Little Prince

His tall body moved down the hallway, mahogany cape hanging off his shoulders and fluttering like the cloak of Death. His large hand ran across the surface of the golden door, encrusted with jewels of the red and white color. He knew his Lord was angry, and he almost feared entering the room. Nevertheless, he was a faithful knight, and he would swallow his fear as he had so many times before. Never letting such thoughts display on his stern, almost frozen, face, he pushed through the golden door, approaching the throne of the audience chamber where the King sat silently, as though in some deep slumber.

Dropping down to one knee, he spoke. "I am here, My Lord."

"I called for you over twenty minutes ago, Siegfried." The King seethed, emphasizing his point with a distasteful click of his tongue.

"And I came as fast as I was able." He had been in the middle of training his knights when the bruised-eyed messenger girl had come to him. It wasn't for everyone that Siegfried would halt training, but he'd taken pity on the poor messenger girl. He didn't wish to see both her eyes darkened. Even now, the deep scent of anger was hanging deep in the air, making all who were present uncomfortable. "How are negotiations?" He asked, though the answer should have been obvious.

"Not well. That family of fat swine are insulted. They believe that my son ran out because of their daughter's weight. If that were true, I can hardly blame him, however---"

"Prince Roan is hardly so shallow. If he believed the marriage would benefit the people, he would have set his own personal feelings aside."

"Yes...Which makes this situation all the worse."

"You think he discovered your plans, my Lord?"

The King's eyes darkened. The thought had clearly been present in his mind for some time. It wasn't a possibility he wanted to explore, but it was the only one that would make sense. "Perhaps so..."

"So what shall we do now, my Lord? Without Aerstilla's military technology..."

"That wasn't the only option available to me." The King interjected. "Though, my other option, was something I promised the little brat's mother that I would never employ. However, she's dead, and the dead can do me no harm."

"My Lord, what are you talking about?"

"You'll find out soon enough, Siegfried. Take the Royal Guard, and recover my son. I truly don't care if he's just a head attached to a torso. Just bring him back here with a single breath in his lungs."

"Yes, your Majesty."

"No, you're not getting it at all!" Albel was ready to give up. The dense quiet of the forest was filled with the sounds of Albel's frustrated shouting, and Roan's inability to talk like a common man. "When we get to the village, and you're still talking like some noble with a stick up his ass, you're gonna get us both busted."

Roan's lips pulled into a cute pout, Albel resisting a sudden urge to capture his lips and nibble that plump lower lip. "I'm really trying, you know."

"I know, I know..." He scratched his ebony roots, shaking the previous thought from his mind.. "Okay, try it again. Say: What's up?"

"W-What's up?"

"Good, just say it more casually."

"What's up?"

"There! See, that wasn't so hard!" He wrapped his muscled arm around Roan's slender neck and pulled the boy taut against him. "Alright, now. Maybe the most important part of the lesson. Talking to ladies."

"How is that the most important?"

"Oh right, forgot you were gay."

"Stop calling me that!!!" Roan half-heartedly pushed his elbow into Albel's stomach.

"You see? There you go again. Tell me to shut up. Or shut the hell up. Or, my personal favorite, shut the fuck up."

"Does everything need a swear in it?"

"You really haven't ever talked to a common man, have you?" Damn if the boy wasn't cute when he pouted. Albel released his captive, thoughts again forming in his head. He wondered how easy it would be to take the boy. He'd resist at first, which would only make it more fun, before finally giving in and letting Albel have his way. It'd been a while since he'd been with a boy too, his bisexual cravings finding they needed satisfaction.

"Alright, alright. Look. It's important to know how to talk to women, because they are often the best sources of information. They also tend to run the shops, so if you can talk to them the right way, you might get a bargain. Hell, I once got a whole twenty pounds of meat just for fucking the store owner."

"You really are vile."

"Disgusting."

"Fine! You're a disgusting pervert! That common enough for you?"

"Say: ya."

Roan growled, his hands disheveling his silky blond roots as he scratched his head in frustration.

"Don't worry. You'll get it...I think. When we get to the village ahead, Petal, just hang around some people and listen to how they talk. You'll pick it up."

