Mark hesitantly set his hands on Nathan's waist, leaning into Nathan's kiss. Nathan's words rang through his ears and his heart fluttered in his chest like swarming butterflies. He hadn't realized how badly he wanted to be wanted. When their lips met, Mark got goosebumps. He could barely breathe, and his hands shook when he slid them around Nathan's hips to his lower back. Pulling him closer against him, he savored their kiss. He didn't have the heart to pull away from this kiss, but when Nathan did, he smiled. Nathan bowed his head, taking deep breaths to recover. Mark inhaled deeply as he placed a smaller kiss to Nathan's forehead. Nathan's arms around his neck tightened, pulling Mark into a hug. Mark hugged him back, sliding his hands up Nathan's back to his shoulder's blades. Nathan buried his face against his shoulder and Mark pressed his cheek to his. Nathan seemed to crave the contact as much as himself. Mark couldn't remember the last time he hugged another human. Even for as cold as Nathan felt, the contact meant more to him than anything in the world. Against his ear, Mark whispered to Nathan breathlessly. "You can have me, Highness."

Nathan smiled against his shoulder, bashfully telling him. "My bedroom...?" Mark kissed his ear, listening to him let out the softest moan in response. Brushing his warm lips against his icy ear, he whispered to him quietly. "If that's what you want." Nathan giggled a little, mumbling into his shoulder shyly. "You have a say too..." Mark brushed his lips over his ear again, telling him in a deep buttery voice. "I know. But I was raised in a barn... I don't know any better." Nathan smirked, whispering up into Mark's ear sweetly. "That sounds cozy. Maybe we can find one..." Mark blushed, chuckling softly to himself. Kissing Nathan's ear, he whispered to him in a deep purr. "I don't think I could wait that long." Nathan stepped back from him, taking his hand as he told him with a warm smile. "My room it is then." Mark squeezed his hand, snatching up his bag as Nathan led him out of the kitchen. He followed him up the icy stairs, his heart racing faster and faster. He knew how sex worked. He'd caught a few lovers in the barn as a kid, but he'd never physically done it himself. Entering Nathan's room, Mark stared at the ice bed with slight reluctance.

While it probably wouldn't bother Nathan, he wasn't so sure that he wanted to lay on it in the nude. Nathan released his hand, slowly turning to face him with a nervous look. He could barely look him in the eyes now. Avoiding his eyes, he took a breath to say something, but stopped as his eyes drifted to the door. Mark followed his eyes to the door, where Aputsiaq was trotting in innocently. She was heading toward the bed, until Nathan quickly scooped her up in his arms. She looked up at him expectedly, until he set her outside the door. Telling her to stay, Nate started to close the door and she whined. Mark felt bad for her. Closing the door, Nate told her sweetly. "Just stay out there for a bit." Aputsiaq clawed at the door, whining more. Turning to face him, Nathan blushed out. "She'll be ok." Mark raised an eyebrow, asking him curiously. "Will you?" Nathan shuffled his feet, mumbling out shyly. "Ya... I just... I'm just..." Mark turned to face him, feeling a little better that he wasn't the only one that was nervous. Nathan shifted on his feet, avoiding his eyes when he began to ramble out quickly under his breath. "I'm fine. I just don't want you to think that I do this kind of thing all the time. I've never... I know how it works. I did have a good education as you've said. But physically, I've never gone farther than a kiss... Which for a guy my age, I guess that's weird? I hope you don't think I'm weird."

Mark slowly walked closer to him, listening to him seem to talk even faster. "Then again, being what I am and what I've been through. I just haven't... What I'm trying to say is that-" Mark put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to press his lips to his to stop him before he passed out. Nate flinched, then relaxed into his kiss. Prying his lips off his, Mark whispered to him softly. "Breathe. I'll follow your lead." Nathan nodded, gulping whatever words he still had at the ready. Mark stepped back from him, going back to his bag to remove his blanket. There was bits of straw and holes in it from years of use, but it was still warm and soft. Laying it across the floor, Mark told him in a nervous tone. "I hope you don't mind if we use this. I just don't feel like sticking to ice and... while you may not feel the cold, I will." Nathan walked over to help him lay out the blanket. When their hands touched while trying to smooth it out, they looked up into each other's eyes. Mark's breath caught in his throat and for a few seconds he didn't know what to say or do. He didn't want to do anything to upset him, but he had no idea what was safe to even do.

