ILU, anon. This totally made my night. I hope you are enjoying mine, even though I'm not sure it's you who requested it.
“You can’t – c’mon, Nimble, c’mon.” His partner urged him softly, a little uncertain what he was trying to urge him to. Velvet tightened his legs around Nimble’s middle a little tighter, earning a soft gasp from his partner, pushing himself a little deeper inside. They shouldn’t have done this; gods, what a fool he’d been. But the opportunities were so few, with so many eyes around them, always watching; he’d thought the Summer Sun Festival would be distraction enough. Not like the little ponies could help it, though. So many of them only had their country-bred cousins to ogle, with their plow shears and carts dragged behind them. Stallions from the capital, the pride of their gender, looking so muscular and dashing in their burnished gold armor… it was natural that they would get a few looks when they went into town. But here, in the furthest-back rooms of the castle, he had thought they would be safe.
“I – ca-an’t!” Nimble whickered, his voice similarly low, as if they could conceal anything from the Princess, who stood watching only a few feet away. Her wings had circled even more tightly around her pale body, and had the pair been watching, they would have noticed a faint, deep shudder ripple through her as her primary feathers touched a particularly sensitive place.
Sensing the Princess’ eyes on him, as burning as if they’d been two hot coals from a dragon’s nest, Velvet pushed sharply into his partner, trying to ignore the sharp, sudden cry, uncertainty mingling with an undeniable desire. “Yes, you can.” He hissed, bringing his mouth down to bite lightly at the back of Nimble’s neck, tugging at his mane, easing hard-won cries from his partner.