A Game of Brothers
The wind blew a gentle breeze through the long silver hair of Prince Zephyr. He stood at the edge of the garden, staring at it and reflecting. Images of his sexual encounter with Kyle flashed before his eyes. He closed his eyes, and as the wind gently wrapped itself around him, he could feel Kyle’s arms around his body, holding him tight.
“Your Royal Highness,” came the grand herald’s voice. Zephyr turned around. “I present to you, Kyle Westbrook and brother.”
Zephyr glared past the grand herald. He gave him a polite head nod. His eyes found Kyle. He looked radiant, dressed in all white. It was, however, the sight of Leighton looming in the background that caused him to smile. Zephyr couldn’t understand why, but something about the man just captured him. Maybe it was the way his clothing clung to his frame or the way his eyes took in the world. Whatever the case, he wanted Leighton.
Zephyr felt the eyes of someone on him from afar. He knew it was his mother, Queen Amara. She was always somewhere lurking in the background of his life. He inhaled and exhaled. He took a step toward the two of them. His feet moved faster than he would have liked.
“You’re here,” he said with a bit of glee in his voice.
“Yes,” Kyle answered. “I’m so excited,” he said as she prepared to bow.
“No formalities with me. Save that for the King and Queen, should they decide to grace us with their presence. I see you brought along your brother,” he said as he made eye contact with Leighton.
Leighton twisted his face, “My dear brother insisted on my being here. I had far better things to do. Not that he cared in the least bit. I’m sure you’d rather I not be here as well.”
His response took Zephyr by surprise. His eyes flickered from Kyle to Leighton and back to Kyle. There was something hidden behind those soft features of Kyle. The man was playing a game, and the prince didn’t like to lose.
“Do not pay my brother any attention,” Kyle began. “Someone dropped him on his head as an infant. Therefore, he has permanent brain damage.”
Kyle chuckled lightly. Leighton frowned at the harmful yet tasteless joke. Zephyr, however, studied them for a moment.
“Right. Of course,” Zephyr responded. He tried to sound assured of himself. His control of the day had been completely rocked. “How about a stroll around the palace grounds?”
“I would like that,” Kyle smiled and took hold of the prince’s arm. “I thought you would be happier that I made him come along,” Kyle whispered. “He is the brother you truly want to fuck after all.”
“You are tempting fate, and I wish not to ever be caught off guard again,” Zephyr whispered back to him.
“Imagine how caught off guard I felt hearing that you want my heterosexual brother more than me.”
The two men looked each other in the face. Kyle smiled softly as his eyes twinkled with hidden gems and truths. Behind them, Leighton strolled lazily. He felt completely out of place. He cleared his throat.
“Could you not afford a proper lunch date?” Leighton asked. A bit of jealousy was in his voice. “You are a prince, are you not?”
Kyle turned around and cut his eyes at his brother. “There are some things even a prince can’t afford.”
Zephyr chuckled. “I assure you both I can afford what luxuries I desire.” He stared at Leighton briefly. “Just some items have yet to reveal their price.”
Leighton felt his throat tighten and a ball of heat settle in the pit of his stomach. The prince had a way of making him feel things.
As the two of them began to walk, Zephyr couldn’t help but look at Leighton. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him. He wanted to offer him some sort of affection. Leighton could feel his eyes on him.
He looked in the direction of Zephyr, and the world caught fire. He’d never seen someone look at him that way. The prince looked like he wanted to slam him into the wall and fuck his life away. That look made him tingle. Leighton rolled his eyes in an attempt to disarm the sexual tension. It didn’t work. His acts only served as fuel for Zephyr.
Kyle caught the exchange between Leighton and Zephyr.
“Prince Zephyr, did you grow up here or were you off at boarding school for royals?” Kyle asked in the sweetest voice. He was not going to make things easy for the prince.
“Please call me Zephyr,” he told him. “Yes. I grew up here. I have spent my life behind the walls of the palace.”
Leighton jumped into the conversation and asked, “Except for when you go out in disguise and wreak havoc?” He didn’t know why he said it. He just knew he didn’t want Kyle to get overly close to the prince.
