Shelley's fingers slipped in their urgency, landing on the small of Orlando's back, spread with the palms pressing down firm as their mouths continued to tangle in soft moans. The young prince felt a stirring deep and forgot all else around them. He slowly started to rub himself against Orlando, their clothing making a harsh sound in the night air that was otherwise filled with only hot moist kissing.
Orlando growled, deep and low in his throat...this was driving him to madness. Between the wine and the closeness, he felt as though he were in a dream. He'd wanted to have Shelley on his lap this way for a hundred years, and now as he moved with Shelley, he was very conscious of his raging arousal. The growl brought a tinge of red to the prince's cheeks, but he was far too caught in Orlando's seduction to let his innocence break him away. As Orlando shifted, Shelley gasped loudly, the distinct feel of his best friend's sex pressed against the thin material of his britches. Shelley pulled back slightly, looking Orlando in the eye and panting hard. He knew what Orlando wanted and long fingers reached for the captain's belt.
"Do you know what you're doing, my friend?" Orlando whispered, his voice thick with lust. He wasn't quite sure he knew what he was doing, himself.. He knew he should stop the young prince before this went too far, but no further words came from him as lust and desire for the young prince over took his senses.
"No..but I know I don't want to stop." Deep blue eyes looked away from the belt and back up into Orlando's eyes. Shelley loosened the belt and slipped his hands over the flat of his companion's belly, moving the olive green tunic upward. "Just.. do what your heart says Orli.." The wine had loosened Orlando's tongue. "My heart says that is wants you, and that it always has, and that I would not die without you knowing." He kissed Shelley again and lifted his arms so the tunic could be easily removed, then reached for the ties on Shelley's tunic. So many times had the two been naked together, in play by a stream, swimming...but never before had the revelation flesh been so erotic...so delicious. The removal of clothing couldn't go fast enough for Shelley and he started down the other end of the tunic, nearly tearing it from his shoulders. The wine was pumping through his veins, and for a moment he felt dizzy with the heat of it, laying his head on Orlando's chest, his fingers moving lightly over the other's spine. Orlando held Shelley up against him and stroked his long blond hair, his cool, pale shoulders, his lips chasing over the younger elf's brow, his own skin shivering in anticipation. Shelley was more intoxicating than even the King's best wine. The prince lay against his captain, thinking suddenly of the time he had been deathly ill with the fever moral man had brought in one of there visits and how his mother and Orli had stayed with him through it all. How Orlando had held his hand and kept watch.. how safe he felt. The prince tightened his hold on his companion and ran lips over his throat, sucking softly.
Orlando tossed his head back and groaned, his leggings seemed too tight, too confining, and they slipped further down his hips, baring more flesh. His fingers wanders over the waist of Shelley's, peeling them down as much as he might with them both seated on the floor this way. Shelley started to giggle, rather like a girl and fell back crawling a short distance away, loosing more and more clothing as he went because the older elf had not let go of his leggings. By the time Shelley reached his goal of the last remaining bottle of wine, all that remained was a thin vale of undergarment. The prince hooked his fingers around the wine bottle and opened it, taking a swill and rolling his tongue seductively over the mouth of it, eyes locked on Orlando.
Orlando's eyes were glued to him, his lips dry. He put out his hand and crooned, "Give it here, my sweet little trollop." Crawling slowly across the floor towards Shelley, his own leggings slid further and further down...and he wore nothing beneath them.
Shelley put his hand over his mouth, the fresh injection of wine making him blush violently as he caught sight of Orlando's pale ass. With a devil in his grin, Shelley started to pour the wine over his chest "Trollop am I? But I'm sweet as honey.." Orlando growled, then he lunged forward, pushing Shelley roughly down on the floor, and licking the wine from his chest, his tongue moved in broad, flat strokes, covering as much skin as possible. He teased at the Prince's nipples, then took them one by one between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make the prince cry out. "UGH!" Shelley threw his head back, wriggling under Orlando and bucking his hips against the other elf. He gasped like a fish, his own sex hardening the rest of the way. "Orrrli! " Biting his lips, he pushed his fingers into the blonde hair.
"You should know, my fine prince, that the captain of the king's watch does not back down from a challenge...or from an invitation." Chuckling, he slipped his hand between Shelley's legs, over that undergarment, and found the evidence of desire that he sought. Bright red now, Shelley twisted and wiggled like a fish on the hook, but the hand over him was not pushed away.. In fact, the younger elf pushed his hardened length into the hand and locked eyes again."Are you sure you can handle that sword while intoxicated my friend?"
