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

[eblouissant]

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.

--

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.

Comments

[eblouissant]

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.

[giveanything]

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.

[eblouissant]

"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.

[giveanything]

"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."

[eblouissant]

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.

[giveanything]

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..."

[eblouissant]

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."

[giveanything]

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.

[eblouissant]

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.

[giveanything]

"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."

[eblouissant]

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."

[giveanything]

Liam wound his arms around Riley as the other man leaned over him, hands running up his sides, around to that broad, strong back. He looked up into those eyes, sky with the promise of warm rain, familiar and comforting and so divinely beautiful that even if Liam had never really had any exposure to religion of any sort, he was still quite certain he was having a religious experience here in this moment. It was a secret sacrament, between the two of them, and oh he would happily worship this beautiful, gentle creature who touched him so sweetly and called him darling.

He leaned up to meet those lips, whimpering softly as Riley first teased at him, the feeling of that blunt cock head at his hole a promise that Liam needed kept now. And then, then Riley was finally pressing inside him, and his hole seemed to welcome him inside.

The sound that let his lips was half moan and half laugh. "You could never hurt me. My Riley." And just to underscore that this was the furthest thing from pain that Liam had ever felt, he rather deliberately wound his legs around Riley's hips.

[eblouissant]

"I would never wish to." burying his face against that neck he then arched and started to push himself into Liam; there was a precious tenderness to it, both of their first times when it came to this. Riley could feel the other man melt against him, it was a beautiful feeling and he understood in this moment that very little could be more perfect than their connection, the way that they both clung to each other with such hope and love, it was the summer sky right now-- no clouds, no rain.. no sadness.

Everything was hope and light.

Kissing a trail against the jawline, felt the smoothness at the hint of aftershave, that too was a scent that lingered and made him want to lick and bite against skin; he was not normally this wild and yet the other man caused him to forget himself.. but he'd been given permission to do so; there was no titles here for all their teasing, they were just two men desperately in love.

[giveanything]

Liam knew it was impossible. He knew that there was no way harm could ever come to him from the hands of this sweet, wonderful man. The only pain Riley could ever bring was in making Liam worry for his brave knight's safety, in putting himself in harm's way.

But right now, thoughts of harm or danger were so far away from Liam's mind. Everything was exactly as it should be, the world spinning on its axis as it was always meant to, Liam's world which orbited the bright shining sun that was his lover.

"Ah..." Soft and sweet, half breath and half moan, as Riley moved inside him, slowly filled him, and oh god was it cliche to think that perhaps they were made for each other? Because Liam felt like that had to be the case. There was pain as his body adjusted, but it was barely a whisper amidst the sheer ecstasy of being so close, of having Riley with him this way.

His eyes fluttered shut, neck falling to the side as that mouth played over his neck. "My love... please." One hand ran up and along and into Riley's hair.

[eblouissant]

And how Riley would argue that was his duty to protect Liam, it would be a point between them that would be contested quite a few times no matter what life held, Riley's need to protect him and Liam's need for Riley to remain safe.

It was a smooth glide aided by the oils that Liam had so helpfully provided, but it did feel as if they were meant to do just that for he fit perfectly and he wondered if Liam would fit just as perfectly within him? Romantic thoughts for a very romantic moment where their two bodies were twined into one. A few more kisses to that neck, soft and beautiful like the dawning sun before finally he lifted his head to press a kiss to that jaw.

And his own hips starting a fluid roll, all sinewy and poetry-- knights honed despite his young aged, those muscles were lean but still there, stronger than he appeared.

[giveanything]

They could fuss over who was meant to keep who safe and perhaps agree to disagree. That would be as close to coming to terms on that as they likely could on that particular subject.

But that could wait for a moment when Liam could think of something beyond that body above him around him inside him. He felt like he was being subsumed by Riley entirely, and it felt like he was coming home, finding the place he was meant to be in this world.

Riley's hips rolled against him, and Liam arched to meet it, welcoming each thrust, as Riley's cock now did an excellent job of finding that spot inside him that his fingers had teased earlier. Liam made no secret of his pleasure, soft moans interspersed with gentle praise of how perfect Riley was, how good he felt, how much Liam wanted him. Loved him.

[eblouissant]

They moved like waves into each other, shore to sea-- everything that drew the tides to come back to the beach again and again-- it was a certain sort of bliss that he felt, the way that Liam snuggly encompassed him, those breathless sighs that made him feel as if he was far more than he really was-- to tender such things from his love's lips.. was that not the height of accomplishment?

The thrusts angled upwards so that he could press against that spot that had previous too been attended to my finger, then he shifted himself so that he could watch Liam's expression.. and oh how that entranced him beyond anything he'd ever experienced; those eyes hazy with pleasure, the parted mouth that begged to be kissed.

And he did just that even as he quickened his pace, using his body as leverage to bring the other man an even sharpen height of pleasure, though he would be there all the way, promising that with those grey eyes that held all the intensity of a storm, a benign one for he would never dare hurt his love.

[giveanything]

This was so much more than every book, every story and every love poem that Liam had read -- and oh he'd read his share. He was nothing if not a deeply hopeless romantic. And finding out that reality was so much more, so much better than the dream was breathtaking. Riley was taking him apart as if he were some expert musician, and Liam his willing, singing instrument, crying out again and again, even if he tried to keep himself quiet, to be mindful that in a palace, walls often had ears.

