A Prince's Pride

*Milo*

It’s been a week since Aaron came to my house and I can’t stop thinking about it. Mostly because that’s the last time Aaron and I had enough privacy to do anything. 

Aaron had confided in me that he chose Corriane to annoy his father. He had no intention of courting her or truly even befriending her, and had expected his father to resist him choosing Corriane and he would pretend to fight to draw out the whole process.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, the King decided that, if Aaron wanted Corriane as his queen, they’d just have to roll with it. Especially when he discovered that Lady Corriane’s family owns and operates the largest chains of inns in the country. 

Corianne's attitude towards Aaron baffles me quite as much as Aaron's choice of Corianne baffles the King. If she wasn't accepting all of Aaron's dates and attending dinners with the Royal Family, I'd almost say she doesn't even want to be with him. 

She doesn’t act like a lady of the court would be expected to. Corianne showed up to The Slanting Sailor, the most popular—and most expensive—seafood restaurant in Crown City dressed, not in an elegant gown as one would expect, but in a pair of pants and a shirt riddled with holes, her hair tousled and greasy. 

This didn't deter Aaron from acting his part of an enamored prince, however. Every time she ate with her hands, belched in his face, or picked her teeth with her nails, he just smiled blandly and kept on going with whatever he was doing. 

Today, Prince Aaron, Lady Corianne, Sir Oswald, and I are making our way to a spot in the Crown Wood where I will serve them as they have a romantic picnic. Aaron isn't happy, but I'm sure I'm the only person who can tell. I'm not particularly happy, as we were going to do the same the other day with Riley in place of Corianne. 

"I think this is the perfect spot, Milo," says Corianne. 

And she's right. Aaron and I try to come out to the Crown Wood every so often so we can be free to act however we want without being surrounded by people. This particular spot overlooks the valley between the Crown Wood and Crown City. The towering spires of the Grand Palace are the only parts of the city higher elevated than where we sit. 

I don't want them to have a romantic picnic here. This is mine and Aaron's spot. 

Corianne, for her part, does not treat me like a lowly servant. When I dismount my horse, she's meant to wait for me or Sir Oswald to assist her, but she doesn't. She dismounts, sliding from the back of her horse and landing hard on her feet. She's wearing boots, pants, and a simple button down shirt. 

Aaron doesn't need my help climbing from a horse, but I'm happy he grabs my hand and lets me help him down. He looks into my eyes, conveying our shared wish that he and I were here alone. Or, as alone as the Crown Prince of Midoor is allowed to be. 

When Aaron and I walk around his horse, which Sir Oswald comes to wrangle together with the others, we see that Corianne is already throwing the blanket out on the ground and, as we continue to watch, she smooths it down and pulls the basket to her. 

"Well, don't just stand there," she says. "Sit."

Aaron sits down beside her, but she's still looking at me. 

"I'm sorry, my lady," I say with a small incline of my head, "would you like me to start serving you?"

"Oh, no, Milo. Why don't you join us?"

"He's my servant," says Aaron. "He should be serving us."

"Nonsense," says Corianne and she waves at me to sit. When I hesitate, she waves more insistently until I join them. "Honestly, Your Highness," she says, pulling out three plates and one of the bottles of wine, "you work Milo too hard. He could use a break. It is my desire for him to join us. Do you object?"

It's true that Aaron has been a bit harsher on me than normal, but he's been treating me more the way a prince should treat his servant. At least, in the presence of Corianne. She's often requested I be given extra time off because of it, which is part of the reason Aaron and I haven't been alone in days. 

But I can't tell her I want to work more. I get paid the same amount regardless of how many times I dress Aaron. I can't tell her I'd rather be giving him a bath than anywhere else in the world. 

"Thank you, my lady," I say, taking the plate she's made me with pieces of meat and cheese from the palace kitchens. I glance at Oswald, but I know Corianne won't invite him to join us. He wouldn't even if she did; he takes his job too seriously. 

Corianne hands a cup of wine to me and Aaron each, raises her own, then says, "A toast. To new beginnings," she nods her head at Aaron, then adds, "and to the best damn servant in all of Midoor,” nodding her head at me next and we all drink. 

The picnic goes off without a hitch, though it's weird to be joining them. I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I know I have nothing to fear from Corianne. Aaron loves me. But she's just so damned nice. It'd be so much easier to dislike her if she were horrible. But I have to admit that if Aaron had to marry a woman, Corianne would be a good choice. 

By the time the food is gone, I've had to endure Aaron's fake flirting with Corianne for nearly two hours. He’s playing his part well, basically ignoring me and pretending to favor Corianne’s company, but she keeps bringing me in on their conversations.

"If you'll excuse me, Prince Aaron and Lady Corianne," I say after a while, "I must relieve myself. Too much wine."

"I'll accompany you," says Aaron, almost at once. 

If Corianne thinks it's odd that he's coming, she doesn't show it. She's picking up rocks and throwing them into the valley. 

We retreat into the woods until Corianne can't see us. Before I realize what's happening, Aaron shoves me up against a tree and smashes his lips into mine. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around him. His hand wraps around my head and he pulls me in closer to him as if he hopes to phase right through me. 