Nathan curled his lips over his teeth, before he broke eye contact and mumbled out. "I guess... We should... undress now?" Mark nodded, swallowing anxiously. What would Nathan think of him without clothes. Would he not like what he saw? Slowly standing up, Mark cleared his throat, before saying a bit shaky. "Ya... I'll go first." Mark tried to keep his hand steady as he unfastened the wooden toggles of his jacket. Opening the jacket, he exhaled slowly to reveal his thin white tunic shirt as the cold hit him. Letting the jacket fall to the floor, he tugged the hem of his tunic out of his pants and pulled it up and off his muscular torso. Shivering from the cold, he set his shirt down and risked looking at Nate. Nate sat back on his legs, his soft eyes looking him over. Mark forced himself to take a deep breath, when Nathan slowly got to his feet. Standing across from him, Nate told him in a shaky voice. "I'll go next." Nathan lowered his gaze to his shirt, his fingers fumbling with the finer buttons. His hands were shaking so bad that he was struggling to grip the first button. Mark didn't know where his confidence came from, but he carefully moved around Nathan.

Nathan's hands shook harder as he walked up beside him. Putting his hand on Nathan's hand, Nathan told him uneasily. "I got it. I'm just..." Mark's hand slid up along Nathan's arm, carefully turning him to look away from him. While over his shoulder, Mark whispered into his ear in a deep comforting tone. "I know. Take a minute. Breathe. There is no rush. It's just us." Mark slid his arm around him to coax Nathan's hands away from his buttons. When Nathan put his hands down, Mark rested his hand on Nathan's chest to just hold him back against him. He could feel Nathan's chest heaving. He could feel his heart racing beneath his clothes and could hear his jagged breaths in the silence. Holding him, Mark kissed his neck and hummed softly to calm him down. It made Mark smile to himself, when it started to work. Nathan's breathing slowed and he stopped shaking. His heart was still racing, but he didn't think he could do anything about that. Not when his own heart was racing. Kissing a tender spot under Nathan's ear, we whispered to him. "Feel better?" Nathan moaned softly as his own reply, tilting his head to let him brush his lips along his neck.

Leaning back into him, Nathan's hands sought out his wrists to bring them both to his chest. Mark obeyed his wishes. Sliding his hands over his chest to hug him. After a minute, Nathan tilted his head back on his shoulder, breathlessly saying in a wispy voice. "I'm ready." Mark moved his hands to Nathan's buttons, before Nathan even got his hands up to do it himself. Slowly unbuttoning them for him, he stayed as still as he could to keep from scaring Nathan. Nathan's hands reached back to grab Mark's thighs, trying to keep himself from shaking again. Finishing the last button, Mark raised his hands to carefully peel back the fabric off Nathan's broad shoulders. Sliding the backs of his fingers down along Nathan's arms, he removed Nathan's shirt. Goosebumps sprang up along Nathan's arms and he shivered but not from the cold. Mark kissed his bare shoulder, his hands adjusting to slide back up Nathan's arms to hold his biceps. Nathan closed his eyes, lifting a hand to coax Mark's face closer to his own. Kissing him over his shoulder for a bit, Nathan pulled from the kiss to whisper to him in a hushed tone. "Maybe I should keep some of my clothes on... My skin will only make you cold." Mark brushed his thumb over Nathan's lips, watching him playfully nip at it. Shaking his head a little, Mark whispered back to him. "No. You don't have to hide from me. I'm warm enough for both of us."

Nathan blushed, his eyes opening to stare at Mark with teary eyes. Turning Nathan to face him, Mark let him wrap his arms around his neck. Kissing him passionately, Mark found his hands wrapping around him to get a good hold on him. Then easing him up a little, he tested how heavy Nathan was. Nathan's only response was to whine a little into their kiss, pressing himself against him completely. When he found Nathan to be quite light compared to the ice he hauled around, he hefted him up into his arms more confidently. Nathan's cute whines turned into a surprised squeal that broke their kiss but made him cling to him more. Almost draping him over his shoulder, Mark carefully laid Nathan back across the blanket. Nathan covered his face, his squeals turning into fits of embarrassed giggles. Mark adjusted over him on all fours, waiting for Nathan to settle down. Nathan lowered his hands after minute or two, revealing how cute he looked when he bit his lower lip. Putting his hands on Mark's chest, Nathan said softly. "I wasn't expecting that..." Mark touched his fingertips to Nathan's jaw, bringing his lips to his when he told him breathlessly. "I'd imagine not many can sweep a prince like you off his feet."

