PSL for red_peril

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[Past lives AU. In a past life, Napoleon was the Duke of Suffolk under King Henry the Eighth. Illya was the Prince of Valencia. They had met when the Duke was visiting Valencia to attend a ball in the King's name. Incidentally they met before the ball due to the Duke being on the grounds hunting and rescuing the Prince from an assassination attempt while he'd been out for a walk. The Duke had seen the Prince drowning and dove into a small lake after him. Soon after this they began an affair and fell in love, but it ended tragically when the Duke was killed in battle. Now they have found one another again. During the first chase, Napoleon felt like he knew the man chasing them and this was why he didn't shoot him. During the meeting the next day, when they were fighting, suddenly Napoleon remembered, but he kept it t himself sine he didn't want anyone to think he was crazy. Illya remembered after he almost drowned and Napoleon saved him. Of course, Napoleon knew that he knew when Illya called him by the name of the man he had been, Charles. After this, Napoleon tried to act like it was nothing, pushing Illya away even though Illya tried his hardest to get closer.)


Charles frowned as the rabbit he'd been aiming at turned and took off as the sounds of what could only be a struggle reached his ears. He turned himself, looking back towards the palace grounds before humming and heading in the same direction they were coming from. He'd only been in Valencia for two days and already he'd fallen in love with it. The city was absolutely beautiful from what he had seen so far and the game was plentiful. When he'd been given permission to do a little hunting, he'd certainly taken the opportunity. Though now he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he should have left the palace grounds themselves.

As he was stepping out of the forest he frowned when he saw a robed man hitting another over the head before quickly dumping him over the edge of a nearby bridge and into what looked to be a deep pond. "You there! Stop!" He shouted, running as quickly as he could towards the bridge. He raised his bow, aiming carefully and managing to embed the arrow he loosed into the attacker's leg, though he doubted that would stop the man completely from running. It might still help them identify him later. He turned, throwing the bow and his quiver down then, turning to the edge of the bridge and without a second thought he dove in, grabbing the other once he found him.

He pulled them both above the surface, gasping for air as he tried to force the other man to breath. "Come on. Breath. Breath!" He shouted, but nothing. So he swam for shore, carefully laying the man out and frowning. He was carefully as he tilted his head, pressing against his chest. It was a new technique, one that had recently made news from Amsterdam and he hoped like hell that it actually worked. He pressed a few times before pressing his mouth over the others, blowing to try and get him to breath again.

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[red_peril]

He hissed at the touch, gentle as it was, it did hurt. "Well, it was my lucky day that the prince was not available. I will have to thank him." Andrew had a little smirk of his own. He was tempted to tell Charles that he was already having a very private audience with the prince. But why spoil the fun?

Especially after that touch on his shoulder. How often did he get to play the ordinary man? Even if the man was slightly deviant from the norms of society. He looked at Charles openly as he moved apart from him. The Englishman was of good form and he certainly seemed open to the idea of spending his afternoon with Andrew. "I really should find a proper way to thank you, Charles. But I am as you see, a man of humble means."

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"You have already allowed me to borrow a set of your clothes and you are giving me time to dry off and have offered a drink. I would accept any way you wish to thank me, even if it were only in words." He said softly, licking his lips a moment later. He stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder this time, feeling the muscle beneath the skin and slowly drawing his thumb over, moving his hand until it was resting around the back of Andrew's neck.

This was a daring move and he knew it, but currently his mind was throwing caution to the wind so he leaned in. His eyes were on Andrew's, watching for any signs that this was not welcome and that he had misjudged before pressing their lips together slowly.

[red_peril]

Charles' touch on his shoulder this time had more intent. He shuddered when that questing hand reached the back of his neck. Andrew blushed a bit as he watched the Englishman come closer, and gave him a smile to let him know that his boldness was appreciated. Andrew closed his eyes as their lips met. After a moment, he parted his, letting Charles deepen the kiss.

He slid an arm around the Englishman's waist and drew him to the bed as they kissed. When their lips parted, he smirked a little. "Here I thought I was supposed to be the one thanking you," he teased.

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"This is certainly a start." He teased back before playfully pushing Andrew to the bed. Once the man was there he moved closer, crawling up over him before letting a hand tangle in the man's blond hair, holding him as he kissed him again only deeper this time.

He shifted, slowly rolling his hips down against the other man's, groaning softly.

[red_peril]

"Indeed..." Andrew chuckled, perfectly willing to let Charles continue in his boldness. "A very good start, I think." He liked the man's hands on him. No one usually dared touch Andrew like this. He found he quite liked it.

Andrew moaned into the kiss as Charles moved over him. His body naturally answering to the Englishman's moves. He opened his legs, welcoming the other man closer.

