The first time they fuck, Kiliko attempts to take it slow and easy; he wants to hurt Orcelito, but people would ask about bruises, and so he tries to be gentle. Halfway through it Orcelito looks over his shoulder, flushed and panting, and calmly orders him, "Don't take it easy on me."
Kiliko's surprised - both by the fact he'd knew what he was thinking, and by the energy it must've taken to have such a level voice - and he brushes his fingers over knobby hip bones, leaning forward to press kisses down his back.
"Your Highness," kiss, "I don't believe," kiss, "the maids would appre-"kiss, "-ciate it if they," lick, and it makes the prince shudder, "found bruises on His Highness, don't you?"
Orcelito glares at him, and rolls his shoulders clumsily, bracing himself on the bed.
"I don't believe that's- any of your concern. Unless," he smirks, and (damn him) he has the nerve to look amused, "unless you're not so bad as you seem."
Kiliko smiles and presses his lips to the heated skin, taking in the smell, before whipsering, "If His Highness will let me, I will make him scream so hard his voice will give out."
Orcelito laughs. He laughs and laughs until his sides are cramped, and Kiliko's feeling flushed by the movement. He grits his teeth and stops moving, getting a slight whimper from the prince.
"May I inquire as to what's so funny, Your Highness?"
"Acting as if you're some sexual deviant, Lagen. I bet you've never have sex before now."
Kiliko flushes angrily and pulls out harshly, causing Orcelito to bite back a cry that half-escapes and shudder violently. He turns just enough to grab the edges of Kiliko's coat and pull him down. He straddles him and kisses him, fingers exploring every reachable crevice and then some; they undo buttons and dsicard the heavy clothes, leaving Kiliko is his undershirt, and slowly undoes those buttons too. Kiliko's left to watch the dexterity of shaking hands and to hiss when Orcelito kisses him. It tastes as bitter as poison, and he resists the urge to spit to the side. Orcelito smirks, and presses his nose to Kiliko's pulse point.
"Let me help you out a little."
It's not as if he's used to this sort of thing either - Kiliko knows because, despite his age, Orcelito is still as fresh and pure as snow, as the Hero King's Spirit should be before ascending the throne - but he manages; he slides his fingers down Kiliko's length, making sure there's enough lube from earlier, and lowers himself on him. It takes two tries before he stops just brushing past it, and he closes his eyes. They pause like that for the beat of two long seconds before Orcelito starts moving again.
It takes thirty more seconds for Orcelito to realize it'd be easier if Kiliko sat up, and five more to pull him up. It's been thirty-seven seconds since they started this round, and they're both already ragged.
"Your Highness-" Kiliko's shut up by Orcelito's tongue manuvering its way into his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck loosely and friction between breaths hightening. Orcelito breaks it and shakes his head, then kisses him again. No words. No discussion.
They finish with claw marks on the headboard and with the knowledge that yes, the second prince is a cuddler and no, Kiliko cannot make jokes about it, lest others find out about this- He'd like to call it a scandalous affair, but to have an affair one needs to be married first. So he just lets Orcelito lay on top of him, closes his eyes, and stays awake for the remainder of the night.