A distraction was under way. The two princes slipped away from the crowds and tucked themselves away around the corner in a corridor. Finally, they could breathe comfortably in the comfort of privacy. As soon as they joined hands a calm shrouded the atmosphere, hidden from the eyes of anyone but each other. Ali held up something in his hand, split in half to share. "I noticed you weren't eating. It's not much but do try and have more. There's no reason for a prince to be starving."
"Are you trying to poison me? Or did you steal it from the marketplace when I wasn't looking?" Snow teased with a smile as he took what was offered. Bright, ripe, and red - an apple was all Ali had brought for them. "Do you remember that old story Fowler would tell the three of us before bed? And then Jafar would tell a much different one where the apple healed the sick instead of killing whoever ate it?" He bit into his half eagerly, realizing just now how hungry he was.
"How could I not? My sister asked to hear your kingdom's story almost every night after the first time. Rather silly, don't you think? Such a simple fruit yet both our lands had a story about it? I wouldn't be surprised if far away lands unknown have the same tale, or something similar at the very least. They are just stories told to entertain children, in the end."
"Afraid I must disagree," Snow chimed with a gleeful smile aimed at the other. "Folktales are a wonderful source of culture and philosophy of one's homeland. We both know a story involving a magic fruit, but think about it! In one tale the apple is a symbol of hope, life, and brotherhood. Meanwhile, another treats the apple as a token of Death, despair, and jealousy. They teach children the values of family, to be wary of strangers, and reflect our people's outlook on matters of conflict or competition."
Although he was listening, Ali could only roll his eyes and smirk at Snow. "Even grown, you still have your head in the clouds." His words were harmless. The small giggle in his tone and the clean in his eyes said he was giving only some playful teasing. "When will you finally make it snow from way up there? Do tell me. I'm waiting for you to cast a blizzard."
"Is that supposed to be a poetic way of saying you'll like to hear me talk forever?"
"Is it working?"
The two shared a laugh.
"I'll send a blizzard after you only if you enclose me in an inferno."
"I think that can be arranged," Ali said as he offered the rest of the fruit to Snow, which he took without question. "Could warm you up right here and now," he suggested with a smirk. He didn't wait for Snow to answer and had already begun tethering his magic through his hands into Snow's.
The cold one felt the heat bubble at his fingertips before streaming up his arm and into his chest. He sighed and relaxed against the wall, letting his shoulders drop and slouch. "Like a drug," he said with a nod as he closed his eyes. Another bite and he finished the first half of the apple.
Ali smiled warmly at Snow and rubbed his thumb over his hand. "I love the way you look when you're warm." He rubbed his thumb over again and gripped tighter. "And the way you feel."
The crowd in the grand hall cheered to the sounds of swords clashing. It sounded as though Fowler was keeping everyone quite entertained.
"I'm happy when I'm with you, Ali. Always have been."
"I know."
Their eyes met, and they shared a kiss. Ali purred against Snow's face as he reached a hand down and cupped Snow's cock through his breeches.
Swiftly, Snow moved to swat him away, almost dropping the remaining apple slice. He pinched it between his teeth, and his hand darted for Ali's wrist.
"Shhh," Ali whispered, leaning in close. His breath tickled Snow's ear. Ali's body pressed up against his love, guiding him to back up against the wall. "They're all distracted by their little sword fights, and you're just having a snack. Meanwhile, I'm just helping my gracious host," he snickered. He had always been the playful and bold type. Ali gave Snow a cheeky smile, showing his teeth. His chest pressed into Snow's, and his hand moved, feeling up and down the other's pants as he bucked his hips forward, all the better to grind into him.
"I haven't seen you in months. I can't wait any longer."
Snow dared not let himself get too excited, lest his moans be heard. He held the fruit between his teeth to silence himself. His jaw tensed, teeth clenched into the dense core. Juice began to drip down the side of his chin. He felt his cock harden to Ali's touch, and his skin set ablaze with kisses being trailed down his neck as Ali undid his collar. Snow raised both hands to hold Ali back by his muscular arms.
"Wanted to feel me that badly," Ali teased as he flexed his muscles. "Well then, by all means, touch all you want." He guided Snow's hand to touch him through the folds of his robe. Upon finding the other's erection so easily, Snow shuddered, stunned. This shameless bastard, Ali! He wasn't wearing anything under his formal robe. He must have half-planned for this kind of encounter to happen.
Snow groaned, but relaxed, and his fingers curled around Ali to give him a few slow, gentle strokes.
"That's it," Ali mused before giving Snow another kiss on the cheek. His hands went back to work, unbuttoning his breeches.
This experience had been lurking in the back of his mind ever since their elephant had passed through the city gates. Even during their time in the garden, he had been repressing the urge to claim Snow by the well. Just the idea of bending him over the short stone wall and disrobing him had gotten Ali excited, that is, until he slipped from the overhead and fell into the murky water. This time, there would be no distractions. No more waiting.
