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Alester is so close to coming when there's a knock on his door. He jolts to, letting go of his dick as if burnt.
"W-what is it?" he asks, voice uneven and squeaky.
The servant enters Alester's room just as he's sitting up, yawning as if he was rudely woken up from his delightful slumber - hoping to conceal his shortness of breath, flushed face, and boner.
"Your mother the queen summons you," the servant says. They make no sign of noticing the prince's predicament.
Alester groans, slumping forward. "But I have no duties scheduled for today!"
"You are expected in the main hall as soon as you can make it."
"Fine, fine, I'll be there. Just let me get dressed."
Alester waits until the click of the door before he flings the covers aside to survey the damage. His cock has softened a little and he's completely lost momentum, there's no way he can finish his wank before he's gotta go do whatever his stupid mom wants from him. He sighs. He keeps lightly touching himself through fabrics while getting dressed. He shouldn't, he knows this, it'll only make it worse… but it's really hard not to.
A couple days ago he came across the stable boy and the kitchen boy engrossed in… activities. 'Came across' makes it sound very casual and accidental and not like he's been actively looking for them so that he can observe their makeout sessions. The first time really was accidental, noises from the pantry when Alester had snuck off to the kitchen for some extra snacks. The door was barely ajar, enough for the young prince to get a peek at the older teens going at it. He had never seen anything quite like that before, but it made him feel some kind of way. He hadn't dared staying too long, but he could not stop thinking about it. The touches, the noises… He wanted to see more. To know more. So yeah, maybe he went to the kitchen a little more frequently after that, for more than just snacks… Only to make a beeline for his room after, ashamed, but not ashamed enough as he caressed his dick about it, figuring out how to make himself feel good.
The other day Alester had found the boys doing more than exchanging hickies. He never had a good view of them, always incomplete glimpses from wherever he was hiding - but he could see the stable boy on his knees, his head moving as it was being pushed towards the kitchen boy's groin, and there were moans, panting, slurps, even muffled gagging noises - and the sight of it shook Alester to his core like lightning, thrill and curiosity coursing through his veins like a spell. His own hand was inside his pants before he even noticed what he was doing, almost letting out a moan of his own, and he immediately slapped his mouth shut. He had never felt this aroused in his entire life before.
And so, he could barely stop jacking off for four days straight. He couldn't stop thinking about what it must be like, having someone take your dick in their mouth. It must feel heavenly. More confusing was how appealing it seemed to be the one to suck someone off. How it must be to have someone grab his hair, to shove his head around… To be touched, to be manhandled… Alester wondered if he would ever get to find out for himself. Maybe when he got older. In the meantime, he didn't mind exploring the fantasies.
At least he would if he didn't get summoned .
He can only hope his hard-on is inconspicuous enough when he gets downstairs. It has been imprisoned by several layers of clothing, and the bottom of his tunic hangs loose around his nether regions. Besides, his libido is sure to dissipate by whatever task he'll be set to do. It's a waste of good boner, but there's no way-
Nevermind. There is absolutely a way.
Next to his mother in the main hall stands a handsome man, tall and broad-shouldered, with an easy smile at his disposal. Alester cannot explain why, but the sight of the man's broad hands sends his blood rushing towards his crotch.
"There you are," his mother the Queen says. "This is ambassador Jarozmar from Skaliska, here for our banquet tonight. Jarozmar, this is my son Alester."
"A, a pleasure," Alester says. He does not whimper.
His mother does not raise an eyebrow at his unusual display of politeness, but it's a near thing. "Alester, would you be so kind as to show Jarozmar around the castle?"
The Queen looks as if she's ready to justify her request, to explain how all of his siblings are busy, how she herself has much to handle regarding the banquet in question, that it would be good for Alester to practise his diplomacy skills - but there's no need.
"I would love to," Alester says with a palm to his chest and a bow, just like he's been taught.
The Queen seems stunned, but only for a fraction of a second. "Very well. I will see you later, Ambassador."
Alester is suddenly alone with the tall and handsome man. He had not thought this through.
"It is very nice to meet you, Prince Alester," says Jarozmar, and oh gods his voice reverberates through Alester's bones, and when he clasps their hands together in greeting it is like hot bathwater running down his back, raising goosebumps along his arms.
