April Short Comic : Romeo and Beau + Bonus! ✨

The prince Beau and the stable boy Romeo have a sneaky encounter! Romeo is a little younger than the prince but no one can tell 👀

Also, i love Milton with all my heart, he only wants to eat, he is a good boy that likes hair XD Billy comes to give him an apple sometimes, but it's their little secret u.u

✨ BONUS!! Here is an adorable scene Liddie wrote for them! I love her writing and her ideas so much, and she always gives the characters so much more life than what i do <3 I'm always so grateful and amazed by what she creates *^*

“–and really, the most important thing is to stay relaxed.”

“Uh huh.” Beau is only half paying attention to the lesson, his eyes fixed on the stable hand’s mouth as he talks.

“Horses can feel the tension in your body,” Romeo is saying. “So keeping your knees relaxed and loose is key.”

“Of course,” Beau agrees blindly. He licks his lips, watching how Romeo’s mouth moves to shape the words that spill from his lips. They're nicely shaped and full, only a little chapped. And Beau very much wants to know how they would feel against his own.

They'd be soft and perfect, he thinks. Adept at guiding the inexperienced prince with slow but sure movements. Romeo would lead the kiss and work Beau up with okay his mouth, until the prince is panting and whimpering for more.

“–ighness? Your Highness!”

The daydream vanishes. “W-What?” Beau says dumbly, his eyes flicking up from Romeo’s mouth to his eyes.

Immediately the concerned frown quirks up into an amused grin that makes Beau blush. “Are you listening to a word I've been saying?” He teases.

“No,” Beau says honestly. He flushes. “I mean, kind of. A little.” Romeo raises a brow and even the tips of Beau’s ears are pink. “No.”

Leaning his arm against the side of the stall, Romeo watches the prince fumble for words. He won't look at him in the face now. “Am I boring you?” Romeo licks his lips idly.

“No!” Beau shakes his head. “I apologize, I–I'll pay better attention.” When Beau peeks up at him, his eyes flick down to Romeo’s lips.

He's so obvious.

Romeo takes Beau’s hand and pulls him into the empty stall, the scent of fresh hay and lavender scenting the air. The prince stumbles, but Romeo doesn't let him fall.

He presses Prince Beau against the wall and traps him with a hand beside his head, leaning in close. “Is there something you want?” Romeo murmurs.

“I–”

“We've been dancing around this thing between us for weeks now,” Romeo says softly, reaching up to brush back a stray lock of hair that has escaped the satin ribbon decorating the prince's hair. “And I'd really like for you to make a move, Your Highness.”

“B-Beau,” the prince corrects, his eyes dropping down to Romeo’s mouth. “I want you to call me Beau.”

Leaning in, Romeo's words are whispered lightly across Beau’s cheek. “What else would you like me to do, Beau?”

The prince inhales sharply. “Kiss me,” he commands softly.

And Romeo does, shifting his head so that his lips lightly brush Beau’s own. It's barely there and certainly not enough, more of a tease than anything else.

“A proper kiss,” Beau tells him. His heart is beating loudly in his ears.

Romeo smirks before he kisses Beau again,  this time pressing in a little firmer and moving his mouth to coax Beau’s own. He leads the kiss just as Beau imagined, the prince's hands coming up to grip the taller boy’s tunic.

A calloused hand cups Beau’s soft cheek and tilts his head a little, holding him as if he were delicate. Romeo’s mouth moves against Beau’s and the prince gasps when Romeo’s tongue glides against his lip.

A hand settles on Beau’s hip and Romeo kisses him breathless, Beau responding just as eagerly. When Romeo slots his knee between the prince’s thighs, the older boy gasps into his mouth as he grinds down against it and Romeo uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Romero pulls away a few seconds later, his dark eyes flicking down to look at Beau’s damp, swollen lips. They're pink and parted as the prince breathes heavily, the tip of his tongue sliding along his lower lip to chase the taste of the stable hand.

“Was that up to royal standard?” He asks teasingly, his thumb petting Beau’s cheek.

Beau blushes but nods. “You've set the bar very high,” he confesses.

Romeo’s eyes widen. “That was your first kiss?” He asks in shock. And when Beau nods, the stable hand swears. “I don't know if I should feel bad for stealing it or revel in the fact that I'm the one to have it.”

Beau scoffs quietly, tilting his head up. “Again,” he murmurs, looking almost hopeful.

“As His Majesty commands,” Romeo replies with a grin, leaning back in and claiming the prince's lips with his own.