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Rozerem
Posts : 77
Join date : 2009-01-23
Age : 32
| | Subject: ahertrtyjr Wed Nov 04, 2020 10:50 pm | |
| - Ket/Nikolai:
Kettil sighed in contentment as he walked out of the bathroom, still drying his hair from his shower and not wearing a stitch of clothing. Evangelista had left about fifteen minutes earlier having curtly informed him that she hated being cooped up with him and that he was not to dare crossing into her half of the room while she was gone. Kettil did not know how long the princes would be away, but while that cold front was lifted, he would bask fully in his temporary freedom. The Swedish prince had draped the towel around his neck and was shuffling to his nightstand to retrieve his glasses when he heard the bedroom door open behind him. Oh, god no… She couldn’t be back that quickly…
The Swedish prince whipped his head around with widened eyes, but it was not Evangelista that he saw standing in his doorway. It was a man; tall and dark haired… “Nikolai.” Kettil muttered irritably upon identifying the blurry figure. Well, he would not bother to cover himself up for another man’s benefit. Kettil reached for his glasses and perched them on his nose. “You might have at least knocked before you barged in.”
“This is my sister’s room as well as yours; I didn’t think I would see you waiting for her in your birthday suit.” Nikolai’s voice was tinged with anger and his brow was furrowed, but it was an act. In truth, he didn’t really give a damn if Kettil showed off his goods; maybe his sister would get laid and stop clinging to him so much. Her unintentional cockblock had caused him more trouble with Layla than she was worth. And dear Eva could do worse for a fuck buddy than Kettil; the man was actually kind of cute. And he seemed to have no problem with showing Nikolai everything that was usually hidden under his clothing.
Kettil frowned as he turned to face Nikolai fully, straightening his spine in subconscious reaction to the reminder that he was shorter than the bastard. What annoying nonsense was he spouting now? “Waiting for… don’t be stupid. I have no interest in the little girls your country would present as women; I will marry your sister out of necessity but you can rest assured that I would not touch her before then. Your sister isn’t here; why don’t you go find her?” In truth, the thought of ever touching the Russian princess disgusted him. He showed her respect and civility for the sake of peace, but she was the enemy. She and her brother both and he wanted nothing to do with either of them.
The Swede wouldn’t touch his sister? That was a shame; so much for that short lived plan. But that didn’t mean he planned to run off just because the man told him to. Nikolai smirked and stepped closer to the nude man thinking that perhaps he could salvage something from this situation after all. The blonde’s scowl deepened. “Didn’t you hear me? Go on and…”
Kettil was cut off with a cry of surprise when Nikolai grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back and using the leverage to shove the blonde facedown and bent over his bed. The Swede growled as he bucked against the larger man, trying to throw him off. But he went still, eyes widening behind his askew glasses when Nikolai’s free hand slipped under him to caress his torso. That bold hand explored his abdomen then slid up to tease one of his nipples. “What… what do you think you’re doing? Let go of me!” Kettil bucked against the hold once more, the action a little more desperate.
“Oh, come on… Don’t tell me that you aren’t at least a little curious. Have you ever been fucked by a man, Kettil?” Nikolai’s hand moved south now, slipping between Kettil’s legs and rubbing over his groin. The Swede gasped sharply in surprise, then swallowed heavily and screwed his eyes shut. The only answer he gave was a terse, “Shut up.”
“That’s a no.” Nikolai laughed as he continued to stroke Kettil’s cock which hardened under his touch. The blonde man moaned despite his hostile air, biting his lip before releasing it to draw a ragged breath. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Nikolai breathed the question in a low, sultry tone, leaning in close until his lips brushed against the blonde’s ear. Then his tongue traced the shell of the blonde’s ear and he kissed and licked at the other’s neck. Kettil moaned again, burying his face into the mattress to muffle the sound. Cute… The man writhed against his hold, his body trembling lightly. Watching him fall to desire despite the fight he tried to put up was making Nikolai hard.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Kettil?” Nikolai murmured again, drawing his hand away from the Swede’s groin to fondle his rear. Then he slipped a finger between the cheeks to rub over his puckered hole. “Do you want me to fill this tight little hole with my cock? To pound you into the mattress? Make you cum uncontrollably?”
Kettil groaned with frustration and the uncomfortable and inconvenient sensation of lust. His cock was fully hard and throbbing between his thighs and the man squirmed under the influence of the roving hand. He turned his face from the mattress, his breath coming in pants and his glasses steamed. “Your sister could walk in at any moment.” Kettil uttered through gritted teeth. He did not want to be seen like this, pinned to his bed by the Russian prince with his cock beginning to drip onto the sheet and a finger teasing him in a dirty, disgusting place. It was unthinkable… And yet Kettil had stopped trying to throw the man off some time ago.
