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The "show up naked at your cross canon love interest's hole in the ground" meme [NSFW]

The
"Show up naked at your cross canon love interest's hole in the ground"
Meme!

> a notice
take: hal will have to consider this suggestion very carefully
jen: yes good :> do tell eric when you've come to a decision
jen: he eagerly awaits your reply
take: well the notice says to respond in person so
take: hal will just show up at your tree/hole in the ground/bar seat/general vicinity butt nakey
jen: ffjdslkjfa yes good this is prefered, hal. good man.
take: "is this what you meant?"
jen: now i want to thread that, take :|
take: ... is there a "show up naked at your cross canon love interest's hole in the ground" meme
jen: if there is not I WILL MAKE ONE X(

✯ How much do I doubt that anyone but me and Take will use this? Spoilers: A lot
✯ In the case you want shameless cross canon nudity, though:
✯ Pretend you got this notice from your cross canon lover, or maybe not lover, maybe someone sent it as a prank, idk.
✯ Thread.

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[ There is a knocking at your door, huntsman. Or your tree, or wherever you choose your current whereabouts to be. A little insistent, that knocking, perhaps. C'mon, c'mon, people are starting to give him odd looks. ]

[ This is all pretty unfortunate for Hal, considering Huntsman has taken to renting out a room above the local tavern while he's in Hal's kingdom, meaning the poor dear man would have had to go stalking through the bar below to get up here. ] Yeah, yeah, m'comin'. [ Gets shouted out before the door swings open and for a very long moment, Eric stands still, eyes wide and jaw slack.

He's sent the note as a joke - something amusing for Hal to happen upon between all the boring political documents that might get stacked up on his desk. He hadn't... actually expected him to show up nude as the day he was born on his doorstep.

...And he has a sudden urge to go punch every man in the tavern down below who must have seen him come through. He blinks for a moment or so before venturing to speak. ] Finally lost your bloody mind, have you?

[ Unfortunate indeed, yes, but never let it be said that Hal is ever disinclined to acquiesce a request from his dear huntsman.

Surprisingly - or not surprisingly, if one knew Hal as well as any other - the young prince is not flushed or embarrassed in the slightest as he stands in naught but his skin in front of the door. Hand on his hip, and letter in the other, he is ... relatively steady on his feet (okay he had to down a flagon of ale before gathering up the nerve to stroll through the crowded tavern in the nude-- ) but at least when he speaks, his words aren't drunken enough to the point of slurring. ]

I have not. I know exactly where it is.

[ And he holds out the letter, his expression firm. Not a giggle in sight. ] Your note said to respond in person. 'Twould be quite rude of me to ignore such a request.

[ Oh dear. Hal might be free of giggles, but Eric is near on cracking up with the grin that pulls at his lips, teeth showing beneath as he makes no attempt to hide the thorough inspection he gives the body at his doorstep, an arm resting against the door frame. ]

Let it not be said the crown is not both prompt and thoughtful when dealing with their people. Sending their very Prince to deal with such common peoples' complaints. [ He smirks, making little move to allow him in from the hall, until he brings a hand to his chin, rubbing against the scruff on his jaw with a mock-pensiveness. ]

Say, while you're about, mayhaps you could help me with another concern. You see, my bed's been looking rather plain without decoration upon it as of late. [ He pauses with eyebrows raise, innocently inquisitive. ] The walls as well. And the floor. And the bath.

[ Really, so much interior decorating is needed, it's a tragedy. It needs a princely touch. ]

[ ... okay, the stern straight face doesn't last very long. Hal is having far too much fun with the situation, and barely a moment after the huntsman finishes speaking, Hal's firm features crack for a wide grin to break through. Ah, well. He tried. ]

It would not do to send one of the grubby, considerably less handsome castle guards to deliver the message in my place. I should think you would not wish to be subjected to such horror.

