A/N: WARNING!
This chapter contains sexual content! The acts leading up to the sex are explicit, while the sex itself is briefly described and not explicit. If you aren't comfortable with it, please don't read it! And sorry for the spoiler, but I had to give a warning! Thank you.
Samuel was so caught up in his own mess of emotions that he hardly noticed the teardrops that were falling on the bed a few feet away from him. He looked up to see the prince's ruby eyes glossed over with tears. Samuel couldn't guess what they were from; anger, maybe? Confusion?
"N…Nicola?" Samuel tightened his hold on the still boy's hand, "Did you hear me? I-I said I love you Nicola."
Upon hearing the words again, Nicola exhaled a deep sigh that he'd been holding in for a long time.
"You okay?" Samuel spoke up again with concern and squeezed Nicola's hand affectionately, "I know you must be crying from the frustration."
"No! S-Samuel, that's not it!" Nicola interjected.
"You're not angry?" asked the blonde with a bit of relief.
"Of course I'm not," the older boy smiled softly and gazed into Samuel's eyes with the most loving look he could give. He reached up with the hand that Samuel wasn't holding and he caressed the younger's cheek. As Nicola rubbed his thumb over the skin he felt that it was rough and dirty, but he could care less as he loved that handsome face regardless. Samuel's heart leaped at the affectionate gesture.
"Nicola, what are…" Samuel lost his words as he saw the man before him close his eyes and lean in towards him slowly. He almost wanted to speak, but realized he couldn't find his words again. All he decided to do, was hold Nicola's hand tightly, close his eyes, and lean forward to press his lips against Nicola's.
Once the criminal's chapped lips met the prince's soft ones in the chaste kiss, it was hard for them to part each other. The time came when Nicola needed to explain himself, however, and they hesitantly separated and let fresh air flood into the space between them.
"Samuel, I can't believe you haven't realized it for so long…I love you too. I'm in love with you, and you captured my heart the night of the ball. I knew there was something between us since the moment I bumped into you. I'm so relieved that you feel the same way—that's why I was crying. They were tears of joy," Nicola smiled. A huge grin made its way to Samuel's face and he wiped away what was left of Nicola's tears.
"I'm relieved too. Now, neither of us has to hide it," said Samuel, still wearing a ridiculously large smile. "Oh God I'm being so improper! A prince deserves the most gentlemanly manners from his lover, yes?" he smiled, seeing Nicola blush from the term lover, and swung his feet off of the bed, grabbing Nicola's hand and standing them both up across from each other.
"Nicola Carlino Fiore Vargas, Prince of Florenshire," Samuel bowed and kissed the hand of the prince, then looked up to make eye contact with his brunette, "Will you be with me?" he smiled charmingly.
Nicola turned red, utterly flattered at Samuel's unusually well-mannered behavior, "Arise, young sir."
Samuel did so.
"Samuel Carter Williams, Prince of Reginashire; I accept this request and I will be with you."
Samuel forgot about that. Nicola still thought he was the prince of Reginashire. He only thought about it very briefly though, because frankly, he just didn't care at the moment. Nicola's acceptance was too important to let any other thoughts bother him.
Samuel smiled radiantly, then lunged forward to hug Nicola tightly. He laughed more cheerfully than ever before as he swung his prince back and forth in his arms.
"Nicola," the taller teen sighed happily, "I love you. I love you and I can finally say it!"
"I love you too, Samuel. Don't get too excited, I don't want you hurting yourself. You put up quite a fight today. How about we relax? I can't play violin for you, but I can read to you again," he smiled.
"That would be lovely," replied Samuel, laying back on the bed and making himself comfortable. Nicola pulled out his little book and sat back, reading aloud in Italian. The rich sound of his voice was soothing and the language he spoke was, in a way, erotic. The way he rolled his 'R's and and stressed his 'L's had Samuel watching the way his lips and tongue moved. He only got about two chapters in before Samuel couldn't help but say something.
"I'd do anything for you if you spoke to me that way," he whispered in the Italian's ear.
Nicola shivered upon feeling the warm breath against his sensitive skin, "S-Sam, don't say things like that…."
Samuel smirked, "But it's true," he chuckled lustfully and breathed heavily against his ear again, "You could have me on my knees in a heartbeat."
That earned a subtle moan from Nicola, but it didn't escape Samuel's ears.
"What is it? Are you trying to say you'd like that?" He gave a devilish smile. "How about we practice some innocent kissing and see where it goes?"
"You know your intentions are far from innocent. Besides, I don't need to practice. From what you explained it sure sounded like we did enough practicing the other night."
