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Growing up, Roman was always read a lot of fairy tales, those were really all his mother would read to him. A beautiful story about true love saving a princess, whether it be true love's kiss or just her handsome knight coming to her aid. To say these kinds of stories affected Roman would be an understatement, to say the least, they practically shaped how he viewed the world and how he viewed his partners from then on. He had never really liked the idea of empowerment for his partners; don't get him wrong, he knew that his boyfriend would play a crucial part that he didn't play, he would have his own place in the relationship. Roman, however, heavily believed in traditional gender roles in the home. As the dominant partner, he would be the one who made all the choices and took care of his partner, but his boyfriend would keep things together and be the homemaker just like in all the stories. The submissive partner's job was to serve and to be taken care of, not to try to make decisions or take care of things, that was Roman's job and he intended to fulfill that role that he thought should be in every relationship. However, he had never found a partner who followed the same train of thought as he did and they all called him controlling when all he was doing was what a good boyfriend should.
None of his relationships were ever that fairytale perfection that he always saw in the stories his mother read to him, he had never found his princess to take care of and that irritated him more than anything because if he couldn't have exactly what he wanted then he didn't see a reason to waste his time with a partner at all. With the relationships where he didn't get exactly what he wanted, he didn't get anything from them that he couldn't get with his left hand. At least his hand didn't talk back and try to complain that he was "delusional" or "treating them like a trophy", they should be proud to be shown off like he always wanted to because that was the biggest role of the princess. They were all but an accessory to hang off of the prince's arm. To everyone else, a princess was just meant to be a pretty creature that submitted to their prince, but they were so much more behind closed doors. Of course, the princess had a very important role too, it was just one that other people didn't see as much. It was meant to be a modest and thankless job, but Roman knew that his princess wouldn't mind. No, his princess would do it because they wanted to please him and because they knew that it was their place to take care of him, regardless of how he chose to thank them for being so obedient and loyal to him.
Never in his life had he been able to find the right one, though he wasn't entirely sure what it took to be the 'right one' for him, he figured that he would just know when he found them. All the people in his life just didn't fit what he saw in his mind when he thought of the perfect partner. Most of the girls his age were too whiney and wouldn't listen, the boys were even worse, and the ones that did fit his criteria were too young for him to even think about pursuing. No, his partner needed to be closer to his own age and they needed to seem it, they couldn't be whiney and immature like so many teenagers were. For a while, he had given up trying to find a partner entirely, seeing no point in trying to find someone if everyone was so insufferable to him. He supposed he could lower his standards a bit, but he refused to do that, he wasn't going to settle for anything less than perfect because that's what he deserved. His ideal partner would find him eventually, even if it took a little while, even if his princess had to come to him. Deep down, he knew that his princess would show up when he was least expecting it, his princess would practically fall into his arms and need him to come to their rescue. It would be perfect when his princess finally came to him, they would both be complete when they did find one another.
Roman had never found the right one until the day he did, it had been so out of the blue for him as well. He had just been eating his breakfast and reading over the paper like he did every morning, but that was when he stumbled onto an unusual page. In bold letters, the article read, 'Gypsy Princess Found Dead At Seventeen'. When Roman looked down at the photograph, he was absolutely enthralled with it, it looked like a work of art rather than a funeral picture. Two black horses pulled along a carriage that looked fit for the king himself, people surrounding the carriage and the horses, all holding large bouquets of roses of all different colors. There had to be hundreds of people walking along beside it, all ages, all somber in their appearance, half dressed in white and half dressed in black. The entire scene was unlike anything Roman had ever looked at, though he shouldn't be too surprised that it was new, he had never seen a gypsy funeral before. It was beautiful, though, a site that looked right out of a magazine. The casket in the back of the carriage was in the Romani flag, the green and blue contrasting beautifully with the red in the middle of it. Beneath the picture, it spoke of how he ended up passing away at such a young age and where his final resting place would end up being.