“She could, yes. So you should give me an answer before then or she might walk in on us. Say it, Kettil. Say you want me to fuck you.” Nikolai was quite enjoying himself. He drew his hand back and spat on his fingers before returning them to the tight hole and slowly working one finger inside. He grinned as the man beneath him cried out, his free hand gripping the sheet beneath him. Kettil was dripping freely onto the mattress; his virgin ass was obviously enjoying Nikolai’s finger pushing inside, wiggling within the warm confines.
“Ah! Damnit, Nikolai…Yes! I… I want you to fuck me!” What was he saying? He couldn’t mean that. He had never lain with anyone and he did not want to start with an Alexandrov; the most damnable of the whole damnable country of Russia. But his body did not much care what his mind thought of Nikolai Alexandrov; it was trembling, flushed and needy. He needed release. Nikolai released his arm, likely realizing that Kettil had given up the fight. The Russian knelt behind the Swede and spread his cheeks then Kettil felt a slick, wet intruder that made his face burn hot with embarrassment.
“That’s di-rty…” Kettil protested with a stutter, moaning loudly as Nikolai’s tongue worked its way into his hole. It was such a filthy thing to do, but… “God, that feels good…” the blonde admitted in a heated tone, once more squirming a little. If Nikolai gave any thought at all to his protest, he didn’t show it. He said nothing; his tongue was too busy deep inside Kettil’s ass.
Nikolai wanted to laugh at the prudish protest. It was dirty? Fresh out of the shower? Poor little Kettil was far too protective of his hot, tight hole. But he was losing the fight, his muscles becoming less and less tense as Nikolai ate him out with dedication and purpose, pushing in a finger as well to stretch the blonde’s tight sphincter. In time it loosened for him and Kettil’s moans grew louder and hotter. In time he was pushing back onto Nikolai’s lewd finger and tongue, obviously ready for more. The Russian drew back with an amused smirk, rising to his feet and undoing his fly. He released his hard cock and stroked it a few times. “Now, lift that ass up high for me so I can fuck you senseless.” And, to no surprise, Kettil straightened trembling legs and lifted his rear higher.
The Russian prince gripped the blonde by his hips before thrusting into the waiting, sloppy hole. Kettil gripped the sheet in both hands, crying out in pleasure. Nikolai wasted no time in thrusting into him hard and deep. Kettil’s mind felt blank; only the lust remained and he had completely forgotten his fear that Evangelista would find him and her brother like this. Of course anyone hearing his loud, heated moans would likely know better than to risk opening the door. Nikolai slipped a hand beneath him, grasping his cock and stroking him in time with the hungry thrusts.
“Oh, god! Oh god, yes!” Kettil cried out, pushing back into Nikolai’s thrusts. He was throbbing, his legs trembling and his toes curled in the pile of the carpet. It felt far too good and his body was reaching a peak far more quickly than Kettil would have expected. He never achieved an orgasm so quickly alone; it never felt this amazing when he was alone. “Ah! Ahhh! I’m cumming; I’m cumming!”
Kettil’s body was so responsive and Nikolai grinned at the trembling form beneath him as the blonde whined and writhed. The Swede cried out loudly, back arcing as he reached an explosive orgasm. Nikolai slowed his thrusts, but continued to plunge himself into Kettil’s quivering ass with hard thrusts. Kettil buried his face in the mattress once more, muffling his whimpers as Nikolai tormented him, drawing out the most powerful orgasm that he had ever experienced. Eventually Nikolai began thrusting more quickly once more as he drew closer to his own orgasm. Nikolai gripped Kettil’s hips and pulled him back hard with a groan as he spilled his seed deep inside the spent and sweat covered blonde.
Nikolai remained buried hilt deep inside Kettil as he leaned over him, slipping the fingers of one hand into the blonde hair and getting a good grip. He lifted the prince’s head and nibbled his earlobe playfully before murmuring, “This ass has needed a good fucking for too long to shake the damned stick out of it. Should we do it again sometime?”
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| | | | Rozerem
Posts : 77
Join date : 2009-01-23
Age : 32
| | Subject: Re: ahertrtyjr Wed Nov 04, 2020 10:52 pm | |
| - Ket/Cio:
Kettil could only stare at Ciodaru over the rim of his coffee mug. Had the Romanian prince really just asked him for kissing lessons? He couldn’t be serious. And yet the dark haired man continued. “No one would have to know… How am I supposed to get it right without any practice?” Ciodaru stepped closer to him, making the Swede feel as though he was pinned to the kitchen counter. The idea was ludicrous, of course; the smaller man didn’t lay a finger on him and it would have been easy to walk around him. But those dark, pleading eyes held him in place.
