Swordfight of the Flesh [R18]

With the distraction in place, the two princes were able to slip away from the crowds and tuck themselves away around a pillar. A moment's privacy shrouded them both in a calm, hidden from the eyes of anyone but each other. Ali held something in his hand, split in half to share. "I noticed you weren't eating. It's not much but do try and have more. There's no reason for a prince to be starving."

"Are you trying to poison me? Or did you steal it from the marketplace?" Snow teased with a smile as he took what was offered. Bright, ripe, and red - an apple was all Ali had brought for them. "Do you remember that old story my mother would tell the three of us before bed? And then your father would tell a much different one where the apple healed the sick instead of killing whoever ate it?" He bit into his half eagerly, realizing just now how hungry he was.

"How could I not? My sister asked our parents to tell your kingdom's version almost every night after the first time. Rather silly, don't you think? Such a simple fruit yet both our lands had a story about it? I wouldn't be surprised if far away lands unknown have the same tale, or something similar at the very least. They are just stories told to entertain children, in the end."

"Afraid I must disagree," Snow chimed with a gleeful smile aimed at the other. "Folktales are a wonderful source of culture and philosophy of one's homeland. We both know a story involving a magic fruit, but think about it! In one tale the apple is a symbol of hope, life, and brotherhood. Meanwhile, another treats the apple as a token of despair, death, and jealousy. They teach children the values of family, to be wary of strangers, and reflect our people's outlook on matters of conflict or competition."

Although he was listening, Ali could only roll his eyes and smirk at Snow. "Even grown-up, you still have your head in the clouds." His words were harmless, the look in his eyes, saying that it was just playful teasing as always. "When will you finally make it snow from way up there? Do tell me. I'm waiting for you to cast a blizzard."

"Is that supposed to be a poetic way of saying you'll like to hear me talk forever?"

"Is it working?"

The two shared a laugh.

"I'll send a blizzard after you only if you enclose me in an inferno."

"I think that can be arranged," Ali said as he offered the rest of the fruit to Snow, which he took without question. "Could warm you up right here and now," he suggested before reaching a hand down and cupping Snow's cock through his breeches.

Swiftly, Snow pinched the apple between his teeth as his hand grabbed Ali's wrist. Gagged protests were made - protests that Ali ignored.

"Shhh," he whispered, leaning in close. His breath tickled Snow's ear. Ali's body pressed up against his love, guiding him to back up against the pillar. "They're all distracted by their little sword fights, and you're just having a snack. Meanwhile, I'm just helping my gracious host," he snickered. He had always been the playful and bold type. Ali gave Snow a cheeky smile, showing his teeth. His chest pressed into Snow's, and his hand moved, feeling up and down the other's pants as he bucked his hips forward, all the better to grind into him.

"It's been months. I can't wait any longer."

Snow dared not let himself get too excited, lest his moans are heard. He held the fruit between his teeth to silence himself. His jaw tensed, teeth clenched into the dense core. Juice began to drip down the side of his chin. He felt his cock harden to Ali's touch, and his skin set ablaze with kisses being trailed down his neck as Ali undid his collar. Snow raised both hands to hold Ali back, thumb gripping at his muscular arms.

"Wanted to feel me that badly," Ali teased as he flexed his muscles. "Well then, by all means, touch all you want." He guided Snow's hand to touch him through the folds of his robe. Upon finding the other's arousal easily, Snow shuddered, stunned. This shameless bastard, Ali! He wasn't wearing anything under his formal attire. He must have half-planned for this kind of encounter to happen.

Snow groaned, but relaxed, and his fingers curled around Ali to give him a few slow, gentle strokes.

"That's it. Good boy," Ali mused before giving Snow another kiss. His hands went back to work, unbuttoning his breeches.

This had been on Ali's mind ever since their family's elephant passed through the city gates. Even during their time in the garden, he had been repressing the urge to not claim Snow. Just the idea of bending him over the stone well and disrobing him had gotten Ali excited, that is until he slipped from the overhead and fell into the murky water. This time there would be no distractions. No more waiting.

Ali unbuttoned Snow's breeches and shuffled them down with his underwear until Snow's cock slipped out, rose, and seeped against his hand. One hand took hold of Snow's dick, and the other reached around to grab at his ass. "Looks like you couldn't wait, either." He kissed the prince's cheek again and began to toy with him as the crowds cheered for whoever had won the first duel. Ali angled himself carefully so that Snow's cock would rub and throb in his hand, and rub up against his wrist and forearm each time he pumped.

