Before Naxar could do anything else, Adonias grabbed him by his doublet and dragged him into another kiss, pouring all of himself into it.Naxar groaned against him. His hands came around to pull Adonias tight against his body. His hips moved, and Adonias sucked in a breath as he felt the other man’s erection pressing hard against him. The proof of Naxar’s arousal made him feel powerful. Alive. His own cock was rock hard, straining against his breeches.Naxar slid his hands down Adonias’s back to cup his ass. The touch sent sparks flying through his body. He gasped as Naxar ground his stiff cock against Adonias’s hard length, their breeches keeping them apart but also adding knee-weakening friction to every grind of his hips.Suddenly, Naxar swung him around so his back was pressed against the trunk of the willow tree. His lips tingled, swollen from the kissing, and his cock ached for the return of that wonderful friction. He reached for Naxar again, yearning for both to continue.With one big hand, Naxar pinned him to the tree. The man’s stare seemed hot enough to light Adonias on fire as Naxar brought his other hand oh-so-teasingly up Adonias’s thigh, then slowly stroked over where his cock throbbed against his breeches.He groaned, thrusting his hips forward, eager for more touch, more friction. Nothing mattered but easing the desperate ache inside him. He ignored all other distractions. Insects. The smell of the swamp. His own nervously pumping heart. Those things were all pushed aside by the crashing wave of his desire as it swallowed everything.Slowly, almost as if the man were tormenting him, Naxar began to unlace Adonias’s breeches. Then Naxar’s warm hand reached inside, finding Adonias’s cock and drawing it free. His fingers brushed lightly along the hard length, drawing a gasp from the prince.Naxar chuckled deeply as his thumb caressed the tip of Adonias’s manhood, finding the slit already weeping precum. With his thumb, he drew that wetness down below the head of his cock, along the underside of the shaft, leaving Adonias breathless. He kept one hand pinning the prince against the tree as the other began to slowly work Adonias’s cock in long, slow strokes along the silken skin.Pleasure built inside him, flaring higher and hotter as Naxar increased the speed of his strokes. The man’s hand was so skilled, Adonias knew he was only moments from shooting his seed everywhere like some inexperienced lover. He opened his mouth to protest, to warn the man to slow down or he would lose control.He didn’t get a word out. Naxar pulled him into a fierce kiss, stilling his protest. Adonias’s head was spinning, and his blood rushed through his veins. The warrior king gently but firmly turned him around so the prince’s ass faced him. Adonias had both hands pressed against the rough bark of the tree trunk to support him as he leaned forward. His knees felt wobbly as if they might buckle at any moment.