"I've been wanting to do that all week," he says when we break apart.

"Me too," I admit. "But I really do have to piss."

He smiles and nods. We break apart long enough to relieve ourselves before he turns to me, a lustful look in his eye. 

"We can't, Your Highness." Aaron rolls his eyes and the corner of my mouth gives an involuntary twitch. 

"I know," he says, placing his hand on the side of my head. He strokes my cheek a couple times with his thumb before kissing me again and leading the way back to Corianne, who has cleared up the picnic site in our absence. 

She's standing on the hill, gazing at Crown City through the space in the trees. The blanket is gone, the basket strapped to the back of my horse. Now that we're back with her, Aaron has to act like I'm just a servant again and leaves me beside my horse to stand next to Corianne. 

"The view is beautiful," says Aaron, looking at the castle too. 

"Yes," says Corianne, "the view of the palace from here is amazing." 

She turns to him. He turns to her. Sunlight filters through the trees, golden rods of light cascading around them. A breeze dances through the clearing, lifting Corianne's red hair and causes it to flutter around her face.

I feel a tightness in my stomach. This is the moment Aaron should kiss Corianne. They both stand, still and silent for several moments. Aaron leans in, and the tightness in my stomach twists. Corianne sneezes, and the romantic spell vanishes. She sneezes again. 

"Oh, my apologies, Your Highness," she says, sounding more like a lady of the court than she ever has. "Allergies," she adds by way of an explanation. "Well, let's be off."

Corianne strides away from Aaron and climbs onto her horse. She barely glances back at us as she sets off at a trot. 

*Aaron*

As we ride back toward the castle, I can't help but examine the happenings with Corianne. I didn't want to kiss her, but standing in that clearing with the sunlight and the wind, it felt perfect. If it were Milo, I wouldn't have hesitated. 

I glance at Milo and see a satisfied smirk on his face. I'm equally relieved to have not had to kiss Corianne, but I can't help thinking about how fake it seemed to me. Does she not want to kiss me?

I'm just going to have to try again. If she's not into me either, maybe I can use it to my advantage.

*Milo*

I'm so happy. I'm having trouble keeping the smile off my face, even as we arrive at the castle gates and Sir Oswald offers to escort Corianne home while the castle guards take over watch of the Prince. 

I'm still smiling as we make our way up to Aaron's chambers, where he starts to strip his dusty, sweaty clothes. 

"That was a nice picnic," I say. He nods almost absentmindedly, looking pensive. "What's wrong?" 

"I'm just thinking of Corianne," he says, his attention snapping onto me as if he just noticed I was there. "Not like that," he adds when my face falls. 

"Were you really going to kiss her?" I ask. 

"I mean…" he trails off, looking embarrassed. "I didn't want to," he adds a moment later. "I love you, Milo." He takes a step toward me, and I take a step back automatically. I know I shouldn't be angry, but I can't help it. 

"It's still daytime," I say to explain why I stepped away from him. He nods, seemingly buying it. 

I'm relieved of my duties that night when the Royal Family dines. I can't see the castle from my apartment, but I've been sitting and staring at the wall in the direction I know the castle to be for I don't know how long. I can't stop thinking about Aaron and Corianne. I know he loves me. I know it, but I don't know how much longer his father will be patient. What if he figures out a way to force Aaron to marry her?

A knock sounds at my door, startling me. I'm not expecting anyone. I jump to my feet, worried at first, my days living in the Lower Ring where people would rob you at your front door come flooding back. I open it cautiously. 

It's a vagrant, a dirty and probably homeless man. They usually go door-to-door knocking for spare change. I can't see his face because he's wearing a hood.

"Wait here, and I'll get you a few coins," I tell him. 

"I appreciate your kindness, but I have plenty of money," says the man, pulling down his hood. 

It's Aaron. 

I feel a smile break across my face as he steps inside and closes the door behind him. 

"What're you doing here?!" I ask. 

"I don't want there to be any doubt in your mind that you're the one I want."

"So you snuck down here with Sir Oswald?"

"Actually, I'm alone," he says, then chuckles when my mouth falls open in surprise. 

He pulls off his cloak, walks up to me, wraps his arms around me, and kisses me. I pull him into me and in this instance, with it being just us two, all of my worries about Corianne disappear. 

We move backwards and he pushes me up against the wall. His tongue slides into my awaiting mouth, dancing with my own. He pulls back and stares into my eyes. It's been a week since we've been this alone and I can tell Aaron wants to make every second count. 

"I love you more than anything," he says. 

"I don't want you to kiss her," I say. I know it’s dumb to bring up Corianne during the first moments of real privacy we’ve had in a long time, but I can’t help it. 

"I won't. I swear it to you. I'll never kiss anyone but you. I was worried about my father. About his plans for me."

"What're we going to do?" 

"Right now? You're going to fuck my brains out. We can talk about Corianne later."

He kisses me again, several quick pecks on my lips that soon travel across my jaw and down my neck. I groan as he presses into me harder, but I don't want him in control, so I grapple him, turn him around, and return the favor, pushing him against the wall and kissing the exact spots he kissed on me. 

