Perfect Likeness: A Foot in the Door
Perfect Likeness: A Foot in the Door
((For reference, a picture of both Roy (brown hair) and Frey (white) can be found right here: http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j10/KKKila/?action=view¤t=request___the_perfect_likeness_by_hideyo-d3ddffo.jpg )
*BAM!*
The door to Prince Freyjadour Felena's private chambers was pushed open roughly as the little monarch stormed in, huffing loudly.
"I can NOT believe I lost! I absolutely NEVER lose! You Roy, have cheated me!"
His arms folded as he stomped over to the far wall of his extravagant bedroom where his full body mirror sat, as if he needed reaffirmation of his beauty to make up for the lost bet. Freyjadour was notorious for being quite vein as far as his appearance went. He had never met a mirror he didn't like, and even now he was forgetting what he had been so mad about in the first place.
"I didn't cheat at all, you're just a sore loser, Frey."
Walking in behind the prince was his body double; Roy, who had just won a bet they had made earlier in the day. He turned as he entered to close the door, rolling his eyes at he noticed Frey drinking in his own image on the other side of the room for at least the third time that day.
"Why don't you marry the damn thing..." He mutters under his breath.
As Roy was closing the door he spotted the armor clad Queen's Knight, Kyle, standing out in the hall-way alone. He paused for a moment, as Kyle was a well known lecher, and even Roy knew to keep an eye on him. The blonde knight seemed to sense eyes upon him and turned to spot Roy very suspiciously poking out of the Prince's private chamber. Unbeknownst to Kyle, Roy had plans for Frey this evening, and didn't need to be interuppted during them, so he needed to ensure the knight was somewhere else for a while. They stared rather awkwardly for a moment, Kyle quirking a brow.
"......The girls are taking their steam bath in a few minutes...sure would be a shame to miss that..."
Roy whispered into the large and echoey hall, closing the door slowly while still staring at Kyle, all the way up until the door latched with a soft *click*. The boy was rewarded with a moment or two of silence...then the loud clattering of armor as Kyle took off. Roy wiped his hands, then placed them on his hips." Too easy."
He wasn't suprised to find Frey still engrossed in the mirror, now checking his forehead wrinkles while he creased his brow. The brown haired boy made his way over, carefully stepping up behind Frey so he would be in his line of sight within the mirror's reflection.
"Oh hey Roy, do you think I'm getting old?" Frey asked poking his forehead.
"You're sixteen." He answered, placing a hand on his own brow, though more in frustration than vanity.
"Don't remind me, oh to be fifteen and young again."
As the boys stood in the mirror Roy was reminded just HOW alike they looked, and just how BEAUTIFUL Fray was. Both boys had smooth, young faces, with pink lips and rosy cheeks, little pixie-ish noses under their eyes, which were two different colours; Frey's being blue and Roy's being light brown. They both wore elaborate and multi-coloured armor, which was nearly identical, and hid lithe supple bodies, with the tiniest amount of muscle tone and chub on their tummy's. The main difference (when Roy wasn't wearing a white wig) was their hair; Frey had long silvery-white hair that was usually tied in a tight pony tail and hung down between his smooth shoulder blades, with one strand of that no matter what would poke up from the top of his head. Roy however, sat under an unruly mop of dark brown hair that also reached his back, but instead of tying it, he let it do as it wished, which resulted in one bang usually hanging down over his eyes while the others curled up ever so slightly.
They must have both been on the same train of thought, for they both ended up looking down at their shoes. Roy wore brown deer skin boots, with yellow tassles hanging from the tops, while Frey wore specially made sandals that revealed his best assett in Roy's eyes; his feet. The Prince's feet were delicate little items, with the tops being the same creamy white as the rest of him, his toe nails were always neatly trimmed and clean, with short suckable little toes that clenched up in his sandals when he was agitated, and wiggled around invitingly when he was in a very good mood. Roy had never got a good look at the bottoms, but that would change tonight.
"It gives you away." Frey said matter of factly.
Roy blinked and looked over to the Prince as his cheeks grew hot. Had Frey noticed Roy staring? He never meant to...but they were SO perfect, how could he not look? It was too much to ask of him not to look! Still, he stayed calm.
"W-what does?" Roy asked, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Your shoes. You don't wear sandals like me, so everyone always realizes you aren't really me at all. That's why the enemy stopped shooting at you last time; they knew I wouldn't be caught dead in boots like that and decided your boots made you unworthy of killing." Frey said with a giggle.