Nathan rolled his eyes, chuckling out. "What? You think I'm some prince in a tower that needs saving?" Mark shook his head, brushing his lips over Nathan's when he replied in a powerful loving tone. "No, Highness. I just can't imagine giving you something that you don't already have. You're priceless. A masterpiece that I could only dream of having for my own." Nathan bit his lip, smiling so brightly that he practically sparkled like freshly fallen snow. Touching Mark's face, Nathan coaxed him closer to whisper into his ear. "You're more charming than any prince I've ever met." Mark captured his lips in a tender kiss, a deep moan escaping him when Nathan's legs moved to capture his hips between his raised knees. Nathan's fingers ran up into Mark's hair, holding him close to prolong the kiss. Laying down over him, Mark tried not to wince as Nathan's cold body touched his warm skin. Ignoring it as best that he could, Mark let one of his hands slid down Nathan's ribs to his waist. Loving the feeling of every curve beneath his fingertips. Nathan's fingers pushed Mark's bangs back, then held onto the long strands around his ears to hold him into his kiss hungrily. Nathan seemed to sense what he was going to do, his breathing picking back up and his soft needy moans returning.

Mark's fingers curled into the hem of Nathan's pants, following the edge to the tie that held his pants up. Nathan's hips pushed up into him as Nathan arched beneath him with a gasp that broke their kiss briefly. Pulling the tie free, Mark pressed his palm flat to the lower half of Nathan's belly and followed his light happy trail into the fabric. Nathan broke the kiss, his whole body tensing. Mark moved his head a little to kiss Nathan's throat, trying to relax him as his fingers crept through his thick public hair. He wasn't surprised to find that Nathan wasn't wearing underwear. He'd heard that most royals didn't. When his fingers found the soft flesh hidden within, Nathan's hands grabbed his shoulders. His fingers dug into his skin and sharp moans escaped his parted lips as he tilted his head back. Mark continued to give him sweet loving kisses along his neck and shoulder, trying to settle him down. Had the guy never touched himself for fear of freezing himself? He wanted to ask, but he was too distracted to phrase it. Nathan started to follow his arm down to his wrist as his fingers curled around the hardening flesh. Yet, when Nathan's fingers got to his wrist, he jerked his own hand away.

Instead, Nathan laid his arms up over his head, his fingers clawing at the ice floor. Mark couldn't help smirking to himself. Seeing Nathan enjoy himself was a turn on all by itself. Nathan's feet had trouble staying down on the blanket. They kept rising up onto his toes or jerking off the floor completely when he touched some sensitive spots on his groin. Mark kissed along his collarbone, loving the sweet sound of Nathan's voice as it pitched into high notes whenever he dragged his tongue over one of his dark nipples. When Mark's own lust started to get the better of him, he went back to Nathan's shoulder to give him a love bite to force down his own insatiable need for attention. Nathan hissed at the bite, his hands wrapping around him to rack his nails up his back. Feeling them scratch his flesh, he growled into the bite but kind of liked the way it felt. He fondled Nathan a bit more greedily, causing Nathan to whine in pleasure before his knees and hands pawed at Mark's pants to push them down his hips. Mark rose a bit to let Nathan unfasten the ties to his pants, making it much easier for him to push them down.

Stopping briefly, Mark sat up to tug off his boots and pants as fast as humanly possible. He didn't bother to remove his socks. He didn't have that much willpower. Nathan seemed to be in the same boat. He tugged off his shoes and pants, tossing them anywhere that wasn't in the way. His socks were just as low priority to remove. With his clothes off, Mark noticed his breath coming in thicker puffs before his face. The cold of the North Mountain was getting to him. Nathan's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back down over him. Mark didn't refuse him, bracing over him before laying down on him. Their lips met in another kiss and then Nathan flipped the side of the blanket over them to bundle him up with him. Mark shivered for a bit, until the blanket finally started to retain body heat. The most interesting thing that he noticed through his lusty haze was that Nathan started to feel less and less cold. Was the blanket warming him? Was he absorbing the heat from him and the blanket? Or was he warming up on his own? Mark made a mental note of it, because his body was becoming far too distracted to care about that right now. To Be Continued...