Ebin wasn’t sure if it was the water or himself, but he was flush. He had seen plenty of naked men before but he had never felt so small and vulnerable. Even out of their armor the knights felt built and sturdy. His soft pale shoulders sloped out of the water, hot beads of sweat down his neck and across the collarbone. 

Ebin now floating a little in the water displaced by his two big knights placed his hand on some of the hard mossy stone slates under the water. It was in a flush of embarrassment as he locked eyes with Mahao that Ebin realized he was steadying himself on his knights thigh. They shared a knowing glance, Ebin worried that Mahao could see the pleasure welling up inside the little Prince. As Ebin wades back in some embarrassment he finds himself engulfed in the physique Qana. His hard pecs into Ebins soft shoulder blades. Ebin’s almost tail instinctively and without thinking wrapping around Qana’s leg. Ebin was getting all bound up in his knights bodies and though he was embarrassed, Ebin couldn’t help but feel his knights were enjoying this. 

“Ah! Quit squirming, my prince!” he laughs through winces. The royal had somehow shuffled onto his lap almost immediately, and now the sacred sword of the Amarì clan was jabbing him awkwardly in the thigh as a result. Qana giggles deep in his chest, rolls his eyes, and wraps his liege in a hug to force him to sit still. “If you’re bent on sitting there, at least let me—ah, there we are.” He shuffles his legs until his cock nestled along the groove of Ebin’s ass, tip pressed to the underside of the royal tail.

Seeing Mahao allowing himself to get hard has totally extinguished his worry over it. The Azure Hart had always been the more disciplined and cautious between them, so if he felt that the Prince would be fine, Qana agreed. He slides his foot along the underside of his fellow knight’s sac, unable to reach with anything else, but wanting to tight l touch him all the same. “Ha! Happier now that you’re between us, Prince? Feeling safer with a knight on both sides of you?”

Ebin was glad he was in the hot water as it was hiding how flush he was becoming. His knights had such ease. They weren’t just familiar they were confident in themselves and their cocks. 

Ebin could feel his own swelling under the water. But something was different this time. It was swelling larger than he had experienced before, driven not just by passion like usual but a deep desire. It was growing and lengthening beyond what Ebin could usually control. It was embarrassing, he was supposed to be the prince but his body was out of his control. Filling with hormones like he was some new fawn and not the stag of the realm. The prince was so distracted by his thought he hadn’t noticed  Qana confidently sizing him up.

”M.. maybe we could just share some space” Ebin says almost automatically, hypnotized by his situation. He’d never dreamed he’d be so close to his knights like this. Ebin was becoming lost by Mahao’s confidence. Small movements and attempts to copy his stance, his presence, that confidence, that charming seduction. Ebin could feel himself wanting to sink into his side of the tub. He had been so forward, but was it too forward. 

Mahao suppresses a noise of surprise and pleasure as he feels the foot nudge along his sac, instead opting to smirk at the prince attempting to mirror his posture and mannerisms. "Are we not already 'sharing some space' my liege?" he asks playfully, motioning to the tub with his hands. "Unless you mean that I should join you in Ser Qana's lap." He switches his gaze to the other night at this, winking at him with such subtlety as to be unnoticeable by the squirming prince between them. He runs his own foot, teasingly along the outer edge of his partner's thigh, the prince's position between them preventing anything more intimate.

"It's a shame the tub is as tiny as it is though," he voices after a moment, letting his foot drop back to the floor of the basin. "There's not nearly enough room to properly stretch out the sore muscles." At this, he braces his forearms against the edge of the tub, leaning back and out to stretch, the movement pulling his hips and manhood from the water. He is fully erect now, the water dripping down his thick length and over his heavy balls, all of which now sit level with the smaller princes face where it rises above the waterline. He holds the position for a few seconds, before letting out a heavy sigh of relief and straightening up, letting his cock slide back into the depths. "It's important to properly stretch after a long day of rising, so you don't seize up" he grins at his face levels once more with his companions.  

“Such a fine specimen, my fellow knight,” Ser Qana says in an academic tone. “You can see why he’s so popular at the tourneys and pageants. Even under clothes one can sense his strength and beauty, though of course you really can’t appreciate the male body fully except in the nude.” Qana runs a hand along the Prince’s abdomen. “Hence the great arts always portraying it uncovered.” He meets his fellow knight’s eyes with a gaze full of mischief. “Go ahead and stand up. If the prince wants to join us, he should get acquainted with the poetry of the form.”

Mahao turns his characteristic smirk on his partner, nodding along as he rises to his feet. “You make an excellent point, Ser Qana. Better to appreciate it in all its beauty while the prince can. If he is going to attempt to emulate my mannerisms, he should get to witness them all.”

Fully standing, his cock now bounces just above the princes head, in line with Qana’s face, his balls handing beneath still dripping as the water runs off him. Mahao proceeds to move through several stretches that show off his body, holding each and releasing it with a sigh.

“Beauty itself, isn’t it?” Qana murmurs into Ebin’s ear. “The savage beauty of the male form and yet so tame you grab him by the balls and he’d barely flinch. Such is the virtue of the well trained and disciplined knight.” He smirks at Ebin. “What, don’t believe me? Look.” He reaches out and hooks a hand around the heavy balls, rolling them through his fingers to show them off to the prince. “See? The finest yet most docile knight you could imagine, and he’s yours. It’s quite the honor, among those with the rarified sense to appreciate him.”