Prince Samuel Fontaine deWeath awoke in a soft, comfortable feather bed, his bruised body caressed in luxury. He hadn't felt this contented and at ease since he'd been a boy in his father's castle, free to run in the sun and climb in the trees. He took a deep breath and released it, a smile creasing his bruised features.
Moonlight pouring into the open window lit Gordie's blond hair and fair skin like white satin and Sam couldn't help but smile as he ran his fingertips over his soft cheeks and even softer lips. Sir Gordon Michael Thewlis was curled alongside him, his skin pressed against Sam's, his hand over Sam's heart. When they had arrived at the castle, Gordie wouldn't let him go. They held hands as Sam entered and was welcomed by the king and queen.
His father, King Peter, who had recently arrived, had other ideas. The guards quickly ushered him up to the suite of rooms and tried to have Gordie removed. The handsome, short, blond man would have nothing of it. He told everyone who was near and wanted to listen that he was not going to leave Sam's side, no matter what. He didn't even budge when Velvet came in, but she did not ask him to. She wanted to let him know that she was all right and that they would talk later. She gave him a warm kiss and pressed her lips to Sam's mouth, whispering a welcome to the family.
It was well after midnight and despite the days of torture he had endured, he was well-refreshed after the few hours of rest and sleep he'd gotten. What woke him up was Gordie's rock-hard penis poking his thigh.
"Gordie." He grimaced in pain as he turned onto his side, still gently touching his face. Gordie's eyes slowly opened, his face blooming into a heartwarming smile. "Hi."
Gordie didn't want to talk. He carefully moved up and placed a long kiss on Sam's lips, sighing in happiness as his tongue wrapped warmly around his. He felt Sam's body respond as he moved his fingers over his stomach and lightly grasped his cock. "Feels like you're feeling better."
"Much." Sam whispered, running his fingers through Gordie's hair and pulling his down for another kiss. "Make love to me."
"I don't want to hurt you, Sam."
Their eyes met and Sam smiled through his tears. "I know, love. You won't."
Gordie didn't waste any time. After kissing Sam's generous mouth again, he moved down to pay some attention to his tight nipples. Sam groaned softly and Gordie ran his teeth over them, rubbing through the fur. He continued his journey downward, over the flat planes of Sam's stomach, following the silky path of hair that led to his rock-hard penis. He gazed at it for a moment, using his fingertips to trace the heated flesh before following with his mouth.
"Oh, Gord!" Sam wanted to scream at the sensation of his lover's mouth on his rod. He felt as if he had died and gone to heaven as Gordie's tongue swirled around the head, scraping against the sensitive underside and sending electric bolts through his body. His fingers couldn't help but find Gordie's soft blond hair and wrap in it as Gordie's mouth teased and taunted, then finally engulfed him.
Gordie pressed Sam down his throat until his pubes tickled his nose and pulled back, repeating the actions as slowly as possible. He wanted this to be good for Sam. He wanted to taste Sam's sweet cum and hear him cry out in pleasure. He wanted Sam to forget.
He was surprised when Sam stopped him. "Oh, baby. It's too good. You're going to make me cum."
"That's what I want."
Sam laid his head back down and gasped as Gordie again took his penis deep into his throat and groaned deeply when his fingers lifted his heavy balls and tugged slightly. "Oh, baby!" His body felt like it was on fire, his skin tingling in anticipation. "Don't stop. Oh, yes! Just like that!" The breath caught in his throat as Gordie deep-throated him over and over, faster and faster, bringing him just to the edge and stopping. "Oh, Gordie! Don't stop! Please!"
Gordie did it a few more times, denying him just as he was ready. He didn't recognize the words flowing from Sam's mouth because he was whimpering and moaning them, but he knew that his lover was ready. Once again, he pulled Sam's engorged cock deeply into his throat and used his swallowing muscles to stroke him.
He had never felt anything like it. Sam shouted as he exploded in Gordie's throat, feeling his muscles milking yet another and another ejaculation out of his tight balls to slide into the seneschal's belly. Exhaustion overtook him for a moment and he closed his eyes, reveling in the beautiful feelings of pleasure that curled his toes and the love that saturated his soul. He opened his eyes to see Gordie looking down at him, smoothing the hair out of his face and he pulled him down for a kiss, whispering, "Fuck me."
Gordie turned around and offered his prick to Sam for lubing while he reached between Sam's legs and slid his fingers down the sweaty crease. He groaned as Sam began to suck on him and he stuck a finger into Sam's tight hole. Sam's moan hummed down the length of his dick and down his spine, drawing one of his own. Quickly, he added a second and third finger, making Sam's body arch in response. Sam moaned again and Gordie decided that it was time.
He turned and moved down Sam's body, pushing his legs back and positioning his head at his primed entrance. Sam grunted as the fat head pressed, then popped past his anal ring and gasped as Gordie's thick shaft plunged into him. Just that realization was enough to bring his limp cock back to life and he reached down to stroke himself, only to have Gordie smack his hand away.
"That's mine."
Gordie began to move slowly at first, gritting his teeth at the sensations, trying to make himself last, but he knew that it wasn't going to work. He was loving the feeling of being inside Sam, knowing that the ecstasy he saw written on Sam's face was because of him. He parted Sam's legs and bent forward to lock lips with him, stroking Sam's dick as his penis stroked his asshole.
"Oh, yeah." Sam whispered against his mouth. "Fuck me, baby. Make me yours."