[ Still grinning, Hal makes his way inside and inspects the place. He certainly agrees that it could use some decorating. A ... princely touch, perhaps. ]

Dear me, what a dreadfully dull place this is, indeed. [ Hands on his hips, he sighs, standing right in the middle of the room and turning to glance at the huntsman over his shoulder. ] Where shall I even begin?

[ Huntsman makes no attempt whatsoever to either hide the tilt of his head as he keenly watches Hal's ass as he passes by, appreciating the view. The door is kicked shut behind him and he paces up behind the man, pressing himself against the long line of Hal's form, chest to his back, as arms come around to caress down his bare chest, chin propped on Hal's shoulder. ] Hm, where too start indeed...

[ He pivots, moving Hal with him, to mock-scan the room with a thoughtful hum. There's a moment of totally deep contemplation before he gives up and bends to sweep Hal completely off his feet, lifting him up bridal style and begins to spin, pretty much planning on just wandering around the room like this until they find a good spot. ] Tell me when to stop. Preferably before I get dizzy and collapse us both.

[ Hal, of course, makes a show of his strutting about, ensuring that the huntsman enjoys the view (because scrawny or not he has a decent backside to appreciate here.) Which he seemingly does, as arms wind around him and Hal grins, moving along where the huntsman guides him.

It's a rather embarrassing yelp he lets out as he's so quickly lifted up, but it fades to a round of startled giggles as his arms wrap around the huntsman's shoulders. He holds on seemingly for dear life as he's spun around, laughing all the while even as he scolds the man for surprising him so. ] Fiendish man, you must stop! Or we shall tumble and create a lovely shaped hole in the walls or floors where we land. Stop!

[ Laughter peels from him, loud and freeing, as Hal yelps and flails, and he just continues cackling and spinning madly until the final stop is shouted. He comes to an immediate and abrupt halt, though eyes remain on Hal's face, taking in the joyful expression and the way his smile seems to light up his entire face, laughter a full body act in shaking him all over. Eventually, though, he glances around to where they've stopped and notices a wall nearby. Hm. ] Close enough.

[ And with that, he places Hal down to his feet once more, just in front of the wall, his back facing the Huntsman, and wide, calloused hands slide over lightly toned shoulders, down Hal's elegantly slim arms while Eric presses light kisses along the back of his neck, the juncture of his shoulders. When his hands clasp around the backs of the prince's, the Huntsman pulls them up, remembering how he loves to stare at them, feel them, admire the beautiful, long fingers, and he places them firmly against the surface of the wall. ] Allow me to help in your decoration. [ He mumbles against his ear, strands of blond tickling his lips, and there's a leg wedging between Hal's naked thighs, a foot pushing at the inside of his ankles, urging him to spread. ]

[ The very sudden halt nearly has Hal feeling as though he's going to fly right out of the huntsman's arms, so understandably his grip tightens around him just in case. But thankfully he does not go flinging into the next room, so Hal can let himself laugh and enjoy the brief dizzy sensation all that spinning provides. It's nice, really. Knowing that there's someone in the world as playful as he is.

He's still laughing as he's brought back down, stumbling only once due to his dizzy feeling and hints of inebriation, but the huntsman has such a protective hold on him that Hal knows he won't fall to the floor. He does sway a bit as he's guided to the wall, arching back against the huntsman behind him to be a bit of a tease, hands up and against the wall where the huntsman places them. It's with a curious grin that he glances over his shoulder, moving his legs further apart as prompted while bracing himself against the wall. ] Mm ... is this to your liking, huntsman?

[ A low rumble of satisfaction low in his chest, followed by a breathy laugh, comes from the body behind him while an arm reacts down to wrap about Hal's hips, pulling them snug against him for a moment. Before answering, he takes the moment to steal a kiss from him while he's looking back, a long, slow thing that savors every texture and taste of Hal's lips. Parting, he smiles, forehead pressed against Hal's temple. ] I could not imagine better.