"Li- likewise," Alester says. He doesn't know what's wrong with him. His face feels flushed as he starts, "so this is the main hall, where we greet guests such as yourself…"
Alester thinks he does a pretty good job. He doesn't usually, especially not on purpose, but today he's hanging on to any distraction the castle's layout can provide. Every now and then he catches Jarozmar looking at him, and every time he's seized by the urge to cover up the boner that has not at all gone away. He managed not to, and he tells himself that he's in a certain headspace and the ambassador is not at all dragging his eyes across his body like a decadent meal, he's making it up in his head because all of his blood is in his dick. Jarozmar is just a friendly and professional diplomat, and Alester is a horny teenager.
"This is yet another library," Alester says as they enter the tower library. The tour probably doesn't need to be this granular - Jarozmar doesn't show it, but surely he must be sick of being dragged along to every irrelevant enclosure by now - but Alester does not want it to end just yet. He can't explain it, he's desperate to return to his room so he can finally touch his dick again, but he's loath to give up on Jarozmar's presence. It's like he's radiating heat Alester is desperate to bask in.
"There's nobody in here," Jarozmar comments.
"It's quite out of the way for most of our residents, although my sister Aslin seems to favour it." It's lucky that she's not here right now. It would've been embarrassing to have her fawn over the handsome ambassador. "It's got most of her favourite fairytales. What I like about this place, however, is the view."
Alester opens up the balcony, and the fresh air is a relief. He's been feeling sweaty and restless all day, and it's only gotten worse. He lets out a breath as he leans on the balcony rail, the capital sprawling out beneath him and before him.
"It is quite the view," Jarozmar agrees behind him.
Instead of standing next to him as Alester expected him to, two muscular arms settle on each side of the young prince, large hands resting on the rail. There's a wall of heat at his back. Alester tenses.
"Quite the lovely city," the ambassador's deep voice vibrates through Alester, "with quite the lovely prince."
"Sir?" Alester tries to say, but it barely comes out as a whisper.
"You have been very accommodating," sayd Jarozmar, dragging one of his hands up Alester's arm. Alester shivers. "You've truly given it your all to welcome me into your home."
"A-ah," Alester whimpers as he feels the large, warm hands caress him. "I only-"
Hands running down his sides. Hands on his chest. Hands on his hips. Alester's brain stops working. His world gets reduced to the heat seeping through his clothes, the stimulating pressures.
"You only what?" Jarozmar purrs against his ear, and before Alester can answer, Jarozmar gently grabs a fistful of his hair, pulling his head to the side.
Alester moans.
"Tell me," Jarozmar says and lays lips to his neck.
Alester can't say anything. The sensation of sucking on his neck sends spikes of pleasure directly to his cock, and he feels his undergarments getting damp. He squirms involuntarily, causing the man behind him to crowd him closer, to pin him against the railing. He feels the large man flush against his back with nowhere to escape.
"I, I just," Alester tries again bravely, "I - ah!"
A hand is dipping underneath his tunic. Warm fingers touch his abdomen directly, and Alester cannot hold on to his remaining faculties. He's never been touched like this before. He's never been wrapped up in a heat like this. It's intoxicating.
"Well, aren't you a sensitive little thing," Jarozmar coos. "Surely I'm not the first person to indulge you like this?"
"Uh," Alester pants, "I've never…"
"Never? Nobody? With all the looks you've been giving me, and all the empty rooms you've been taking me to, I was sure you were a well-practised, consummate slut." With that last word, the ambassador's hand dips inside Alester's undergarments.
It's only the briefest of touches, a brush of fingers, and Alester comes with a strangled cry.
Jarozmar laughs while Alester catches his breath. "I see. I was only wrong about the well-practised part, but I can help you out with that."
Carefully, the hand in Alester's pants wraps around his still hard cock. It's a little overwhelming, but not unwelcome, and Alester can not help the moans slipping through his lips. The hand doesn't move, but with the other hand tugging at his hair to bare his neck for an onslaught of kisses and nibbles, he starts rutting into it himself.
"Yes, that's it, pretty prince," encourages Jarozmar. "Feels good, doesn't it? You seem very pent up, poor dear. Nobody has taken care of you."
Once Alester has established his pace, Jarozmar starts jerking him off. Alester convulses. The feeling of someone else's palm around his cock, the way he has no choice but to relinquish control of his pleasure, overwhelms him. His hips buck, his knees give out - the only thing keeping him upright is the body pressing him against the railing. A line of drool falls to the garden below him.
It's dizzying. The height, the barrage of pleasure, the disbelief of the situation Alester finds himself in. Is this really happening to him? Is he really letting someone touch him like this? Are there really someone else's hands pleasuring him, tugging at his dick, caressing his curves, pulling at his hair, are there really moans and pants coming out of his mouth? Can he really feel this good?
He feels teeth on his neck, and yes, apparently he can. Pleasure peaks within him, and he creams his pants again.
