Coronation

[featheredflames]

It is all far too much attention for Joshua's liking.

He knew this was how it would be, that there would be a certain amount of fussing the be expected...but this was beyond the scope of acceptable fussing surely. So much unnecessary commotion over a fitting of ceremonial robes that he wouldn't wear more than a handful of times at that... Would it not be better to spend time focusing on the clothing he would be draped in when he finally dawned his father's mantle? The day-to-day wear that he would need to sport as Archduke of Rosaria.

That would come later, in time, he had been reassured. This outfit would get at least a few days of wear out of it. The ceremony was to last more than a singular evening, festivities dragging on for nearly a week after the event of the coronation itself. Already Joshua feels weary at the thought. Fancy suppers and meeting with dignitaries were in his future but right now his present reality was a miserable one. Fabric is cinched around his waist as measurements are taken and pins are adjusted. He feels like a doll as he's fitted, made to stand for bells on end. Founder he could only hope that some semblance of reprieve would find him soon, hopefully before his knees gave out...

Swallowing he stares out the window, doing his best not to move as the tailors do their work as quickly as they can. It would be unfair if he told them to stop - they were only doing as they had been instructed to, to rework and refit the robes his father wore on his crowning day. Joshua cannot help but think they don't suit him - Clive would wear (and fit!) them far better than he. Yet it was tradition...and while he may be able to escape the tailors ere long, there was no escaping protocol and the duty that loomed over him.

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[featheredflames]

The kiss to his nipple through the fabric of his frock has him huff out a laugh, cheeks ruddy as he wriggles slightly beneath his brother. Pleasing to the eye...oh Clive really was such a flatterer.

A firm hand grips his waist and has him gasping, only for it to trail down further toward his hip. To think Clive would soon be grasping both and fucking into him with abandon...

"I should ask for a new nightgown then. One to be worn on...such occasions."

[flamebrand]

The wiggling is endearing enough that it makes Clive want to pin his brother's hands to the mattress just to watch him squirm, but he keeps that surprising impulse to himself (Joshua awakens something inside him every night, it feels like). The hand traveling down remains slipped under Joshua's thin final layer, and Clive feels between those pretty legs for signs of interest, and then lower still to see if the fingering from the night prior has kept his brother pliant.

"Is that something you thought about during the festivities?" Joshua had mentioned having lurid fantasies, and Clive brings it up now as his own impatience bumps up against his wall of sanity. "Being dressed enticingly for me?"

His sweet bird. Another of many kisses Clive will press to Joshua's mouth, and he tastes him with lips and tongue.

"Founder, you do something unspeakable to me."

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Oh but there is no reason at all to resist his brother's advances. Not when he has been so desperately yearning for this ever since they decided to kiss and toy with one another in the stables. Every evening prior has been leading up to this and he will be damned if he is made wait too long. Still, Clive has a penchant for teasing, and Joshua knows that if he is allowed to, he will drag this out as much as he can just to see Joshua squirm.

"I did think about it..." An admission of guilt? No, it's desire, plain as can be. He groans as he's kissed and Clive slips a hand between his thighs, feeling his entrance and the stiffening of his cock in turn. He has never been more interested.

"And you drive me mental. Do not make me wait too long...please."

[flamebrand]

They've been dragging this out for days now, and maybe Joshua deserves, now, to feel the effect it's had on Clive. Carefully, he layers his body on top of Joshua so that the outline of his cock is pressed up along Joshua's thigh, already at full mast just from a few minutes of kissing and touching.

Maybe it's a little intimidating, the heat and weight of it. But Joshua says that he doesn't want to wait, and so Clive's tone takes on a bit of a challenging lilt, the kind he sometimes channels mid-spar on the bailey.

"I suppose I've prepared you enough."

His digits were inside Joshua only a few hours ago, after all.

"I'd have my wife tell me what he wants, so that I could grant him all he needs."

