Aʅƚαιɾ.

Altair bites his lips as Valanthe writhes against his leg, clearly coming to a climatic end.

Altair pets through his hair, murmuring about how good the prince is.

"Perfect..."

-"Come for me."

"In the coming mornings, when you wake up hard, you will be able to have me inside you to slake that lust..."

Altair would not say such words outside of a private conversation with his lover.

He nudges his leg against Valanthe more firmly, scraping his nails against Valanthe's scalp.

-

Altair would give Valanthe much more than his leg some time, but the prince seems rather happy with this arrangement.

"Wait until you *really* feel me, princeling." He pets through Valanthe's hair, giving a firm tug.

"I'll have you sore for days."

-His voice is so low, with a bit of roughness to it. Even though they were hidden from public eye, Altair spoke to Valanthe so that only he could hear him.

If Altair hadn't just climaxed, he'd be feeling heated stirrings in his belly.

Valanthe like this was... Divine and sinful at once.

"That's a good boy..." He hums lowly, petting through his hair.

"We can have you wait to come another time... You've earned your orgasm now." -

Valanthe will have to mention such desires to Altair as it is the man's nature to want to reciprocate. And Valanthe is beautiful, how could he *not* want to touch him?

"I want what you want..." Altair does slide his shin between Valanthe's thighs, even as he tucks himself away.

Good. Altair hadn't thought so, but he had to ask.

He reaches to stroke Valanthe's cheek, gaze flickering down to between the prince's legs.

"Mmm..." Altair licks his lips. "I should like to repay the favor."

"Preserve me--..." He says as he catches his breath.

He opens his eyes down to look at Valanthe again. The prince looks flushed and pretty.

Altair pets through his hair.

"I hope I wasn't too rough, Princeling..."

-his features.

Seeing Valanthe getting excited by this really does it for Altair.

With a strangled grunt, his hips thrust forward a few final times, hard and deep.

Altair comes down Valanthe's throat, leaning heavily against his arm propped against the tree.

His eyes have fallen shut, pleasure painted across -

-there to keep Valanthe still.

Altair's thrusts become faster, moaning softly, breathlessly. He was close.

Valanthe is going to kill Altair like this. His hips keep pumping, his gaze locked on Valanthe. He can't look away.

Altair moves his hand to pet Valanthe's face, thumb moving to trace Valanthe's stretched lips.

Altair's other hand is at the back of Valanthe's head, holding strong -

Valanthe is just so... Inspiring.

Altair begins panting softly, fingers now tugging in Valanthe's hair, holding his head steady as he begins fucking the prince's throat.

Molten heat was building in his belly, and he needed to chase it.

And who is Altair to deny a prince his desires?

Altair slowly pulls his hips back, pulling his cock from Valanthe's mouth, watching the process with wide, dark eyes.

Then he's thrusting back in.

Slowly, he picks up a rhythm.

Valanthe is going to ruin Altair like this.

He chokes as Valanthe takes more of his cock into his mouth, and then further down his throat.

A needy, shaky moan leaves him, and his hips buck forward despite himself.

The hint of a whimper leaves him; the attention to the head of his cock is making him weak.

His hips twitch, and he drops his hand down to squeeze the back of Valanthe's neck.

If Altair could save the image of Valanthe staring up at him with those big dark eyes, and his cock in Valanthe's mouth...

Another curse leaves Altair's lips, soft yet sharp. Would he ever get used to Valanthe's mouth?

His cock twitches on Valanthe's tongue, and Altair's breathing comes in more heavily, if still rather controlled.

Altair has his gaze downward, watching Valanthe as if mesmerized.

Altair shudders, leaning to prop one hand on the tree behind Valanthe.

His fingers tighten slightly in Valanthe's hair.

"Oh-h..."

A bonus indeed.

"S-so long as you... enjoy it..."

-carefully working out any knots he comes across.

No one's quite been able to gain Altair's attention quite like Valanthe, blowjob or no.

Altair exhales a shaky breath, gently pushing his hips forward into the pressure of Valanthe's face.

"I've... Never had someone so... Taken with me."

His fingers are steady in petting through Valanthe's hair,-

Which in turn has Altair's breath catching in his throat. Doesn't Valanthe just look so pretty down there like that.

He shivers hard, heat shooting to his gut.

"Fuck--."

He reaches out to pet through Valanthe's hair.

....... Well, I suppose......... If we aren't in any danger......

I've never doubted my resolve before this moment...

"I'm sure we will. There are long stretches of land without towns or villages."

Altair appreciated those who were philosophers and romantics. He tended to be a pragmatist, and while he wouldn't call himself simple-minded, he tended to keep his thoughts grounded.

............. Hhhhh.

Altair watches Valanthe as he speaks. Such beautiful thoughts. Valanthe had a poet's heart.

"... I suspect we shall be watching the stars together quite a bit."

"Oh?" He glances over at Valanthe.

"Starlight. No one but us... I can't say I've camped with... A paramour before. I hadn't considered it."

"Correct. There will be many nights with us under the stars."

At least they were beginning their journey in spring. Winter would have been difficult.

Now now.
Patience.