ripped

Now that he was looking much more clearly, this man had very kissable lips.

Alexander remained unmoving at the thought he considered forbidden in his mind.

Yes, he wanted to kiss this man right now but something was holding him back.

Damon was growing frustrated at having to wait for his reply so he leaned in and subtly brushed his lips against his.

It was a soft kiss that evoked a positive reaction from the man that had been a statue and he couldn't resist the urge to smirk as he tugged at his lips, his movements growing a bit urgent as his hands found their way to the sides of his neck.

His skin was hot beneath his cool one and

he tugged at his lower lip, silently coaxing Alexander to kiss him back.

Apart from the small shiver that he had received earlier, Damon had got no other action that could make him know if Alexander wanted this.

Alex was taken back by the softness of the lips that were lightly pressed against his.

He had kissed a few women before but nothing compared to this kiss.

His mind screamed that it was forbidden and yet it felt so good.

Alex was at a loss as he remained motionless.

Damon pulled away, feeling a bit disoriented as he kept his eyes lowered.

He had never been rejected by anyone and yet this man had wordlessly rejected him...

His chest tugged uncomfortably.

He felt numerous emotions at the same time, embarrassment, pain, anger and frustration.

Damon's jaw clenched as he stilled himself to look up at the man before him.

"Get out." He said, his voice stern.

Alexander grimaced slightly as he looked at the man that was glaring up at him.

He looked hurt and angry and a part of him knew that he was to blame.

Now he was confused, irritated and conflicted but most of all, he did not like the thought of being tossed out after being kissed so sensually by this man.

The alcohol that partially clouded his thoughts gave him more courage to act.

His movements were fast as he grabbed his nape and switched their positions, trapping the prince between his body and the door.

Damon's eyes flew wide in surprise at the sudden turn of events.

"You do not get to kiss me and throw me out of your room shortly afterwards... your highness." Alexander scolded, his voice deep and hoarse.

Damon blinked, his lips slightly ajar as he looked up at the man standing before him.

His thumb grazed his lips in a deliberately slow movement that made Damon shudder.

Alexander had always been aware of the prince's enticingly perfect looks but he had never thought of kissing him, holding him or standing this close to him.

He was a man and that option had never occurred to him but as he looked down at his slightly flushed face,Alex was certain he wasn't about to let this man go.

He could not budge even if the fires of hell were licking at his toes.

Their lips clashed in a dance of heated passion that had both of them groan out in pleasure.

Yes...this felt too good and so right and Alex didn't hesitate to grab his hips and tug him closer, only growing frustrated at the lack of direct contact because his armor stood in the way.

He paused their kiss and hurriedly pulled off the pieces of metal, one by one, placing them in a pile.

Damon watched him, dazed and intoxicated as the broad chest he had fantasied about for several nights came into view, lightly covered with a thin white shirt.

When he was done, their heated gazes met and Damon closed the distance between them, his hands daringly slipping beneath his shirt to feel his body.

His slow, exploratory touches made Alexander's breath hitch, his abnorminal muscles clenching and relaxing at the contact.

"You are ripped." Damon noted as he gazed up at him.

His heart stopped when Alexander flashed him a toothy white smile.

"Is that a compliment, your highness?" He breathed as he leaned in, his cheek brushing against his.

"Yes." Damon replied, standing on his tip toes so that he could teasingly bite his earlobe.

A small tremor through his body made Damon smile at the realization that he was so sensitive to touch.

Alex's hands that were resting on his nape made their way down to his waist, pulling his closer.

"You have very kissable lips." He admitted as he looked down at the pink lips that were effortlessly capturing his attention.

Damon grinned as he slid his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground.

"Then...kiss me." He breathed invitingly and Alex did not hesitate.

They kissed passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies as they tumbled towards the bed.

Soon they were completely naked, their skins bare as their bodies entwined in heady and unquenchable desire.

"Faster..." Damon groaned as his nails dug into Alex's strong and sturdy shoulders.

He silently complied, thrusting deeper and harder until they both convulsed, their bodies fully satieted and sweaty after a few more rounds.

Alex let himself collapse into the soft furs that covered the bed, allowing himself to get some much needed rest after a month of nights spent awake on duty.

He wrapped his arms around the man at his side, cuddling him to his body as he let himself slip into a deep slumber.

Damon stayed awake, his icy blue eyes unfathomable as he looked at his sleeping face.

He finally had this man in his bed but instead of feeling happy and victorious, he dreaded the next morning.

Damon had tasted the intoxicating alcohol that lingered in his kisses.

His eyes had been a bit glazed, an indicator that he had been quite drunk during their rigorous love making.

The next morning, the stern, cold and guarded man was probably going to be back and Damon hated the disappointment that settled in his heart at the thought.

Now that he had had a taste of him, he wanted more and he couldn't not stop until this man was truly his.

Drunk or sober.