"Oh, you're a natural," the ambassador rumbles. "Makes me want to…" Alester can feel a hard bulge pressing up against his ass. "How do you feel about that?"
Alester doesn't quite know how to answer - he doesn't understand the question, but also he can make an educated guess, and he should say "no thank you, tour's over" - but he doesn't want to say that. He wants to know. He wants to learn.
"Well?" Jarozmar asks, and steps back to give Alester some breathing room - and Alester promptly topples over. "Oh, I see."
Jarozmar helps him sit up, stroking his hair. "Maybe you should rest a little bit."
"No, I want to-" Alester croaks. "Please. I want to… That."
Laughing, Jarozmar peers down at him. "You want to what?"
Alester flushes. "I want to, uh… The thing. That you want to do."
"Do you now? You want to fuck? You want to get fucked?"
Alester nods.
"Right here on this balcony?"
Alester nods, even more eagerly. It's probably unbecoming of a prince, but it only made it more titillating.
"Can you undo my breeches, then? My hands are a little busy."
Both of the ambassador's hands are in Alester's hair, stroking and lightly pulling. Alester scooches closer, and with shaking hands works out the knots, setting his bulge free. He pulls down the underwear as well, and suddenly he has a foreign cock right in his face.
"Mmm, now that's a good prince. Who would have thought one of Elianora's would be such a slut."
The hands are holding his head tight now, steering him towards the cock, and Alester doesn't know what else to do, so he opens his mouth for it.
Jarozmar groans as his tip gets eveloped by the young prince's mouth. "By the gods," he pants.
Alester tries fitting more of it inside him, but his mouth feels so full already, and he's drooling and almost gagging, and he doesn't know where to put his tongue, but when he feels the grip on his hair, when he feels the shallow thrust - he knows he's hard and leaking again.
"Oh, that's it, give it a suck, yes, fuck, like that," Jarozmar rambles above him, distant like a dream. "You're going to be so good at this. I'll visit every month just to help you practise. Fuck!"
Alester is in a daze when he is suddenly left gaping, nothing in his mouth but drool. Jarozmar is holding his cock in a vice grip, trying to collect himself.
"I promised you a fucking," he says. "Can you stand?"
Alester nods, and clambers upright, holding tight to the railing in case his knees betray him.
"Good. Turn around and brace yourself. It's going to feel good, I promise."
Alester turns around, gazing across the city. It's beautiful, and he must look like a mess. His breeches get undone and pool around his feet.
He can feel the slicked up cock entering him. He's not sure what he expected, he didn't even know for sure how it was going to happen. There's friction and pressure and a bit of pain, but he succumbs to it. His own cock is still leaking. He hears the grunts behind him. The cock goes in deeper and deeper, and it feels like there's no way it'll fit, but it keeps going in. The sensation is strange, but Alester thinks… he can get hooked on this. He likes the hands on his hips. He likes the- oh, what was that?
Jarozmar thrusts into him and there's that sensation again. Another thrust, again. And again.
The pace keeps picking up. It almost seems as if Jarozmar had gentle intentions at first but is unable to hold back. He slams into Alester with a ferocity, and Alester doesn't protest - he couldn't even if he had wanted to. He's almost fully bent over the railing, his long hair is flying every which where, and there's something building up inside him, like a fire eating up a house, his brain is completely gone but there's cock in his belly, and it keeps pistoning into him - if there's people in the garden right now, they can probably see him. They can probably hear him. They can hear him throw all of his royal decency away. He's just a ragdoll, he has no power over what's happening to him, he's twitching and squirming in the iron grip of the ambassador pounding into him. He'll have bruises all over and he wants to ask for more.
"Yeah that's it, little prince, clench around my cock, yes, just like that. Fuck, so good."
Alester can't tell if he's come multiple times or not already when his toes curl and more liquid splurts out of his cock. Then he is hit by a wave of sparks and stars, and he shakes and gasps, and the thrusting becomes erratic as Jarozmar drives deep inside him to release his own load. Alester moans at the feeling of getting filled up, with the hand against his belly touching up the bulge.
He crumples up like a wet and dirty rag when Jarozmar pulls him off his cock.
"That was really good," Jarozmar says, tucking himself back into his breeches. "Thanks for the tour, kid."
Alester is left leaking and half naked on the balcony floor, his head and insides feeling equally rearranged.
Alester opens the pantry door wide open. The kitchen boy and the stable boy jump apart immediately, looking like they were having a completely normal conversation with their dicks out.
"Your Highness! We-"
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell on you," says Alester. "Do you have room for one more?"