[featheredflames]

The hot, heavy weight of Clive's cock against his thigh has Joshua's breath hitching in his throat, body trembling with anticipation. This is what he wanted, what he has been waiting for and had denied himself till now. Now, he could have Clive. Now, he could be rewarded for his patience. His brother would fuck up into him and take him without a ilm of mercy.

Now he only need find the words and his voice to tell Clive as much.

"We have been wed but have yet to consummate our marriage till now." He shifts slightly beneath his brother, parting his knees ever so slightly in invitation. "I want you inside me so deeply that by the end of our coupling there will be no doubt in anyone's mind that I will be with child before the leaves begin to turn."

[flamebrand]

If Clive's sanity sat on a knife's edge until now, it topples completely at the sight of Joshua splaying his legs and at the words that spill out of that perfect mouth. The intensity of his brother's suggestion is a blunt force against his skull that makes him see stars, and his hands fly down to the waist of his trousers before he can even register what he's doing, scrabbling and fighting to pull his layers off to make good on his promise to see this through.

"Fuck, Joshua." A thrilled half-laugh, punched out of him by the sheer force of his arousal. His cock is hard enough to hurt, and it's slick with precome by the time it presses against the tight heat between Joshua's legs, demanding entrance.

"You'll never feel empty again, after this."

He promises, and pushes inside. Inch by inch, mind and body as one. His aether flares, singing a chorus of yeses in his head as the connection deepens; he almost wonders if his fingers aren't curling into obsidian claws, if Ifrit's horns haven't sprouted from between his unruly hair.

[featheredflames]

Clive's cock is hot.

It's the first thing he registers as his brother takes him in full, pressing forward and spreading him wider than any fingers ever had. He is hard and searing, like a poker stoked in flame, and all Joshua can do is gasp from the intrusion. Oh but it cannot be an intrusion when he so eagerly welcomes his brother's cock into him, lips parted with a desperate moan. This is what he wanted, what he's dreamed about.

And now he is getting exactly what he asked for.

"C-Clive...oh Founder-"

He's full of him, of his brother, and he would have it no other way.

[flamebrand]

The feeling is intense. Tight and hot, swallowing Clive like flame, beyond perfect. The barrier between their bodies seems to break, leaving Clive immediately on the verge of overstimulation with how whole he suddenly feels. They fit and meld and become one, Ifrit and Phoenix, Twin Flames.

Clive gasps through it, the hand not currently gripping Joshua's waist for purchase white-knuckled in bedsheets. His lips form the outline of his brother's name, Joshua, but the sound that comes out is an inelegant wheeze, overwhelmed and thick with emotion.

Oh, but Joshua is absolutely fucking incredible.

"Flames," he finally manages as he starts to fuck Joshua in earnest, deep and slow to start, sliding his lithe frame over the mattress. "I don't know why we waited so long."

Well, he does. There's an obvious reason. But like this, held by Joshua in every way that one man can hold another, Clive can't begin to fathom how he managed this long without this closeness; can't imagine stopping, either.

His hand travels from Joshua's waist to his thigh, hiking it up to give himself more space to rut inwards. Clive wants to give, and give, and give.

"My brother," he pants. "My perfect wife, forevermore."

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"Forevermore..."

They waited because he had foolishly asked Clive to. Why indeed. Oh, but to think he could have had this sooner if he had not waited. He could have been full of his brother and had his legs spread days ago if he hadn't been stubborn. He groans, a shuddery sigh of pleasure as he goes limp beneath him, letting Clive maneuver whatever which way he deems appropriate to fuck him.

His perfect wife. Oh, but if only that were true...

"Oh Clive...oh I am so full of you already..."

Lips parted he meets his brother's gaze, eyes glazed over with desire and pleasure. Yes, this is what he's always wanted. Now he only hopes Clive will take and claim what is his and more.

