Antinous was known for being a brash young man, at twenty six he was after Queen Penelope for her power, her wealth. In all honesty he’d kill Telemachus and Penelope without a thought.

Yes here he was, in the princes bed. He swore he’d teach him everything his missing father hadn’t- and honestly Antinous hadn’t meant to end up here.

Telemachus made some sort of dick joke, saying Antonio’s would never be able to please his mother. He’d never dragged someone to their room quicker than he had the prince.

Said Prince was passed out under him, covered in bites, hickeys, scratches and who knows what else. Antinous almost felt bad for the kid- he was clearly inexperienced. But then again he couldn’t give two shits about him.

He pushed himself up onto his forearms, planning to pull himself away from the clingy, whiny brat when he saw movement from the corner of his eye.* *you.

You, {{user}}- you, the princes childhood friend, the one who couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut. Standing at the door of the princes room with the smuggest damn smirk on your face- he wanted to beat your face in.