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THE STOLEN KISS

by lord oberon

Chapter 3

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Jon's POV

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Jon had not been alien to thinking of other men as attractive before. He had, but not in this manner. The way he looked at George now was different. And he could see how George looked at him...George clearly wanted him. Badly. It made a lump come in Jon's throat that was hard to push away, and he admitted that such a scorching look from the handsome thief had his heart pounding.

George was handsome. Sure, he had a big nose, but his eyes were gentle and tender, a confusing myriad of colors that were somehow hazel. And his smile was inviting and charming. It made Jon want George, even though he had never wanted a man like this before. He had never wanted to touch another man like this...

Like this. Jon let his fingers cascade down from George's neck, to slide down the ridges of collarbones. He rubbed a thumb over the man's nipples, experimentally, and found it resulted in a moan. Hmm. Good. George sounded so good when he moaned. He wanted it. The lust that Jon sensed from George made him feel lustful, too. Part of Jon was so nervous, scared, that he could want a man. But each moment with George responding positively made Jon feel like this was right. It felt good.

He had touched a woman like this before. He had got this feeling of rightness with women before; why not with a man? Jon slid his body down, down, and began to lick over George's body. The second his tongue was over those hard nipples George was moaning, and his hands buried in Jon's hair.

Jon smiled to himself and licked again. While he did that, he stroked George's sides softly with his fingertips. George was lean and strong, taller than Jon by only a couple inches. When Jon's tongue whispered out over George's body further down, licking harder, the man's legs suddenly moved. His left leg curled up, inward, so that his legs were squeezing around Jon's waist a little bit. And then Jon noticed the heat there, the hard length brushing up against Jon's belly and torso.

When Jon slid back over to straddle George, he felt it even more. George's cock was a waiting, wanting bulge that pressed up against Jonathan's thigh and even against his crotch a little. It made Jonathan lose his breath to feel it there. It was so strong, so thick, and so hard. He didn't know if it made him want it, or want nothing to do with it, so he just sat there, trying to regain his suddenly ragged breath.

* * * George's POV

George had almost let himself be caught up, too caught up, in the pleasure that Jon was giving and causing to whirl throughout his whole body. But he had to remember who this was, and how lucky he was to have Jon with him, here, in this moment.

He gently slid out from under the Prince’s body, and reached out to cup the boy’s soft cheeks. “Jon,” he whispered, “Jon…you’re beautiful.”

In response, the boy twisted around to give George a soft smile, and when George reached out, Jon just let him. Those blue eyes stared at George as he let his hand fall down Jon’s torso, and then grab a hold of the tunic hem and yank it up, up past scarred ribs and delicate bones, up past rounded shoulders and over the Prince’s dark head. Then George let his hands wander again. He explored the soft skin, the freckles on Jon’s strong arms, and the rings on those fingers. He stroked his fingertips gently down the boy’s chest, and coaxed a hiss as his thumb teased a rosy nipple.

When his hands landed on Jon’s belt, and his mouth began to slowly kiss Jon everywhere, Jon fell back. His moans filled the room as George kissed with his mouth open; he kissed over those firm biceps, over the long fingers, the scarred torso, licked at the hard nipples and registered a rumbling, lustful groan from deep within that pale throat.

Mmm. George was feasting here, feasting his eyes, his tongue, and his hands on Jon. When he moved to unbuckle the boy’s belt Jonathan sat straight up, his hands clamping down over George’s.

The wild look in Jon’s eyes said, no. It was a command. George decided, he couldn’t ignore it this time. Jonathan was a Prince, after all, with royal blood. Many thought that George Cooper, King of Thieves, cared nothing for the law of royal birth. And maybe, were he not in love with the prince, it would be so. But it wasn’t. Jonathan was George’s ruler, and would always be.

He smiled to hear the Prince’s sigh, as George brushed his hands over the soft skin of those youthful cheeks, to slide up into the glossy black locks of hair.

“Your eyes remind me of starlight,” he said, smiling at his prince.

Jon laughed, saying, “Why George, I didn’t know you to be an expert at love poetry as well as thievery.”

He traced that soft, rosy mouth, chuckling as Jon’s lips trembled. Had he never had anyone touch him like this, tenderly, with love? Had all those princesses only been with him in hopes they could gain a throne? Or had they kept their hands to themselves and simply serviced the young man with their bodies?

“I don’t claim to be an expert, Jon. I mean what I said. When I look at you, you’re like a bright light in my vision. Your eyes are like stars. I’m not trying to lure you in, by saying it. It’s the truth.”

