Now to be fair, the Prince was not precisely a stranger to this though he did not have as much sex as one may expect (being the attractive Prince of England) and that was due to the fact that he was always mindful of his position and the expectations placed upon his shoulders. But if it did not feel like the first time, like he was doing something nearly cataclysmic in nature-- emotionally.

And so when Alex pressed in, those hands sliding against his thigh. He gasped, it was not from pain at all-- just the sensation of being filled, as if his body was specifically created for Alex to infiltrate it. His hands moved to Alex's shoulder, to steady himself, and more importantly to keep the other man on his path.

Both of them were vulnerable, but neither of them wanted to dwell on it too much.

Because they were idiots with a capital IDIOTS. ]