Napoleon Solo

He gasped a little as Charles moved over him, skin against skin setting up a delicious friction. He slid his hands over Charles' skin. Reaching up, he tangled his fingers into the dark curls along the back of the Englishman's neck. Andrew kissed him back, relishing every moment, every inch of skin explored. He wanted to lose himself in Charles' embrace and for once in his life, just be Andrew instead of a King's son.