Sighing, Roan slumped his shoulders and reviewed everything Albel had taught him. It was tough, taking all of his education and just disregarding it so easily. It didn't help that Roan's eyes kept creeping up Albel's bare arms, the golden skin reflecting the shards of dawn light as the sun climbed over the horizon, as though it too wished to stare at Albel's godly structure. The thought that he really was gay presented itself, unable to shake the thought of Albel naked and wet from his mind. The man had a foul mouth, would sleep with anything, but he was just too gorgeous for words.

His thoughts ceased as the woods parted, the morning light even brighter on the two, and reminding both of their exhaustion. Just ahead was a small village, brought to life by the golden light. It was small, naught but a few wooden houses, a well in the middle of town, and a garden that likely provided the food supply for the whole village on the outskirts, from what Roan could see as they approached. The narrow street between the columns of houses would soon be filled with children scampering and playing, mothers hanging clothes on a line, and the garden would be filled with people picking the ripe new crop. It was so different from the castle, where every day seemed so monotonous and boring. There was a different energy in the air, a different way of life. One, Roan thought he might enjoy.

"There's a barn." Albel's voice cut through the silence of the pleasant morning.

"Yes...er...Yeah, and?"

"You're trying, good job. But, we can get some sleep there. You must be tired."

Following Albel into the barn, the smell of damp air and hay in the air, causing the overwhelming sense to vomit settling in Roan's stomach. His green eyes glanced around, no animals, which was a welcome sight. The barn had been abandoned, rats renovating the empty barn after years of use.

"Alright, this is as good as we're gonna do. Don't bitch about it."

"I wasn't..."

"Good..." Albel threw his body down to a pile of hay. "Then, get some sleep. We'll leave at night just to avoid any knights in the area."

Roan followed suit, though rather than laying down in hay, he propped his body up against a rear, water damaged wall. It stank, but as Roan closed his eyes, exhaustion from the previous day, and his lack of sleep catching up to his body, the odor became a sweet perfume, that lulled Roan to a deep slumber.

"Damn fool!!!" The Boss howled. They had gotten the ship out of harbor, barely, and now were heading for Medea. Knights had run a thorough inspection of the ship, and unfairly taxed them for the spicked rum they had on board. The Boss knew he hated knights for a reson. The plan had been shot to hell, and the good was left in the hands of one of the more carefree members of the group.

"Meh, nothing could be done, Boss." Kain said, his limber body sitting on the railing of the boat, just one rough wave away from having his body dumped into the ocean. "Kytes said that the Prince was trying to escape, threw a wrench into all our month's of planning."

"And it was a good plan too..." The burly man grumbled.

Kain's attentions turned to the blond, doing one handed push ups for his morning exercise. "Yo, Rey! How's Kytes?"

"Last. I. Checked. Still. Sleeping." He said amid his pushes.

"First job was a failure. He must feel real good about that." The Boss started to laugh.

"What about, Sasha?"

"Still. Sleeping...too..." Rey pushed his body up with an agile leap, landing on his feet like the cat Kain believed him to be. "She's been out all mornin'."

"Why do we even let her come with us? She never does shit. All she does is fuck every guy in whatever port we dock in." Kain seethed.

"She gets us money that way." The Boss defended.

"When she decides she'll take payment for it."

"Aight, aight, that's enough. We'll be arriving at Medea soon, there we'll just wait for that damn fool to bring the Prince."

"Yeah, about that Boss." Rey hopped up on the rail beside Kain, making a nonchalant gesture of placing his hand over Kain's. "Just curious, who ordered us to do this mission again."

"Not sayin'." That was the end of it, the Boss retreating below deck.

"Tch, always so evasive." Rey scooted closer to Kain, his lips pressing the nape of the strong man's neck. "Wanna fool around? It's a slow day."

"Sure. Watchin' you do push ups got me hot."

The same smell that lulled him to sleep, awoke him with a start, Roan springing from the wall, temporarily disoriented by his unfamiliar surroundings, and the heaving man sprawled out on the hay nearby, sleeping soundly as an infant. Roan took a moment to recollect where he was, a terrible headache settling in the pit of his skull, and an angry rumble from his stomach reminding him that he hadn't eaten since the morning before.

Roan crept from the barn, careful not to awaken Albel, and slipped into the town. Kids playing in the streets, as he suspected there would be, carried much more energy than the oppressed children that populated the castle. They all seemed so much happier, and carefree, now running around him as they played tag and used him to avoid the other player. Roan laughed, and went on, walking down the lone street of the small village, finding a young woman at a booth with an arrangement of vegetables spread out with separate signs to indicate price.