Done with his reflection for the moment Frey padded over to his bed and flopped down on his bum. Roy had watched him go, truly amazed at how the Prince was constantly in the thick of battle, yet he kept his heels so moisturized and soft looking. Maybe it was a royal thing, he thought.
"Psssh, my boots are practical for war. You're the one running around out there like its a fashion show or something." Roy retorted with a huff.
"...Ahem?" Frey said loudly, ignoring the last comment and glaring at Roy as if he should know he was supposed to come sit down as well. The brown haired double sighed. Sometimes he swore Frey thought they were dating or something the way he carried on, and the last thing he needed was Lyon, the prince's body-guard and love smitten follower thinking Roy was trying to take him away from her. Even if that was EXACTLY what he wanted to do.
"Yeah, yeah." Roy made his way over as well and plopped down next to Frey, the Prince pulling his feet up on the bed to sit in a cross-legged position as he turned to face Roy.
"Now Roy, about this bet..." Frey began, casually starting to undo the strap on his red sandals.
"There was no way I was going to guess Georg had cheesecake in his room. Besides, we don't even know if it was his after all. I for one have never seen him eat cheesecake in my life, and he's been in the castle since I was born."
By the time Frey had finished he had dropped his two sandals off the bed with soft *thwaps!* against the cool and polished castle floor. Roy's heartbeat increased tenfold now that he was so close to the object of his deepest desires. A bead of sweat formed on his brow as he fought the urge to look down at the now wiggling toes of the cream coloured angel sitting across from him. He had to try to keep it together until he found a way to work it into conversation!
"Well when he left last week I took about four cheesecakes out of the chest in his room, and sure enough when he came back I checked, and there were eight. He's stockpiling them." Roy's eyes dipped dangerously close, and then something very dangerous happened. He smelled them. They were in such close proximity, he could smell Frey's warm feet as if they were right under his nose. (which they were, in a sense)
"Maybe he's giving them to Genoh?" Frey suggested, twirling a lock of hair on his finger, seemingly oblivous to Roy's approaching heart attack.
"No...turtles don't eat cheese cake...I don't think. They like...fish...or something."
Roy took a causual inhale and was rewarded with that wonderful aroma; a beautiful mix of light sweat, the sweet and spicy smell of warm leather from the sandals, and the scent of Frey's lilac lotion that he always smelled of. He couldn't take it any more, he HAD to say something.
"H-hey Frey...remember when you said I should...wear s-sanda--?"
" I need a foot massage." Frey interuppted, looking up at Roy as he twirled his hair. Roy's face lost every ounce of color at those words, and Frey lifting his feet and placing them squarely in Roy's lap did NOT help matters at all! The Prince fluffed his pillow behind him, and laid slightly on his side, still looking at Roy with those big doe like blue eyes.
"Massage them for me Roy, I've had a long day." The Prince yawned, batting his eye-lids as he let down his white hair which fell over his face and into his pillow. He looked breathtaking, and all Roy could think to say was: "...Sure."
He looked down to the feet in his lap, and the smell was right there, that tangy yet not unpleasant spice filling his nose again. Then there were the bottoms. Frey's feet were beyond everything he had hoped for, because his soles were smooth, soft looking, and deliciously pink. The ball of his foot looked soft too, as did his scrunched heels, which were now resting just a few inches of fabric from Roy's bare skin. He began slowly, his fingers gripping the smooth tops before his thumbs pushed into the plush soles of the feet before him. They may have been small, but they were so soft to the touch that Roy had a hard time believing Frey had ever taken a step in his life! He pushed up into the ball of Frey's right foot with his thumb, his fingers sliding easily along with the lubrication of the Prince's foot sweat as he neared the toes, inter-locking his fingers between them and pushing foward against them so that they let out tiny *pops*.
"Oh my Roy, I had no idea you were a massues. Perhaps such lady-like ventures would better suit you, battle certaintly doesn't seem to be your 'life's calling' if I remember our duel correctly."
Frey's voice was dreamily content if a little on the sarcastic side, but Roy smiled softly at knowing he was bringing Frey pleasure. Still he was finding it increasingly difficult not put his nose down in between Frey's toes and take a big whiff of his sweaty feet.