[ Letting his lips drift back to Hal's neck, he kisses and nips along it until reaching the smooth, curved indent of his spine, prominent with the graceful arch of Hal's back, and trails his tongue, slowly tracing, down the path it makes - between shoulder blades to the small of his back. A palm flat against Hal's chest mimics the pattern in gliding down his chest, over his stomach. And as he goes lower, to not stopping at his hips and he traces towards the tip of his tail bone, Eric drops to his knees, one hand settled on a hip as the other caressed and kneeds at the firm flesh of his ass. He trails kisses peppered with bites and sucks up red marks on the sensitive skin of his backside while a thumb slips between the crevice, trailing down to circle lightly at his entrance. ]

[ He'd come to the conclusion quite some time ago that he truly loves kissing his huntsman. There hadn't been many before him, nothing more than casual flings and drunken escapades, but even in his limited experience he knew that there would be no other for him. He desires no other, and to emphasize the point he lets out a low moan as their tongues dance, and a smile when the huntsman pulls away to trail kisses along towards his back.

It's a bit difficult to crane his neck enough to watch, but Hal tries his best, not wanting to miss a moment of the sight. Chills travel up his spine following each kiss from the huntsman, his own hands curling against the wall as if he could grip it. The kisses lower, and the red flush rises to his face, the huntsman now on his knees behind him. No one's ever been so fond of his backside so the sensations still take some getting used to, but he trusts the huntsman, and craves his touch. His legs inch apart just a little further, soft whimpers pleading both stop embarrassing me and oh God, don't ever stop as hands join lips and teeth in caresses, shivering in need when one reaches his most private place. ]

[ The sweet, pleading whimpers combined with the soft quaking of his hips and legs send a tingle through the Huntsman's body from fingertips to toes, coiling tension in the pit of his stomach as arousal becomes a force making him feel light and blissful, even as his pants become to feel far too constricting. He teases with fingers at the soft ring of muscle for a moment or so more before moving hands to pull gently, spreading Hal, and he dips his head, tongue coming to lick a long stripe from tender, sensitive pucker to tail bone.

He's not really done this before, but he doesn't consider it that complicated of a process, but he wants to touch and feel and taste every soft inch of Hal, have him come unwound under his fingers and produce beautiful little sounds. The tip of his tongue comes to circle lightly around the quivering hole, before pushing barely in, a slow pressure, just so. Teasing, even. ]

[ There's always something new that the huntsman teaches him. Their first time together had been his first overall, he'd been taught how to properly kiss another (not that he had any plans on using that newly learned skill anywhere else,) and he'd learned about a few places the huntsman was particularly sensitve about. Today, it seemed, was time for another lesson. And already Hal was a whimpering, trembling mess.

It was ... different, without a doubt. It surprised him, a startled "oh-!" leaving him at the first trace of tongue ... there. He'd turned his head to face the wall, embarrassingly bright red, forehead against the wall as his voice shook and trembled alongside his cries and pleas. He tries to refrain from thrusting his hips back, though the sweet hot and tingling sensation is difficult to let pass by. When the tip pushes inside, Hal groans, hips jerking, hands near clawing at the wall in front of him. ] O-Oh ... huntsman--...

[ He can't help the low chuckle of amusement that practically purrs from him at Hal's reactions, his voice a soft vibration against the skin under his lips. He notes he ought to inform Hal of his actual name, so as the man's not having to moan his occupation and he's well past the point he'd entrust it to him, but in a moment or so. He's far too involved in exploring this new means reducing the man how could bring him to intense arousal merely by entering a room to a quivering, keening mess trembling beneath his fingertips. Granted the time and knowing he's capable of the patience, he'd set to work at it for hours if he could.

