A Prince's Pride

*One Year Ago*

*Milo*

I’m starting to get worried. Prince Aaron told me to meet him here at this time, but I haven’t seen him yet. I’ve been here for nearly two hours, sitting under the dome in the gardens that’s now covered in rose bushes. We’ve decided to make this our spot as it’s impossible to sneak up on us here. There’s only once entrance into the dome and the rose bushes that grow over it make us invisible to anyone looking down from the palace.

Time passes as I walk circles around the dome. I find a caterpillar laying on a leaf of one of the rose bushes, eating away slowly. Sometimes I wish I were an animal or a bug. Being able to just lay around, eat whatever you want, do whatever you want. No responsibilities.

“Milo,” says Aaron, finally entering the dome. He walks right up to me, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me. Ever since we started sneaking around, I get this strange feeling in my chest. A kind of happiness mixed with anxiety. I know it’s because I’m worried we’ll be found out.

“You’re rambunctious today,” I say when we break apart.

“‘Rambunctious?’” he echoes. “You’ve never used that word before.”

“Well, I am a servant of a royal now, so I figure I should be using more…”

“Eloquence?” he supplies. I smile. I love when he talks all fancy.

“What kept you?” I ask.

“My father brought nearly a dozen girls to try and win my heart. Hey,” he adds when my face grows sour, “you don’t have to worry about it. I’m not going to marry any of them.”

“Your father could force you, you know.”

“I’d like to see him try. I’m not sure if you noticed this, but I’m kind of stubborn.”

“Funnily enough, I’d picked up on it, actually.”

“And here I thought I was doing such a great job at hiding it.” He gives me a coy smile before our lips meet again. I’m so hungry for his love, I try to give myself over to him completely, but my heart’s not really in it. His hands explore my body as we kiss, hot and heavy, our tongues dancing with one another’s. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, breaking away from me. 

“I’m just worried. What if this is all we’re able to do? Sneak around and trade stolen kisses?”

“It won’t be, I promise.” I can feel the doubt on my face. “I promise,” he says more forcefully. “One day, I’m going to marry you. There isn’t a power on the face of this earth that could keep me from you.” I smile and he kisses me again. I wish it weren’t daytime. In the dead of night, out here in our secluded spot, I’d bend him over and fuck him until he couldn’t see straight.

Instead, I know we’ll have to contend ourselves with this. 

“Your Highness?” says a voice behind Aaron. He turns and we see Sir Oswald. My heart drops into my stomach. We’ve been caught. Sir Oswald is going to go to the King and tell him what we’re doing. I’m going to be exiled, or worse.

“Oswald, this isn’t what it looks like,” says Aaron. Oswald looks between me and Aaron, his face entirely blank.

“Well, it looks like none of my business,” he says. 

“You’re not going to the King?” I ask, rather boldly if I do say so myself.

“I am sworn to protect the Prince. If he cares for you in this way, and the King does something bad to you because of it, the Prince will be hurt. I won’t let the Prince get hurt, no matter what. I swear it to you both.” He puts his fist over his heart and nods his head at each of us in turn.

“I’m so glad you’re okay with this, Oswald,” says Aaron, looking relieved.

“My sister had a son, he would be about your age,” says Oswald. He pauses for a moment before continuing. “He is gay. Or, he was. When it was discovered by the people in his village, they stoned him to death. There is much hate in this world. I want nothing to do with it. Who you choose to—do whatever it is you guys do—with, is none of my business. Carry on. I will make sure you’re not disturbed.” He walks out of the dome, though I know he’s nearby.

“Having an ally will be great,” says Aaron. I nod, but I still feel worried. Aaron has nothing to fear from the King finding out about us. I have everything to fear. 

“I’m going to keep my promise,” he says a moment later. “One day, you’re going to be my king consort, and we’re going to rule Midoor together.”

*Present Day*

*Milo*

My head is spinning. Aaron is on his knee in front of me, my hand clutched in his, his face and body covered in dirt and blood, though it’s dry now. I have to admit that when I pictured Aaron proposing to me, it wasn’t in the middle of a court session with his sister and mother watching, nor with a whole crowd of people who all seem to be holding their breath, waiting for my answer.

I don’t know what to say. This is all I’ve ever wanted, but I’m wary. How will the crowd react if I say yes? How will Aaron react if I say no? The last time we spoke, he told me I was responsible for his father’s death and now he wants to get married? What a 180.

I’m aware that time is stretching on as I stand here, looking down at Aaron’s eager face. I can’t help but glance around. Riley is beaming, looking at me expectantly. Elaine is looking at me as though trying to figure out if I’m a hyena wearing a person costume. The Crown Guards that came in with Aaron have their backs to us, facing the crowd, as though they think there will be some issue.