Zephyr stopped walking. He turned and faced Leighton. There were so many things he wanted to say. He knew he couldn’t say much, so he said what was heaviest on his heart.
“I have made mistakes in my life. I own them. When you are young and hold a nation on your back, you tend to want to hide from the world. My life is not normal. I did not grow up normal. My every move is often picked apart. So, yes, I rebelled and caused a little mayhem. I did it in disguise because at the end of the day, I still must represent my family, my nation, and the crown.”
Zephyr turned and walked away from them both. He needed a moment to collect himself. Kyle quickly turned to face his brother. He smacked his chest with his open bare hand repeatedly.
“You idiot,” he said with rage and frustration.
“Ouch,” Leighton said as he tried to block his younger brother’s attacks. “Will you stop hitting me?”
“I am trying to have a good time, and you are ruining things by being a complete fool,” he said as he blew hot air.
Leighton blew his hair out of his face. “What would you have me do? I did not want to come along for this, and yet you insisted. I was merely making conversation.”
“Conversation or deflecting from a moment of tenderness?” Kyle quickly asked.
Leighton’s eyes widened. He took a step back from his brother. There was no way Kyle could possibly know of the attraction. He pushed that thought from his head. He wasn’t attracted to the prince. The prince was attracted to him.
“Tenderness? Dear brother, only one of us cares to have a tender moment with a man,” Leighton corrected him.
Kyle groaned. A true idiot. He was letting his guard down. You’ve gone and ruined it.”
Leighton saw the disappointment in his brother. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him. He was just confused by the things that were happening between him and Zephyr. He couldn’t understand why he kept allowing Zephyr to make him feel things. The things he should feel with a woman, he felt with the damn Prince.
Leighton asked, “What would you like for me to do? Would you like me to leave?”
“No! You will go and fix this immediately. Go talk to him. I’m going to go walk through the maze. By the time I finish, you had better have turned things around.” Kyle walked away from his brother.
He walked away with a smile. It was all a game. Kyle wanted the prince, and he knew he needed to create tension between Leighton and Zephyr. They needed to have a moment so that Leighton could truly reject the prince. Then Zephyr would be focused only on him. It was a risk, but one that Kyle was certain he would win.
Leighton stood and watched his brother. Kyle disappeared into the garden maze. His mind drifted to the moment he shared with Zephyr in the maze. He knew he had to swallow his pride and make things right. He walked off and found Zephyr in the distance near a post at the far end of the palace.
They were completely out of the sight of the queen and anyone else, for that matter. Leighton approached him carefully and cautiously. He wasn’t sure what to say, but they needed to stop whatever was happening between them.
“Can we talk?” Leighton asked as he approached the prince.
“No more talking,” Zephyr said as he grabbed Leighton and slammed his back against the wall.
Zephyr instantly began to attack the man’s lips. They kissed with so much passion and heat. The ground boiled beneath them. Zephyr’s hand slipped inside of Leighton’s pants. He wrapped his hand around the man’s uncut cock and began to stroke it.
Leighton moaned in his mouth. Their tongues wrapped around one another. Saliva dripped from one mouth to another. The tension in their bodies rose by degrees. Zephyr rolled his tongue along Leighton’s neck.
The pleasure was too much for the man to ignore. He gave in to everything Zephyr did to his body. His hand ran down the prince’s strong back and then over the curve of his ass. He cuffed Zephyr’s ass cheeks in his hands.
“I want to fuck you,” Zephyr moaned.
“What?’ Leighton asked as he pushed away from the prince. “I can not do this.”
“Why not? I can feel your cock,” Zephyr told him as he gave it a firm tug and made Leighton moan.
“This is wrong! I am not gay,” Leighton told him. “You are to keep your distance from me.”
Zephyr released the man. The anger he felt could be seen in his eyes. Leighton fixed his clothing and walked away. Kyle stepped out from the side of the palace.