"U-Um...excuse me..er---" Roan took a moment to recall the replacement Albel had taught him. " What's up?" He took the girl's attention.

"Well hey there, cutie pie, you're a new face."

"Just passing through...um...so what's for sale..." Always make them feel special with a compliment: Albel's first lesson. "...Umm...baby?" That didn't sound right, and the woman's bright eyes suddenly narrowing made it clear he wasn't right.

"Whatever's on the booth, price is negotiable, under certain conditions."

When price is negotiable, and the negotiator is of the opposite sex, use it to your advantage. "Well...Um...What would I have to do to you to bring the price down a bit, beautiful?" That didn't sound right either, and Roan wasn't even sure what he was implying. Only feeding her the lines Albel had given him.

"Excuse me?"

That hadn't worked either. Roan panicked. "U-Um...just gimme somethin' to eat..." Roan hung his head, placing the exact amount on the booth and taking a juicy tomato. He hung his head, the woman glaring at him as he shirked away. Being a commoner was harder than he thought.

Biting into the tomato, the sweet juice filling his mouth with much content. His eyes fell upon an elderly lady, straining her back as she hauled a basket of vegetables that were threatening to break the poor old lady's back. Taking another bite, Roan dropped the tomato and wandered over to the woman, taking the basket from her.

"Let me help you, ma'am...Or rather, I got this..."

Stunned, but with a shrug of her slumping shoulders, she passed the basket over to Roan. "Thank you, sonny. My house is just over here." Roan followed the lady into her house, old, dusty with decaying furniture adorning the inside and canned fruits serving as decorations in their random scatter around the room. Roan followed the old lady to the table where he lay the basket of ripe vegetables with a thunk.

"Oh, many thanks again. My old back can't handle it anymore."

"It was no trouble..." Biting back the urge to scream at his mistake, Roan revised quietly. "Um...no problem."

The old lady cocked her head at him, her gray hairs dangling as curiously as she was. "Sonny, you talk strangely. You have a speech problem?"

"N-No ma'am...not really."

"You stutter too. That's a bad habit."

"Um...well, you see..."

"Nevermind. Tell me, what're you doing here. We don't get a lot of travelers anymore."

"Well...me and an escort are passing through on the way to Medea. We just stopped to get some rest. Wait...why don't you get any travelers, anymore?"

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about. Just, some bandits holed up in a cave near here. They started attacking caravans that came from the capital to trade. Now we're just scraping by, and no merchant will come near here."

"That's awful."

"That's life, sonny. Anyways, you hungry? I can make you something to eat, if you like."

Roan wondered how the old lady could offer food after making it clear they were just scraping by. "Where are these bandits? Where's that cave at?"

"Down by the river, but young'uns are better off just stayin' away. Wish my grandson was still here, though. He'd give those hooligans a good thumpin'. My old granddaughter, bless her heart, ain't good for much else than smiling and sellin' vegetables. Which don't turn much profit in this village, mind you."

"Down by the river..." Roan mumbled to himself. "Thanks for the offer for supper, but I'm going to pass. Bye!" Roan ran out, his destination in mind. Just outside the village, there was a river that cut through the forest that he and Albel came through.

A good stretch, yawn, and a crick of his awkwardly bent neck was Albel's start to the day. The barn was absent a certain blond prince, Albel prompting not to read into it. Roan was in a new world, probably just out for a walk. Stretching his still slumbering muscles one more time, Albel left the barn and wondered into the central street, eyes locking on to the beautiful brunette selling vegetables at a side stand. Beautiful, young, and she was with food. Perfect, he could get something to eat, and maybe a quick roll in the hay before nightfall, when he and Roan would head out.

He approached, taking a step behind the woman with whom the vegetable seller was conversing.

"....And then he asked, what he would have to do to me to bring the price down. It was all creepy, and weird. It's a shame, he was a cute kid too...."

"Some people just have no kind of raising..."

"Yeah, no kidding."

Albel cleared his throat. "Excuse me, ladies? Mind if I cut in?"

The girl's eyes caught Albel's, the other woman excusing herself to go on about her business, her wandering eyes not lost on Albel. He always loved being eye candy for aging house wives "Hello there, handsome. What can I get you?"

