Niccolo's Young Prince

Chapter III

Everything was suddenly so hot. His face, his body even his hair was hot. The kiss engulfed him into the world he had come to be familiar with but it felt new.

Niccolò bit his lower lip to gain entry into his mouth, the young prince willingly opened his mouth inviting Niccolò 's tongue, a moan escaped his mouth as their tongues met. With a leg between the young prince's legs, Niccolò started rubbing the young prince's groin earning him more silent moans from the younger man. The young prince hands found their way to Niccolò long mane and grabbed a handful of his hair, this lead Niccolò to groan with desire and he aggressively kissed him and grinded on the young prince.

Their union communicated the need they had for one another, the desire to be one. They hadn't seen each other for a week due to the young prince being at the military grounds learning tactics of war from the general of his father's army. Niccolò had only glimpsed at him when he passed by the grounds on his way to the scholar hall. Now here he was in his arms and he will relish this moment get his fill of his young lord. Moans threatened to escape the bedroom with every touch and every pull. The young prince felt as if his body will explode with the lust emitting from his body. He had missed this, the touches the roughness and the desire he felt from Niccolò . He didn't want this moment to end.

He pushed Niccolò away from him. They locked eyes and he could see the lust swimming in those grey eyes, he pushed the scholar against the wall and got onto his knees. Niccolò eyed him, he could feel his groin grow with each second, the young prince lifted his robe and was received by his groin. The young prince looked at the scholar and with a nod his hot mouth swallowed the swollen sheath.

An involuntary gasp left Niccolò 's red lips he balled his hands into a fist and bit his lower lip to prevent him from groaning with pleasure. The young prince was talented, his mouth had a way of giving the scholar great pleasure. The young prince swallowed the swollen member, he then proceeded to move his mouth up and down the p***s. His hands caressing and squeezing the balls. He knew exactly how Niccolò liked it and without warning a warm bust of fluid oozed into his mouth. Niccolò heaved with pleasurable relief and his held the young prince's head in place off loading his latte in his mouth.

The young prince could feel his robe was soaked and his mouth was pounding with liquid. He swallowed all of Niccolò 's seed while looking at him. This gesture almost aroused Niccolò 's p***s again but they couldn't risk the guards hearing them. Niccolò helped the young prince to stand and lifted him up onto his arms. He carried him to the tub of bathing water at the end of the bedroom. He undressed the young prince placing him inside the tub, the cold water cooled the young prince , he watched the scholar as he undressed admiring his physique which was masculine and strong unless other scholars who valued their scrolls to being of health Niccolò always said a man is as much as their body as its it their mind. Niccolò joined him in the tub and they took turned bathing each other. They couldn't resist exchanging kissed and caresses as they bathed.

After a while the bathing was done and they were dried up. they sat on the bed looking at each other. Niccolò embraced the young prince, pulling him into his muscular arms breathing in his natural scent.

" How was the camp?" he asked

" My body still aches from the training," the young prince said with a chuckle ," my uncle made sure to give me extra attention,"

Niccolò traced his fingers along the young prince 's body writing secrets only his fingers could interpret

"I am sure he meant not harm," Niccolò concluded

"I know, it would be a shame if the King's heir couldn't handle combat, am much stronger thanks to him," the young prince said with a soft smile on his lips as he remembered how his uncle was patient with him and taught him well. He was grateful for him as he now had a few allies ready to help him maintain his throne. He used to wonder how he would rule if all he had were enemies but did not need to bother with those thoughts since he now had a circle of advisors and friends to aid his quest. Although, sometimes he found himself questioning their loyalty to him whether they wanted to manipulate him to control the throne or they had another motive. But he always stopped himself from venturing from such dark thoughts since they will discourage him from doing his best.

To banish those thoughts from resurfacing in his thoughts, he cuddled himself further into Niccolò 's arms drowning in his scent and warmth. They stayed like this for awhile until Niccolò reminded them that they were needed at the dinner hall and they both shuddered with the thought of being late, the King will definitely have their heads. They got up and wore their clothes and gave each other a once through to make sure no one will suspect the scandalous rendezvous.

With shout to the guards, the bedroom doors were opened and they begun their way to the dinner hall. Each step heavier than the last , the silence between then would deafened Chianti mountains. Although they had nothing to fear, begin in the presence of the King was daring enough especially with their relationship. They approached the dinner hall, chattering of voice could be heard. The King's court was known for its merry making, Lorenzo was a man of pleasure, he enjoyed an entertaining dinner from music to performances. He did not want to be bored and woo on those who failed to entertain the King, their heads would be one with the pigs.

The door opened, and all heads turned to the new entries. Whispers flew about, the music came to a stop as well. The King fixed his eyes on his son, his heir apparent and scowled but his face soon lit up when he looked at Niccolò . The whole kingdom had come to know of the King's adoration of his scholar, most even speculated he wished to have him as a son. Moreover, some nobles were rooting for the King to appoint his as his heir, majority of the kingdom would not object thou he was a foreigner. The young prince and Niccolò took their seats and the music became more upbeat and the nobles went back to laughing.

" Peiro!"