They spent the rest of the dinner in complete silence, but Egor couldn't eat properly because the prince was staring at him the whole time, which both embarrassed and aroused the guy.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Egor couldn't resist.
"How do I look at you?"
"I don't know, somehow it's not right!"
"I'm just trying to understand something," Klaus answered without going into details, pouring the rest of the wine into glasses. "Are you full?"
"Yes. I can't wait to find out what the second part of the date is about."
Klaus paid the bill, and they left the restaurant together, but turned towards the reception desk, not the exit.
"Can I ask for another bottle of wine to be brought to room 112?" he turned to the girl behind the counter.
"Yes, of course. Anything else?"
"Do you want anything else?" Klaus asked the discouraged Egor.
"N- no, I don't need anything."
"Then just wine. Shall we go?"
"Have you booked a room?" Egor asked when they approached the stairs.
"Yes, I thought that we have never been just the two of us. Even when we shared a room at my uncle's estate, we were watched all the time. Why don't we have a simple, quiet evening together and talk about... anything!"
There was one bed in the room. No frills, simple, clean and moderately spacious. While Egor was hesitantly fidgeting and examining the furnishings, wine was brought. Klaus opened the bottle and poured the drink into glasses. He sat down leisurely in the chair and looked at Egor.
"You don't like it here?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"No! The room is just great!"
"Then why are you still standing in the doorway? Are you afraid of me or something?"
- Pfft, why would that be?
With feigned bravado, the young man walked deeper into the room and sat down on the bed, taking the offered glass of wine.
They were silent and this silence only weighed on Egor for the first few minutes, then he relaxed and realized that he really felt comfortable just sitting like this with Klaus, when no one was bothering them. Egor became even more convinced of his feelings.
He took a few deep breaths to gather his strength, then got out of bed, put the almost empty glass on the bedside table. He approached the prince, who had been watching his friend's actions all this time, and did the same with the glass in his hand.
"And then what?" Klaus asked when Egor still didn't move.
"Do you know what else they do on a date?"
"Enlighten me."
Egor took another deep breath, exhaled and leaned towards the prince's face.
"Kissing."
Klaus smiled and looked at Egor's lips. This simple movement took the blond's breath away, and the blood pounded so loudly in his ears that he couldn't hear anything.
The prince realized that Egor's courage wasn't enough for more and he himself closed the distance between them, putting one hand on the back of his friend's head. He began the kiss slowly, giving Egor the opportunity to retreat, but he didn't take advantage of it.
Then Klaus deepened the kiss, putting his other hand on Egor's waist and pulling him even closer. The blond guy lost his balance and fell on the prince, managing to put his knee on the chair between Klaus's legs so as not to fall completely.
The prince grabbed the guy more comfortably, pressing him even closer, without breaking the kiss. Egor didn't even try to pull away. He was shocked and happy at the same time. He was overwhelmed with emotions, and the desire to be even closer was growing, so he became a little bolder and put his hands on the prince's shoulders.
"Are you sure you don't want to turn back?" Klaus asked, giving Egor a chance to catch his breath.
"Do you want to?"
"Judge for yourself." Klaus looked meaningfully at Egor's knee, or rather at what was next to it.
Egor followed the prince's gaze. His cheeks were red because he couldn't tear his eyes away from Klaus's protruding erection. He looked into the man's clouded eyes.
"It's... it's me... because of me?"
"Well, if there's a third person in this room that I've kissed, then maybe it was him," Klaus grimaced.
"But I..."
Klaus didn't let him finish and kissed him again. The prince's hand touched the bare skin of his back under his T-shirt, and Egor trembled with excitement. Continuing to kiss the lips, chin, neck of the fair-haired guy, Klaus got up from the chair and pushed Egor towards the bed.
"I'll ask again, are you sure this is what you want from me?" Klaus asked, giving Egor one last chance to retreat, hanging over him.
"Yes," Egor exhaled, shuddering from the prince's new touches.
Klaus stood up, threw off his T-shirt and hung over Egor again. The fair-haired guy stretched out his trembling hands and ran his fingers over Klaus's bare chest, whose abdominal muscles immediately tensed.
"Can I?" Egor asked Klaus, looking away with an embarrassed look.
"Now you can do whatever you want."
Egor blushed even more, but still overcame his embarrassment. This could be his only chance, and he had to squeeze the most out of it. The guy raised himself on his elbows and barely touched Klaus's chest with his lips. He shuddered, which gave the blond confidence. He pushed Klaus, directing him to the bed next to him. The prince obediently lay down, allowing Egor to do whatever he wanted.
With each kiss, Egor's desire grew and erased all embarrassment. He kissed Klaus everywhere, bit his nipples, ran his tongue along the thin strip of hair leading to his groin. He felt every tense muscle of the prince, heard his quickening breathing.