"Ah, two of these." Albel tossed a couple of coins on the counter, gathering two ripe tomatoes from the stand, one for himself, and one for Roan. Couldn't have him starving to death.

"Take'em for free, I insist..." She returned the coins to Albel's hand, brushing her finger intentionally against his, losing herself in his deep golden eyes.

"Well...I have to pay..." He purred. "Maybe we can...work something else out."

"Oh, well, it's a slow day. We can---"

"You there!!!" A seasoned voice shrieked. "You there with the black hair!" Albel sighed, turning to face the old lady now too close for him to smell the foul odor on her breath.

"Yeah, granny?" He was annoyed, the old woman was ruining his chances of getting laid.

"You came here with the blond kid, right?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"He might be in trouble! He's gone after some bandits outside town!!" The old woman was clearly panicking, her breath ragged.

"He did what!? Ah, fucking dumbass! Where'd he go?" Albel shuffled his short black locks out of nervous habit. He wanted to say that he was only worried for any reprimand he might receive from the Boss, but he was genuinely worried about what might happen to the kid, no matter how stupid his actions.

"A cave, just outside town. It should be along the river." She calmed down, only slightly.

"Alright, thanks for finding me." Albel turned his attention back to his regretful loss. "We'll have to take a rain check on that payment. See ya later."

Soft purring of running water, the moist and chill air that rose from the river, and the shuffling of various animals that populated the woods, all complimented by the amber glow of the setting sun that turned the forest to fire along Roan's path. His eyes alert to any sudden movements in the woods, as well as to make sure to keep his distance from the stream. The current, while not terribly strong, would easily sweep him along like a floating log. His trail had led him back to the woods from where he came, and he knew the risk. Not only the risk of confronting the bandits, but the added risk of knight's patrolling the woods in search of him and Albel.

Finally, he came upon an uprising of land, mouth open as though in a constant state of hunger. The cave, landmarked by a short haired man with sun dried skin at the lip, relieving himself in the river. "Excuse me!" Roan announced.

With bored eyes, the bandit turned his attention to Roan. Roan was beginning to wonder if it was just normal for men to be unashamed of their nudity. He was starting to think he was the weird one, for possessing modesty. "Yeah, what is it pretty boy?"

"Are you the bandit that's been pillaging caravans?"

The bored frown on his face twisted to an amused smile. Having finally finished urinating, the man pulled up his torn britches. "Maybe."

"Then you will return everything you have stolen!" He pointed an accusing finger.

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

The bandit drew his dagger, Roan's hand now on the grip of his own. Creeping forward, an intimidatingly slow pace, Roan was ashamed when his body began to tremble, and beg for him to retreat. He stood his ground.

"Hey, boys!"

Roan's eyes drifted back to the mouth of the cave, where four similiar men emerged, at least two of which over twice Roan's size. "Yeah, what is it?" The biggest one grumbled, his voice matching his size.

"This guy thinks we should give back the stuff we stole. Whadda you guys think?"

"You kiddin me? Just dump him in the river."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." The bandit lunged forward, dagger braced. Roan drew his own, and parried. He recalled the move Albel employed on Marianne the previous night. Using the stun of the parry to his advantage, he used his free hand and gripped the back of the bandit's shaggy hair, and kicked his feet off the ground, sending the bandit plummeting to earth.

"Whoah, kid's got some moves!" One of the bandit's bemused. Filled with confidence, puffing his flat chest out in victory, Roan prepared for his next attacker. He didn't expect them all to attack at once.

He was disarmed easily, and the four men easily hoisted his body off the ground.

"L-Let me go!!!" Roan struggled with futile gain, frightened eyes falling upon the destination the bandits were carrying him: the river. "No, no please! Not water! Please, please not---" He was already floundering through the air, body limp like a rag doll before he fell into the water. And fear overtook him.

The current pulled his body along, weakly trying to keep his head above water, but shock was quicly paralyzing him, and he fell under the water. Roan held his breath, all he could do at this point, and waited to pass out so he could die asleep. The lack of oxygen caused light to fill his eyes, his body growing heavy, but his limbs feeling light. The light spread, and spread, until he could no longer see the dirty brown of the water. He wondered if he was crying, though being in the water, he couldn't really tell. It scarcely mattered, his body went limp, and his mind went blank.