[flamebrand]

Flames, he's never seen anything so enticing as Joshua on his back, pliant and begging for him. His brother, always so tightly-wound around everyone else's expectations, finally allowing himself the grace of letting go. It breaks something in Clive, floodgates held at bay by his own self-control, and he rears up just enough to hold Joshua's thighs open and to fuck even deeper inside of him, claiming him with a hunger that he knew he had but didn't know the extent of.

"You're so fucking pretty for me," he rasps, voice broken into stutters each time their hips meet. "Come feel how you take me so well, Joshua."

With his free hands, he takes one of Joshua's hands and guides it to where their bodies meet, where Joshua's flushed entrance is gripped around Clive's cock. He fucks into his brother's body like that, sliding in and out with deliberate intent, long strokes to emphasize how deep he's hitting.

[featheredflames]

It is so easy to let go when Clive is the one he is submitting to. It is effortless to relax and let his brother take control and manipulate him however he wishes. With every press of hips forward Joshua is left keening, squeezing fingers as he willingly spreads his legs further apart.

Pretty, Clive calls him. Praises him how he takes him well. Oh he feels it all right, how could he not? Both with fingertips and the stretch of his very insides.

Already he's panting, lashes low has he finds his voice, enjoying everything his brother has to give him. Yes, he was taking his brother well indeed.

"I was born to take your cock."

[flamebrand]

Born to be the Phoenix, burdened by Fate. There is so much on Joshua's shoulders, but his brother murmurs pure sin― born to take your cock― and Clive burns for it. Every inch of him flares to the sound of that provocation, and this time, he knits Joshua's wrists over his head, pinning him easily with one hand as he drives into that tight, welcoming heat.

"And you finally got what you wanted. What you needed."

Indulgent and adoring, Clive kisses Joshua's next breath out of his mouth. He can feel himself getting close, and so he wriggles his other hand between their bodies, petting Joshua's erection as a reward for being so good for him. For being his perfect wife.

"My love. My brother." A low growl, as skin slaps harder against skin. "Are you ready to take my seed?"

[featheredflames]

Wrists pinned over his head, Joshua submits himself in full to his older brother's will. Clive isn't wrong - this is exactly what he wants and needs. It fulfills a long held desire he's had for so long - wanting to join with Clive, wanting to burn alongside him...

He's kissed and mewls with each press of lips and lap of tongue, bucking into the hand that teases and strokes his own aching cock. Love. Brother. Oh but they are one and the same are they not? Two words that described one entity.

His answer to Clive's question tumbles out of him, desperate but no less demanding.

"I shall take every last drop."

[flamebrand]

In all honesty, Clive had feared this part of himself. The part where he and Ifrit seem as one, willing to dominate and exert force in potentially destructive ways. He has tried, ever since Phoenix Gate, never to make Joshua feel even a sliver of danger in his presence, and yet.

It seems his brother revels in the strength of Clive's passion. Begs for it, even, with his body and words. Clive feels more complete for it, more secure in his ability to assert without breaking.

So he pins Joshua with more intention, trapping him in the near-intimidating force of his love and devotion. Making Joshua feel every push and thrust, splitting him open in the shape of his brother's cock. It should be too much, but Joshua takes him so well, holds around him so perfectly, so good, so fucking good for him－

－and it's with that thought that Clive folds on top of Joshua, grinding deep inside him with a claiming growl as he hits his orgasm. Intending to fill Joshua as he brings his dear brother to completion, stroking him through the entire ordeal.

[featheredflames]

Clive's strength has always been something that Joshua has gravitated toward. Perhaps it was because he lacked his own that his brother's seemingly inhuman ability to wield a sword and defeat any foe placed before him was so fetching. No matter what difficulty Clive faced he did so with a strength Joshua equal parts envied and revered. Yes, his brother was his Shield, but he was also, ultimately, a weapon he himself could wield. Joshua would always have control over his brother - he knows this well. If he told Clive to jump he would ask how high.

