florian was a mess of ragged breath and sweat, and moans and broken words of love and lust. every bit of the generous and dignified prince in him was momentarily gone, replaced by a selfish and beastly thing that wanted nothing but the man under him—the man he had pinned. one hand gripped the wooden frame of his bed, which thudded softly with every thrust, while the other was wrapped around leo's throat. it wasn't a strong enough grip to hurt, but it was strong enough for leo to feel it: feel how much florian loved him, how much he loved fucking him, and how much he missed these nights together. the anxiety of being separated from him was gone now, and the joy of their reunion was making way back to this—to being inseparable, to wanting no one else except them.
soon enough, his thrusts began to quicken, and his moans turned into a growl. his thumb, which was pressing against leo's throat, began to move up to his lips—partly because he wanted him to feel as much of his lover as he was able, but also to muffle any noise as he fucked himself into leo. " f-fuck, leo. i'm so c-close. i-i'm... " his last words were then cut by a whimper as he climaxed inside of him. each move of his hips was deliberate now, each one delivering ropes of cum deep inside leo's hole. one thrust, two thrusts, three, four—until he finally emptied out, keeping himself still impaled in him as his cock softened, and as he rode the waves of pleasure that were still wracking his body. when he was done, he finally laughed shakily as he fell on top of leo, his lips finding the crook of his lover's neck to give him a kiss. " gods... have i already told you how much i missed this? "