“If you’re done chasing him, my price. I have something for you that I’m sure you’d love to feel again.” Kyle’s voice was low and direct. He knew what he wanted.
Zephyr typed a code on the keypad, and the door opened. He went inside, and Kyle quickly followed him inside. It was a small sleeping quarter. Kyle put his attention on Zephyr. He wanted him to feel the lust.
“How many rooms does this place have to sleep?”
“Seventy-five,” Zephyr answered short and dry.
Kyle cleared his throat. “My brother was rude, and I like to make up for his behavior, Your Royal Highness.”
Zephyr smirked as he closed the distance between them. The moment he invaded Kyle’s space, the stud’s heart began to race. He felt his temperature rise, and the air felt like it had lifted him off the ground. He breathed nervously. Zephyr placed his hand on Kyle’s right cheekbone. Kyle rubbed his face against Zephyr’s touch.
“You are making me hard again,” Kyle told him.
“Good,” Zephyr responded as he snatched open Kyle’s shirt. He pulled it off his body and took in every muscle.
The prince ran his warm hand over Kyle’s chest. His touch was like fire and ice. Their eyes locked, and Zephyr lowered his hand. He undid Kyle’s pants, and they dropped to the floor. He had him naked and turned on. Zephyr stepped back and pulled his shirt off, and then dropped his pants and underwear as well.
Kyle admired him and said, “You are so beautiful and majestic, my prince.”
“So are you. I only wish you were your brother,” Zephyr informed him.
Kyle frowned. “I will make you forget him.”
Zephyr pulled Kyle close to him. Their privates touched as their lips lingered on the verge of touching. For a moment, there was nothing, and then their lips touched. They kissed. It was soft, sweet, and gentle. It was built from the inside.
Zephyr kissed his way down Kyle’s body. His tongue traced Kyle’s chest, tasting every fiber of skin and being. Kyle held his breath, afraid that if he breathed, it would all go away. He watched the gorgeous prince move down his body until he reached his uncut cock. Zephyr looked up at him with those enchanting eyes as he slowly extended his tongue out.
Zephyr could see the need and want in Kyle’s eyes. It warmed him and filled him with a special kind of joy. He pushed his tongue inside of the sheath, licking the edges of Kyle’s foreskin. The young man gasped from the teasing sensation. Zephyr savored the flavor of him. He opened his mouth and swallowed Kyle’s cock to the hilt.
“Oh dear God,” Kyle breathed.
Zephyr moved his mouth up and down Kyle’s long shaft. He rolled the foreskin back and focused his attention on teasing the head of Kyle’s cock. His tongue flickered back and forth across the slit. He lapped up Kyle’s precum. Kyle gasped and let out soft moans. The feeling for Kyle was indescribable. All he knew was that he wanted Zephyr to please him over and over again.
“Kiss me,” Kyle asked of the prince in his own way.
Zephyr released the engorged cock from his lips. Saliva hung from his mouth in the most perfect way. He stood up, and their lips connected in passion. Kyle slid his tongue inside the prince’s mouth. They kissed repeatedly. Their hands ran down each other’s backs. The kiss slowly came to an end, and their noses rubbed together with their eyes closed.
“I have to take you. Now.” The words flowed from a deep place in Kyle.
Zephyr’s voice trembled. “If you insist.”
“Oh, I do my prince,” he replied as he spun the Zephyr around.
Zephyr bent over, on his hands and knees, and arched his back. It was a perfect arch. He was willingly giving himself to Kyle. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the feelings that coursed through his veins at the moment. Kyle admired those perfect chocolate cheeks. They were round and sculpted by the gods of Majestica for one purpose. That purpose was for Kyle to enjoy.
Kyle lined his cock up with Zephyr's smooth, tight pucker. He pushed, and the prince exhaled. Kyle’s cock slid inside. The warmth and tightness of Zephyr’s insides took hold of him. His eyes rolled as every inch of his incredible cock filled the royal hole.
“Oooh,” Zephyr moaned. “How is it that this feels so good?”
“Because it’s me,” he answered him.
