Princesses

The 'replacement' for Princesses will be up shortly.

When I realised Princesses was ending I nearly cried. But they are
my characters and are, luckily, still inside my head and I can
revisit them whenever I please.

Although I'm not entirely sure, any more, how many people are
following Princesses. I still urge those of you who still read to
read the replacement, the first chapter at least. I'm hoping none of
you will be disappointed, but then, I always hope that.

Read, Review and Enjoy, as always.

They stumbled to Lans’ room, kissing most the entire way,
locked the door behind them and crawled onto the bed. Clothes weren’t
fumbled with, not like it was driven by lust. The only fumble was
when Peter couldn’t find the tie for Lans’ robe. The robe
slid off so wonderfully, just falling to a forgotten pile on the
floor, soon joined by Peter’s clothes. All that work to be worn
for an hour and then tossed a side. Peter might have thought it a
waste if that hour hadn’t concluded with Lans writhing beneath
him on their wedding bed.

He kissed neck and chest and shoulders, fingers eagerly exploring
as Lans gasped and moaned.

“Lubrication would make this much easier on you,”
Peter groaned against Lans’ ear, thinking about what they were
about to do.

“It’s in the drawer.”

“Prepared for this,” Peter grinned, reaching for the
drawer.

“Something like that,” Lans sat up as Peter pulled out
the small bottle of oil.

Peter didn’t even think about what Lans could possibly have
used it for, he only pulled the cork on the bottle and spread the oil
on one of his fingers, “you might want to lie down…”

“And what if I don’t want to.”

“How else are we going to… make love.”

Lans made a face, “that sounds so bad. It’s called sex
Peter.”

Peter recalled that Lans had spent his ‘bachelor’
night with Mil. The prince shook his head and rolled his eyes at the
same time.

“Here, I’ll show you mister experienced.”

Lans took the bottle from Peter and spread a bit on his own hand
before wrapping the lubricated hand around Peter’s obvious
arousal and moved it up and down with a bit more than ease. He didn’t
even bother preparing himself, just pressed down on Peter and gasped
in surprise. Steady pressure and movement until Peter was completely
within Lans.

Peter kissed Lans’ forehead as the prince breathed heavily,
“try to relax.”

“It’s hard to relax,” Lans tried to shift and
gasped,” when every time I breath you hit that spot.”

No way was it that easy. Peter grasped Lans’ hips and pulled
the young man up slightly, causing him to arch and moan, and then
brought him back down as gently as he could. Peter moved them around
and lay Lans on the bed.

He took a moment to kiss Lans and to murmur his love before
withdrawing and thrusting in. Harder than was probably necessary.
Lans cried out, arching under Peter as he begged for more.

Peter smiled and obliged. He had been a husband, a hero, a failure
and a father but he had never had the chance to be a lover. He hoped
Lans would give him that chance.