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He settled himself there when Andrew's thighs spread to give him room, smiling before sucking in a breath as their skin brushed and created just the right kind of friction against both their cocks. "Andrew..." He sighed out, sliding a hand into his hair as he started kissing him again.

[red_peril]

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.

[ill_take_bottom]

He groaned, one hand slipping down to grip the man's hip before moving under his thigh, encouraging him to wrap a leg around him, making it easier for them to rock together. He used the hand in Andrew's hair (mindful of his injury, of course) to tip his head back, giving him full access to the other's throat. He mouthed over his skin, biting and sucking, though not hard enough to leave marks. "Do you have oil?" He asked against his skin.

[red_peril]

Andrew did wrap his leg around Charles' hip. He appreciated that the Englishman was very careful about the bump on his head. But he also appreciated that Charles was not so careful and bold enough to handle him roughly. He happy laid his head back and let Charles do as he wished. Kissing, biting, sucking, teasing... He shuddered beneath Charles.

"Uh... yes..." Andrew reached up to a small shelf above the bed and found the pot of oil with his fingers. Grinning, he handed it to Charles.

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He took the pot, smiling back down at him. "I do enjoy a man who comes prepared." He said playfully as he poured some of the oil on his fingers, spreading it before pulling back enough to drizzle a bit between his cheeks too. Then he reached down, fingers teasing around his hole as he kissed him again, biting and sucking at his lower lip.

[red_peril]

Andrew grinned back, "I do always try to be prepared." He stilled so Charles could apply the oil to him. Moaning into the Englishman's kisses.

[ill_take_bottom]

He gave a hum, watching Andrew's face as he slowly pressed a finger inside him. He smiled, licking his lips before he started kissing down his chest. He smirked, biting at his pec once and growling teasingly. "Hmm good. I might have to visit you often during this trip. The court can be very boring."

[red_peril]

Andrew moaned, back arching as Charles slipped a finger inside him. The growling and teasing made Andrew laugh. "Please do." He understood exactly how boring court could be. "We can relieve each others' boredom."

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He shifted, looking down between them and smirking as he pumped his finger, eventually adding a second and then a third, all while watching himself open the man up. Fuck, but Andrew was beautiful and if this was something he knew he could look forward for the next week...well he would certainly take advantage.

After a moment he finally withdrew his fingers, using more of the oil to slick himself up before shifting and lining up. He hooked one leg up and over his shoulder, winking down at him.

[red_peril]

"Oh, fuck... Charles," he moaned as the Englishman prepared him. He may have given away that he would be at court as well, but at the moment, Andrew didn't care. He just wanted Charles to hurry up and fuck him. He stretched his long leg over the Charles' shoulder, shifting his hips.

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He bent his head, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss as he slowly pressed into him. He groaned deeply into the kiss, bottoming out after a moment and just staying there for several moments to let Andrew adjust.

[red_peril]

He gasped, then moaned against Charles' mouth, a shudder racing down his spine. It had been a while since he'd been with anyone and it did take some getting used to. But it felt so good to have Charles inside him, but Andrew needed more. "Move... please..." he panted between kisses.

[ill_take_bottom]

He didn't have to be asked twice. He smiled against Andrew's skin, nodding slightly before shifting and carefully rocking his hips. He stroked his hands over the man's skin, touching anywhere he could as he worked to set up a rhythm between them.

[red_peril]

"Oh, yes..." It didn't take long before Andrew was moving with him. He kissed and nibbled at Charles' neck, hands roaming over the other man's body as they moved together.

[ill_take_bottom]

He cocked his head back, giving the other more room to roam as he shifted, thrusting a bit harder. Though he was still doing his best to stay mindful of the man's injuries. He bent down, capturing his lips again in a passionate kiss, one hand grasping the back of his neck and just holding him there. "Never found someone so...like you."

[red_peril]

"Neither have I," Andrew panted, looking into the Englishman's beautiful eyes. "I mean..." he chuckled. "I've never met anyone like you." He lifted his head to return Charles' kiss as passionately as it had been given.

[ill_take_bottom]

He smiled into the kiss, shifting even as he pulled back once more and thrust hard, knowing he'd hit the other man's prostate. He groaned, hands moving to the backs of his thighs, squeezing.,

[red_peril]

The hard thrust brought a cry from Andrew, "Fuck... yes. Again Charles. Fuck me hard." He wanted to feel Charles every time he moved for days.

[ill_take_bottom]

He kept thrusting just like that, pumping his hand over Andrew's cock quickly. He wanted the man beneath him to come, to feel him tighten around him.

[red_peril]

Each deep thrust drew a cry of pleasure from him. Charles was going to get his wish very shortly. His back arched again. Every muscle in his body seemed to spasm with pleasure at once, come splattering over his belly.