Page 43 of Gilded Crown

He almost slipped in the wet grass when he spotted the Prince and thought he’d been left for dead by the creek.

Thank Elira, he wasn’t dead. He was sunning himself. Naked. He’d spread his cloak out on the grass and was lying on his back with his damp hair spread out and his eye patch next to him. He’d drawn up his left leg and appeared rather peaceful, likeeverything had been melted away by the rays coming down and making his hair gleam brighter than usual.

Jari’s flagging morning wood came right back as he stared at Prince’s slim body. He hadn’t liked thinking about the last time he’d seen Aurelius naked. Terrified wasn’t arousing to him, and he never wanted to see that expression again.

Now, all he could imagine was stroking the Prince’s waist, kissing the light ridges of his abs, and licking one of his pale nipples. After that, he’d lift the Prince’s legs, grip his hips, bury himself in that tight, perky, perfect little ass, and pound him until Aurelius’s cock spilled all over his stomach. Jari would lap it all up.

He wondered what sounds would come from those pretty pink lips or if Aurelius was one to swear as he came.

He was pretty sure he’d just leaked pre-cum in his drawers.

Aurelius suddenly turned his head and jumped. His eye grew wide as he sat up and yanked part of the cloak up to cover himself. “What the fuck are you doing?! Piss off!”

“Fuck.” Jari hurried back the way he came. He’d been staring with a huge tent at the front of his trousers like a creep. It could have only been worse if he’d been slack-jawed and grunting.

By the time Jari had made himself a bundle of clean clothes, Aurelius came back to their spot, dressed and fuming. “Why don’t you round off your morning by finding some maidens to spy on while they bathe? I’m surprised you didn’t have your hand down the front of your trousers.”

Jari, still partially sodden from the previous night, leaned against the tree they’d sat under and rubbed his forehead. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep all night, and I had bad dreams. I woke up, panicked because you weren’t there, and followed the path. I didn’t know you’d be naked. I’m sorry.”

Aurelius shook out yesterday's wet shirt that he must have washed in the creek. “How long were you there?”

“Like…a minute.”

Aurelius’s eye flashed at him. “So you stood there for a whole minute, staring at me like some kind of pervert?”

“I mean, it was just a few seconds! It’s not like I fucking counted.”

“Because you probably had no blood left in the head between your shoulders. You wouldn’t have been able to count past three even if you used your fingers to help.” Aurelius turned away and draped his wet shirt over a bush. “Go bathe. Maybe I’ll hide in the bushes and peep at you like a creep.”

“I’m not as gorgeous.” The comment slid out before Jari could think twice since too much blood was still between his legs. Aurelius turned his head and arched an eyebrow like incomprehensible words had been directed his way.

Jari grabbed his bundle and hurried off before he said anything else stupid.

When he undressed and stepped into the creek, the cold water around his legs didn’t do much to relieve his partial erection, and he kept picturing Aurelius naked on the bank. He gripped himself and imagined Aurelius’s slim fingers wrapped around his cock. Even better: the Prince’s legs wrapped around his waist with the only tension in his body being from an impending orgasm.

Jari jerked himself while he pictured Aurelius on his hands and knees, back arched, ass poked up, and taking it from behind while Jari gripped his hair. Fuuuck. It’d be a nice change to hear some moans from those pink lips instead of insults.

If he wanted to get his knife, sit on Jari’s dick, ride him like a horse, and do it like that, Jari would let him so they could walk that dangerous, exciting line.

Jari’s hips bucked as the orgasm raced through him. Cum spurted from his cock and into the water, not Aurelius’s perky ass. Jari tightened his jaw to keep quiet as the rest of thepleasure washed over him. After he milked out a last bit, he released his sensitive cock.

Maybe if he and Aurelius just fucked once to take care of needs, he’d get rid of these dirty thoughts that had a way of cropping up. It’d be out of his system.

If he asked, he’d receive another lip-splitting backhand to the face. No thanks. If by some tiny chance, Aurelius decided yes, because why not use Jari for something else, it probably wouldn’t be that good. He wouldn’t get to have the Prince’s legs locked around his waist and feel him gasping and coming undone. There wouldn’t be any Prince on his knees while Jari pumped himself in and out, pulled on that fucking gorgeous hair, and stroked his cock.

He probably wouldn’t even get on top with his knife and make it fun like that so Jari could explore his possible new kink.

Since Aurelius likely wouldn’t let a peasant enter his Royal Passage, it’d be Jari getting pounded. While facing away of course. How dare he think to look the Crown Prince of Nova in the face while they fucked? Maybe, if he was lucky, Jari would get the common courtesy of a reach around, but overall, it’d be mechanical as if he were a hole with no other purpose at the moment.

A twig snapped, and he froze. Wait. Aurelius wouldn’t really come peep, would he? Dear Elira, had he seen Jari rutting his hand like some peasant in the creek? He looked toward the bank but didn’t see anything.

“If you’re watching, piss off,” he snapped.

He didn’t hear anything else. Maybe it had been a bird. Aurelius was probably too busy fuming to peek at him. He grabbed the little cake of soap he’d left on the bank, wetted it, and started soaping up. More twigs cracked, and he froze as he scanned the trees and bushes.

Suddenly, two little furry faces with black rings around the eyes popped out of a clump of bushes, and he relaxed. Minkies wouldn’t hurt him, and they’d hardly care if he was naked. They were cute and harmless. Unless one took their food.

They ambled out of the bushes with their pointy ears swiveling and their whiskers twitching. Each was about a foot high, and their tiny bodies looked funny with their long, skinny arms and legs. They were suited for climbing mountains, trees, or whatever, and their agile tails helped. Both paused to eye him as they scratched at their short, grey fur.

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