To a Breathless Oblivion
By SMYGO4EVA
They were settled in with a touch of light, enough to see the old trees and fog in the forest. Richard knew this was where he would always find him, find Henry, his shepherd.
He looked past the fog and saw those eyes, soft and wavering. The heaviness in his heart dissolved as Henry walked towards Richard, his blonde hair and gentle features always a sight for the King.
Richard moved closer as Henry's hand soon twined with his own, and they stopped short on the old oak tree, ancient as time itself.
"Don't go where I can't follow," Henry spoke, his voice above a whisper, and yet only for Richard to hear, as they were the only ones in the darkened forest.
Richard could not help the smile growing on his face, a small, sincere one. "I won't, not now or ever."
He uttered so many things, hoping for survival and sitting upon his throne; they were tainted utterances with lies and despair.
But these words in which he spoke, he meant every single one of them.
Henry reached out his hands, softly grasping Richard's face, and pressed his lips upon his King's, soft as flower petals yet heated in passion.
How swiftly they had moved, hands all over, from gentle words of courting to discarded clothing and gasping inhales. It was a testament to how much Henry wanted Richard to have his body and soul. Richard couldn't bear another moment from Henry, who loved him through and through; absolutely nothing that could interfere with them under the darkened skies.
Richard felt the warmth of Henry, the sounds he gave equally as sweet to savor. He knew how Henry melted under his touch, pleading for a little more in words and movement.
Henry felt the tender cling of Richard's hands upon his shoulder, his legs wrapped around his shepherd's waist. He gazed upon his King, looking so needy he almost looked hurt.
Richard pressed his lips upon Henry's, his back still upon the tree trunk, steadying him as Henry moved inside of him. Henry trembled, and Richard held onto him tightly, urging him to keep moving.
Such heated friction bloomed such pleasure. They had become one many, many times, under the cover of darkness, to the early light of morning; it always felt new and alive.
Henry whispered sweet words in Richard's ear, and Richard kissed his face, his neck, and lips, each kiss an affirmation, a mark of affection he never gave to anyone else.
Their movements became hurried, chasing the pleasure they sought, growing tight until such bliss engulfed them both. Richard gasped out his release, such a lovely feeling. Henry moaned out his ecstasy, his voice hitched, releasing inside his King, then burying his face in Richard's neck.
When such bliss of their union pulsed, ebbed, and faded, they slid down the tree trunk under the looming branches and pulled away.
The night air was cool, crisp, and welcome with them.
Richard sat beside Henry, put his head on his shoulder, and smiled. Henry placed his head on Richard's, hands entwined, both in a breathless oblivion.