"I can handle it, and put it through its paces, and sheathe my own at the same time." Roughly he tore away Shelley's undergarment, then took that flesh into his hand to prove that his words were more than bluster. "But you blush like a virgin maiden, little boy ... are you afraid?" Partly, the prince was, but he also trusted Orlando with every fiber of his being. Shelley whimpered just slightly as the other elf's warm hand closed over him and his legs shot open wide. Panting as he lay on his back, he pushed his fingers up Orlando's thigh and down between to just barely tickle the hanging sacs there. "I trust you Orli..."
"I've wanted you for a long time, Shelley. I might not come back from this mission. We both know that." He stroked the prince boldly, his hand warm and encouraging. Shelley's eyes softened at the romantic speech and he felt his lips quiver. He wanted to hold Orlando..to keep him from his mission and to himself. Leaning up, he kissed his old friend firmly.. deeply.. and his fingers curled around Orlando's thickness that lay between as gently as he would his own....those long nights..when he thought of doing this very thing. "I.. Orlando.. .I..." He wanted so much to say that word.. but it was stuck in his throat.
"Shhh, don't speak. Just touch me. I am yours... I always have been. Do whatever you like... Yes..." The older blonde closed his eyes with the pleasure of it, his own hand continuing to offer pleasure to the prince...he moved between Shelley's legs, above him, closer. Shelley was loosing himself in the wine and the emotions, his long slender fingers gliding over the shaft, teasing the ridges and pressing the crown against his own so that they could stroke together. The prince licked at his lips .. his chest heaving with rough breath. "I give myself to you tonight.. freely.." "This gift is unparalleled, " the other whispered as he rubbed against Shelley, then he moved lower, poised at the prince's tender entrance, pushing against it so he could show Shelley what he meant to do."Have you loved with a male this way before? I do not wish to hurt you." Shelley curled his arms around his captain's shoulders and parted his thighs further as he had seen other couples do. He smiled up into Orlando's face and scratched his nails up and down the other elf's back. At the push, he tensed some, parting his lips and a small look of fear over his perfect features. "No..but I want you still. The only way this could hurt, is if you left me without letting me share this with you." "Relax, my love. It will hurt less and the pleasure will follow." Orlando entered the prince's body very slowly groaning from it being so hard not to sink right in, when he was aching with such need. His hands still stroked the prince's staff, keeping his pleasure alive as he leaned over him and felt the little opening start to give way. Shelley couldn't stay still.. the fullness of Orlando's cock was like nothing Shelley had experienced before.. He cried out as the tight rings were stretched and clamped his eyes closed, his hands clutching tight. "Orli! Oh Orli!" Panting hard, he tired to relax and gasped loud as Orlando slide firmly into him several inches. The prince bit down on his lover's shoulder and whimpered against the blinding pain.
"I swear I will lose control too soon at the sound of my name on your lips that way, Shelley!" Orlando gasped as he began to move his hips and make love to the prince in truth. He tried not to ride him too rough or too quickly, his heart soared with the knowledge that he was the first. As he became stretched and filled, Shelley started to relax, smiling and nipping wickedly at his new lover's chin and throat, then fell back silent except for the steady stream of moaning and panting. He began to feel the pleasure of being impaled and scratched at Orlando's pale moon cheeks, trying to draw him in deeper. "If only I had known it was like this... "
"We could have been doing this for a hundred years already, but it is my fault. I have been too shy to touch you before... I worship you, Shelley Greenleaf ... and now you know... And now you know why your father would keep us apart..." Faster and faster grew the motions as he thrust in and out of the tender, lithe body. Pain and sadness filled Shelley's eyes...
"My father.. is sending you away..because of.. this?" He clutched his lover tightly, more determined than ever to make tonight count. He tightened himself around Orlando and rocked his hips down against the thrusts that were coming a little harder now. Soft grunts slipped form Shelley's lips each time Orlando pushed up into him. " I wont let him separate us.."
"You'll be all right, Shelley. And I'll come home to you... how can the memory of this night fail to keep me alive?" At that moment, his pinnacle came and he shuddered, clinging to Shelley's body as silver silk filled the prince's tightness. Orlando nearly collapsed on top of the young prince and Shelley joined his lover, sharing his warmth over the hand that stroked him. As they both relaxed, Shelley ran fingers up and down Orlando's slender back. "You have to come back.. Knowing this now.. you just have to." It was soft and mumbled, as sleep slowly over took the young elf, arms still locked around the captain of the guard.
Orlando licked his hand off, but he didn't want to move. His own eyes were drifting shut. " I have loved you...all my life.." he murmured. "Or at the outside, all of yours..."