"We sure did, and you did a great job," replied Sam, "Care to demonstrate your skills, again?" He began kissing the man's ear to persuade him, then kissed his neck slowly, teasingly.
"Mmm, you're hard to argue against," Nicola sat down his book and pressed his lips against Samuel's. Samuel melted into the kiss, making his way on top of Nicola. After a while, their soft kissing became more heated and their breathing more rapid. Nicola allowed Samuel's tongue entrance whenever Sam licked his lips—his way of asking permission.
Samuel ran his hands gently along the sides of Nicola's body. Not quite satisfied, he decided to unclothe Nicola's torso. Once done, he felt overjoyed being able to see the man's deliciously tanned skin, which looked especially gorgeous in the dim glow of the lamp and surrounded by a sea of red silk sheets. He unconsciously licked his lips as his fingers traveled along the rippling muscles that adorned his Italian lover's abdomen.
"Fuck, how did you get such incredible physique?" Samuel said, his eyes unmoving from the lovely view.
Nicola chuckled, appreciating the attention, "I spent my whole childhood playing sports - hunting, horseriding, swordfighting. I needed to gain some muscle to impress my future prince charming," he winked. He was really getting the hang of this whole 'flirting' thing.
"I see," Samuel nodded mechanically, still not taking his eyes off of Nicola's body, "Your arms are insanely strong." He nearly drooled at the sight of Nicola's muscular arms, thinking of ways Nicola could use those strong limbs to feed his desires.
"It's from so much archery," Nicola said proudly. He adored the way Samuel was glorifying his body. "You flatter me Samuel."
"I like to see you blush, that's why," he grinned, caressing the other's waist. "Let me bed with you Nicola. I've never felt such a strong urge for a man as with you. I've been unable to fulfill these desires since I've known you, and it's about time I show you how I feel."
Nicola turned red. He never imagined his first experience in bed with someone to be so romantic. He thought that sex just happened in a way, since he wasn't well educated on the topic, but Samuel showed him that making love was a different process that took time and care, and above all, love and devotion.
Samuel undressed his own upper half, leaving on the bandages, and Nicola really started to swoon when Samuel began kissing nearly every inch of his body. He started at the ears, but once he smelled the seductive aroma of the prince's cologne he had to attack his neck with greedy kisses—which drove Nicola wild, evidently, by the way he was gripping Samuel's bare arms. He then moved on to the collarbone and shoulders, after which he kissed his toned biceps and even his elbows. The way the Italian took care of his clean, soft skin made him all the more handsome. Samuel proceeded to plant loving kisses on the rest of the prince's arms, taking a mental note that his wrists were a landmark erogenous area. He decided to tease the older teen by sucking his wrist playfully, which produced a notably loud moan from the virgin.
Samuel chuckled and went on to gently the brunette's chest. He spent a long time there, not knowing whether or not to avoid the nipples. Once he got close, he looked up to his lover.
"It's alright," nodded the red-eyed boy, laying his head back down to relax and wriggling his fingers into Sam's ponytail to urge him on.
The blonde continued and kissed the pink skin, experimentally licking it. Sam smirked as the sensitive flesh quickly stiffened at the contact. He decided that he liked that and licked the nipple again and again, wanting more. He took the area in his mouth and sucked gently on the tender skin, continuously reminding himself that Nicola had never been touched before. He brought his hand up to the other erect nub and touched it delicately.
Nicola moaned and writhed a bit in his place. Samuel wanted to be sure his partner wasn't uncomfortable.
"Are you alright?" he hesitated for a moment.
"Yes! Mio Dio, Samuel, keep going per favore!" groaned the prince in eagerness, "I-I've never felt this way before~"
Samuel smiled contently and switched sides, continuing his actions with opposite nipples. His anxious lover panted lightly. Surely, being a virgin, Nicola was already aroused. Samuel still wanted to kiss every part of Nicola's body, but clearly his experienced hands would be needed shortly.
"S-Sam," Nicola panted, "I…" he bit his lip in embarrassment, "I'm…bothered…."
Samuel knew what that meant, and sure enough, when he looked down past him he saw Nicola's blatant arousal trying to fight out of his trousers. The bulge looked promising, and Samuel licked his already moistened lips with enthusiasm for what lied beyond the prince's barrier. But the pants weren't really what was stopping him, it was his conscience.
"Samuel, what are you waiting for?" Nicola questioned the hesitation of the younger.
"Are you sure you want this? I mean, we just got together Nicola; we don't have to rush things. You are a virgin after all…."