Ali unbuttoned Snow's breeches and shuffled them down with his underwear until Snow's cock slipped out, rose, and seeped against his hand. One hand took hold of Snow's dick, and the other reached around to grab at his ass. "Looks like you couldn't wait, either." He kissed the prince's cheek again and began to toy with him as the crowds cheered for whoever had won the current duel. Ali angled himself carefully so that Snow's cock would throb in his hand, and rub up along his wrist each time he pumped.
His finger slipped into Snow's pants and dug around his firm ass. He reached around the curve of his glutes and into his crack until he found his way to rub and press at his hole. Snow jerked himself forward, excited, to which Ali pinned him back against the wall, and rocked his hips, humping into Snow's hand. "Behave yourself," he cooed. Rich, coming from the one who didn't show any concern for decency or privacy. Ali circled the tip of his finger slowly around the ring of Snow's hole before giving it a few pokes. He smirked and peppered kisses up and down Snows' neck as he felt the prince shiver against him. "That's it. That's my snowflake. Melting for me."
Many nights he had pleasured himself, thinking of Snow when they were apart, but nothing could ever be equal to the real thing. His icy touch around his pulsing weapon, the taste of his excitement lingering on his skin, and the feel of Snow shivering in his grip - Ali was just as hypnotized in his lust as Snow. He let out an elongated breath through his nose. The fire in him burned hotter and sent a wash of heat from his fingertips to Snow's anus. Another shot from his cock and balls into Snow's hand.
Snow flustered more with great frustration while still trying to contain and compose himself even as he humped into Ali's hand.
He'd never admit it, but Ali knew Snow was just as pent up and lust-crazed as he was. Snow just carried himself with more restraint and modesty. The minute Ali initiated was when Snow lost himself.
Ali pushed forward and the tip of his finger was absorbed inside. It was crude to enter so hastily, and dry, but Ali was impatient and needy, wanting to feel his love's inner heat encase any part of him. If only that finger was his dick, he thought. He felt Snow's body weaken, and his loins thump with anticipation. They were both getting close. Not just yet. There was still plenty Ali had planned for right then. Just feeling Snow stir and wiggle in his arms from a little fingering made Ali want to spin him around, press him into the wall, and take him.
The cheers from the grand hall were a cruel, frustrating reminder that they didn't have a lot of time. Duels normally didn't last long.
He clenched his hand and curled his finger. He prodded at Snow's insides and felt his prince's hole twitch and tighten around him. Snow gasped, gagged by the apple in his mouth. An abrupt crunch and the fruit fell from his lips. He was almost choking with his mouth full.
Snow spilled his seed into Ali's hand. He had always been the weaker one of the two, Ali thought.
He let go of Snow's cock and brought his hand up to lick the prince's juices off, smiling, looking him in the eye as he did so.
Snow coughed when he finally swallowed the chunks of fruit and huffed soft, slow pants. His gaze fell on his hand, still feeling up and down Ali's cock. His tongue stretched across his face to lick at the apple juice that stained his chin. "Do it," he heard Ali say as he pulled his finger from him. Snow blinked, looking back up at him as he lapped the last bit of seed from his hand. He understood what Ali had been thinking, and he gulped.
The prince dropped to his knees, and Ali softly patted the top of his head. "That's it. How I missed this - this sight of you, being with you like this," he said as he rocked himself forward. The red, spearheaded tip of his cock tapped and kissed Snow's lips. He gave a taste of his pre-cum before entering his mouth.
Long, smooth strides were taken. Ali was firm in fucking Snow's mouth, but he was not cruel or selfish. He'd let the other prince adjust, get used to it all before pushing deep. The way Snow's tongue massaged his shaft, and the warmth of his throat enclosed around sent Ali to another world. He grunted as he watched Snow swallow his cock. His balls swung in his thrusts and slapped against Snow's chin with a delicate pop. He was a vision, Ali thought.
Already, Ali imagined going further.
He wanted to hear Snow moaning his name as he stabbed into his other end. Maybe he had been too impatient, knowing he couldn't do that with what little time they had. Ali looked down and saw the wanton look on Snow's face, cheeks burning pink, as he bobbed his head up and down his length. The warm and squishy feeling of his love cheeks squeezing around him proved too much to resist. "Fuck. Snow…" Ali grabbed a fistful of Snow's hair and pushed his face down. His muscles tensed, his cock flexed in sharp, rough pokes that reached to the back of Snow's throat. He emptied his balls in the prince's mouth.
One. Two. Three spurts were fed to Snow. He watched as Snow swallowed, and then continued sucking, making sure to leave Ali's cock sleek and clean when he pulled off. Snow gasped and coughed when he finally did.
"Enchanting," Ali huffed as he helped Snow stand. "You won't read about that in any fairy tale."
The prince stood, and they both swiftly began to straighten themselves, tucking their instruments of pleasure back in their clothes. "You always did get bored unless there was an unexpected twist," Snow said with a snarky laugh. They kissed, and their tongues met, deep and passionate. The crowds cheered as the third duel came to an end.
Their moment was over, and it was time to return to their duty. Ali would go off to meet and mingle among the natives of Stone Roll, leaving Snow to finally attend a dance with Princess Paribanu.