I was trying to lure him in before…or, that was the plan, before I kissed him and made him angry. And now here he is on my bed…I’ll have that perfume scent, roses and sandalwood, in my bedroom for days now…

George slowly clambered to lay his body against the young man’s. He could feel beneath him the way Jon’s body wanted him, strained towards him. It was there in the ragged breath and the rumbling growl as George let his hands stroke up the Prince’s thighs, over the belt and up that lean torso. But he could also feel how Jonathan shook in his arms, simultaneously needy and nervous enwrapped in his embrace.

He reveled in the moment, sliding his fingertips up and down Jon’s back, up and over the boy’s shoulders. All the while those bright eyes were wide, the chest rising and falling in panting rhythm. George let his body slither up higher, to press against Jon’s. He was rewarded with a low moan, and those smooth fingertips clenching against his arms.

Slowly, George began to move a little bit. His thighs brushed over Jon’s, just a little, and then he sunk his body down more. He bit his lip in frustration, holding himself back from wilder movements; Jon’s hips fit so perfectly with his. George felt the lust thrum in his lower body, and Jon’s body responded with equal eagerness, the boy’s hard cock in his trousers teasing, hot and hard. George could feel it, yearning, as he lifted his body up and then pressed down again, grinding his crotch against Jon’s.

“Oh…George…” The Prince’s gasped response, as George moved faster, made George want to melt, melt his body into tenderness and love and lust for this beautiful creature who gasped and made the most wonderful sounds beneath him.

* * * Jon's POV

George felt so good above him. Jon closed his eyes, panting as the sensations rolled over him. The other man’s body straddled his, that hard cock throbbing against his. He wanted to touch George. He wanted George to touch him. He wanted to see that laughing mouth slide up his thigh, lick over his cock.

The thought of it made Jon moan, and he sat up. With George watching him, Jon reached out and placed the older man’s hand on his belt. “Please,” he breathed.

His heart pumped with excitement, and a silly smile slid over his face, as George acquiesced. Those large, warm hands were grabbing hold of the leather and sliding it through the straps. They maneuvered him so that his legs hung over the bed, and Jon’s eyes widened as the thief knelt down in front of him.

The flushed heat of lust combined with the flush of shyness on Jon’s face, as George slowly stripped him. The thief’s eyes glittered with a dark lust in them, as gently, he stroked his fingertips up Jon’s thigh. Those fingers were callused from work, from fighting, from stealing. Jon felt a shuddering gasp shiver its way through him as that gentle, precise touch slithered up his length.

Then, the man was pulling him forward. Those exquisite hands sunk down and around, to grasp the Prince’s buttocks, making Jon gasp the thief’s name. Oh, Mithros! He whimpered as that succulent mouth began to feather soft bites up and down his thighs.

* * * George's POV

George was a master of observation. He noticed the way Jon trembled. He noticed how, when his fingers wrapped around Jon’s cock, the boy moaned a low moan that came from deep within him. The boy’s thighs were so soft, and smooth against George’s tongue.

He couldn’t resist anymore. With a moan of his own – finally, this! – he let his tongue slide over the boy’s cock. Long fingers grasped his hair tighter now, pulling, but George didn’t mind it. He pushed his tongue up and down the Prince’s length, savoring the weight and taste of it, the soft heat.

What was more, the Prince was loud in his need. With his fingers tugging at George’s hair, he moaned. He rocked his hips forward the more that George’s tongue licked him, his soft voice cracking with lust as he murmured George’s name.

That sound…the Prince, crying out his name in want…Mithros, it made it hard for George to breathe. He had wanted this for so long! The strong, young body was before him, he was kneeled before Jon as servant to master, but beneath the ministrations of his tongue, the Prince was reduced to a mere boy, groaning for satisfaction.

“Ah! George,” he gasped, as George’s tongue wetted the boy’s length, wetted the hard, straining cock. The silky thighs rubbed over George’s cheek, again and again, as he sucked soft kisses up and down his Prince’s burgeoning lust.

He could feel his own heart pounding in his ears, and the sweat on his body, but George was focused on his mouth, on creating sensations that would make the boy cry out and shiver. As he sucked over the head and then finally slid the length into his mouth, he wanted to grin in success. The boy’s strong hips drove and rocked against him, thrusting faster and harder.

With his hands still on the boy’s buttocks, pushing over that soft skin, George gently scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin of his partner. In a low groan, the boy came, and George drank and licked the last with satisfaction.

When it was done, Jon pushed himself up onto the bed again, and held out a hand of invitation to George. Smiling, the thief took it, and lay down next to Jon.

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