His finger dug around Snow's firm ass, reaching across the skin into his crack until he found his way to rub and press at his hole. Snow jerked himself forward, excited, to which Ali pinned him back against the pillar, and rocked his hips, humping into Snow's hand. "Behave yourself," he cooed. Rich, coming from the one who didn't show any concern for decency or privacy. Ali circled the tip of his finger slowly around the ring of Snow's hole before giving it a few pokes. He smirked into his kisses as he felt the prince shiver against him, and continue stroking his cock under his robe. "That's it. That's my snowflake. Melting for me."

Many nights he had pleasured himself, thinking of Snow when they were apart, but nothing could ever be equal to the real thing. His icy touch around his pulsing weapon, the taste of his excitement lingering on his skin, and the feel of Snow melting in his grip - Ali was just as hypnotized in his lust as Snow, who was struggling to keep himself steady, humping into Ali's hand.

He'd never admit it, but Ali knew Snow was just as pent up and lust-crazed as he was. Snow just carried himself with more restraint and modesty. The minute he engaged was when Snow would lose himself.

Ali pushed forward and the tip of his finger was absorbed inside. It was crude to enter so hastily, and dry, but Ali was impatient and needy, wanting to feel his love's heat encase any part of him. If only that finger was his dick, he thought. He felt Snow's body weaken, and his loins thump with anticipation. They were both getting close. Not just yet. There was still plenty Ali had planned for right then. Just feeling Snow stir and wiggle in his arms from a little fingering made Ali want to spin him around, press him into the wall, and take him.

The cheers from the court just on the other side were a cruel, frustrating reminder that they didn't have a lot of time. Duels normally didn't last long.

He clenched his hand and curled his finger. He prodded at Snow's insides and felt his prince's anus twitch and tighten around him. Snow gasped, gagged by the apple in his mouth. An abrupt crunch and the fruit fell from his lips, him having bit through it completely. He was almost choking with his mouth full.

Snow spilled his seed across Ali's hand and wrist. He had always been the weaker one of the two, Ali thought.

He removed himself from Snow and brought his hand up to lick the prince's juices off, smiling, looking him in the eye as he did so.

Snow coughed when he finally swallowed the chunks of fruit and huffed soft, slow pants. His gaze fell on his hand, still feeling up and down Ali's cock. His tongue stretched across his face to lick at the apple juice that stained his chin. "Do it," he heard Ali say. He blinked, looking back up at him as he lapped the last bit of seed from his hand. Snow understood what Ali had been thinking, and he gulped.

The prince dropped to his knees, and Ali softly patted the top of his head. "That's it. How I missed this - this sight of you, being with you like this," he said as he rocked himself forward. The red, spearheaded tip of his cock tapped and kissed Snow's lips. He gave a taste of his pre-cum before entering his mouth.

Long, smooth strides were made. Ali was firm in fucking Snow's mouth, but he was not cruel or selfish. He'd let the other prince adjust, get used to it all before pushing deep. The way Snow's tongue massaged his shaft, and the warmth of his throat enclosed around would send Ali to another world. He grunted as he watched Snow swallow his cock. His balls swung in his thrusts and slapped against Snow's chin with a delicate pop. He was a vision, Ali thought.

How he wanted to stick himself somewhere else and hear Snow moaning his name as he stabbed into him. Or at least to pull himself from Snow's mouth to paint the prince's face white with seed. Maybe he had been too impatient, knowing he couldn't do that here. He could imagine it just by looking at his love, seeing him like he was now, on his knees. Ali imagined the wanton look on Snow's face, cheeks flushed pink, as his load shot over him, splattering into his open mouth, thick spurts decorating his complexion, and pearls dripping into his ebony hair. He thought of dragging Snow to his feet and throwing him into the court so everyone could see that Snow belonged to him, and no one else.

He wanted it. He wanted it. He wanted it! HE -

Ali grabbed a fistful of Snow's hair and pushed his face down. His muscles tensed, his cock flexed in sharp, rough pokes that reached to the back of Snow's throat. He emptied his balls in the prince's mouth. Not here, he thought as clarity returned to Ali's senses.

Two. Three. Four spurts were fed to Snow. He watched the other as Snow swallowed, and then continued, making sure to leave Ali's cock sleek and clean when he pulled himself off. Not a drop was spilled. "Enchanting," he huffed as he helped Snow to his feet. "You won't read about that in any fairy tale."

The prince rose to his feet and they both swiftly began to straighten themselves, tucking their instruments of pleasure back in their clothes. "You always did get bored unless there was an unexpected twist," Snow said back with a shy, snark laugh. They kissed and their tongues met, deep and passionate. The crowds cheered as the third duel came to an end.

Their moment was over, and it was time to return to their duty. Ali would go off to meet and mingle among the natives of Stone Roll, leaving Snow to finally attend a dance with Princess Paribanu.