A firm hand holds his hips in place, not letting Hal get too much more than he wishes him to yet, and he slowly removes his tongue to swirl teasingly around the trembling flesh and spends a few moments languidly tasting at him, dipping in slightly at each thrust of his tongue and withdrawing again to suck and kiss and knead at the surrounding flushed skin. And after a few minutes of taking his sweet time, he finally brings a finger, wet from his own mouth, to spread him, pushed in just to the first knuckle, and he spears his tongue in a firm thrust as deep as he can, hands pulling at Hal's hips to bring him closer while he fucks him with his mouth and finger. ]

[ Well, since he only knows the huntsman by his occupation title and not his true name yet, it is the only name that spills freely from his lips during this rather vicious assault on his senses. Pressing his face against the wall helps to cool him down a hint, but only just, and his knees begin to feel weak just at the same moment the huntsman presses a single finger inside him just deep enough for another low groan.

Hal's not sure how much longer he can last like this. His inexperience shows in just how quickly he unravels, just like their first time together, but the young prince tries his best to hold out. It wouldn't be fair. But the huntsman doesn't stop or give him room to breathe even, so all he can do is try to hold onto the wall to keep from collapsing, try to keep his embarrassing whimpers to a minimum, and plead for the huntsman to please, please-- well, anything. ]

[ Feeling him coming undone under his ministrations, Eric lets out another pleased sigh against his skin before pulling away, giving one last curl of his finger inside him before he stands to press his form against Hal's back again, lips hovering over his ear. ] Eric. [ He corrects, a hand coming around to circle at the base of Hal's cock, holding him off from coming before he gives a few languid strokes, not enough to send him over but just keep him interested. ] My name is Eric.

[ A hand fiddles in his pocket to produce a small vial of oil, which he reaches in front of Hal to pour out over a hand, smoothing it across his fingers as he hums a quiet, nonsensical song against the warmed flesh of his throat, perfectly pleased with life for the moment. ]

[ There is the strangest warming, shivering sensation that passes through him then, and he's not sure if it's because of the finger inside him or the sudden surprising reveal of the huntsman's name. It's something so important, so precious, and so personal for the huntsman to reveal now, making Hal wonder what prompted it ...

But all the same, despite his breathlessness and shaking knees, he smiles. ] Eric ...

[ He likes it. He purrs softly as he presses back against the other, encouraging, not far from pleading. ] Mmm, Eric ... Eric ...

[ He can't help the small and small chuckle that rumbles his chest, pressed to Hal's back, as he hears his name intoned again and again. Eric finds his name sounds so much finer on Hal's tongue, not just a collection of consonants and vowels. Surely much more perfect than his mother ever expected the name to be when she assigned it to him. ] Speak it as much as you like. It's completely yours.

[ The coated fingers move back behind Hal again and he sets to stretching him, as the huntsman's concern was always to make sure never to bring hurt or discomfort to his adored Hal. Two fingers push gently in, curling and scissoring and his other hand works at his trousers, pulling laces loose as he crowds close and intimate against the man before him, nose pressing lovingly against his neck, nuzzling even. As much as he may be invested in getting off the best they can, sex with Hal would never be without the deep well of feeling he held for the man, the way he treasured him and this trust and love and passion allotted between them. ]

[ Completely his. Hal takes a few moments to wonder just how many people know the huntsman's true name, but when the thoughts make him feel a tad jealous (he has no reason to, Eric is his own man with his own past and his own life--) he decides to stop thinking about it. The important thing is that the man he'd only known as huntsman for so, so long, has now deemed him worthy to know his real name. No surname as of yet, but that's fine with Hal. It warms his heart so, envelopes him in such sweet tender feelings that the prince almost feels ready to burst. He wants to spill all his own secrets in return, tell him something equally important to make up for it. Something like ...

... well, no, but maybe something less forward. Something like, I really enjoy your company, my dear Eric.

... no, that sounded terrible.

I care about you more than anything in this world or the next?

He'll think about it.