The crowd is another story entirely. I’m happy that most of the faces of people look hopeful, as though they’d love nothing more than for me to say yes. Some look shocked, as though they have no idea what’s happening. There are more than I’d like of people whose faces show anger or disgust, but I don’t pay attention to them.

I look back to Aaron. The eagerness in his face has died some, as if he is slightly worried I’ll say no. This is the thing I’ve wanted most since the day I first told Aaron I was in love with him. I knew my answer this whole time and when I open my mouth, it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

“Yes.”

His face lights up as he stands and pulls me into a hug. He smells like sweat and blood, but I don’t care. I hear the cheering of the crowd, Elaine start to cry, and Riley giggle excitedly.

Riley stands from Aaron’s throne and speaks over the crowd’s noise.

“In light of the happy news of my brother’s engagement, I am ending today’s court session early. The King will resume court when he is ready. Please, vacate the throne room in an orderly fashion and spread the news far and wide. The King is to be married!”

The people cheer again, but I don’t miss the looks on the faces of those who clearly oppose our engagement. I hear disjointed words of conversation as people leave.

“Lovely couple…a servant?...disgusting…so cute…vile…a gay king?”

I don’t care about the words of those who disagree with it. Their mutterings are meaningless muffled noise against the shield of our love. When the throne room is clear, Riley walks over and hugs me.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two!” she says.

“No hug for your big brother?” asks Aaron. Riley’s eyes scan him up and down.

“You’re covered in blood and dirt. I’m not ruining my dress because you decided to propose—” her words are cut off when Aaron throws his arms around her. She rolls her eyes but hugs him back. The three of us turn to Elaine.

She’s still on her throne, looking up at her son, tears in her eyes. I can’t tell if they’re happy tears or sad ones.

“Mother?” asks Aaron.

“I just wish your father could have been here to see this.”

*Aaron*

When Milo and I get back to my room, it’s all I can do to not rip his clothes from his body right then and there. Instead, I head into the shower while Milo waits in my room. 

I scrub myself quickly and head out, wearing nothing but a towel around my waist, to find him standing on the balcony, looking at Crown City. I walk out and wrap my arms around him but, rather than relax in my grip, his body stiffens.

“What’s the matter?” I ask. He turns and looks at me.

“So you just want to forget about our fight and move on?” he asks. “Just like that?”

“Milo, I almost died. I was literally hanging by a root, moments from plummeting to my death. I don’t care about the past. You did what you thought was right. It’s not like I made things better. I never even took your thoughts and feelings into consideration. I plunged blindly ahead, believing Corianne.”

“And you were right.”

“But maybe if I’d listened to you, if I’d investigated her more…" I pause, not sure how to phrase it for a moment. "If I didn’t make you feel like you had to sneak around behind my back…” I trail off again, but I know he understands my meaning. “I won’t do that to you ever again. I just want to move forward. And, I want to have sex with my fiance.” 

His eyes light up at the word “fiance” and he pulls me into a kiss.

“I think I can do that,” he says, pushing me backward until I’m up against one of the columns around my four poster bed. 

He kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth, his hands at my waist. I kiss him back, not wanting this moment to end. His mouth leaves mine and finds my neck, kissing and licking the skin there. I feel my cock grow hard, pushing against the fabric of the towel. He moves down my body, kissing my collar bone, then my chest.

His tongue laps at the sensitive skin of my nipple and that sends the rest of the blood to my cock. His hand finds it and he rubs the head through the towel as his teeth clamp down on my nipple. I let out a groan, my hands running through his hair. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, then feel him pull the towel free. His hand grips my cock and he starts to work the shaft.

He moves farther down and I look down to watch him as he admires my abs. He looks up at me as his tongue skates across the muscles, sending shivers over my body. He kisses his way down until he’s on his knees, face level with my cock. I wait in anticipation as he pulls the skin back. My body jerks slightly as he pulls the head into his mouth, then he swallows me into his throat.

As he bobs his head, spasms of pleasure radiate over my body, enhanced by the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the balcony window. He cups my balls in his hand and gives them a slight tug as he works my cock with his mouth. I run a hand through his hair as I look down and watch him work his masterful mouth over me. His eyes meet mine as he lets my cock fall from his mouth and he sucks one of my balls into it.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as his tongue dances across the skin. His hand snakes through my legs and he runs a finger up my ass crack twice before his finger pushes through to my hole. He presses it and it’s like a button made to send a wave of pleasure through me.

I want to return the favor, to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel, so I grab him under the shoulders and pull him up to kiss him. I can taste my precum on his tongue. I break away from him and my body screams in protest, wanting him to keep touching me. It’ll get its wish.