The realization that he was the one bringing Klaus to this state gave him confidence, so his hands no longer shook when he began to unbuckle his pants. He pulled them down to his knees along with his underwear and looked at Klaus' horny cock. He felt something leaking out of his own cock.
Did Egor cum just from the sight of the prince's dick? What a disgrace! But it still didn't stop him. When he reached out, Klaus stopped him.
"Are you sure you want this?"
Egor looked up at the prince's face. Light sweat appeared on his forehead, his always perfect hairdo was disheveled, his cheeks were pink, his eyes were clouded, his breathing was rapid. Klaus was as excited as Egor himself.
"As never before," Egor answered, grabbing his cock with his hand and pointing it into his mouth.
After the first movements, Egor heard a weak moan and increased his efforts, but he was not allowed to finish. Klaus abruptly lifted the guy, pinned him under himself and kissed him passionately, unbuttoning Egor's belt at the same time.
When the last piece of Egor's clothes flew to the floor, and Klaus's hand slid along the inside of his thigh, the fair-haired guy shuddered, remembering his embarrassment.
"I...," he tried to stop Klaus so that he would not get his hands dirty.
"It's okay," the prince whispered right into his lips. "It's even good."
The man continued to move his hand along Egor's wet thighs, without stopping kissing the guy's chin, neck, chest, until he relaxed a little. The hand began to move further and stopped.
"I'll ask you one last time, are you sure you want this?"
"Klaus, don't make me repeat it again," said Egor. "I made my choice a long time ago."
"Okay," the prince smiled and pulled away, but only to get the lubricant and condom from the pocket of his pants that were lying at his feet.
Egor felt a rush of heat from the realization that Klaus had prepared for this in advance, which meant that all his actions now were not justified by pity or guilt. The prince also wanted to go further.
Klaus squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto his hand and looked at Egor, who was red with embarrassment.
"Turn around. The first time, it's better to do it from behind."
Egor obediently turned around and tucked his legs under himself. This embarrassed him even more, but he restrained himself, realizing that if he showed uncertainty now, Klaus would stop everything, deciding that Egor had not yet decided or whatever else would come into the future king's head.
Cool and slippery from the lubricant fingers made Egor shudder. He closed his eyes when he felt the penetration of a finger, then a second.
"Relax," a hoarse voice was heard over his ear, and then his shoulders and back were showered with light kisses.
Despite the prince's outward coldness, his detachment and, it would seem, complete indifference to other people's feelings, he did everything as carefully as possible, even tenderly. Egor relaxed and allowed Klaus to do everything that was needed.
The fingers disappeared, and the sound of a tearing bag was heard. Egor realized that the time had come, and involuntarily tensed up again. When the head of the prince's penis touched the young man's body, he recoiled, but strong hands returned it to its place.
"No, I gave you a chance to retreat," Klaus whispered into his neck.
Slow advancement caused minimal pain, but the growing feeling of fullness frightened Egor.
"Wait, wait," he begged.
"Just a little more, be patient."
Egor breathed raggedly through his mouth until the forward movement stopped and he felt Klaus's skin touch his buttocks.
"Does it hurt?"
"No," Egor said breathlessly, "it's just... it's just very unusual."
A light laugh, a string of kisses, one hand slightly bent him in the lower back, the other grabbed his cock. He began to move both from the front and from behind. The discomfort from the fullness faded into the background, giving way to pleasure, and after a few movements a light groan escaped Egor's lips.
This served as a signal for Klaus, and he began to move faster. They both plunged into sensations they had never experienced before. Rapid breathing, uncontrollable moans and a powerful orgasm knocked the last of Egor's strength out of him, and he fell onto the bed.
Klaus was also breathing heavily and lay down next to him, pulling Egor closer to him and throwing his leg over him.
"I'm dirty," the fair-haired man tried to move away, having experienced a wave of orgasm, and he was so embarrassed that he could not turn his head and look at the prince.
"Me too," Klaus answered, pressing the guy even closer, turning his friend's red face towards himself and kissing him on the forehead. "How do you feel?"
"Embarrassed" Egor admitted and buried his face in the bed again.
Klaus got out of bed, took cigarettes and a lighter out of his pants and went to the window, not bothering to put anything on.
Egor looked at the perfect back, buttocks, disheveled long hair of the prince and could not believe what had happened. He smiled and pressed his face into the sheets again.
"I'm the first in the shower."
He slowly got out of bed. Yes, losing his virginity was not as painful as he thought, but now it seemed to him that his lower back was about to fall apart. He gasped, and Klaus immediately turned to him with a worried face.
"Does it hurt?"
"Everything is fine. Don't look like that, everything is really better than I expected. Really," Egor smiled and wandered into the shower.