“I really don’t care if anyone else finds out, but don’t you? You may have noticed that I am a man?” Not that being of the same gender as Ciodaru wasn’t the real reason he resisted. Quite the opposite; he did not want to practice or pretend to kiss an attractive young man like the dark haired Romanian that held him in place with a gaze. He really liked Ciodaru and feared putting any sort of strain on their relationship. He did not want to be thinking about the man’s lips whenever they spoke. He half feared that might happen anyway after such an unusual request.
“Oh, that doesn’t really bother me. Besides, I think it’s okay a long as it’s you, you know? I mean, well… because I trust you. And we’re friends, right? So… it’s not any different than kissing a girl friend. Hahah, I meant a girl that is a friend.” Ciodaru rambled on as Kettil listened quietly and tried not to smile. The Romanian prince really was cute… He probably didn’t even know how adorable he was being. It wouldn’t be difficult to kiss him at all, no. The difficult part would be pretending he was unaffected and only giving a lesson. But Ciodaru’s expression was so intent and pleading and it was difficult to say no.
“Alright… alright. But I really haven’t kissed so many people that I imagine I should be your first choice for a tutor.” Ciodaru clapped excitedly with a little cheer and Kettil reached out to take his hand. He pulled the smaller male close to him. “Well, first of all, what you do before you kiss someone is almost as important as the kiss itself. You want to touch her… Not necessarily in some perverted way. Holding hands, touching her face or her hair… Show her you can’t keep your hands off of her.” Kettil began, lifting his free hand to run through Ciodaru’s hair, fingers then trailing down his neck.
“How you touch her should depend on what feeling you want to convey. Soft and gentle? Hot and passionate? You are such a gentle person that I imagine you would touch your woman like this…” Kettil’s eyes dropped to Ciodaru’s lips and he ran his thumb slowly over them. Then he gently lifted the smaller prince’s chin, his gaze meeting Ciodaru’s once more. “You can ‘touch’ her with your eyes, as well. Eye contact is the most romantic. Let her see in your eyes how you feel about her. She might turn away at this point… don’t force it if she isn’t ready. But if her eyes remain on yours, there is a chance that she wants exactly what your gaze promises.” Were his eyes reflecting just how much he was thinking about kissing Ciodaru? It was just a kiss… not even a real kiss; it was practice. It would be fine.
Kettil leaned in, maintaining eye contact with Ciodaru until their lips met. He was gentle and soft at first, kissing the other man in a chaste and adoring way. Then one hand moved to the back of the other’s head, the other arm wrapping snugly around his waist. The press of his lips became hungrier and more demanding. Ciodaru gave a soft moan, sending a small shiver down Kettil’s spine followed by a groan of his own. Just as he had feared, kissing Ciodaru was enough to put the heat under his collar. Kettil’s tongue extended to run over Ciodaru’s lips then plunged into the other’s mouth when the prince gasped in surprise. He gave another groan of pleasure, his arm tightening around the other prince possessively. It was just a kiss… It was, wasn’t it? Kettil’s faith was shaken when Ciodaru’s tongue moved to meet his.
The blonde lifted Ciodaru off of his feet and backed him against a counter, the black haired male encircling his waist with both legs instinctively. But he still pulled back from the kiss, looking both startled and breathless. “K-kettil…?” The softly panting prince questioned. Kettil knew that he had taken it too far. He was growing hard from their so-called practice. But it seemed worth pointing out that Ciodaru had gotten a bit hard as well. Kettil rolled his hips, grinding his hardening bulge against Ciodaru’s. The prince moaned for him again and Kettil hungrily captured his lips once more with a hungry moan of his own. This time Ciodaru’s lips parted easily for him, their tongues dancing as Kettil continued to slowly grind against the other prince. When he finally broke for air, Kettil lifted Ciodaru onto the counter fully and began to deftly tug at the fastenings to his clothing.
“Kettil!” Ciodaru was a bit more insistent this time, placing a hand atop one of the blonde’s. Kettil drew that hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles before returning to his task. “I want you, Ciodaru. And you want me; your body doesn’t lie.” Kettil let his hand drop to rub over the bulge in Ciodaru’s crotch. The prince squirmed and bit his lip, unable to fully stifle a moan.
“But Kettil… we’re in the kitchen. Somebody is going to see us.” Even as Ciodaru poke those words, Kettil continued to undress him, kissing over every inch of torso he bared. The dark haired prince didn’t reach for his hand again; in fact, he moved to allow the clothing to be pulled from him. The golden tinted skin was flushed with pink, embarrassed as the last of his clothing was tugged away by impatient hands. He had nothing to be embarrassed about… His body was so beautiful. Kettil grasped the now exposed, semi-hard cock and slowly stroked it. His other hand cupped the back of Ciodaru’s head and drew him into another passionate kiss. Kettil’s heart thumped loudly in his chest; he had never done anything like this. He hardly knew what he was doing; he only knew he wanted to kiss Ciodaru breathless; he wanted to see and touch the delicate yet masculine body. He wanted… His cock was so hard; how could it not be with Ciodaru’s muffled moans and panted breaths filling his ears? He wanted to take pretty little Cio. But what he didn’t want was to hurt his dear friend. He had no experience to draw from and he was almost as worried as he was excited.
