Hamlet sat up again and smirked. He took off his top and watched as Horatio scanned the pale chest with, eager, greedy eyes. He found himself feeling slightly disgusted in both himself and the boy the lay underneath him.
'This is what he wanted all along... He was only my friend so he could lust after me... Oh, Lust... fuel our intentions now!' he thought, sliding out of his pants.
Lying naked together in the lonely room; kissing, stroking, and embracing felt amazing. Horatio's heart was racing in his throat as the delicious feeling of pleasure, love and trusting made him feel giddy and dizzy.
Hamlet lay on top of Horatio, feeling hot and heavy. He pushed his hips, gasping at the friction, but wanting more at the same time. He was in control of this. He was controlling Horatio's feelings, his needs, and his wants.
"I want to go inside you," he growled into the helpless boy's ear. "No... I NEED to go inside you."
Before Horatio could complain or reject the offer, Hamlet sat back on his knees and lifted his friend's legs, placing them on his shoulders. Horatio gasped, shuddering uncontrollably. He hadn't expected this at all and wasn't sure if he wanted to go through with it.
Hamlet did need this. He needed the comfort and the pleasure to forget the past and present. He closed his eyes, panting hard as he entered Horatio. It felt so unbelievably good. His emotions exploded and he became a lustful beast, thrusting his hips and moaning loudly, sinking his claws into Horatio's side. He forgot his pain, his vengeance, his Ophelia. Everything was happening now. This pleasure and deep trusting... And he was in control.
"Do you like it?" Hamlet panted. Horatio couldn't reply. He was lost in the moment, eyes half-closed and mouth hanging open, clutching at Hamlet's arms as if scared but lustful at the same time. They were nearing their climax.
Hamlet's mind started whirring once more. He didn't want to lose control again, but he knew he was going to once that tight passage tightened further around his erection. So during the last few seconds of frantic love-making, Hamlet pulled out. He kissed Horatio long and hard. He proceeded to lick, kiss and suck his way down the paralysed body.
Horatio was stunned, he was stuck near the point of an extreme euphoria he had never felt before. He was so close that it was maddening. Why was Hamlet fooling around with his body when it just wanted to have an orgasm and get it over and done with. He tried to voice his concerns to Hamlet, but his body kept being rocked by intense sensations so all he could moan out was, "Hamlet... Fuck me..."
Hamlet loved this. Horatio was depending on him to release him from his personal hell. But he didn't want to; not just yet. Even though his own body was aching with the need to come, he continued to stroke and lick and kiss until Horatio was a trembling, sobbing mess. Moaning in agony, Horatio pleaded with Hamlet earnestly, begging him to help him release.
Hamlet then gave in to his body and slipped back into that tight hole just n time for them both to fall of the edge of intense ecstasy.
Panting, Hamlet pulled out, reality spiralling back down to hit him hard. He clutched at his friend and cried until - exhausted - he fell asleep. Horatio turned awkwardly, feeling wet and sticky. He stared at the Prince's sweaty face as he relaxed into a deep sleep.
"Sleep well, my sweet Prince," he whispered, kissing Hamlet softly on the forehead. "One day we can be together... But not until you get over your thirst for revenge... One way or another."
He got up, clothed himself and left in silence, not knowing that they would never be together ever again.
Aw! Poor Horatio. No wonder he wanted to kill himself as Hamlet lay dying! Oh well, finally finished. Even though this was only three chapters long, it took me about 3 months to write, type up and post!!!