"You got lucky that day prissy boy, next time I won't hold back."
He was responding on instinct now, and he had a feeling Frey could tell. Truth be told, on the day of their meeting Roy had lost his one on one duel against Frey because he had been messmerized by how pretty he was, which had lead to him being whacked around pretty good by the suprisingly capable Prince.
He pushed back on all five of Frey's toes, then gave the right foot a good few long alternating strokes with both hands from heel to toe, making sure to get the sweaty smell all over them.
"Prissy hm? I may be prissy...but I'm not the one getting an erection from giving a foot massage." The smile was so thick in Frey's voice a blind man could tell he was grinning from ear to ear, and Roy, who was just moving on to the other foot, froze in place. He looked down, and sure enough Frey's foot was pressed against a tent that was rising up to greet him, a little wet spot on the tip to add insult to injury.
"F-F-Fray...I-I um...I..." Roy was sure he was going to be met with a Tri-Nunchaku to the face any moment now for having something so indecent make its presense known in front of the Prince. He didn't know a thing about royal ettiqute, but he was pretty sure getting a hard on from giving the Prince's feet a rub was a crime somehow. It had to be, right? Roy looked up from under his curly hair, his face clouded with worry as tears misted in his eyes.
"HAHAHAH!!!" Frey howled with laughter, grabbing his sides as he rolled on his back and thrust his face into his pillow, were his giggling continued in droves. Roy sat speechless, hands still frozen just above the feet of the now cackling monarch. For a moment he didn't have a single thought in his head, until he gasped after making a discovery of his own.
"You should have seen your face!" Frey says pulling his head out of his pillow, tears in the corners of his eyes. "I can't believe you would get turned on by something like that Roy? For Sun's sake, feet? I always knew you liked them, you stared enough for anyone to realize that, but I had no idea they turned you on!" Frey continued to revel in his giddy laughter for a while longer until he realized Roy was staring at something.
"...What? What are you..." The Prince trailed off as he looked down to his crotch, finding that not only was he erect too, but in all of his rolling around his pretty little pecker had popped from his black under suit. "Oh..."
Roy looked from the exposed member of his crush, to his scarlet cheeked face, then back again. He had been so scared he thought he would die, but Frey was just as hard as he was! Suddenly Roy regained his confidence, a sly smile finding a home on his still blushing cheeks.
"...You were saying?" He said expectantly.
"I can explain!" Fry cried frantically.
"I'm listening..."
Roy turned an ear to the Prince, even putting his hand next to it as to indicate he was well aware that the balance of power had just shifted, however momentarly, in his favor.
"...Fine." Frey said with a deep sigh after a moment had passed.
Roy turned back expectantly, waiting to here just what Frey had to say, his green eyes shifting back to the lightly coloured little cocklet which was six inches at best, and had the rosiest little tip where a bead of clear pre was forming. He licked his lips, and unknowingly began to massage Frey's right foot.
"Since only girls can inherit the kingdom here, us male royals get no respect. The towns people have to humor us because we have SOME authority, but we get no special treatment, and very little pampering. I'm not used to being...massaged, so I got a little excited. There, happy?" Fray concluded by sticking out his tongue and folding his arms.
"...I don't wear sandals because I think my feet are ugly." Roy said whilst looking down at Frey's toes.
"...Huh? What does that have to do wi--"
"You answered me...so I answered you." His cheeks grew hot again, and he tried not to meet Fray's gaze as he kneaded into the soft sole. Then he leaned down, and pressed his warm lips into the soft and sweaty sole in his hands, coming back up with a smile as he faced Frey. The Prince's mouth hung open ever so slightly, then it slowly closed and he smiled as well.
"Well, you are MY double after all. We look exactly alike, remember? You're beautiful because of that...and if you're my double, then your feet must be beautiful too." Frey leaned back as he locked his arms to support his upper body, wiggling his toes a bit at Roy. They both giggled, after which a long silence held while Roy pinched each one of Frey's toes on his left foot to pop them. Roy blinked when he saw something out of the corner of his eye, then finally looked to see what was moving to his right, only to find Frey stroking his cock as his foot was rubbed, his cock glistening and sticky from his pre.
"I want to see them." The Prince piped up, snapping Roy out of his staring.
"See what? My feet?"
"Yep. I figure if you're so into this you can get a hard on, maybe there's something to it. I want to see."
