direction your thoughts were heading towards. And yet still he was careful to avoid where you wanted him most.
You were nearly to the point of begging, it would have been nothing more than a strangled 'please' in a breathless gasp, but your mouth only just opened as he finally granted your wish. The feel of his lips on your neck made you shiver, just as his hand delved down towards where you were most sensitive.
His long, thin fingers worked you with such mastery, pulling low and drawn-out moans from your throat. Even when your body twitched and tried pulling away from the spike in pleasure, your nerves snapping with nearly too much all at once, his strong arm kept you against him.
You cum with a silent, open-mouthed inhalation, too overtaken by erotic heat to even mutter a noise. You shake, you quiver, in his grasp. Head up in the clouds, the heat from the shower lets you come down easily and into his continued embrace.
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