"Sam…" Nicola sat up, leaning back on his hands for support as he faced Samuel, "Of course I want this. I love you and I want you, and I know you can't deny you want me too," he chuckled.
Samuel smiled and kissed Nicola's pink cheek, "Okay, but you can tell me at any time if you don't want to go on, got it?"
"I'll keep that in mind, but no matter how much it hurts the first time, I won't want you to stop. I want you to show me what love is Samuel," Nicola gazed into the royal-colored eyes of his lover.
Samuel nodded and placed a long and sweet kiss on the Italian's lips, petting the soft hair on the back of Nicola's neck as he did so. Nicola hummed happily from the contact and felt relaxed enough to lie back down again, ready to let Samuel continue to worship his body with his touches.
With the prince's erection still evident, Samuel chose to remove the slender teen's trousers and, with permission, his underclothes. He took off his own pants and underpants as well, tossing the garments to the floor where their shirts lay.
The blonde was all too aware of how gorgeous Nicola's skin was. It was kissed by the sun to tanned perfection, and practically gave a golden glow against Samuel's own snowy pale hue. He gripped the older boy's hips gently, rubbing his thumbs against the soft skin, as he kissed his way along Nicola's thighs. He looked up into those garnet eyes as reassurance to continue, and received a loving smile and nod in return.
Time passed so slowly throughout the evening. Samuel wanted to ensure he took gentle care of the inexperienced prince, so he took his time with each kiss and touch. He showed Nicola what it felt like to be pleased with his mouth, and in return, Nicola touched Samuel with his hands - with instructions provided. Nicola proved to be a quick learner, and also quickly adjusted to the feeling of being touched by another man.
After giving it some thought, they allowed their passion to take hold and Nicola permitted Samuel to take him. Their lovemaking took a lot of time and care, as it was Nicola's first time. Of course, the pain was unavoidable, but Samuel provided all the caution he could to overcome the pain and turn it into pleasure. It was a new feeling for the blonde, being so careful during sex, but putting in the unmeasureable amount of time and effort proved to be worth it in the end. When he released himself into the man under him and saw the pleasure on the prince's flawless face, his patience paid off. It was the feeling he craved his whole life, and in that moment he knew that meeting Nicola was the best thing that ever happened to him.
In a way, it was Samuel's first time too. He'd had sex plenty of times, but not like this. He'd never made love before, and once he did, and realized how different it was, he never wanted to settle for anything less than the amazing lovemaking Nicola had given him. And he knew he'd never have to.
After the intense physical and emotional release from both men, Samuel had collapsed down onto Nicola from exhaustion. They both laid there for some time, engulfed in awe and bliss.
"I love you so much, Samuel," Nicola said after moments of panting. He wrapped his limp arms around his blonde boy. Samuel held Nicola and rolled over so that the Italian was on top, and he hugged him strongly, disregarding the pain it caused his wounded chest.
"Nicola, I love you too. I could never love anyone else like this."
"I feel the same way," Nicola smiled, and then began to laugh. Samuel began to burst into laughter as well, and they were soon giggling in each other's arms.
"You're laughing because you feel good, isn't that right?" Samuel smiled.
"Yes, Sam," chuckled Nicola, "And you must feel good too." The brunette sighed happily, "I couldn't be happier than I am with you, right now."
"I agree," Samuel squeezed the shorter boy, "So how was your first time?"
"I don't have words, it was too amazing," he mused. "I'm still in some pain, but the pleasure is still overwhelming."
"That makes me happier than you could imagine, Nic. I really do love you."
"I know you do," came a soft reply.
"So, this is okay with you? Us, being together?" Samuel asked, kissing Nicola's nose.
"I want to be with you until I die Samuel, and then some," he smiled and nipped Samuel's stubbly chin, "And you need to shave again," he chuckled.
"I'll get around to it. Not tonight though, I'm exhausted!" he rolled Nicola off of him and stood up. "I'm gonna get a wet washcloth real quick," he said, and did just that. Upon returning not moments later, he wiped down himself and wiped Nicola's stomach and thighs. He let the brunette wipe the rest away himself. "We'll clean up better in the morning. We need to get some rest now, today was tiring!"
"Si, Samuel." He snuggled up to the man's chest without a second thought. Samuel reached over and put out the lamp.
"Goodnight my prince. Sleep well, and I love you," Sam kissed the Italian's lips.
"Buena notte, Samuel. Anchio ti amo," replied Nicola. He sighed happily and closed his eyes. He didn't want the night to end, but he knew there would be plenty more to come.
A/N: Gosh the story could just end here! But there's still a lot more to come! Please review! C: