The first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy drapes of Prince Eirik's room, casting a soft, golden light across the plush furnishings and ornate décor.
The early morning hush was interrupted only by the occasional rustle of the wind against the windows, a serene calm that belied the turmoil brewing within Eirik's heart.
He stirred beneath the silken sheets, feeling as though he had fought a thousand soldiers in his sleep.
His entire body ached with the weight of his emotions, and his heart felt heavy with the impending reality of his arranged marriage to Prince Kaelix. Each breath he took was laced with the bitter taste of impending loss.
Eirik slowly opened his eyes, his vision clearing to reveal the familiar, comforting sight of his lover, Sadiki, still holding him close.
The warmth of Sadiki's embrace was a small solace in the midst of his turmoil, the only anchor in the storm of despair that threatened to consume him.
But even this comfort was tainted by the knowledge that it could be the last time they would share such intimacy.
Sadiki slept peacefully, his strong arms wrapped protectively around Eirik, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Eirik smiled sadly, the memory of how they first met flooding back to him.
It had been during a stroll through the palace gardens, a place Eirik often retreated to when the pressures of royal life became too much.
That day, restless and seeking a distraction, he had wandered further than usual, until he found himself at the training grounds where the soldiers practiced their combat skills.
Among the throng of warriors, his eyes had been inexplicably drawn to one soldier in particular, Sadiki.
At that time, Sadiki had been an ordinary soldier, yet there was something about him that captivated Eirik.
His strong, lithe form, the way he moved with precision and grace, and his unwavering focus had left a lasting impression on the young prince.
From that day forward, Eirik had found every excuse to sneak down to the training grounds, just to watch Sadiki. He would hide behind pillars and bushes, his heart racing with excitement and nerves as he admired the soldier from afar, his affection growing with each stolen glance.
It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday that Eirik had finally found the courage to act on his feelings.
When his father, King Xavian, had asked him what he wished for as a birthday gift, Eirik had boldly requested for Sadiki to be assigned as his personal guard, relieving his then-guard of his duties.
The king had hesitated, suspecting his son's motives, but had ultimately granted the request, unaware of the deepening bond between them.
Having Sadiki close by had been both a blessing and a torment.
Eirik often found himself stealing glances, admiring Sadiki's muscular build, the way he spoke with quiet authority, and the fierce loyalty he displayed in every task.
The boundaries of their relationship were blurred by unspoken feelings and longing stares, and it had been during a quiet evening in his chambers, while discussing some mundane matter, that Eirik had surprised himself by leaning in and kissing Sadiki.
He had been terrified of how Sadiki would react, his heart pounding with fear of rejection.
But to his immense relief and joy, Sadiki had returned the kiss with equal fervor, pulling Eirik close as if he had been waiting for this moment just as long.
From that moment on, they had been lovers, though they kept their relationship a secret for fear of Sadiki being sent away.
Despite the depth of their love, they had never gone beyond kissing and cuddling.
Eirik had always been too shy, too uncertain to take that final step. But now, as he lay in Sadiki's arms, the thought of being given away to someone he did not love filled him with dread, and as he traced the lines of Sadiki's sleeping face with his fingers, he felt a surge of desperation.
*Should we elope?* he wondered, the thought fleeting but powerful. But the idea was quickly dismissed.
He could not bear to be responsible for the fall of Valeidio or to hurt his family in such a selfish manner. His duty as a prince chained him to the kingdom, bound by obligations he could not ignore.
A new resolve filled him. Though the idea of marrying Prince Kaelix was abhorrent, he knew what he wanted to do first.
He would not let the ruthless prince take his virginity. That right belonged to Sadiki, the man he truly loved, the man who had captured his heart long before the cruel politics of their world had tried to tear it away.
Eirik began to kiss Sadiki, his touch gentle at first but growing more insistent. He kissed the side of his neck, the corner of his mouth, his fingers threading through Sadiki's hair as if anchoring himself to the moment.
Sadiki stirred, slowly waking up, and his eyes opened to see Eirik's tear-streaked face so close to his own.
"My prince," Sadiki murmured, concern etching his features. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Eirik paused, his heart aching at the worry in Sadiki's eyes. "I'm alright," he whispered, though the truth was far from it. He resumed kissing Sadiki, pouring all his love and desperation into the act, trying to communicate everything he could not say with words.
Sadiki, sensing something different in Eirik's kisses, gently pulled back. "What's going on, my prince? This feels… different."
Eirik looked into Sadiki's eyes, his own filled with sorrow and determination. "I've made up my mind," he said softly, the words a painful truth he could not escape. "I will marry Kaelix." The words tasted bitter on his tongue, and he saw the hurt flash across Sadiki's face.
Sadiki's grip tightened on Eirik, his own heart breaking. "I understand," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no choice. I wish I were powerful enough to stop this from happening."
Eirik shook his head, brushing his fingers against Sadiki's lips to silence him. "But before I go, I want you to have my first. I want you to be the one to take my virginity. No one else but you."
Sadiki was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. The depth of Eirik's love and trust touched him deeply, and he felt a mixture of sadness and gratitude. "My prince, are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, afraid to believe what he was hearing.
Eirik nodded, his eyes full of resolve. "Yes. I want it to be you. Only you, my love."
With a tender, yet urgent, kiss, they began to undress each other, their movements filled with a desperate need to cherish this moment. Each touch was laden with emotion, a silent communication of all they could not say aloud.
Sadiki's hands trembled slightly as he undid the clasps of Eirik's robe, his touch reverent and gentle. Eirik's breath hitched as he felt Sadiki's hands on his skin, their warmth and strength providing a comfort he had come to rely on.
They broke the kiss briefly to catch their breath, their foreheads resting against each other, the moment charged with unspoken emotions. "I promise to give you the best experience," Sadiki murmured, his voice filled with love and an underlying sadness. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
Eirik nodded, his trust in Sadiki absolute. He lay back on the bed, watching as Sadiki admired his body with eyes full of love and desire, a gaze that made Eirik feel cherished beyond words.
Sadiki kissed every inch of his skin, worshipping him with his lips and hands. Eirik's moans filled the room, his body trembling with pleasure and emotion. Each kiss was a silent promise, a vow of love that transcended the cruel fate awaiting them.
Sadiki's kisses trailed down to Eirik's inner thigh, each press of his lips igniting a searing, electrifying fire that sent shivers through Eirik's entire body.
Eirik moaned, his face flushed with a deep crimson, eyes squeezed shut as he surrendered to the intense pleasure coursing through him.
As Sadiki's lips ventured closer to his shaft, the anticipation was almost unbearable, every nerve in Eirik's body on edge, each second stretching into an eternity.
As Sadiki's lips were about to reach their destination, the anticipation was almost unbearable, every nerve in Eirik's body on edge.
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Author's Rant:
I'll not be putting any warning notice, on any chapter that has NC scene, the only warning you get, it's the one on the synopsis.
With that being said, just know that any chapter could be an adult scene... hahahaha
Oh and this is my first time writing an adult scene, hope I tried?
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