I take my tongue and run it across his collarbone, making him moan in his closed mouth. That sound sends a shiver of pleasure down my neck. I pull back, grip the hem of his shirt and pull it off his body. I smile appreciatively as he flexes his body, his abs prominent in the light of my apartment. 

I pull off my shirt too, and he drops to his knees, looking up at me. I love him in this position. I run my fingers through his hair, gripping a fistful. He grips the waistband of my pants and underwear at the same time and pulls them both down, freeing my hard cock, causing it to bounce in front of me. 

He looks at it like he's a starving man looking at a thick sausage and he devours it with the same vigor, swallowing it down to the base. One of his hands cups my balls, giving them a squeeze. I groan as he swallows me down again, then pulls his hand up over my cock before sliding it down to the base, followed by his mouth. 

I begin thrusting almost instinctually, my cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He pulls me out of him, then sucks one of my balls into his mouth, soon followed by the other, his hand still working my cock. I push him off of me and, unable to form a word, point at my bedroom door. He gets the message. 

Aaron stands and pulls his pants down, letting his cock free. I follow him into my room and push him down on the bed, facing toward me. Kneeling between his legs, I lick his cock, collecting the precum from the slit, then lick the underside, smearing the precum along it. It aids my lips as they slide down his cock and I swallow the head into my throat. 

I look up into his eyes as I work his meat with my mouth and I can see in his eyes that he's missed this as much as I have. I try to spend as much time on his cock as he spent on mine, but the temptation of his hole so close is too much for me to resist. I scoop my hands up under his knees and push them up. He obliges, replacing my hands with his and pulling back, exposing his hole. 

I dive in, my tongue flitting across the skin in circular motions. 

"Oh, fuck," he groans as my tongue penetrates his hole. It tastes so fucking good, I could eat him forever and he seems content to let me. As I work his hole, I can feel the shudders of pleasure radiate through his body. I can see his face, his eyes drooping, his mouth hanging slightly open, panting with every swipe of my tongue. 

I speed up my licking, swirling faster and faster, then plunge my tongue back into his hole. He bites his lip and groans. 

"I want to ride your cock," he says, out of breath. My cock jumps, excited at the thought. 

I climb past him on the bed and he reaches into my bedside table, grabbing the bottle of lube. He squirts some into his hand and lubes my cock. I don't want him to wait and he doesn't. He takes one second to wet his hole, then slowly slides onto me. 

It's been a week, so I know he needs to adjust. I lovingly rub his stomach, both to comfort him, and because I love his abs. He keeps them flexed as I rub them, even while he adjusts to my cock. 

He starts to lift himself, and a wave of pleasure builds as my tip reaches his hole, then crashes down upon me as he slides down on it. He starts to fuck the air, my cock sliding through him with ease. His cock bounces as he works, slapping against his abs with each thrust. I watch as his precum sticks to his stomach, and a small string of it stays attached, never breaking as it bounces repeatedly against him. 

He's moaning softly in times with my panting. We're both in blissful heaven, staring into each other's eyes. 

"I love you," he says to me. I try to repeat it, but it comes out in a garbled groan when he clenches his ass the next time he comes up. He smiles, knowing what he did as he comes back down. I smile back mischievously, sit up, wrap my arms around him, and flip him over on his back. I pull his legs up, pulling them apart to expose himself to me.

I start pounding his ass, our skin slapping together more noisily than we've ever been able to allow in the castle. One of my hands wraps around his throat. He gasps in a breath of air and his eyes roll into his head. I revel in the sound of my balls slapping against his ass. 

"Take that fucking dick, Your Highness," I say, laying into him. 

"Fuck me," he gasps, "fuck my hole!" I move my hand from his throat to the back of his neck. I kiss him deeply, and bite his lip when we pull apart.

"I'm cumming," he says suddenly, even though we haven't touched his cock. He seems too surprised to do anything as his eyes roll in the back of his head. 

When he cums, shooting several ropes of cum over his abdomen, his ass convulses on my cock as I fuck him, pushing me over the edge. I thrust into him, and feel my cock swell as my orgasm builds and I shoot the largest load I've ever shot in my life deep inside him. 

I don't stop fucking him, his eyes rolled back in his head, panting in epitomized estasy until my dick is too soft to do its job anymore. I sit back and admire him, his chest and abs covered in cum, his hole leaking my seed. 

Aaron, still panting, looks at me. 

"Holy fuck," I say, looking at him. 

"I'm a mess," he says, running a finger through the cum on his stomach. He brings it up to his mouth and sucks it clean. I crawl toward him and lick up his cum, swallowing the salty deliciousness, then kiss him, giving him a taste. 

He pulls me onto his chest. I don't want this moment to end, but I know it has to. 

"You should probably get up to the palace," I say. 

"Not tonight," he says breathily. "Riley is going to make excuses for my absence, if my absence is discovered. I'm staying the night."

I look up at him, beaming. 

As we get ready for bed that night, I feel like we're just another couple. I fall asleep in his arms without a care in the world. 

The next morning, we're awakened by a klaxon blaring through the streets.

Crown City is in a state of emergency.