:: The Joust of Riley's 17th Year ::

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It was the first time that Riley had been on the field, he'd trained hard for this. Very hard, all around him the area of people watched from their stands and seats. His armor gleamed pristine, the visor over his head, the jousting javelin tucked firmly underneath his arm.

Riding astride on his stallion, he galloped toward the ready line as the Games Crier spoke out his name. "Sir Cyril of House Valiase and his opponent Sir Germaine Moreau, please take your positions." and then Riley was in place, his heart thundering in his ears even while all around him the stadium turned as silent save for a few coughs here and there. The horn was blown and then he dug his heels in, pressed himself forward and started.

Grounding himself into the saddle, his eyes never leaving his opponent. Pounding hoofs the only thing to break the silence. That moment of fear, the way his stomach hit his throat and made him choke, so close so close. Held Breath. And then the sound of armor where he prepared for anything. No thinking, nothing-- head empty.

A clatter behind him as he charged forth. He had expected weightlessness, pain, but nothing as he made it to the end and he turned his horse around to see the attendants on the field rushing to Sir Germaine's side to help him from where he had stopped. Already they were assisting him off his horse, medics and his page. And then the crier called out.

"The Winner, Sir Cyril of House Valiase!" and the crowd went almost wild. Somewhere in the stands, he knew that his father was smiling approvingly, but his eyes did not search for his father. But a pair of eyes that he knew quite well, sitting in the royal box. There he could see them there, clapping along with the crowds-- his father not too far away from King Etienne itself.

A polite smile at his father and his King. And then his eyes searched out his best friend Guillaume with a far more shy smile; he was handed a rose by his page and there was a moment where he tried to figure out what to do with it.. he knew what to do, give it to a young lady of the court as was the proper procedure. A look at best friend, fleeting before he cantered his horse up to one of the young ladies of the Court and he handed her the rose.

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Parties were like this, the celebrations were massive and with no expense spared. Now Riley could have found much more useful things to spend money on than a fountain of champagne and one of matching chocolate side by side-- but he did not make the rules nor did he hold the purse strings, so he held a glass of wine and watched the dancing.

He'd already done the required dancing with the young lady he'd given the rose to, also had been grilled on his mother on if she would make a suitable 'wife' for him. He did not care either way, if they arranged it then they did, it was not uncommon for parents to arrange matches for their children though he'd heard Guillaume state that his father the King was attempting to change that, to make Olympia more accepting. Trying to bridge the gap between Sylvia and Olympia, attempting to give women more rights.. everything that most Lords balked at (including Riley's father).

It felt like a fairy tale that was told, a fairy tale where magic existed and where women could be knights, where a marriage was only dictated by love. it was such a beautiful fairy tale, but Riley heard his father speak in contempt of such things, and Riley was not sure of the country was ready for that yet.

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"I am still dressed because it is my duty to make sure that you are taken care of first." not that Riley minded, he found that there had always been a need deep within him to seek approval from the Prince-- every smile, every hand touch was as precious to him as breathing, and as natural to accept it. "But you know that I cannot resist anything coming from our mouth."

And he punctuated it by pressing an open mouthed kiss to Liam's lips.

"Will you.. undress me, my heart?"

He knew that he would start the melt when those hands were upon him. The nightclothing were forgotten, on second thought they would not be needed at all and could pass the night undisturbed on the chair where Liam had settled them, and he felt his own face flush with anticipation over the other man ridding him of everything that kept his body away from Liam's

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"I see. Well then, you are... exceptionally dutiful. And should be properly rewarded for it." Clearly Liam would be very interested to provide that reward -- extremely fucking interested, thanks. Anything that Riley wanted, whatever would make this beautiful man in front of him happy, Liam would give it to him without hesitation.

He would also return that kiss with the same level of eagerness, utterly breathless as it broke. And his lungs would not be recovering when the breath was stolen from them again by that invitation, and that endearment.

"Yes. I... yes. I will. I would like that very much."

He set about unwrapping the most delectable present that he had ever seen, carefully undoing fastenings of all Riley's finery. He slid waistcoat and tunic off those strong shoulders, fingers dragging along skin as he pushed the fabric down and away. Then there was nothing stopping him from leaning in and kissing along the line of that shoulder as he moved his attention to Riley's trousers. "You are impossibly beautiful. I wonder if you ever noticed me looking at you... too closely... too long."

