Halcyon [Mister + Assi] - R-18

Arthur had no intentions of moving onwards. The fact that it was Alfred’s hand working on him was enough. More than enough.

He gasped softly against his lips, bucking his hips upwards into Alfred’s hand. The friction was good, heavenly. He was starting to want more now, though. Faster, faster. He wasn’t going to last long just for the sake of how much he had desired this moment and wanted Alfred to touch him.

Arthur couldn’t think straight as the other sped up. He tried to match the other’s pace, panting as he tried to refrain from making to many loud noises.

“H-aah,” he replied dumbly, watching Alfred’s face beside him.

There was next to no finesse in Arthur’s strokes. He was a beginner when compared to his abilities when it came to kissing. He pressed his forehead against Alfred’s, unable to restrain the whine that escaped his lips.

“Keep doing that,” he encouraged, breathless.

It seemed as if they were both complete beginners when it came to pleasuring each other. This was something almost completely foreign to him and to be doing this...with Arthur of all people...it almost seemed like a dream. In a way, he wished it was a dream so that he could wake up and comfort himself that this never happened and it would give him less of a reason to remain attached to the other prince. Yet at the same time he wished it wasn't a dream because it felt amazing and he had never felt so much attention on him before. So much attention that he actually wanted on him.

"S-Same..." He gasped out, continuing his fast strokes and he knew that he really didn't have all that much longer to last. He had been aroused for a while anyways and not only that but it was Arthur of all people touching him.

Just the thought of him was enough for him to moan and press more against Arthur's hand.

"You...you look nice like this," He gasped out as Alfred settled his gaze on Arthur's lovely face. Soon enough he leant forward to press a light kiss to his lips, a huge contrast to their hands.

Arthur would think of the consequences after. Pleasure now, worry later.

He breathed hotly against Alfred’s skin, eyelids fluttering for a moment as a particularly lovely wave of pleasure went through him. He wouldn’t be able to last as long as he would have liked. His hips were moving at a constant rhythm to keep up with Alfred’s strokes, pushing back against his hand.

It was good to hear Alfred finally beginning to loosen up and moan. He increased the speed at which he pumped him, copying what Arthur knew that he, himself enjoyed.

He scoffed at Alfred’s words, faltering for a second before picking up where he left off. However, it made his heart flutter and his chest feel warm. He returned the chaste kiss, revelling in its simplicity in comparison to the other end of their body and the rapid movement going on.

It was nice.

This was what love was supposed to feel like.

Alfred was pretty certain that he wouldn't be able to string any sort of words together to make a sensible sentence. Not when his whole body was simply filled with pleasure and all he wanted to do was moan and copy Arthur's movements by bucking his hips up against his hand and to stroke him.

His hand was already tensing up as he stroked Arthur off, feeling his approach to his orgasm no matter how much he tried to hold it back off.

The prince felt like there was a feeling of more than just physical pleasure when it came to Arthur. But Alfred didn't want that. He was convinced that he was just somewhat attached. But he couldn't put a name to the feeling, not yet and he didn't even want to. He was just close to Arthur and that's why he always felt a bit light around him.

He didn't want to start feeling things for Arthur. Not when he couldn't have him.

Alfred wanted to last for longer but soon his body was shuddering and his hand tensed as he approached his climax. Then he released all over Arthur's hand though he didn't slow down in his own pace. No...he couldn't, not until Arthur was done. Though all he could feel at that moment was absolute bliss.

Arthur could feel his own orgasm coming, but he fought it off for as long as he could. Alfred finished before him, which was unsurprising. But it didn’t take Arthur long before he came, as well. He let out a sort of broken whimper as he released. And God, was it wonderful.

He shuddered through the waves of bliss that passed over him, shivering against Alfred as he pulled him closer. He was still for a few moments afterwards, letting the shockwaves wear off before he sat up a little to lean over Alfred and kiss him again.

Arthur didn’t want to fall for Alfred. Not at all. He had no intention of doing so… although it felt like he might; it hurt to know that this was just a fling which he would undoubtedly remember for the rest of his life. He would never forget Alfred, never want to forget him. It was more than mutual attraction, he could feel it.

“I…” he whispered when he ended the kiss, still out of breath. “Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” he smiled warmly down at Alfred, thinking how much he would like to wake up to that face in the mornings. But alas, he could not.

He pecked Alfred once again before pulling away, carefully removing his hand from Alfred’s trousers. He wiped off his hand on the grass with some distaste before starting to re-adjust his trousers.

“We should bathe.”

He didn’t want to think about how Alfred had said that he looked ‘nice’.

To feel Arthur release on his hand felt weird though at the same time familiar. Yet the idea that he had Arthur's release on his hand was rather excited in itself. Though soon Alfred leant up so he could kiss Arthur back, just relaxing under the feeling.

To fall for Arthur would be terrible though. He couldn't fall for him and he was certain that he wouldn't. Even if he did, there was nothing that he would do about it. In a few weeks, Arthur would be going back to Albion with his sister and he would barely ever see them again. He knew it.

