“I- i…” Augustin stopped Edgars attempted to get this idea out of his head, whit a small kiss on the forehead. But a promise is a promise, and the Prince always gets what he wants.

“Just this once iliaktida, if your mouth leaves the word, I’ll stop immediately.”

An unwell almost sick feeling roamed Edgar’s stomach. He never let Augustin top him. His request was that the younger once must be taller than him. What he clearly was now, but Edgar never expected it to happen so quickly or never at all.

Augustin nestled his body closer to Edgars, he could feel the racing heartbeat of the older one. Without further ado the prince grabbed the big hands and lead them towards the castle.

With every step they toke their heartbeats got faster. Edgar nervously thought about every scenario of Augustin taking him, how painful it will be and if he would be able to get home tomorrow. With a sorrow smile about the homeward journey, he squeezed the blonde’s small hand tighter, never wanting to let go. The prince smiled protectively showing him that everything will be fine, not knowing Edgar will be leaving soon.

On their way to the chambers Augustin told a few maids to prepare the bed, towels, and a bit of yogurt. With the last order Edgar started to feel even more nervous, trembling in his, by now way to tight pants.

Edgars eyes were scanning the wooden door, similar to Daphne’s, just more detailed. With his last strength he tried to calm himself and the door swung open. The bed was ready, towels were placed in front of the reddish-brown fireplace. And surprisingly everything was still the same. The big blue bed with gold ornaments. The stone walls that cooled your body down the moment you touched them and the beautiful view over the rose garden.  The only thing that change was that not the small goofball was holding his hand instead it was a grown man with a loving gaze.

Smiling wildly at each other, Augustin closed the door. And like a demon possessed the Prince, his whole-body language changed in mere seconds. He looked at Edgar, caring but hungry. Like a tiger on a hunt, he slowly moved forward. Letting his eyes suck up the view of the man in front.

Licking his lips his first command left them.

“Take of your clothes. Right now.” A raspy wooden voice stormed the ears of Edgar. At that moment, his soul left his body. Now he was sure the young innocent prince was gone, but this right here would give him even more of a kick.

Getting out of his trouser and blouse as fast as possible, and almost forgetting to take of his boots.
The atmosphere got thicker, arousing them to a point beyond understanding. Edgar was never shy in front of Augustin, but standing with his erection, butt naked, felt weirder than imagined.

“On the bed!” was the second command, Edgar followed instantly. Sitting obeying on the bed, with curiousity in his eyes. His throbbing dick started to hurt, but this tortured just begun. Augustin followed each move of his beloved one, and for him keeping calm got harder the more he saw him. But this time it was his turn, and it should last longer than every god could intent.

“You always tell me I shouldn’t run my mouth. So…” Edgar breath stopped when Augustin dropped to his knees. Placing booth delicate hands on his thighs, pushing them open, and blazed his body in between.

“Should we put it to a better use?” Looking up with sparkling eyes and an almost psychotic smile, the prince asked calmly.  The young Earl not being able to understand just hummed in approval as the younger one already lowered his head onto his lap.