After, of course. After Hal is done whimpering rather pitifully as Eric breaches him with two fingers, the stretch and burn uncomfortable at first. But he'd come to learn that it was supposed to be like that, that his body would eventually adjust. All he has to do is wait, and relax. So he does, panting out Eric's name against the wall, as doing so brings him comfort. He trembles as he reaches back, one hand seeking out Eric's to gently wrap around his wrist, moving with him as the huntsman's fingers push further inside. Curious, his own fingertips move too, along Eric's so he could feel as the huntsman's enter him. Strange sensation, perhaps, but it excites him in a way he never knew. ]

Edited (my feels were leaking apparently) 2012-11-25 01:30 (UTC)

[ Less than those who used to. It used to be that he'd give it freely, and then he really just... stopped speaking to people more than what it took to order a drink and get a job description. People just stopped asking for the specifics and he stopped caring to give them. In truth, Hal should have learned it long ago, but it just hadn't come to mind, as if he felt he knew him far better than his name would cover. But now he wishes he had much earlier, loving the way his name falls from his lips, in desire laced pants, gasped in breathy tones, so stimulating just to hear it from him that Eric gives an audible moan of Hal against his neck, low and drawn out with the need building in him - a slow, deliciously torturous thing that has him longing in just the right ways. There is something ridiculous intimate and arousing about Hal assisting his hand, long fingers around his wrist, pushing him in deeper and Eric almost feels light headed as he leans away to watch the action, breath leaving him in a drawn, shuddering exhale, a soft laugh, actually, escaping him at how much a simple sight does to him. Hal will never cease to surprise him and he adores that about the man.

After thinking him thoroughly stretched, Eric eases his fingers from him little by little, and once they're free, makes hurried work of stripping his clothes from his person. He had originally been thinking he'd just slide into him still clothed, something so appealing about Hal completely bare while he stayed covered, but he finds a much greater need to feel their skin against each others' - feel the smooth slide of hot, sweat slicked skin on skin, feel Hal's heart beating fast and hard against his chest. Once bare, he pulls at Hal's shoulders to turn him and is quick to push his back up to the wall, pressing himself flush against him, sandwiching Hal between himself and the wood panels. A pleasured sigh falls from him as eyes close for a moment, just contented at the familiar press of Hal against him, their hardened lengths sliding against each other any moment they shift.

A hand buries into his hair and Eric takes his mouth with a sort of passion and dominance that wishes to claim all of him for himself, every inch of him, every quirk of his lips, every whimper, ever lilted laugh - every cheerful moment of joy, every private moment of insecurity. Every part of him. ]

Edited 2012-12-01 07:31 (UTC)

[ Truthfully, Hal doesn't mind it now. It would've meant the same if he'd known the huntsman's name when they first met, or months, years from now (as he certainly hopes to still know the man for years to come.) He will keep it close to his heart, a precious keepsake forever. Eric, he thinks, sounds so very right beside Hal.

Waiting for the huntsman to finish undressing feels like an eternity. Not that he's slow, of course not, but the lack of touch and sensation is frustrating to the point of whimpering, fighting the temptation to just start rutting against the wall to ease some of the tension. He turns his head enough so he can watch Eric hurriedly undress, desire heavy in his eyes, aroused to the point where he feels dizzy when Eric turns him around against the wall. He gasps at the sudden friction between them when Eric moves back in, and Hal's arms lift to wind tight around the huntsman's shoulders, moaning shamelessly as their next kiss is passionate, deep that he feels it reaches his very soul. How the man manages to do it, he will never know. ]

Eric ... [ the name is whispered against his lips, a hand reaching up into the huntsman's hair, and Hal feels bold enough to lift one leg, hooking over Eric's hip. ] Oh, please ...

[ A sentiment Eric would be certain to agree with, would he have voiced it.