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The truth was that he had not, because he was a virtuous boy and had tried to look at Liam with everything that was respectful-- but affectionate. He found himself wanting to melt at those words though, at the way that Liam stated that he had been looking.. out of everyone else, him which gave him a very particular glow deep down within his heart.

His torso was now bared, all peach and pink skin, though with a definition of muscle; it was not showy but there was sinew there, and the abdomen had an outline of a six pack though not fully defined yet, more prevalent though was the v-of his hips, and the bitable skin just underneath that certainly disappeared into his dress pants.

But he was only a little shy, but perhaps a lot hard. "I can only blame the beauty on genetics, I had nothing to do with that.. but I am glad that you like the cut of my cloth." he only chuckled a little bit softly as he uttered that. "But I suppose I was too busy looking at you to notice that you were looking at me?"

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Liam was fighting the urge to drop directly to his knees to explore that tempting v and where it disappeared into his trousers up close and personal, with his tongue, perhaps. For the moment he somehow managed to resist, letting himself instead be distracted by running his hands over that chest, the flat plane of his stomach, and then down, down down.

He would focus on the task at hand and getting those pants undone and tugging them off, down off his hips before letting gravity take them the rest of the way down. His lips trailed down and along one pectoral, a scrape of his teeth soothed by a sweet kiss in their passing. Peeking up at Riley, he offered a smile, playful even through the desire that had made his dark eyes look all the darker. "Well, I shall send your parents a heartfelt letter of thanks for what they have created then. But... it is more than that. The most beautiful part of you is your heart, I think. The one you wear on your sleeve, the one that shines through every smile and word from your lips."

Liam was so helplessly smitten, Riley. His expression softened at Riley admitting to looking at him. "Then, I am so glad, that we finally see each other clearly. Like this."

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The two of them were now naked and with nothing in their way, no fabric and certainly no inhibitions about what they were doing-- now, they both had made a conscious decision to do this and he found that he would've done it gladly no matter what, but they were here now and safe and warm in the intimacy of each other's perceptions.

And damn but he felt beautiful with the way that those eyes raked over his form, the way that that mouth kissed his chest. "Oh dear, well they would probably be thrilled about the heartfelt letter though it would likely have them lamenting the fact that you were not born a woman, or myself one." to marry off to the Prince.

Boys were prized but in this case his father was kicking himself for having so many heirs.

"But I happen to like the both of us right at this moment, as we are."

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"I do too," Liam agreed, hand winding its way down along Riley's stomach, lower this time, until his fingertips brushed along his cock, fingers feather-light, a gentle trace to learn the shape of him, a brief startle as they found that bead of precome, but then happy to let his touch continued, slickened now. "Very much, as it turns out."

It was the first time he'd ever touched another man -- the first time he'd touched anyone so intimately -- except for himself. And oh, it was Riley. His Riley.

Liam could not imagine being with anyone besides Riley. The crush had started small, a small pulsing flicker that had taken hold and settled into a constant warm glow that made his stomach twist when Riley smiled at him, when he saw his dear, gallant knight atop his horse, sun shining in that golden hair, when he watched Riley patiently and gently deal with Patrice's eagerness to know everything about what it was like to be a knight.

His gaze flickered back to Riley's face, looking at him through a thick fringe of dark lashes, as if making sure that this was all right, that he was helping himself to touching the other man like he wanted.

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When Liam looked at Riley's face, it would to see that lower lip caught between teeth as his cock was touched for the very first time by someone other than himself; and those eyes were now subsumed as they looked at Liam though there was intensity there that was quiet without being showy, also exceedingly gentle for he was gentle if anything.

"I.. like that.." his voice cracked a little bit, it was where his soft groan was trying to get out of his mouth but being indicated by the surprise on his lips as well, that it could feel even better than touching himself. "You can.. keep going, but just know that I am going to want to.. you know, please you too.. and if I do not get a chance too I will.. "

Be immeasurably saddened by such a loss.

[giveanything]

Liam leaned up to touch his lips to Riley's cheek. He would take that encouragement as a good reason to wrap his fingers around the other man's length, marveling at how velvet soft skin could feel over the hard, heated member, the way Riley's body reacted to him. It was intoxicating, and he felt dizzy with the rush of it all.

"I would not dream of denying you anything you wanted," Liam assured him, nuzzling where he'd just kissed as he stroked slowly at Riley. "I want to feel your hands on me. Your lips." Hands, mouth, whatever Riley wanted honestly.