His own cock dragged along the flat plane of Riley's lean stomach, smearing the slick of his own precome as he arched against him. Between that delicious friction and the sweet assault of Riley's cock hammering at his prostate, there was no way that Liam could last very long.

It was the kiss that did it, those lips and that quickened pace. His arms tightened around the other man, clinging to him like he intended to never let him go. Riley was a storm, but one that promised shelter and safety, and Liam would happily run to it. He broke from the knight's lips to whisper his name, the only precursor to his release. A hot splash against both their stomachs, and a quivering clench of his body around the length inside him, rhythmic and repeated.

[eblouissant]

And the Knight would do everything in his power to protect that romanticism in Liam, to the heights and to the depths; because that made the Prince who he was-- perhaps they were both idealistic in the manner of their naivete, and yes blind to what was going around them but they were still not old enough to see what was in front of their eyes.

Except for each other.

With each movement he made sure that his own stomach caught Liam's dick, and with his movements the cock was stroked between the planes of their abdomen's, he did not want the other man to last because he would not either, already it felt good.. far better than he had ever imagined (and arguably he had not imagined much, he did not have a very good imagination when it came to sexual things like this because they had never before held their interest) and here was the other man like a dream come true.

The orgasm hit, the clench of walls around his own cock, a harsh groan and then his own mouth, his own tongue seeking as Liam coaxed the climax out of him, it hit him like a storm fury, and perhaps it was his emotions as well, the desire built up as his own lips rained down kisses like rain after the thunder burst, but he was still rocking and spreading his seed deeper and deeper inside, making sure to smear it and leave no part of Liam unsowed.

[giveanything]

They were both incredibly naive to so much of the darker parts of the world. Eventually they'd learn, of course, but not now. Not here. Now they had this love, with each other, and no matter what the world had in store for them, this love would always be born of this simple, clean truth -- that they loved one another, and the world was a better place for it.

Liam leaned up to try to devour that groan from Riley's lips, eager to taste the sound of ecstasy, to let himself down in it as he felt Riley find his release as well, knowing that his lover was marking him, filling him, claiming him in a way that Liam desperately wanted to give him. And soon he'd return the favor, if Riley was on board. They had the future laid out before them, after all.

"Riley..." just his name, soft and with a voice that trembled ever so slightly.

[eblouissant]

"I am forever changed because of you." He could never go back, did not want to-- his heart a mess of feelings that were neither neat nor orderly but still they were real and sincere; the soft beathing of Liam as he rested atop him, plying him with kisses as the afterglow settled atop them like a mantle against the other world.

There was no 'where do we go from here' as it was already self explanatory, their paths were twined inexplicably as well as their fates.

No place but the future for them.

"I never imagined it could be that good however."

[giveanything]

"So am I... I'm a better man for knowing you. For loving you." Riley had changed the shape of his head in the same subtle ways that he'd altered his soul, so soft and gentle that he hadn't even noticed as they happened. But Liam wanted to be someone deserving of Riley's friendship. Of his affection. Of his love.

He met each kiss happily, soft, pleased hums he didn't realize he was making, as content and at ease as he felt.

"Neither did I," Liam agreed, hand slipping over Riley's shoulder, down over his chest, to find the necklace that Liam had put on him out in the garden, finger brushing pendant before his hand settled flag against Riley's chest, where he could feel his heartbeat. "I love you, Riley. So much."

[eblouissant]

That gave Riley such a cozy feeling, to know that the other man's life was improved with him in it. He found himself tucking up against the Prince in the sweet bliss of the afterglow, where everything made far more sense; affection was true but there was also that deep and abiding love-- the realize that this was his soulmate.

"Then it is shared, the love that I feel for you.. I wish that I could give you something as well." he had nothing that he could think of; all of the jewelry he possessed was not precisely meaningful, his parents bore no strong love for each other as it was a marriage of convenience. "I have nothing to give you but love." and then he lifted Liam's hand so that he could press a kiss against the knuckles.

"I hope that is enough."

[giveanything]

Having Riley in his arms, and having those arms around him, oh it made everything so much better. He was warm and safe, aching pleasantly and oh so entirely sated. This was the afterglow, wasn't it? The way those spicier stories talked of it. He very much liked it, could bask in it an din Riley's warmth for a very long time.

Up until forever if he were allowed. He had found his match, he thought, and there was something so right and safe and strong about that.

Then Riley went and said words that unraveled Liam's heart entirely. His face flushed dark as those lips grazed his knuckles. "That.... that is more than enough. It's the most amazing treasure I've ever known. Love me, Riley. Let me love you in return, and I can't imagine ever needing anything else in the world to be happier than any man has ever been."

[eblouissant]

Riley nearly glowed with that permission as it came, the knowledge that it was enough that his love would be enough. He settled against Liam, half on him and half on him.. while he rested his hand on chest as he ran upward and downward. The pale skin and then looking downward at the line of hair that lead to the slowly flagging prick.

Even in this his Prince was beautiful, a perfect work of art that he could worship for hours upon end.

No matter, he believed that Liam would change the world and he wanted to be supporting him when he did that, to give him all the faith and love in his heart and hope that would guide him. "Whatever dreams you have for the future, I will lend whatever aid I can..."