Then there was warmth. A gentle warmth that raked over his body, but was in a desperate fight with the cold wind raking over him. He was cold, and he turned closer to the heat source. Roan was no longer sure of what was going on, only the warmth was so comforting. The wind was so cold against his bare skin. Bare skin?

Green eyes snapped open, his slender body lurching up. He wasn't dead, always a good first sign. But he was naked. He was wet, and naked, and a fire was roaring in front of him. Roan covered his nether regions, still disoriented by what was going on as his eyes searched for anything familiar.

"Yo, you finally woke up." Roan turned to the voice. Albel, just as naked as he was, though his relaxed pose seemed to indicate he was perfectly fine with it.

"W-Why am I naked!? And why are you naked? Y-You didn't---"

"Well, I found you washed up on the bank of the river, and you were just so cute passed out. So, I ripped your clothes off, fucked the shit out of you for a good while, then violated you in other unspeakable ways. I'm frankly surprised you can move, I did some really messed up shit to you." Albel mused, a playful smile on his face.

"Stop joking around, be serious."

"I found you sinking in the river, dived in and pulled you out. Started this fire, and took our clothes off so they could dry. That's all. Promise."

"T-Thank you..." Roan blushed. He felt bad for jumping to the conclusion he had.

"I wouldn't trust me either. But, seriously. You were pretty athletic when you were escaping the castle, and the current in that river wasn't that strong. I had no problem pulling you out. Why didn't you just swim away?" Roan's eyes cast downward, avoiding Albel's nudity, which was as tantalizing as before, and because he was ashamed.

"I'm...I'm scared of water."

"Scared of water?"

"Yes...yeah...I always have been. I don't know why, but when I see a large body of water, I get really scared....so I don't know how to swim, obviously. That's weird, isn't it."

"Meh, everybody's got their little ticks. I'm nineteen years old and can't stand spiders."

"Really?" Roan chuckled, momentarily forgetting his own sad state.

"Yup, I scream like a little girl when I see'em. And don't laugh at me, asshole. I don't laugh at your fear of water!"

"Sorry."

"I'm teasing you, relax a little. I laugh at my fear all the time." Albel scooted closer, a motion lost on Roan. "By the way, good job."

"On what?"

"You're starting to sound a little more common, and less like some noble. Still a little awkward sounding though."

"T-Thanks..." Roan glanced downward, a sad shade in his bright eyes. "I did something stupid, didn't I?"

Albel moved closer. "Did what?"

"Coming to confront those bandits. I just...I wanted to help the people of that village. I didn't even think..."

"Oh that. Yeah, that was pretty dumb." Another motion to get closer, Roan still having not realized. "But, I don't know many people, especially nobles, who would risk their life to help a few villagers. You did good, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. So..." Albel was now upon Roan, their bodies close to touching. "Tell me something, why did you leave the castle?"

Green eyes fell upon Albel, now aware of his closeness, but seeming unfazed all the same. "I can't say..." He murmured.

"Can't? Or won't."

"Can't. I left the castle on a suspicion, but I haven't confirmed it. And, I don't want to make an accusation until I know for sure. So, I'm heading to Rafflesia's sister kingdom Reinas, to...to get some answers. I'll tell you then..." Roan cuddled himself to a ball, Roan clung to himself for comfort and warmth.

"Fair enough, I guess. You cold?"

"A little..."

"Come here then..." Before Roan could voice objection, Albel's strong body wrapped tightly around him. "Damn, you're so fucking soft..."

"W-What're you doing?"

"Old trick for stayin' warm. You press two naked bodies together, really tight. You feel warmer, right?"

"A-A little, but this is uncomfortable, y-you're naked...and I...um.."

"You're so cute, flustered."

"S-Stop it...Let me go."

Albel grinned. "Just relax, besides we're only here until the clothes dry and then we really need to go. I want to get to Medea before tomorrow afternoon."

"Fine." Roan unconsciously allowed his body to spoon into Albel's, the corded muscles rubbing against his own flat belly. His limber legs wrapped around Albel's waist, the cold nip of the wind warded away by Albel's body. "It...It is warm..."

"We could be even warmer."

"How?"