Apparently, the young man had overdosed on Sebzilla. Roman wasn't sure what that was, but it seemed fitting for a gypsy, it sounded like something they would take. He assumed it was just a regular drug and that reminded him of his own drug problems, but he tried not to think too much about that. The gypsy would be buried at a cemetery at the very edge of town, buried in an above-ground tomb. The cemetery was quite prestigious, surprisingly so, he had passed by it quite a few times on his way to school. However, it was exclusively for people like this princess and he had no reason to ever dwell on it too much, but now he did. This man was gorgeous, a photo of him was resting beside the funeral picture. He had shoulder-length dark hair and eyes that seemed to shine in that picture, his smile bright and warm as he looked off towards the woods instead of at the camera. The sunlight was hitting him and making him look like a perfect angel, he was absolutely perfect from what Roman could see. Suddenly, it struck him and things all began to make sense for why Roman was still single because Peter was exactly what Roman wanted in his princess and he was an actual princess too. Not only was he perfect, but he was someone who was deserving of his love and attention.
It took Roman only three days before he broke down and decided that he needed to see this man, that he needed him because he didn't know when else he would find someone so perfect for him and he wasn't about to let that opportunity pass him by. He didn't think he could live with himself if he let Peter slip away, he knew he would grow to regret it if he did and that just wasn't a chance he was willing to take, he had gone through so much to find him. One afternoon, Roman decided that he had to go see him for himself. The prince never saved the princess if he just sat at home, thinking about the princess all day, he actually had to get up and go do something about it. He picked up a bouquet of multicolored roses and got ready for the night, wearing a nicer outfit than he would wear on a date with anyone at his school. Admittedly, he was nervous to meet the person that was supposed to be perfect for him, this man had to be the one. There wasn't anyone else who could be his and this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't meant for Roman, this was meant to be his sign to go for the person who was perfect for him and he planned to go all out to make sure he was good enough for Peter too. It was a two-way street, even in all of the fairy tales, he had to be able to provide for his princess.
Putting on a nice cologne and finishing adjusting his outfit, Roman slipped a bottle of lube into his jacket pocket just in case he needed it later. Brushing his hair back one last time, he stepped out of his bedroom and he headed off towards the edge of town to where the cemetery was located. He couldn't calm down the nervousness that filled his chest as he drove closer and closer until the large silver gate came into view, being one of the only obstacles between Roman and his princess now. The walk through the quiet cemetery was a bit more calming, offering him some peace and silence as he collected himself, looking over each of the graves and tombs. A few of the headstones bared the name Rumancek just like Peter and that made Roman smile a bit, his princess certainly had an influence, they practically owned this cemetery. It gave him an odd sense of pride that Peter had a family that was just as influential as his own was, even though they were powerful in different ways, both coming from very different types of society. Still, they each had power in the town and that would make things easier because they would be able to understand each other a bit better. At least that was what Roman told himself, it made him feel better to think about Peter being strong as well.
As soon as Roman was actually entering the mausoleum, his nervousness found him again because he was instantly met with the sight of the princess he had been dreaming about. Peter was laid out as soft and as smooth as the day he was born, looking entirely at peace as he laid on that cold slab that was as cold as Peter's own skin. He was dressed in a long pumpkin-colored gown, white on the top and embroidered with golden beads, the fabric looking soft and delicate. There were flowers of varying colors and types were surrounding him, beside the slab and on top of it too, the flower petals tickling his sides as they withered away as well. Like this, he looked even more beautiful than he had in his photographs. Now, Peter looked peaceful as could be in a way that normal humans never were and he looked as though he didn't have a single flaw, his skin smooth and his looks seeming forever youthful. That was exactly what Roman was looking for in a princess, that young look he had would keep him pretty and worthy for years to come, he was somebody that Roman could see himself dating. He was someone that Roman would be proud to show off and have hanging off of his arm, he was just as attractive as Roman was, that would make him very happy.