A deep groan, near on a growl, rolls in response to the desire apparent in his eyes, on his lips, and the sweet moan Hal releases so close to his ears. It stimulates something primal and yearning in him, suddenly feeling not nearly close enough to the man, not nearly enough touching between them. The one leg around around him just has him wanting more, so swiftly after, he's wrapping hands under Hal's buttocks and lifting him up from the floor, back braced against the wall while the other leg is pushed to wrap around his lips. He adjusts underneath him and a hand around his cock moves to drag the head of it along the spread crevice of the incredible ass held so closely to him, fingers kneading and groping the supple flesh. He pants at the contact, precum and oil slicking the friction as he pushes against his entrance, just barely pressing inside. ]

Ahh, Hal... [ He bows his head, breathing heavily with forehead against his prince's collarbone. He'd like to tell him his body is a beautiful place to be but can't seem to find the breath or presence of mind to, only licking along the hollow of his throat by means of communication ]

[ Hal has just enough rational thought left in his mind to realize that now, both his feet are no longer on the floor. There's a brief moment where he almost feels dizzy, another where his arms scramble to hold on tight to the huntsman's shoulders, and a third when the newfound closeness between them sends sparks up his spine to the point where he'll berate himself later for not closing his mouth. He groans, whimpers so sweetly into Eric's ear as he holds on, the new position not leaving him much else to do but hold and breathe. And make embarrassing noises as Eric's hands hold him up, rubbing, fondling. ]

Don't-- [ He pauses, biting his lip. Hearing his own name like that would have his knees failing him if he wasn't already held up so securely. Hal marvels the huntsman's strength, loses himself in his voice, and notes to apologize later for leaving so many nail marks along his skin as he is slowly, carefully breached, his legs around Eric's waist winding tighter. He's still new to this, it's still uncomfortable at first just as before, but he has more than enough trust placed in Eric. He's just ... cautious. The wall is something new, after all. As it always is. ] ... don't let me fall.

[ Hal whimpers and muttered, subtle, sweet sounds always touch something deep in him and twists just to pleasantly so, making his head swim in arousal and endearment and his chest swell with emotion for the man in his arms. It pulls of groan of his own from him, muffled into the side of Hal's neck while he slowly, carefully, eases him down onto his length. Always careful, never wanting to bring him harm or discomfort, wanting Hal to know how very precious he is to Eric.

His breath leaves in heavy pains, the tight warmth of Hal's body easily encasing him and holding him close and intimate in their joining, both the feel of him and the thought of being so intensely close, so personal in a manner none else are allowed to Hal, having his eyes squeeze tightly shut as he concentrates on just trying to be still in him. The nails at his skin pull a pleased hiss that flows into a moan, loving how he can feel just what this does to his lover. He laughs, stuttered and quiet, against a collarbone, before he raises his eyes to meet Hal's, reassurance and love there. ] Ease your worries. I have you.

[ The level of care the huntsman takes with him always eases his worries, indeed. It isn't as though he'd ever thought Eric would hurt him on purpose, would ever put his own desires over Hal's comfort, but the fact that no matter how intense the passion between them grew, Eric would still take his time during their intimate beginnings, always meant the world to young Hal. One day he would grow bolder, one day he would want to rush things (probably foolishly) but for now, this was perfect, while he was still learning. ]

Mm ... you have me. [ Hal tries his best to will his body to relax, allowing Eric entrance despite the burn and stretch that was almost to the point of unbearable. Breathing deep, toes curling behind the huntsman's back, the prince flashes a brief smile as their eyes meet, before he lowers his head to Eric's shoulder, taking the moment to adjust, to breathe in everything that was the other man all around him. He truly does have him, Hal thinks. Eric has all of him, his everything. ] You can- nngh ... move, now. Please.

[ Making love to Hal has come to always be such a rawly emotional experience for Eric - the care, the sweet sounds of bliss and the muttered assurances passed between them. It has never been so simple as basic physical release, though carnal lust and need is greatly included. When Eric feels himself embraces in Hal's body, the man's arms and legs wrapped and clinging to him, breath in warm puffs that sense tingles along his skin, it it feels so right, almost like healing. It feels like comfort and wholeness and acceptance of all that he is, allowing himself so bared and vulnerable in front of this man, Hal gifting him the same.