But Liam was just bold enough to add, mouth just by Riley's ear as he murmured a secret there. "I want to feel you inside me. Please?"

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The advantage of Liam having his fist wrapped firmly around Liam's cock was that when Liam whispered that 'please' along with a 'I want to feel you inside me' his cock gave a very excited twitch-- that was unavoidable and caused him both desire and chagrin. He wanted that, very much-- he wanted to press inside the other man and observe pleasure blossom over other man's face like the rays of dawn.

"Yes.. I.. I want that too." He tried to act casual about it but judging from the flush of his cheeks as well as the way he continued to bit his lower lip.. there was no way he could be anything other than eager.

"Should we-- " and for a moment his body seized up with pleasure, "Should we lay down on the bed?"

And then--

"Do you have any oils you use to touch yourself with?" For recreational purposes of course.

[giveanything]

Oh that was a fascinating feeling, the way Riley's cock reacted for him. It had Liam smiling where his face was still tucked half against the other man's cheek, lips still dangerously close to his ear. "Mmhmm. I think we should."

Bed sounded like the perfect plan. He wasn't entirely certain his legs would continue supporting with him, weak kneed as Riley had him feeling. A shiver danced over his skin, at the thought, and Liam was reluctantly drawing his hand away from Riley and even more Reluctantly stepping away from him.

He turned to make his way to the bed, casting a glance back over his shoulder to make sure that Riley was following. The blush was vivid and obvious on his own face as he paused to retrieve a vial from the small leather box set atop his bedside table.

"I do."

With as much casual confidence as he could muster, despite the way his heart was racing, despite the flight of butterflies fluttering erratically in his stomach, he took a seat on the bed, hand braced behind himself to lean back just slightly, looking at Riley. "Should I admit that when I touch myself, I am closing my eyes and imagining you?"

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Oh no, there was a certain amount of demisexual panic that was twined with lust stemming directly from love, watered ever since he had emmerged into puberty with the Prince right next to him growing up alongside him. The way that Liam was casually lounged like that, like a kings feast that Riley had been personally invited to sit at the table of.

He approached, his footsteps slow and then he knelt in front of Liam on the bed and then he lowered his mouth to the side of Liam's knee where he pressed a reverent kiss to the skin of his beloved. Eyes then moving upward across body, against a body that was gorgeous but also part and parcel of a man who was far more precious to him than life itself.

If anything ever happened to him..
?

But he did not think he had to worry about that, they had a long life ahead of then full of nameless events and yes, shared love that transcended the world itself.

"I like that, that you would think about me like that, that you would moan my name while you reached pinnacle." With a near hesitancy he reached between Liam's legs and wrapped his fist around a long shaft, giving it a slow stroke as if he was savoring the first moment of giving Liam pleasure.

"May I hear.. your name on my lips?"

[giveanything]

Liam watched as Riley approached, entranced with each step, each movement that the other made, unable to look away from him. But it was a vision he was witnessing, something that no artist no matter their skill could ever truly hope to capture in its wonder. He wanted to commit it to memory, everything about the moment and all the magic it had intrinsic to it as a beginning, as a first.

His throat tightened with that simmering lust rising to a roiling boil as he watched Riley drop to his knees in front of him. Then he was wondering how a simple kiss to the inside of his knee had a wave of ecstasy rolling straight through him. Liam's fingers trembled only slightly as he brushed Riley's hair back from his face and then buried their way into soft spun gold strands.

"Riley..." he breathed out, soft and low. His head fell back with a moan as that hand wrapped around him, rips rocking towards the touch to encourage more. "My Riley..." His. His love and his treasure.

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His fingers slotted in against ridges almost as if they were born to be there, a soft stroke back and forth while he watched with rapt fascination the way that his touch made Liam come apart; he did not think that there existed anything more beautiful than this, watching the way that Liam responded to him. He wanted to desperately take him apart and then very tenderly and lovingly put him back together again.

"Yours, always yours for as long as you want me."

Perhaps even past death, though that was not something he actively thought about. He was only focused on the here and now, the way that his fingers lightly grazed and brought skin up with each stroke, precome gathered at the slit and then downward pass and he was slickening up Liam. This was a holy and sacred thing between them right now, he could not think of anything but that it was-- HIs breath catching in his throat because of course it did, robbed quite willingly by Liam's signs and moans.