The whole experience had relaxed Roy a bit, so he didn't really protest when Frey asked again. He could trust Frey, after all; he loved him. Even if that love was never, ever returned. Roy had to make the most of this. And the foot now rubbing its toes against his covered cock was a good motivator as well.
Roy sighs, then leans over the slender legs in front of him down to his boots, grabbing the sides to open them up a bit, and then very slowly pulling out his foot. His black undersuit ran from his neck to his ankle, unlike Frey's which covered the ball of his foot with a thin little cloth strap, so after the ankle came into view Roy closed his eyes and pulled out his moist, and sweaty foot before placing it on the stone floor, repeating the process with his other boot as well. When he was done he let out a deep breath he had been holding since he began, and wiggled his toes on the cool floor as he looked to Frey with a worried furrow in his brow.
"Just like mine." Frey said softly, after looking them over. "We're exactly alike Roy...you're just like me in all but two, forgivable ways; your hair and your eyes. That's alright though, because I've always liked your eyes, and you can wear your wig! You should start wearing sandals too..."
Roy let a hiss of air escape his lips. "What's it like Frey? Knowing you'd jump at the chance to mate yourself if you could?"
"Rather nice actually." The Prince said with a giggle.
"You...really think I should wear sandals?" Roy asked in a hushed whisper, Frey nodding a gentle yes, his long hair bouncing as he did so. He placed his hands on either side of himself and patted the bedsheets for Roy to put his feet up, which Roy did reluctantly, adjusting his sitting position so that his feet sat on either side of Frey. The Prince looked down at the slightly darker olive toned feet, with tan wrinkly bottoms and five nearly identical toes, and then he smelled them. The Prince had taken both of Roy's sweaty boot feet in his hands and were holding them up to his face, his nose pushed deep into the wrinkled soles as he sniffed loudly. Roy nearly fell over from shock. The Prince then spread Roy's big and middle toe, putting his nose in between them and giving another long sniff, the cool air feeling quite good between the double's warm toes, though he himself was far too busy holding Frey's foot to his crotch as he rubbed against the smooth sole.
"F-Frey..." Roy moaned softly, and with little to no willpower remaining he took the Prince's right foot and gave a long lick from heel to sweaty toes, the salty tang mingling nicely on his tongue.
"Mmmm, it isn't bad at all once you *sniff* let yourself get into it." Frey resumed rubbing his ivory hard on with his hand , pushing intently on the bulge in Roy's pants, while flexing his toes. Roy lost it, and began to shamelessly suck on Frey's big toe like a little wiggling cock, his tongue encircling it before he opened his mouth to take two more into his mouth, slurping up the sweat between them loudly. Frey shivered and let a shaky breath escape his lips as he placed Roy's feet on his shoulders, both right next to his face so he could fully enjoy the smell of the moist and sweat slick soles. His hand picked up its pace as he turned his head into the foot on his right shoulder and buried his face into it, licking the sole like ice cream as his hand became a blur over his throbbing little pricklet, pre sticky between his fingers.
"Oh Frey...oh man...I....you're so...uhhhh!" Roy grabbed his undersuit through his pants and pulled from both sides, the fabric ripping open as his cock bounced free and into the air, pre leaking down the seven inch pole like a faucet. It was like Frey's too, save for being darker, and having just a bit more curly brown hairs in addition to one pulsing vein running down the length of it. The flustered double took Frey's feet and placed them on either side of his cock, then pushed up as he holds them in place, leaning down as far he could so as to take licks at Frey's passing toes as he jerked himself off with the Prince's feet, huffing loudly.
For the next fifteen minutes Roy rubbed his slippery cock in between Frey's smooth and creamy soles, stopping to suckle any remaining sweat from his toes, or giving loving kisses to the little toes before placing them back on his cock. Frey was actually loving every minute much to his surprise, and while he stroked his dripping cock as fast as he could, he would bury and rub his face into one of the two feet on his shoulders, lapping at the soles and up in between the toes when he felt the rush of his orgasm approaching.
"F-Fray...I'm gonna...it's so good...I-I'm gonna shoot Frey!"
"Cum Roy, cum on my toes!"
