The Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Caspian, neither were lions in the dark
There was perhaps nothing so strong in Narnia as a sense of right and wrong, an ideal of justice, of bravery, of what a king should be - a lion to his people, honoring and emulating at all times the Great Lion himself.
But neither were lions in the dark, and night after night, the dark was where they found each other.
There was an unused bedroom in the depths of the hulking castle, and that was where Caspian led him the first time, after a heated late-night argument over some aspect of kingship had culminated in a sudden - but not entirely unexpected - kiss. Caspian closed and locked the door behind them, then stood, seemingly unsure of what to do next. Peter smiled softly, realizing just how young the beautiful boy standing before him truly was. As the days passed in Narnia, the English schoolboy had fallen away from Peter, and he had become more and more the man in his prime he’d once been. He and Caspian looked nearly of an age, but Peter still had all his memories from their reign in Narnia, and not all of his experiences from those days had been exactly kingly.
No one, even then, had been as beautiful as Caspian was now, dark hair flowing loose around his face, teeth biting gently into his bottom lip, eyes wide and shining in the soft candlelight. Unwilling to hold back any longer, Peter crashed into Caspian, pinning him back against the door. One hand cupped the boy’s cheek, tilting his head just right for Peter’s kiss. He could feel Caspian thrusting up against him, unable to hide his arousal, and his own body began to respond to the heat and the maddening movement. In the next moment, Caspian moved again, and they brushed against each other in exactly the right place, and their lips tore apart in a simultaneous moan.
Everything that followed was a blur, stumbling to the bed, tearing off elaborate royal garments, kissing and touching and moaning - until Peter adjusted Caspian beneath him, aligned himself, and thrust. And then he was inside, and shocking clarity came back to the world. All he could feel was Caspian, tight and hot around him, shaking under his strong hands, face beautifully contorted into an expression of pleasure or pain or perhaps both at once. Forcing himself to be still a moment, he twisted his hands into Caspian’s hair and pulled back, exposing the boy’s neck to his mouth. Peter kissed his way along that lovely arching skin, eventually reaching the point where neck met shoulder, and once there, he bit, sinking white teeth into darker skin, smiling when he heard the broken cry from Caspian’s lips and felt the boy thrust up against him again.
He began to move, slowly at first, eyes slipping closed to revel in the newness of the sensation. When he felt Caspian’s legs come up and hook around his lower back, he thrust harder, deeper, eyes locked with Caspian’s, shivering at the sheer intimacy of it. And when Caspian threw his head back haughtily and brought a hand to his own trembling arousal, stroking boldly and never taking his eyes from Peter’s, there was no more holding back. Peter lost himself to the sensation, and everything built and grew, the world was made of thrusts and licks and kisses and bites, and Caspian’s dark eyes burning into his, and with one final motion, they were off the edge of the map, falling into an entirely new world.
Afterwards, sticky, sweaty, breathing hard, heartbeats slowing in unison, they curled into each other’s arms and closed their eyes, shutting out the world for just a little while longer. Eventually, later, there would be speech, and doubts, and fears, and perhaps even guilt. But for tonight, just for these few moments, they were not kings, beholden to the Lion and all his great principles. They were simply men, two men who had found each other across worlds and didn’t want to let go.