Beware the tunes that touch your heart

Wordlessly the rope came around his forearm, allowing the older man to grab a fistful of Ala's hair, pushing the prince forward and shifting himself down to smash their mouths together. He took advantage of the initial shock - his tongue sliding into the princes mouth. He grunted, growling at the sweet taste of the princes tongue, turning his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue worked circles around the princes, swapping spit greedily. He only broke the kiss to turn his head the other way, biting the princes bottom lip till he opened again. He held the prince by the jaw, steadying him, allowing him to force his tongue as far as it could go with a hum, tempting to stroke his uvula and cause a reaction from the young prince.

The instructions were simple, but it took a moment for Ala's mind to catch up. His own kiss was fierce and short; a swift nip to the older man's bottom lip, just short of drawing blood, before Ala sucked it between his own. He tipped his head, as if to deepen things again, only to break the contact abruptly.

The second task was more difficult while kiss-drunk, but the prince managed after a false start. Cursing the leathers and furs, Ala revealed the soft unblemished skin of a noble to his audience, freckles and a light flush soon his only adornments. They had only kissed, and yet already he felt debauched.

He relished in the princes attempt to kiss him. He submitted his mouth to him, more teeth and fire then steely determination. But still, the drawing of blood to his lip made him grunt and twitch with anticipation. "Quite the mouth on ya lad. Can't wait to put it to good use." He promised before watching him undress.

He enjoyed again, the sluggish nature of which he moved. He was slow for a young prince, skin a milky cream.

"Look at you." He ran a hand down the princes chest, fingers glossing over two shiny piercings laid in each nipple. He ran his fingers over the nipples, moving on when they hardened to pinching them, rolling them between his fingers. A tease between pain and pleasure, eager to see the pink spin across the young princes face. "As naked as the day you were born. And letting me touch on you. A man as old as your father, no doubt. And a man whose name you do not know." He reminded the prince of his situation. it seemed only fair, that the shame would make him hard, and the prince desperate.

It was hard to tell what made Alaric squirm more, between the attention to his piercings and the reminder of his situation. Of course he was aware of how compromised he was, stripping off for a stranger- one who hadnt even threatened him as motivation. Hearing it said out loud, and so bluntly, made it impossible to pretend ignorance and denial laughable. His cheeks flushed with shame, even as his cock stirred from the open humiliation.

"I could get dressed." It was pointless to say, because they both knew he wouldnt. No, he was going to let the much older man debase him- not just let, participate in. Ala's hand tightened automatically, a firm squeeze to the 'present' he'd been guided to, and swallowed hard.

Wordlessly the rope came around his forearm, allowing the older man to grab a fistful of Ala's hair, pushing the prince forward and shifting himself down to smash their mouths together. He took advantage of the initial shock - his tongue sliding into the princes mouth. He grunted, growling at the sweet taste of the princes tongue, turning his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue worked circles around the princes, swapping spit greedily. He only broke the kiss to turn his head the other way, biting the princes bottom lip till he opened again. He held the prince by the jaw, steadying him, allowing him to force his tongue as far as it could go with a hum, tempting to stroke his uvula and cause a reaction from the young prince.

The instructions were simple, but it took a moment for Ala's mind to catch up. His own kiss was fierce and short; a swift nip to the older man's bottom lip, just short of drawing blood, before Ala sucked it between his own. He tipped his head, as if to deepen things again, only to break the contact abruptly.

The second task was more difficult while kiss-drunk, but the prince managed after a false start. Cursing the leathers and furs, Ala revealed the soft unblemished skin of a noble to his audience, freckles and a light flush soon his only adornments. They had only kissed, and yet already he felt debauched.