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"Hamlet, you can't just kiss your boyfriend the whole day every day!" Gertrude shouted as she pushed Hamlet's door open. Horatio blushed furiously underneath Hamlet, who was straddling him and even put his own crown on Horatio's head; Horatio froze in embarrasment, praying Hamlet would take care of the situation. Hamlet just burst out laughing, clinging onto Horatio who was still frozen in shock, hoping the queen would accept his apology when he'd come around to actually look her in the eye after this. Gertrude rolled her eyes and left, slamming the door angrily.
"Why didn't you say anything?? She must hate me now!"
"Oh come on, you know that is simply not true at all." Hamlet kissed him a little more gently this time, unlike the way he was shoving his tongue against Horatio's just a moment ago.
"Okay, okay, I trust you. Although the crown was completely unnecessary." Horatio started taking the crown off to hand it back to Hamlet.
"Ah ah, careful now. I thought you were supposed to be at your sweet prince's service at any time." Hamlet started to get up from Horatio's lap, hoping to get immediate attention, which he did.
Horatio stood up as well and grabbed Hamlet's wrist, making him swirl back into his arms.
"Yes, but it would appear that I'm the one wearing the crown." Horatio decided to play along, forgetting almost instantly about Hamlet's parents. He lifted Hamlet's knee up against his hip and lowered him to the bed, kissing him fiercely in the process. Hamlet pulled Horatio down by his thighs to straddle him.
"I love you." Horatio started trailing soft kisses all the way down Hamlet's jaw and neck, stopping only to reveal more of his pale skin.
"My dear Horatio. Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice-"
Horatio cut him off by quickly returning back up to press his lips against Hamlet's. He bit his lower lip playfully before pulling away.
"I get it, I'll stop talking I promise. I love you too."
"Finally. Where were we again?"
"Don't know, someone distracted me because they look too delicious in my crown."
Horatio blushed and started laughing which caused Hamlet to laugh as well, as much as he wanted to sound flirty. They calmed down and Horatio continued his work on Hamlet's neck until they both got too sleepy; it was a slow summer evening anyway, too perfect for cuddling until the morning came.
Life felt warm and happy again.