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"I... I am the Prince to this castle..." Aryin whispered, his voice thickening and deepening with arousal as the seconds went by - his erection was insistent and pressing hard into Larry's stomach; pulsing and twitching mercilessly.

Aryin watched Larry's hands as they traveled his body slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief when his own pants were undone by Larry's hands - he was going commando underneath; which explained his earlier discomfort, the fabric rubbing raw at his sensitive flesh.  Now his erection was curving upward slightly toward his stomach, still pressing against Larry's body with its own demanding needs. Aryin wiggled his hips a little bit and the jeans suddenly slipped from his legs, pooling at his feet - he stepped out of them and carelessly kicked them backward.

"As slow as you need... I won't rush you into anything you're not ready for..." Aryin was still being quiet; perhaps a fear of someone hearing them?  Although that would likely be impossible, due to the loud music still playing in the background of the wedding party - Well past the ordinance of sound for their area, but no cops - except Aryin - ever came to Ancelotti Headquarters, unless on a raid, and there would be no such thing tonight.

Aryin gently cupped Larry's cheek with his palm, kissing the younger man back with equal amounts of passion shown to him; his other hand was lightly moving up and down Larry's side - lightly teasing and tickling along the way.  He let his tongue slip out and wiggle at the seam of Larry's own lips, requesting entrance to enjoy and explore the cavernous depths of Larry's mouth.