Kyle palmed those beautiful booty cheeks and began to slide in and out of the man. He watched his cock disappear and reappear over and over. Each thrust drew a seductive moan from the prince. Zephyr’s body felt like it was on fire. He relished every moment of Kyle taking him. The blood in his body filled his cock. His erection throbbed with the heat of a thousand suns. Kyle pulled out of him and rolled him onto his back. He slid his cock back inside of him and took him yet again. He thrust into him deeper.
Their eyes locked in the midst of their sexual encounter. Their bodies called to one another. Zephyr wrapped his hand around his swollen member and began to stroke himself. Kyle leaned in closer, and their lips grazed one another. Zephyr’s hole opened even more, and Kyle touched a deeper spot inside. It surprised them both. It sent the pleasure between them to another level. Zephyr’s insides began to cream and coat Kyle’s cock.
“I want to ride you,” Zephyr told him, finally breaking the silence that had suddenly filled the space.
Kyle smiled and nodded. He rolled onto his back, and Zephyr straddled him. He moved up and down on Kyle’s cock. The young stud cuffed Zephyr’s ass cheeks in his hand and helped him bounce up and down on his throbbing shaft. Their foreheads rested together. Sweat glistened from their bodies. Kyle wrapped his hand around Zephyr’s shaft and stroked him as his hips began to rise and meet Zephyr’s movements.
The room smelled of sex, passion, and intrigue. They filled the space with their moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding together. They blended together beautifully. The contrast of vanilla and chocolate meeting under the sun was erotic all on its own. Kyle moved one hand up and down Zephyr’s spine.
Kyle gasped and said, “I haven’t tasted you yet.” It was as if he had remembered something so important to him. He needed to taste the prince again. He needed him on his taste buds.
He pulled his cock out of Zephyr’s leaking hole. Zephyr lay on his back, and Kyle lifted his legs, exposing his leaking and gaping hole. He buried his face in Zephyr’s ass. His tongue slid inside of him and licked the insides of the prince’s anal walls. Zephyr’s toes curled, and his eyes rolled. The feeling was sensational. His throbbing walls relaxed under Kyle’s thick tongue lashing.
“Oh God, yes,” the prince moaned. “More, please.”
Kyle pushed his tongue deeper inside the man. His lips brushed against the outer ring of Zephyr’s ass. The taste was electric. It set something off inside of Kyle. His need to be inside of Zephyr increased. He removed his tongue and face. His cock quickly slid back inside of him. Zephyr placed his legs on Kyle’s shoulder. His hole twitched around the invading cock.
Kyle drove his cock deeper into the prince. It felt like the earth was shaking and the wind was holding still. There was only fire from all around them and inside of them. Their hearts raced beyond their normal limits. Zephyr stroked his cock to Kyle’s beat. The climax was just beyond the horizon. Kyle’s fingers grazed Zephyr’s balls, and that set off the end.
“FUCKING HELL,” Zephyr shouted as his cock erupted with hot semen that coated his chest.
Zephyr’s anal walls flexed and tightened around Kyle’s cock. The pressure was so intense. It milked his cock. Kyle buried himself completely inside of Zephyr’s warmth. His body strained, and his face turned red. His cock fired off hot ropes of cum. He painted Zephyr’s insides white.
“Oooh! Yes. Take it,” he roared.
It was done. They both got dressed in silence. The sexual tension and chemistry faded away for Zephyr. He had gotten his release, but his mind still drifted to Leighton.
“Did our little session not rid you of your lust for my brother’s cock?” Kyle asked.
Silence.
Kyle scoffed. “I thought a prince of your stature would be stronger in his quest. Weak, are we?”
Those words set something off inside the prince. He turned around and quickly grabbed hold of Kyle and slammed him up against the wall.
“Do not ever ever speak to me like that again. Failure to respect your prince will result in a punishment that is befitting of the crime.” Every word the prince spoke was like venom.
He released Kyle and stepped away from him. His presence towered over the man. If Kyle wanted to play a game of brothers, then the prince was going to play, and he was going to play to win.
TO BE CONTINUED
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