I lay on my bed and put my head over the side, looking at him upside down. He knows what to do. He levels his cock to my mouth and I open. He plunges inside, pushing his cock all the way into my throat until his balls are dangling in front of my face. He doesn’t go slow. He doesn’t need to. He starts fucking my throat, sliding in and out while I collect as much saliva on it as possible. As he does, his hand runs over my abs and I feel my own cock twitch.

To enhance his pleasure, I twist my head back and forth as he slides in and out of my mouth and I hear him groan my name quietly. He pulls out and lays on the bed beside me. I climb on top of him and suck him back into my throat as he spreads my ass cheeks apart. His tongue slides over the skin, igniting my senses as he works his magic on me. I can’t help it when I push back on his face and feel his tongue slide into my hole.

I let his cock fall from my mouth as I sit up straighter, pushing my ass even farther, knowing he won’t mind. He spreads my cheeks farther and pushes his face deeper. As his tongue slides over the skin, my cock starts leaking with precum which drips onto his chest. One of his hands wraps around my body, and runs over the tights muscles of my stomach. I make sure to flex so he can feel them. 

I don’t want him to stop, but he pushes me off him and forward so my face is on the bed, my ass high in the air. My hole is already so slick, he doesn’t need lube when he pushes two fingers inside me. My prostate sings praises as he massages it, sending spasms of icy ecstasy through my body. 

“Oh…Gods…Milo…” I gasp between presses of my prostate, barely able to restrain myself from moaning aloud. He abandons my prostate for now and slides a third finger into. He starts fingering my hole, his hand sliding back and forth, his fist slamming into me. I’m gasping and moaning quietly, putty in his hands. He knows how to manipulate me so artfully.

When his fingers leave me, I want to protest, until I feel the head of his cock at my hole. He slides in and, though it’s been days, my body accepts him as if he belongs there. I look over my shoulder at him and we make eye contact as he starts to fuck me. I don’t know how he manages to hit my prostate with every thrust, but my body loves it. I’m quaking with pleasure as he slides in and out of my hole, pushing my prostate each time.

“Harder,” I gasp. “Faster.”

He obliges, leaning forward and slamming into me with all his might. I know we’re making too much noise, as his balls slap against me as his pelvis slams into my ass, but I don’t care. We’re engaged now and anyone who hears can just fuck off.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and pulls me up so our bodies are flush against one another. He slows his thrusting as our lips meet and his hand rakes over my abdominal muscles. I’m gasping into his mouth as he makes love to me for several minutes, but I want him to fuck me silly. I need him to fuck me silly.

I pull forward, letting his cock fall from my ass and move to the top of the bed. I pull a pillow up under me, raising my ass.

“No more soft and gentle,” I tell him. “I want to see stars.” 

He smiles lustfully as he positions himself between my lifted legs. He grips my ankles, pushes my legs back and thrusts himself inside me. He obeys my order immediately, pounding my ass as he never has before. I can see him, watching his cock slide in and out of me for only a moment before his cock slams into my prostate with unwonted force and I do actually see stars erupt over my vision.

I clench my ass, wanting him to feel as good as he’s making me feel, and he groans as the canal of my asshole tightens on his cock.

“Fuck…me…fuck…me…” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. He fucks me harder and harder, wave after wave of beautiful, ecstatic pleasure crashing over me with every thrust. We were made for each other and I know it every time he’s inside me.

I can’t stand it anymore. I still don’t know how he does this, makes me cum with nothing more than his cock in my ass, but I feel the orgasm build and build, stronger than it ever has before in my life. 

“I’m going to cum!” I say. When I do, I feel as though my entire body is exploding like a firework. My vision blurs, my balls tighten, my ass clenches in uneven rhythms, and my cock shoots more cum than I’ve ever shot before, long ropes of the stuff splattering my abs, stomach, and even landing on my mouth.

I put a hand on Milo’s chest to stop him and he does, then lays back when I push harder. His cock doesn’t leave my ass as I plant my feet and hands on the bed and start thrusting into the air, riding his cock at a blazing gallop. He’s gasping as my hole slides over his cock, our bodies slamming together in a beautiful crash of love.

“Yes…” he gasps, “ride that dick, baby. Oh…fuck, it feels…so good.”

I ride him harder and harder, knowing both of us are in pure, blinding bliss.

“I’m going…to cum,” he gasps. I ride harder, never relenting, and feel when he explodes inside me. His cum slicks his cock even more so I can fuck his cock with my hole faster and harder than before. His body is shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm, his now overly sensitive cock sending waves of almost painful pleasure washing over his body. I don’t stop until I feel his cock soften inside me. 

I lean forward onto him and feel his cock slide from my ass. Our bodies press against one another as I lay on top of him. We’re both breathing heavily, and I kiss him as I never have before. 

Covered in cum and sweat, exhausted, but in the best way possible, I lay on my fiance and feel at peace with the world.