[giveanything]

Liam was no angel. He was quite familiar with his own body, with what in his own touch felt good, what could bring him to climax, but Riley's touch was so much better, so much more. Lips parted around another soft, breathless murmur. His fingers slipped through Riley's hair again, then out to run along his jawline.

"Always. Until time reaches it end. And maybe after that, too."

Liam knew that this was their first time, that they'd only just admitted these feelings. But he had known Riley his entire life, and his heart was very made up on where it belonged and who it belonged to. He loved him, and that love was not going anywhere.

Those strong fingers stroking him over, the callouses he could feel from where they were at home around the hilt of a sword, they had him moaning again. "Oh... that feels good. You feel so good..."

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Riley was not going to bring him off like this, he wanted to be so deeply buried in his love-- to look down into his eyes as he did so, to see the pleasure bloom across his features, he was almost enamored by that thought. And thus did he with his free hand reach for the bottle of massage oil, the vile glimmering underneath the glow of candlelight with that alluring tincture that would prepare the way so that his Prince found only pleasure in this encounter.

"Tell me.. tell me more about your thoughts?" Riley had to draw his hand from the cock so that he could pour and then rub the fragrant oil all over his hands, taking especial care to coat his fingers that would be used to prepare. "Your thoughts involving us... in your alone time." And then he spread those legs wide and shifted to move in closer while the tips lightly circled the hole presented, and he had a nice view of the pink gated entrance, with those little ridges set in a starburst, and now glimmering with a sheen of oil.

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Liam shifted back further onto the bed, settling back into pillows as he watched Riley open the vial and work that oil over his fingers. The prince shifted his thighs apart, everything about his movements invitation, encouragement, welcome. His heart was beating so fast he didn't know how it hadn't hammered its way out of his chest.

His face heated again at that request, but he was all too happy to comply, to give Riley what he had asked for. A soft gasp at the first touch of slick fingers, and Liam took a breath to settle himself before trying his voice.

"I've imagined so many things. Sometimes... ah... sometimes just picturing your lips or your hands was enough. Sometimes I imagine clinging to you while you're moving inside me, while I'm full of you and begging you for more, begging you to claim me as yours."

His hand slipped down his own chest, his own stomach, to wrap around his prick, giving himself a slow squeeze before stroking slowly. "Sometimes I picture surprising you in the stables and dropping to my knees and taking you into my mouth... or bending you over a table in the library while I fuck you and we try to stay quiet..."

Liam had a very active fantasy life, apparently.

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"Oh..."

None of these things Riley had ever an inclination of that the Prince thought of him in such a way, his cheeks heated at the words, the golden wrapped words that guided their way to his ears. He could feel his own eyes dilate with desire as he pressed the tip of a fingertip in past the ring.

"I have never thought of anything but ah.. kissing you." because his mind had not thought of anything past that, but now that Liam spoke-- the images were supplied and he could feel his breath quicken with arousal, ever so slightly. "But I like those, I'd like to think that perhaps we could do all of those?"

One finger started to press even deeper, it was slow because he did not want to hurt him-- but there was a distinct goal in mind and that was to make sure that his Prince could take his length and girth without too much discomfort. "But the kissing that I have thought about, they have been anything from brushes of lips to lips to.. deeper kisses in hidden alcoves.. stealing each other's breathing away from each other." because a kiss was like an orgasm to Riley.

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"We could... we will," Liam assured, because he certainly wanted to, wanted to know what it was like to be with Riley in each and every sort of way they could. But he couldn't help the soft, slow smile as Riley admitted to thinking about kissing him, so achingly romantic. He loved this man so, so much. It stole his breath away as sure as the kissing would.

"I'd like that too... to kiss you breathless." In a hidden alcove, on lazy mornings together in bed as dawn spilled over them through the window, out in the gardens, by the lake at his family's summer estate. Everywhere and anywhere.

His back arched as that finger pressed deep, well aware that Riley was being gentle with him, careful, and that tenderness had his chest flooding with warmth as well. "Oh love... I want you so much."

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He would never get enough of those lips for as long as he lived; he knew this- knew that the mouth would tempt him with thoughts of stolen kisses, secret kisses, maybe one day kisses that would be no great deal but an accepted part of life-- what mattered was that they were together and these kisses were shared by each other. The finger fucked Liam, and then another finger added into the fray to share in the tight quarters. Slowly he fucked it in and out while he glanced upward to see Liam pleasuring himself

Why was that so sexy?