Certainly their kingdoms would be close allies but he had a kingdom to look forward to. He couldn't be close to Arthur. Once Arthur was married...then trying anything with him would truly be a terrible sin. Be against everything.

As Arthur complimented him though, Alfred reddened and smiled warmly back.

"Oh shut up. You know I haven't." He hesitated for a moment at the mention of going bathing.

"...In the pond?"

Arthur smiled secretively, light-heartedly. It had been better than he’d expected, he had to admit. He felt relaxed, less tense than he had done a few hours previously. He looked back across his shoulder to Alfred and nodded.

“That sounds fine.” He pulled himself up on to his feet, feeling quite unsteady at first. His knees were still weak. Was that from having just cum or from Alfred’s presence? He really couldn’t tell anymore.

He held out his hand to Alfred to help him up.

Alfred was far too pretty for his own good, Arthur decided. Such long eyelashes, kissable lips… he looked perfect, quite honestly.

Arthur glanced at the mountains, reddening somewhat at the realisation that their first sexual encounter together had been in front of such beautiful scenery.

Despite Alfred's fear about having the after bit of their first sexual experience with each other be quite awkward, he found that he was actually comfortable and content. They both knew that they were going to Hell in the end and while it was a bit of a scary thought...how much worse could it get now? He might as well enjoy it until Arthur got married.

Then he could completely forget everything. Right...?

Of course he could.

Looking up at Arthur's hand, he smiled brightly up at the other prince before finally taking his hand and helping himself up. His legs almost gave in under his weight but he managed to keep himself up, instead tugging down his trousers and throwing his shirt off. Despite what they just did, he was still embarrassed about well...

Being exposed to Arthur...

Arthur was a little surprised as Alfred immediately stripped but just laughed softly and began to remove his own clothes. He removed his cloak, his sword and boots. Then he was able to strip himself of his shirt, trousers and tights. He felt equally embarrassed about showing off his body. Alfred looked so young completely naked that it made Arthur feel bad for stealing his innocence. But then again, Alfred had wanted it, too, hadn’t he?

He felt especially uncomfortable just because he knew that Alfred would be the one staring the most because Arthur was so much more developed than he was. Arthur looked like an adult, unlike Alfred who was still more or less bald all over his body. Alfred’s body was tan, however, unlike Arthur’s milky coloured skin.

Arthur just marched on ahead. They were both male, it shouldn’t have been too much of a problem between them. It was nothing they hadn’t seen before.

But it was, of course.

He was quick to get into the water as he approached it. But fuck, was it cold. Arthur shuddered, teeth chattering for a moment.

Alfred quickly followed Arthur's example as he took off all of his clothes and his cheeks were bright red. He kept his gaze off the other's body though he couldn't help but glance back every once in a while.

He knew that he was a lot less desirable than Arthur when it came to his body. He was still young, not developed while Arthur was so much more grown than him. Even when he was only a few years older than himself.

Yet despite how young he was, he still wanted that experience with Arthur.

He didn't regret giving his first sexual experience to the other prince. It wasn't all that bad...not when they hadn't actually done the deed.

Alfred laughed a bit when he saw Arthur shiver and he was tempted to stay out of the water but he soon realised he was naked right out in the open where the other could see. So he soon slipped into the pond also, gritting his teeth at the cold.

Arthur watched Alfred get into the water, keeping his eyes above waist-level. He smiled somewhat at Alfred and got closer. He hesitated but he soon moved across to Alfred and pressed his hands to Alfred’s sides, knowing that his palms would be warm despite the cold.

“Cold?” he pecked Alfred’s forehead.

Alfred shivered though soon he leant closer to Arthur so he could take more of his warmth. Despite everything, he was terrible with the cold. Columbia was always a rather warm kingdom and so having anything other than warm made him quite miserable at times.

He usually liked staying wrapped in blankets and thick cloth when it was winter.

He gave a small smile to the other prince though and nodded. "A-A bit...but I'll be fine," He mumbled.

Arthur kneaded Alfred’s skin with his fingertips, tenderly.

“Hmm,” he hummed absently in reply to Alfred. “I’m cold, too.”

Arthur, on the other hand, was used to the cold. Albion was not particularly warm most of the year. There were a few weeks of sunshine however the seasons there were far more extreme. It snowed annually in the winter, and usually killed hundreds of the poor. That was something Arthur wanted to change when he became king. The people of Albion did not like the royals, and he wanted to make the people happy rather than have them live in poverty.

“I feel cleaner already,” he murmured.

Alfred never really enjoyed the winter and despite their attempts to help the poor, there were still many that died even in Columbia. If only because there was so many people to feed and sometimes they just couldn't produce enough food for everyone.

He wished that he could produce more but he knew that there really wasn't all that much he could do about it.

Pausing for a moment, the prince looked up at the other before smiling a bit, shivering slightly before wrapping his arms around the other in hopes to warm him up.

"...A bit better?" He asked quietly and admittedly he already felt better.

"Mm...me too."