When Ciodaru next pulled away, his hands tugged at Kettil’s shirt. “It isn’t fair if it’s only me.” He chided, almost in a pout and Kettil melted just a little more for him. It was hard to take his hands off of Ciodaru, but he managed long enough to strip off his clothing with the help of the dark haired prince’s small, agile hands. Kettil was finally nude and the two looked over each other with quiet, but potent desire. There was no hiding Kettil’s rock hard cock; he was incredibly excited just by playing with the shorter man. Ciodaru gave him a smile that looked just a bit naughty, which was… rather unusual. Before Kettil could ask about it, Ciodaru surprised him by lifting his feet and rubbing their soft soles over his hard cock. The Swede moaned, surprised that such an unusual action could arouse him even more.
“Stay right there.” Kettil instructed in a husky voice before stepping away to search the cabinets. Ciodaru’s eyes followed him curiously, occasionally darting to the door. He was still wary of someone walking in. When Kettil returned, Ciodaru was puzzled to see cooking oil in one of his hands.
“Are you going to baste me and pop me in the oven?” Ciodaru asked teasingly though he was genuinely curious about the oil. Kettil only chuckled as he came closer.
“Lean back and spread your legs; I want to see all of you.” Ciodaru seemed to flush even darker, but did as he requested, putting himself on display. Kettil opened the container and poured some oil into his hand, making the fingers slick. Then he set the container aside and tried to push one, slippery digit into Ciodaru’s tight hole. The dark haired prince flinched with a small whimper and Kettil stopped, giving him a worried look, but Ciodaru forced himself to relax. He smiled and ran a hand through Kettil’s blond hair. “Don’t stop… just be gentle. And patient… I haven’t ever…”
“Neither have I.” Kettil admitted when the embarrassed smaller male trailed off. He was more careful then, slowly rubbing and teasing the puckered hole until it gave and let the tip of his finger in. He slowly worked the finger in, gently thrusting the digit and stretching the hole. Eventually he was able to add a second. Ciodaru began to relax, leaning back more and moaning softly. Kettil wanted to be inside him so very bad, but hurting Ciodaru would kill him. So he was patient, watching the lustful Ciodaru as his breath came in heated pants and he started squirming atop the counter. Finally it was Ciodaru who softly pleaded for him. “Please, Kettil… I … I told you; it isn’t fair if it’s just me.”
Kettil couldn’t stop an amused huff as he withdrew his fingers. The blonde grasped Ciodaru’s hips and pulled him closer, positioning him with a bit of creative effort. He pulled the dark haired prince down from the counter and onto his hard, neglected cock. Their moans mingled in the air as their bodies slowly joined, his cock stretching the hot, narrow walls of his partner. He rested Ciodaru’s back against the counter as he began slowly thrusting into the slicked hole. Once more Kettil’s lips found Ciodaru’s and he was pleasantly surprised by how eager the dark haired prince proved to kiss him in return. Their bodies rocked together slowly, Ciodaru reaching between them to stroke himself in time with the slow, deep thrusts.
“Kettil… Ah, ah… I’m, ah!” Ciodaru clung to Kettil’s shoulders with his free arm, his nails digging into the Swedish prince’s pale skin. Kettil groaned loudly at the light sting.
“So am I, Cio… Just let it go, don’t hold back.” Their bodies continued to move together, both men moaning loudly and lustfully. Kettil felt amazing; he wasn’t sure he could hold back long enough until Ciodaru finally went over the edge, his cum exploding between their bodies. His hot tunnel squeezed tighter around Kettil’s embedded cock and he cried out in pleasure as that sensation drove him over the edge. Kettil drove into Ciodaru once more, emptying his seed into the other prince’s rectum. “Oh, god… Oh, Cio; you are so perfect.” Kettil groaned in appreciation before the soft sound of a shoe scuffing against the floor drew the shocked attention of both princes. A small gaggle of kitchen staff hurriedly escaped from the room, giggling loudly.
Kettil’s wide eyes turned to meet Ciodaru’s. “Oh… I’m sorry, about… them. But not about this.”
Ciodaru leaned into Kettil, hiding against his chest. “I’m not, either… not really. But you and I really need to clean this up and… and maybe continue somewhere private?”
“Most definitely, Cio.”
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