Please, he says, and that alone sends a shudder through him before Eric begins the slow slide out of him, almost completely free save for the head, hands on Hal's hips holding him aloft, and in a smooth, firm thrust, pushing deep back into Hal's tight warmth, a stuttered ahh pulling from him that morphs into a moan as he sets an even pace, lifting Hal as he slides out and pulling him flush back onto him, sinking into him to the hilt and it's all sensation and ecstasy, Hal's name a gasped moan on his lips like a reverently muttered prayer. ]

[ It's not fair, he thinks, only for a moment. How Eric manages to keep such a level control over the situation, and in contrast, Hal nearly falls apart at the first push. And Eric manages to hold him up against the wall all the while, carefully so that Hal doesn't feel even the slightest like he could fall. That doesn't mean he won't cling to the huntsman's shoulders like his life depends on it, and it especially doesn't mean he won't make terribly embarrassing noises as their rhythm builds and his body adjusts.

He supposes a few pained noises at the start are understandable, as best he tries to keep them in. Hal doesn't want Eric to grow concerned or worse, stop. But he remembers words of advice from before, and he leaves one arm around the huntsman's shoulders, holding on tight as his now free hand slips between their bodies, the prince's breath caught in his throat as familiar fingers wrap around himself, light strokes to ease the edge off and distract himself from discomfort. It helps - and quickly enough, Hal makes feeble attempts to rock his hips together with Eric's, little motions but that combined with his hand around himself and Eric moving so hot and deep inside him, are just enough that discomfort is soon forgotten about. ]

[ It's not by any easy means he holds him up, but luckily Hal is fairly light, long limbs and all, and the wall behind him helps immensely. He may have to go down to the floor eventually, but not quite yet. Eric likes holding him much more, having Hal cling to him for balance and support and cradling the man to him and he pushes up into, draws out and mourns the loss of that warm, welcoming hold of him before thrusting firm back up into him, pulling Hal's hips down in the action and listening to the slap of skin, Hal's thighs against Eric's hips. The motion becomes half pulsing up into him and half bouncing Hal on him as he moves faster, harder, his forehead pressing against Hal's throat as he feels him panting, watching his chest swell and his fingers dance over his length, throbbing and leaking under his gorgeous hands. He'd have helped him otherwise if his hands were occupied holding him up, so instead, Eric merely gives a squeeze to the taunt, twitching muscle of his ass under his palms, and his fingers slide close enough to feel at the tight ring of muscle hugged around him, feeling how his hot, slicked cock slides so easily in and out of him. ]

You have- ahh- no idea how incredible it feels... inside you, Hal. [ Gasped hotly against Hal's ear, a rushed whisper interspersed with moans and soft noises of pleasure, breath hitching occasionally when he they come together just right now and then in a way that sends his senses spinning, eyes squeezed tight. He pauses, letting out a low groan, and the last sentence comes in a breathy exhale. ] It's as if you were made for me.

[ Hal himself is finding he very much enjoys being held up this way. While the wall is cold and firm, rather uncomfortable against his back, it's Eric's strong hold and great care for his wellbeing that Hal has all his trust in, and the pleasure shared between them is more than worth what will likely be a bit of an ache in his back afterwards. The prince can't find any particular reason why they should move this to a bed - presumably too occupied elsewhere.

The pace increases, and just holding on with one arm isn't good enough anymore, so rather reluctantly his hand leaves from between them and lifts to join the other around Eric's shoulders to hold on tighter. They're moving faster together, and the gentle rubbing up against the huntsman's abdomen adds the friction that had been missing from his hand. Eric's voice in his ear is the finishing touch, really, warm and passionate and sweet to him. And yet-- the subject matter, prince being a silly as he is, he laughs, breathlessly so. ]

I don't-- suppose I ever shall ... [ not quite that flexible, y'see. ] But perhaps ... 'tis true. For if I've no other purpose, it- ... it is to be yours.

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