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The door to his room opened without having been knocked, and Hamlet strode in carelessly, half-kicking it shut behind him and proceeding to drape himself cross Horatio’s shoulders. “Good morrow, dear friend.”
Horatio, at his desk, turned not his head and rather kept his eyes to his parchment as he scratched out the end of that thought. “Morrow, my lord,” he mumbled distractedly, pausing only when Hamlet let loose an impatient sound and proceeded to lick the curve of his ear. “My lord!”
Hamlet grinned. “Alas, now so modest in the daylight hours? Let me then tie a thousand marks fo love to a thousand birds, to set them all free that they might block the sun’s unhappy rays and thous wouldst kiss me again.”
Horatio, during this time, wiped clean his quill tip and capped his inkwell afore turning, smiling slightly. “Have you been turning that phrase all morning, my lord?”
“Ack, first no return to my loving tenders and now thou makest mockery of my wit.” Hamlet staggered back a pace, putting a hand over his heart, voice some place twixt reproach and laughter. “Stabbest me with poison daggers, Horatio.”
“Then I must give to you the antidote, aye?” The brunet stood, then, pushing clear his chair and leaning forward to place a kiss gainst the prince’s mouth. “Art thou well now?”
“Aye, well as a lark, as a dove, as long as thou allowest me to nest in thy hand.” Hamlet grinned wider, then, taking Horatio’s hands and tugging him towards the door. “I would we go out; I have yet to break my fast and thou art too thin from all thy reading. We can to Goodwife Maria.”
Horatio dug in his heels a bit, then, pulling them both to a stop and frowning slightly. “I have not the desire to go out, my lord, I have much to study.” Then, thoughtfully, “And so do you.”
“Nay, we will after raiding the inn of all its pies and mead. No man except thou can study in such a state of hunger as I have. We will go out.” Hamlet again began to pull at him, catching Horatio’s coat from the hook and tossing it at the other man, who continued to frown.
“My lord, I have not the means at this moment to go out with you.”
“Thou dost; hast thy feet, to walk, and thy hands to eat; I have given thee thy coat and so thou wilt not freeze,” Hamlet said flippantly, turning and peeking at Horatio, who simply looked back evenly, finding it not as light a matter as that. The prince’s grin faltered a bit, and he tilted his head with a sweeter smile. “I will buy for us, I care not.”
“I would not take your charity, my lord, it is not well done.” Horatio held, still, hand linked with the other man’s, and then Hamlet rolled his eyes and shook his head in much bemusement and relented.
“Aye, as thou wish, we will stay here and thou may study and I will rot away forever, for when thou’rt in thy books, thy bed is as far from thee as Afrik. Unless thou wilt attend to it with me.” Not waiting for an answer, or even for Horatio to consider between his books and Hamlet’s affections, the prince caught up the other man and tugged him towards the bed, sending them both tripping down into the quilt as they kissed and Hamlet’s hand slid up the back of Horatio’s shirt. Rolling over slowly, Hamlet placed a knee between his friend’s legs and bent, kissing over his jaw and neck as Horatio ran ink stained fingers through the prince’s hair, tugging at the back of his jacket with the other hand. Hamlet paused for a moment, peering up, suddenly serious as he moved to press a kiss gainst the other’s mouth. “I would lay with you, Horatio, if thou wilt. Properly.”
Horatio blinked, brows drawing together slightly. “My lord--”
“Nay, worry not, I am confident I can perform most admirably, I have read much on it--”
“From where?” Horatio sat up a bit, to better face the prince, tilting his head. “Surely not the library, twould be nothing there for Master Kruger would go out of his wits. My lord, did you go to the bookstore without me? I did request most adamantly that you speak before you go, as I have some small amount saved and I did want a certain circulatory--”
Hamlet frowned. “Horatio, thou wilt go not with me to break fast but did want to buy more pamphlets?”
“Well.” He was caught, now, though it did seem reasonable to him, “books do last longer than the time it takes to consume them.” At Hamlet’s disbelieving stare, he changed the subject again. “My lord, what book did you read that did instruct on the methods of sodomy? Who would publish such?”
“Tis not sodomy, tis a fair and loving act. I am no sodomite, to make sinful something as sweet as thee.” Hamlet shook his head, and leaned forward, and for a few moments made clear how sweet he thought Horatio truly was.
“But I will show you-- later,” he added, quickly, as Horatio’s face lit up with some curiosity particular to himself and books. Instead he leant forward, catching Horatio’s mouth with his own again, hands fumbling with the ties to both their breeches. The brunet let free a quiet moan, fitting himself up against the prince’s form, which in truth made it some bit difficult to free them both from their clothing and yet was of no bother at all. Latching his mouth to a thin shoulder, Hamlet skimmed his teeth over the scholar’s skin and prodded gently until Horatio rolled a bit.
“My lord,” Horatio started, moaning instead when Hamlet bit at the back of his neck and ran his hands up his thigh, “are you sure--”
“Aye, twill be well done, wait thee a moment…” And then he did some thing and Horatio gasped, hard, face screwing up as it did send a shock of pain through his form. “Horatio?”
“My lord?” Hamlet had not moved, though it did still hurt muchly, and twas all he could do to reply, eyes tightly shut.
“Dost not it… enjoy it not?” Hamlet’s voice was unsure, and gentle, and Horatio shook his head and the prince pulled completely away, waiting as the scholar breathed heavily and rolled back over before he fell to the blankets next to him.
“I am sorry, Horatio, I had meant to use oil but thought twas not important…” Horatio glanced over and Hamlet’s smile was so lovely and apologetic that he did not really mind, and moved closer as the prince nuzzled against his neck again. “Next time I will take more care, it does lose all pleasure if thou gains none from’t.”
“Mmm. My lord,” Horatio said quietly, as Hamlet kissed sweetly as his bared skin, no longer needy and hungry but with intent to sooth away his carelessness, “if you do still wish to break fast we may do so, and try again some time later this day.”
“Aye, there is the Horatio I do love so greatly.”