On an early spring evening, Artie stood on the balcony and watched the sunset. The last rays of the sun were hiding behind the sea, and the red cover of the sky changed to dark with stars. While Arthur, leaning against the railing, watched the sunset, Lancelot climbed up to him.
- Lancelot, - said Artie. - You scared me.
- I didn't mean to, Artie, - Lance said, and sat down on the railing.
- You managed to get past the guards, - Arthur said in surprise.
- You know me from school: I was still that tomboy, - Lancelot chuckled. - The sunset here is beautiful, - he turned his head to the sky.
- He is always handsome in Far Far Away, - Arthur looked at the sunset.
- It's getting dark, - Lancelot observed.
- Lance, why are you here? - the blond asked, looking at the echoes of the sunset.
- Can we go to the castle? It's getting cold here," the black-haired man translated the subject.
- Come on, and then you will tell me why you came here, - Artie agreed and went to the castle with Lance. Arthur took one last look at the sunset.
In the room, Artie stood by the bed.
- Lance, tell me why you came here? - Artie asked, hoping for an answer. Lance walked over to Artie. Arthur looked at the black-haired man with fear in his eyes. Lancelot wrapped Artie around his waist and kissed him on the teeth. The blond responded by wrapping his arms around Lance's neck and deepening the kiss. Both passionately kissed, tearing lips and catching tongues. Lancelot's tongue drew invisible patterns on Artie's palate and played with the tongue. Lancelot kissed Artie's neck with quick movements of his lips. Lance's lips burned Arthur's neck. Even the breath burned the skin. Soon the two were on the bed and continued to kiss, undressing each other. Exposing himself and Artie, Lancelot ran his lips over his shoulders and neck. Arthur whined sweetly. The black-haired, looking at the groaning blond, walked gently over the body. Artie melted from the warm hands of Lancelot. The blond kissed Lance's lips and moved down in a smooth movement of his lips. Lancelot saw Arthur caressing him, stroking his hair. Artie felt Lance's hand and let out a groan.
Soon Arthur reached Lance's cock and carefully began to examine. He began stroking his penis with his hands. Lance let out a sweet moan as he felt Artie stroking the shaft. He is pleased. Artie saw how Lance was enjoying himself and proceeded to the second part: he hesitantly but definitely began to caress the head of his cock with his lips. Lancelot let out a sweet moan with a sigh, hinting to Artie that he liked it. The young king with his tongue gently passed along the head and along the trunk, uttering groans. He caressed and sucked the head of the penis more confidently and more confidently, and also kissed the scrotum. Soon Artie began stroking his cock with his hand. The guys enjoyed the caresses. Lancelot threw his head back as Artie moved his hips. Arthur later pulled the cock out of his mouth.
Lancelot gently laid Artie down on the bed and began to caress his cock. The young king closed his eyes and groaned at the caresses. The black-haired kissed the shaft and sucked on the head of the penis. The blond caressed his body with his hands. Artie was hot. He was pleased. Lancelot took out his cock and kissed Arthur on the lips and lay down.
Arthur straddled Lancelot's cock and, putting his hands on his stomach, began to move slowly. He was both hurt and pleased. The blond was stretching out the pleasure. Lance put his hands on Artie's hips and helped him.
- Why did you do that? - Artie exhaled, throwing his head back.
- I missed you…- Lance breathed out.
- You never missed me, - Artie didn't believe, and he leaned over to Lance and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Lancelot returned the kiss. The guys kissed with passion. Artie continued to ride Lance's cock. The black-haired stroked Arthur's back. Soon Lancelot rolled Artie onto his back and began to thrust. The blonde threw back his head, whining at Lance's thrusts. The mind refused to think. Lancelot kissed Arthur passionately again. These kisses completely clouded Artie's head and didn't let him think about anything else. The young king gently brushed his lips over Lancelot's tongue, sucking lightly. Then he turned Lance on his back and, leaning his hands on Lancelot's knees, continued to ride on a member.
- Now do you believe me? - asked Lancelot, purring.
- Now yes, - Arthur drawled. Lancelot got up and leaned his elbows on the bed. The blond, placing his hands on Lance's chest, kissed the black-haired man on the lips. Then he straightened his back sharply with a groan. The guys chuckled. Arthur kissed Lance softly on the lips.
- Artie, I missed you, - Lance admitted. And by your caresses.
- I missed you too, - Artie admitted back. Artie lay down on the bed. - Lance, maybe you can stay with me and we'll continue tomorrow morning," Arthur suggested.
- Apparently, you liked how I warm you with seductive thrusts, - Lancelot grinned and stroked the blond. Artie pushed lightly. Lancelot covered himself and Artie with a blanket and fell asleep with him.