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Hamlet, Hamlet / Horatio, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

Title: My Prince
Fandom: Hamlet
Characters: Hamlet, Horatio
Genre: Romantic, Sentimental, Erotic
Alerts: Lime , Slash
Rating: Red
Party: 1 / 1
Note: this also Written for p0rn fest, a prompt adorable \u0026lt;3





The Prince of Denmark was sitting on his bed, his knees against his chest, hands pressed on the head. Horace entered the room, closing the door behind him.
Hamlet was going to call you by name when he saw this already spoke, without moving his lips but no sound came from it.
He respected the silence and moved quietly, sitting on the side of his bed. Hamlet stopped moving imperceptibly back and forth, tightening his lips. If Horace had not known that insanity was false and crafted to confuse the enemies of the kingdom, he might have thought that her prince had now crossed the fateful line, losing himself. In a moment his own thought humans caused a great fear and the unconscious desire not to lose it, it moves: his arm slipped on the shoulders of the prince, shaking hands with just one shoulder in an attempt to comfort, to remind him that all was not sick in that world.
Hamlet slowly lowered his arms, turning her face toward him, her eyes finally a bit 'quieter.
"Thank you, my friend."
Orazio remained steady while the prince was leaning toward him, touching his lips with his own and everything seems to freeze.


Hamlet kissing his body as if his lips were butterflies alighting on him quickly and gently, not leaving time to breathe: they had been childhood friends and even Horace could not believe what was happening.
Prince moved on him, moving his lips in silence, telling poems of distant lands beyond the sea, the joy of life and destruction of death, or at least that was what Horace thought, his gaze fixed on red lips of his best friend, the future of his sire, the only man in the world that he gave his life. A
he was giving everything.
There was pain, so much more than what you would imagine. Probably had issued almost a cry in the beginning, despite much more pleasure now try to imagine what, but the strange thing was that he had not even heard.
not heard the words of his prince, did not hear the groans of Hamlet nor Horace, nor the sound of their bodies and not those of the bed.
The pleasure was moving in waves, flooding, depriving them of all sense of time, accompanying him on the threshold of ecstasy, and stopped at the border between the pain and madness.
saw Hamlet gape while poetry ceased, reaching its peak, and he himself felt at peace until his best friend, the only thing that still kept him tied to that place, not dropped on him, breathing heavily on his chest. And suddenly
Horace began to hear everything, fully realizing what had happened between them.
Prince of Denmark rubbed his head on his chest and he was almost certain that the same maybe a tear to escape from his eyes.
"Thank you, my friend."
"Anything, my prince."