Carefully approaching the man with closed eyes, he leaned over the side of the stone slab, hands gripping the edges gently as he pressed his lips against the man's. He was colder than Roman was, mouth closed tightly, but Roman eventually worked his tongue between those lips. Peter tasted of formaldehyde and vomit, but that hardly was enough to deter Roman as he licked deeply into his mouth. It just felt nice for Roman to finally be kissing his princess, the imagined warmth from his skin was more than enough to have Roman hard as a rock in his pants, making him more eager than before. He pulled away from his lips after just a moment, looking down at the form below him, admiring his peaceful features once more. Peter remained still and motionless there, no signs of awakening. This was always the part in stories where the princess woke up and rejoiced for their safety, thanking their prince for coming to their rescue, but Peter's eyes were still closed. That was okay, Roman decided after a moment of staring at him, he had read stories like this before. Even Prince Phillip had to do more to Princess Aurora before she had finally woken up, but that part was always left out of more modern versions of the tale and Roman just didn't understand cutting such a crucial part of the story.
Roman stroked a thumb over Peter's cheek before moving down his body, his hands slipping beneath his gown to grasp the soft edges of his underwear, gently pulling them down his thighs and sitting them beside Peter on the slab. He was soon pulling out his own cock, opening the lube and pouring it onto himself until it was dripping off of him. There was no way Peter would be able to take it without the added lube, he would never get wet enough, Roman thought as he stroked himself roughly to get completely hard. It wasn't difficult when he was staring at Peter and he kept thinking about what he was going to do to the man. He moved over top of the princess and lined himself up with Peter's slit, meeting resistance as he pushed against what should have been his opening. He pushed his hips with a hard snap and felt a tight pop as he finally pushed inside, breaking his hymen as Peter was fucked for the first time. Of course, Peter was a virgin, Roman's princess had to be innocent enough for him. Breaking Peter's hymen felt alluring in a way that he couldn't quite explain, but it turned him on even more than he had been before and he lost a bit of his composure at that, thrusting his hips a bit harder than he should have for the first time.
He just couldn't help himself with how tight and wet Peter felt, even though the man was still so cold deep at his core, Roman's cock dragging against the ridges inside of Peter. The head of Roman's cock pressed harder against his walls, making himself shiver as he bumped against the firm insides, letting Roman relax a bit. Peter felt better than anything Roman had ever experienced before, making Roman keep thrusting roughly, rolling his hips as much as he could. Roman's hands were settled gently on the man's hips, using them to drag the body back towards himself, watching Peter's expressionless face as he continued pushing into him. The wet sounds of Roman fucking into him and his own soft panting were the only sounds echoing through the mausoleum. It sounded like his own personal porno in there, sounds echoing off of each wall as he grew closer to finishing inside of Peter. He felt like he was getting closer to saving his beautiful princess with every thrust, the movements shaking Peter's body, soft skin dragging against the rough slab and leaving small scratches along Peter's thighs. Roman's own knees were beginning to hurt as he kept thrusting into Peter, movements growing harder each time he slammed back down into the princess beneath his own body.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered as he realized simply fucking into Peter wasn't going to be enough to get him off right now, he needed something more. His hands reached up to pull down the gown, tugging it down his arms just enough to expose his chest, making Roman shiver as soon as he saw that cold skin. Yeah, that was going to be enough for him to get off on. Supporting himself with one hand to keep thrusting into him, Roman's free hand moved up his body to squeeze one of the man's breasts, rubbing it gently. Now, it felt even better to be thrusting into Peter's tight body, watching as his own cock was visible through Peter's thin stomach. At that sight, he felt his hips jerk roughly and he let out a moan that echoed throughout the entire mausoleum, his hips pumping slowly now as he came hard inside of him. After what felt like forever, he was finally able to move and he had pulled himself free, adjusting his pants once again and he was moving to close Peter's thighs. Even though Peter was lying still on the slab just like he had been when the older man had first come into the tomb to lay his eyes on him, Roman knew deep down that he had done all he could, he had saved his princess and he would definitely be back to keep helping him along.