"You need to let me prepare you, I do not want to hurt you." He scolded but it was playful, spreading that hole with two fingers, the stretch and the way he massages the walls for later-- he'd never run the risk and it would all be far more enjoyable when he was inside Liam and witnessing that first fantasy that the Prince had shared with him.

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Liam let his head fall back against the pillows as that second finger joined the first. His hand tightened around his prick as he continued to touch himself, whimpering softly at how it felt to have Riley's fingers inside him, knowing that soon it would be Riley's cock buried inside him, and oh he wanted that so desperately much, to share this with his knight, his dearest friend, his love.

But he was also a lot less concerned about his own comfort in this moment, even if he felt so safe and so protected by Riley and all his care.

"You won't hurt me..." Liam assured him, but any further arguing he might have done scattered into nothing as Riley's fingers found a spot inside him that Liam had heretofore not been personally aware of. Yes, he knew how these things worked, had read enough (secretly, illicitly, perhaps) to be aware -- but oh he had never felt this sensation before, and it had him crying out in a soft breathless moan. "Oh... Oh Love. That's, just there..."

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The knight was one who wasn't going to very earnestly chase something that had Liam moaning like that which caused his own cock to throb in patent eagerness; and he was hard... so very hard but also exceedingly patient; his skills with patience was invariably always the long-game.

So his fingers buried themselves down and searched that spot, this time he was searching for it and found it-- a little pocket of flesh at the end of the tunnel and he was rubbing it, massaging it while he looked down that straining body at Liam. "Like this?" his voice was full of ministration and warmth, resolute in taking care of Liam in all the ways that he deserved.

To illustrate it, eyes never leaving Liam's, face, he pressed a kiss to the edge of the hip while his fingers fucked the other man and he could feel those walls stretch far more beautifully now. "You are lovely, my Prince.. so lovely, I could watch you for hours like this and delight in even this."

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Liam's entire body jerked, hips arching once more as Riley found that spot again. The fingers of the hand not wrapped around his length, curled tightly into the blankets beneath him, lips parted as he worked to form words instead of just soft panted moans. Since words were taking their sweet time, he nodded. Like that, oh yes very much like that.

"Like that, love, yes."

He was just shy of writhing where he lay, still new enough to all this sensation, to this desire, that he didn't really know how to contain it. "If I have to wait hours to have you inside me, I think I will go mad." Liam tried to narrowed his eyes at Riley, but it was hard when he was flushed and breathless and fluttering from the press of those lips to his hip. Riley was so beautifully tender and sweet and gentle. Liam could not understand how the entire world wasn't head over heels in love with him.

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A soft chuckle, "I promise you that it will not be hours to take care of you, unlikely that I have enough willpower to resist you." that was true, he had vows to King and Country, to his Prince. Therefore-- that meant that Liam could tell him to do something and he would be willing to do it (as long as it coincided with his moral compass, even then well..). His fingers continued to arch and stroke and then he very carefully removed them and then crawled up between those thighs even further, settling there while he moved to take his own cock in his hand.

"Only minutes, maybe even seconds.. is that acceptable, my Lord?"

He settled the thighs against his own waist and then gave the outside leg a stroke while he looked into those eyes, to make sure that it was alright to start entering him. Because Riley was a good boy.

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"I can abide minutes, Sir Cyril." Because if Riley was going to call him my Lord, Liam would answer in the most regal tone he could manage -- total failure at the attempt. He was breathless and turned on and wanting, so it came out in a rush interspersed by a soft moan as Riley moved closer, as Liam felt his legs lifted. His teeth caught at his lower lip, and he looked up at Riley.

"Please, Love?"

Riley was such a good boy, Liam's good boy, and Liam wanted him more than words could ever truly hope to capture. Maybe the look in dark eyes, swirling in the low light of his bedroom, catching what illumination there was like deep, amber whiskey. "I need you."

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That was alright, Riley thought that it was very attractive-- in fact Liam was always attractive but here in the moment with writhing, he looked like heaven itself, and thus he very softly allowed himself to press a soft kiss to the neck, leaning over the other man with one arm posed to the side to prop himself up.

The other was slowly guiding the cock to very indolently rub it against the very pliant hole, he pressed soft kisses against mouth, open and like rain while he started to press himself into his dearest love with a very definite care for him.

"Tell me if it is uncomfortable, I would not want to hurt you my darling."