A mischievous grin slid across Albel's boyish features. He had missed his chance with the beautiful vegetable seller in Petal. Maybe he could salvage it in the form of a little blond prince. "Well...you see..." He innocently pressed his lips to the nape of Roan's neck, kissing a hot trail up to his ear where his teeth made a gentle nip. No complaint, only a shudder rolling down Roan's spine. "Sex...tends to generate a lot of heat."

"W-What!? No, Albel!"

"C'mon, what're you? Seventeen? Don't be such a kid..." Albel traced the clamshell rim of Roan's ear with his tongue. "I won't penetrate or anything. Just...make you feel real good. Besides, I don't have any oil, and despite the horny bastard that I am, I don't want to tear you. So..." His large hand traveled down Roan's body, his hot breath raking across the flushed skin. He found the jerking erection between Roan's thighs. "You're so hard." Limber fingers wrapped around the heated organ.

"B-Because of...of your touches..." Shuddering, Roan buried his face into Albel's chest, to hide his shame. "They...feel good..."

"I know." Confident bastard as always. Pumping Roan's throbbing length, Albel kissed Roan's forehead, his free hand pushing Roan's head off his chest to flutter soft kisses along his slender neck. Roan's legs became tighter around his waist. Albel smeared the pre-ejaculate along the head of Roan's red-faced erection, a soft mewl escaping the boy's plush lips.

"You're getting into this."

"F-Feels good." Roan couldn't say if it was the near-death experience he'd faced, or the sheer beauty of the ebony haired man holding him in his arms, but Roan's couldn't deny Albel. Nor did he want to.

"So honest too..." Albel's erection now pushed against Roan's supple bottom, fitting perfectly between the creamy globes of Roan's ass. How he wanted to pin the boy down and fuck his hole until it tore in two, but he would hold himself off. Just remain content to listen to the little cries that Roan's gave him with every pump of his hand.

Hazy green met with lusty golden. Albel dipped down, taking Roan's lower lip between his teeth and nibbling softly, another soft moan coming from his mouth. The pink muscle of his tongue glided across Roan's soft lips, asking for entry. They parted. Albel delved his tongue inside, exploring the hot cavern, his tongue pushing to the roof of his mouth, slithering to every nook and cranny, before finally coaxing Roan's sleeping muscle to play. The blond scored Albel's chest with his finger nails, gripping half fists as he tried to deepen the kiss, Albel's hand tightening it's squeeze on Roan's erection. Their tongues played like happy children, Roan's tongue the more inexperienced, followed in step with Albel's actions.

Heat welled in Roan's chest, Albel's tight hand pumping furiously. Their kiss broke, saliva spilling down Roan's chin. He threw his head back, droplets of sweat and water sparkling in the voyeuristic moonlight, thick spurts of semen erupting from deep within Roan, splashing against his and Albel's belly's. In the afterglow of his orgasm, Albel watching on with lidded eyes, he could only think how beautiful Roan appeared to be. It would be easy for a person to fall for the boy, all the easier seeing him in his most beautiful moment.

Roan collapsed, panting against Albel's chest, the older man's erection throbbing under him.

"How was it?" He asked, placing another kiss on Roan's temple.

"G-Good. Can't believe I just...I just let you do that...but..."

"Heh...Wanna help me with mine?"

"W-What?"

"I helped you with yours...so it's only fair..." Albel lifted Roan off of him, sitting him down and stroking his own hardened length for the widened green eyes.

"W-Well...what would I even do...I mean...uh..." His face was flush again, trying to look away from the angry erection.

"You could blow it."

"Blow it?"

"Yeah, blow. Like suck it."

"W-With my...mouth?" Roan's eyes widened, amusing Albel, as though the boy had never heard of a blowjob before. Scarily enough, he might actually have never heard of one.

"Yeah." To sell his point, almost feeling bad for using Roan in such a way, he brushed a few blond strands of hair from Roan's face, stroking the boy's face affectionately. "I'll guide you through it." His hand moved to the back of Roan's head, pulling his unresistant head closer to his cock. "It's not that hard...well...I mean, it's hard...but...ah you get what I'm saying."