Arthur tensed up for a moment at more skin-on-skin contact but soon found himself smiling again. He slid his arms around Alfred’s slim waist, holding him close. It felt odd to be pressed up to another man like this; the stable boy hadn’t waited around afterwards, he’d just left. But this was different, he could tell.

“Yes, thank you,” he nodded before leaning his head lightly against Alfred’s, only having to lean down a little bit.

A thought suddenly crossed his mind, which led Arthur to smirk.

“Want to have some fun?” he asked lowly.

Alfred looked over at Arthur in confusion, raising his eyebrows and ripped away from his momentary peace of just being pressed against the older boy. He felt a bit happier than he should about the fact that Arthur was still there, wanting to actually be there with him.

Soon enough his attention shifted back onto the prince.

"...Huh? Fun? Yeah...sure. What kind of fun?" He asked with a small smile.

Arthur continued to smirk, a mischievous look in his eyes as he reached down, unashamed as he lifted Alfred upwards, picking him up via his butt. He spun around, still smirking at Alfred before he mustered all of the might inside of him and threw Alfred into deeper waters.

He was laughing loudly, feeling extremely childish as he enjoyed his victory. He grinned, waiting for Alfred to resurface.

Alfred nearly yelped when he was lifted up and it was extremely embarrassed to have Arthur picking him up by his bottom. He felt extremely exposed and flustered as it happened and he squirmed around a bit.

"H-Hey! W-Wait!" He soon yelled as he was thrown into the deeper water and all hopes of anything taking a different turn was shattered. He finally emerged out of the water a few long seconds later, flailing around a bit and gasping. Soon enough he managed to calm down, swimming back close to Arthur and shivering.

"I hate you!" He yelled though he really didn't mean it. He wrapped his arms around himself, absolutely freezing.

Arthur was still laughing when Alfred got back to him. He tried to control his laughter, although it came out in small, hiccup-like bursts. He merely beamed as Alfred approached.

He winked at him.

“Of course you do.” He opened his arms for Alfred to come close again. His laughter was somewhat more under control now. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he tried to suppress his smile into its usual, straight-line. It wasn’t often that he smiled, but when he was with Alfred, that changed entirely.

Alfred scowled over at Arthur for a moment before swallowing, cheeks still red as his whole body shivered from all the cold.

"I'll get my revenge on you one day," He mumbled. He really was. He was going to get his sweet revenge when he was strong enough to do it.

Arthur had the upper hand this time around but later...he would be able to get his revenge on the other.

Yet despite his displeasure, he quickly wrapped his arms around Arthur again as he clung and shivered against him.

“Of course you will,” Arthur mused. Alfred was so scrawny that it barely seemed possible. Arthur was wiry, yes, but Alfred was young and weak. There was a difference.

He brought Alfred close, skin-on-skin again. He shivered a little as Alfred’s wet hair touched his neck. It was what he deserved, he supposed. He was unaware of Alfred’s plotting. It was just a joke, after all.

He rubbed Alfred’s back, enjoying being able to feel the bumps of his spine and the softness of his skin. He pecked the side of Alfred’s head.

“Do you want to get out?” he asked softly.

Alfred tried taking a few calming breaths, swallowing thickly as he took Arthur's warmth. After a few minutes he finally nodded and looked up at the other.

"Yeah, I think I'm clean enough," He admitted before hesitantly pulling away so he could get out of the pond.

It was different...being naked in the pond with Arthur but it was just the two of them.

He would definitely get his revenge in the future though. He couldn't just go live his life without getting revenge once. But that was something he would worry about later. Instead he climbed out of the pond and grabbed his cloak so he could start drying himself.

Arthur let go of Alfred and followed him out of the pool. He wasn’t so keen on drying himself with his cloak, considering he knew how expensive it must have been to make. He was still for a few moments, thinking about what to do before he decided that it’d just be easier to put on the looser of his clothes until he dried off completely.

He pulled on his trousers, tying the cord around his waist and then pulled on his shirt. The fabric of his shirt stuck to his skin but he didn’t care that much.

Distractedly, he found himself looking at Alfred.

Alfred really didn't notice Arthur staring over at him as he dried himself off and he didn't want to be rude and stare at the other prince right back.

Not only that but he knew that it would be terribly awkward if he did that.

Instead he soon pulled on most of his clothes, leaving his cloak to be balled up in his arms. He knew that the servants could wash and dry them off later. They weren't in terrible shape after all.

Stretching out a bit, he sighed softly, body still relaxed.

"When do you want to head back to the castle?"

The thought of the castle only reminded him that there really wasn't all that much time left that they had together.

Arthur shrugged, “If that’s what you’d like to do. We can go to the village another day.”

He pulled on his boots and picked up his pantaloons, cloak and tights. He looked at Alfred for a few seconds and then reached out to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“One last kiss though?” he asked, voice a lot quieter than before. He knew that back at the castle, they would not be able to kiss. Or at least not until later that night, if they visited each other. Or tomorrow. But tomorrow was so far away.