Dunk and Valarr making out sloppy style, out in public, in full view of any one passing by, and their not even trying to be quiet about it. Moans fill the air and every so often a gasp rips out of their mouths after careful nips turn into full on bites to each other's lips. Their grunting and rolling around on the floor, hands pulling the other along and gripping tight till their is no space left to occupy between them. Eventually Valarr ends up on top and presses his full body to hold Dunk down, Dunk could easily break away and switch them but he likes when his prince takes control.
Just thinking of the refined and gallant prince being so debauched and depraved in the public eye, no shame to be seen as he ruts up against this giant man. He's holding him down by his hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh and leaving red cresents to trail in his wake. Their left gasping in oxygen but deny themselves air just so they can continue to lip lock, hands roaming and clothes leaving their bodies, baring themselves to the world, completely oblivious to anyone but them. Dunk is stripped quicker than Valarr, Valarr makes sure to leave a hickey on every surface he can reach. Dunk in return rakes his nails down his princes back. Now their both in each others colours.
Later on their scuffed like misbehaving kittens and given a stern talking too. But teenage hormones are a friend to none.