"I, um...I don't know if I want to do this." Roan's eyes scanned the cock before him, intimidated by it's large size, unsure if it would even fit in his mouth. The pearly liquid gathered at the tip begged to be licked off, Roan's tongue trying to breach the gate of his lips to do so. Shaking, cooing as Albel's fingers stroked his hair, he let his tongue slip out, and gather the pre-ejaculate from the tip of his cock, and pull it back to his mouth. Salty, thin texture as the warm fluid spilled down Roan's throat, making his mouth water with desire. Parting his lips, he took the monstrous organ into his mouth, bit by bit, falling just short of the head.

"Good, good, your mouth is pretty warm." Albel pet him affectionately. "Now, flick your tongue across the head, and pay attention to the underside."

Albel wasn't sure why Roan insisted on looking up at him, but those big green eyes swimming with desire, looking up toward him, all the while the cock in his mouth, made the blow hotter. The boy's tongue lashed across the head, a soft moan earned from Albel. Another flick, his tongue pressing to the underside and grinding it. Albel let out a sharp moan, throwing his head back. It was almost too good for his first time.

"T-Take more in..." Albel breathed. "And use the back of your throat to suck around it, kinda like you're drinking something.

Still looking up at him, Roan inched more of the cock into his mouth, the poor boy only able to fit half of it in, and his mouth was already stretching. He convulsed the back of his throat, constricting the muscles around the head. The moans Roan were earning encouraged him, the deep voiced moans of Albel's voice, pleased by Roan's actions.

His golden eyes casting down to Roan, who'd started to bob his head up and down what he could fit in his mouth, flicking his tongue, and sucking every inch of what he could get, and the rest was left dutifully to his hand. His other hand, curious, stroked the inside of Albel's hard muscled thigh. The Prince of a whole damn kingdom was servicing him. And doing a pretty damn good job at that.

"I-I'm gonna come, Roan. Pull off."

Roan didn't pull away, only hastened his efforts. Albel grinned, he was already liking the boy a little bit more. He gripped the blond roots, held the boy still, and came in thick creamy ribbons, splashing down Roan's throat and filling his small mouth.

"Fuuuuuuck...." It was becoming a chore to even hold himself up, Albel panting and releasing a few moans. He watched in awe, as Roan's adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the hefty load he'd been give. The Prince of Rafflesia liked to eat cum.

Pulling off Albel's limped member, he climbed into older man's lap, his arms wrapped around Albel's taut belly, still blushing as hard as he had been when it had started. "W-What's next?"

"Next?" Albel kissed Roan along the jaw line, nips and kisses until he reached Roan's lips where he whispered, "Next I would fuck you, put my cock in your ass and have you clawing my back, begging for more even though you can't take it." A chaste kiss on Roan's pouty lips. "But, like I said before, no oil. So, I'll just be content with that awesome blowjob you just gave me."

"Do we need oil?" He wanted it bad, an amusing thought to Albel. The little virgin prince, so supple and creamy, wanted him. He loved he had that effect on people.

"Yeah, you see.." Albel ran his hand down the spine of Roan's back, reaching his ass and pushing a dry finger inside. Roan hissed. "Rough, isn't it?" The finger was plucked away. "Imagine if that wasn't my finger, but my dick. It'd tear you." Roan was still pouting. Albel kissed it away, bruising the boy's lips with a hard kiss, their tongues tangling in heated battle on the inside of Roan's mouth. Sweet, Albel didn't note it the first time, but the boy's mouth was sweet. Not sickeningly sweet like sugar, but a pleasant sweetness, like fresh fruit.

"Come on." Albel hated himself for putting the boy off his lap. He'd never really hated himself so much for missing a chance to get laid, but with Roan it was different. And the image of the boy coming was forever glued in his mind. So beautiful. No woman, or man, had ever taken his breath away like that. Like beautiful artwork, that needed to be cherished. "Our clothes are dry. We should get going."

"O-Okay..." Roan brushed his blond bags and tucked them behind his ear. He watched Albel get dressed, heat still coursing through his body. A pang shot through his heart, he wondered why he was suddenly afraid that after he got to Reinas, that he'd never see Albel again. He shook the thought from his mind. What had just happened likely meant nothing to Albel, so Roan wouldn't hurt himself by thinking it had.

Yet, the thought lingered.

TBC

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This was supposed to be up sooner. But, I kept coming up short on writers block (I couldn't find an excuse for Albel to go look for Roan!) I eventually just decided the old lady Roan meets would be the best way. Thanks for the response, and the hits, rating, and especially the reviews. It makes me happy. Anyways, later.