Roy cried out into the night air, several of the castles occupants stopping their business to look up toward the Prince's chambers and shake their heads. That boy's appetite for sex was monstrous. Meanwhile Roy was shooting a hot wad of sticky cum on Frey's sole, which dripped down until he shot another in between Frey's toes, then one final shot that dribbled down over the top of the Prince's foot. Frey watched it all, and was gasping for air after the display.
"Oh yesss, that's it! That feels...mmm, mmmh!!"
Frey came next, a girlish whine piercing the air of the castle, the gardener Gadoe throwing down his rake and shaking his fist up at the source of the noise. Up in his chamber Frey pulled down one of Roy's feet and pushed it down over his now spurting cock, his hot spewing cum coating the underside of Roy's foot thoroughly. They both held their respective feet tight to their respective cocks for a moment longer before they fell back on the bedspread, panting and sweating despite still being nearly fully clothed.
"Oh Frey...*pant* that was *pant* so amazing..."
" I will admit...*pant** it was very kinky, and I do enjoy kinky."
"...You think anyone heard us?" Roy asked raising up ever so slightly.
"...I doubt it." Frey said with a soft shrug. "You know what we should do?"
"What?"
"...I should lick your cum from my toes, and you likewise."
Roy blushed a bit under his incredibly tussled hair, which seemed silly at this point.
"It sounds hot...but why do you want to do it?" He asked quirking a brow.
"Because smart boy, it will bring us that much closer to being the same."
"...Frey, I um...I..."
"I know you do." The Prince whispered as he leaned up and pulled his legs into a cross legged position, then pulling his foot to his mouth and closing it around his cum dripping toes, sucking the creamy white jizz of his double off of his foot. Roy had mimicked the Prince and sat up as well, gawking as he watched Frey suck off his cum. After seeing that Frey looked to enjoy the taste, he took it as an opportunity to grow closer to Frey, and pulled his cum slick foot up to his mouth and sniffed, before running his tongue over his sole and pausing for the first swallow. After he too found the taste enjoyable, he licked off the rest happily. They sat like that for a while, licking their feet clean and casting knowing smiles at each other now and again.
"Well...that was quite enough excitement for one night, don't you think?" Frey said with a long stretch, yawning as his arms pushed out and his joints popped from stiffness.
"Uh...yeah." Roy said, a sad smile resting on his face.
There was a very good chance this would never happen again, and while he had started out just wanting to convince Frey to let him massage his feet, he would never have guessed all that had happened that night would come to pass. Frey seemed to be back to his old oblivious self, as he cast a glance to his wardrobe as if he were planning to change into proper sleeping attire and head to bed with Roy still in the room. Instead however, he stood and padded over to the chest that held his armor while he slept.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." The Prince began to rummage around in his trunk, moving this and that around as Roy looked on. The double frowned at Frey's back, then slowly stood and gathered his things, turning to the door and silently heading to pull the hatch.
"Oh Roy?" Frey called from the chest.
The double turned, for once very uninterested in anything Frey could possibly have to say. "Hm?"
"...Me too."
"Huh?" Roy turned, unsure of what Frey meant.
"Earlier when we were...um, you said you...well...me too." Frey stood, his back still to the boy that stood mid-step behind him.
"And don't think you're off the hook, Roy. I rather enjoyed the attention my mother and sister likely had their whole life. You are to report here every night for your foot massaging duties, with an extra pair of clothes for you in case your 'duties' run a little long, and you need to sleep here. Now...goodnight." Frey went back to rummaging in his chest, pulling out his sleeping attire.
Roy stared dumbfounded, watching Frey walk around the room as he prepared for bed. Eventually he managed to get out a dreamy: "...Sure." Then he stepped out into the hall, and closed the door slowly behind him until it caught with a soft *click* . He collapsed on the palace floor as soon as the door shut, one tear sliding down his cheek and onto his lap.
"Me too huh?" He asked no one in particular, before getting back to his feet and padding off with a beaming smile.
The former bandit made his way through the castle, many of the servants eyeing him oddly, or at least he thought so. Weird. He turned and headed down the stairs to his own chambers, his boots carried in his grip; he would look into getting some sandals in the morning. As he reached the bottom the Queen's Knight Kyle walked around the corner and into view, a large, pink handprint present on his cheek. They both stopped and stared for a moment, then spoke at the same time: "Good night?" to which they both answered simultanenously: "You know it!" And strode past after smacking a high five.
HEY!?! Who the HELL keeps stealing my CHEESECAKE!?"
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