It's why submitting to his brother's will is all the more thrilling. He doesn't need to tell Clive to do anything. Clive can take as he sees fit, knowing that Joshua will be more than pleased to give himself over without question.

It's nice not to think. It's wonderful to only process the waves of pleasure that roll over his spine with every thrust of his brother's cock that hits deep inside of him. Every growl and push and heavy press leaves him moaning, crying out Clive's name like a prayer. Founder, he could only pray no one else was listening.

And if they were? Well, that was their fault wasn't it? No one should dare snoop on the Archduke if they knew what was good for them.

Joshua knows what is good for him, however, and that is being bent in half as Clive empties himself deep inside of his body, warm and wet and pulsing while his own cock leaks and aches with every stroke of his brother's calloused palm.

[flamebrand]

Joshua is loud for him, and when he finally sings pleasure and spills all over Clive's palm and his belly, hot and messy and utterly perfect, Clive thinks he could go another round without even pulling out. Oath-sworn and promised in body and soul to Joshua, Clive considers the benefits of keeping Joshua pinned and trapped on his cock, bred over and over until the seed actually takes.

Feral, impossible fantasies. The consequence of being orgasm-stupid, he tells himself. He shudders and shivers through the last of his aftershocks, emptying himself completely before drawing out of that intoxicating heat, inch by agonizing inch.

He groans as their bodies part, hating the emptiness despite having been the one imposing his presence, and flattens himself (carefully) on top of Joshua to compensate. He mouths at Joshua's jaw, littering sweat-damp skin with kisses.

"Does my wife feel properly sated?"

[featheredflames]

The warm weight of Clive is a comfort, blanketing him and holding him securely in place. He can feel the wetness of his spend ooze out between his legs but he barely registers it in lieu of the nibbling teeth and kisses he finds pressed to his jaw and skin. Sated. Satisfied. Oh but he is in ways he cannot properly articulate. His entire body feels like jelly; any ilm of stress he may have been carrying has melted away in full.

Joshua Rosfield has never felt more content in his life.

The question has him hum in reply, words slowly forming as he smiles, full of more adoration than he thought he ever could feel.

"For a time...do you think it took? Or shall I need another breeding?"

[flamebrand]

Clive rolls the both of them onto their sides to avoid crushing Joshua under his bulk, and loops his brother into his chest for a chaste cuddle in stark contrast to the furious rutting they were engaging in just moments ago. He'll need to peel away at some point to let Joshua wipe himself down and wriggle into a clean nightgown, but for now－

－gentle, indulgent kisses. To Joshua's hair, his cheek, the corner of those smiling lips. Slow and savoring, projecting the sort of infatuation that Clive only reserves for Joshua.

"You'll definitely need more than one."

More breeding is definitely in Joshua's future, Fates forgiving. They may be wed in fantasy only, but it's one they can indulge in behind closed doors.

[featheredflames]

Gentle, indulgent kisses are exactly what he needs right now as he soaks up the hazy, light feeling of the afterglow of his orgasm. Every limb is heavy and like a rag doll he lets Clive move him about as he wishes.

Each kiss and sweet touch has him giddy, practically glowing as his heart swells with more love than he thought it could hold for his brother.

Another breeding. Another night in Clive's arms to look forward to, when reality became too much to bear.

"As many as it takes until I'm heavy with child, and then some."

A ridiculous fantasy indeed, but they need not answer to anyone other than each other behind the doors of his chamber.

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"Beautiful, sun-haired children, I hope."

Twining a strand of blond hair around an index, then smoothing it down. Clive has always liked Joshua's hair－ not because it resembled their mother more closely, but because it felt right for his brother, radiant with love and kindness, to emit so much light.

He ignores the little ache in his chest that says that he's the one who has removed the chance for Joshua to find a partner who could actually have his children. Now is not the time for guilt to cloud their wedding bed.

"Gentle and smart, like you."

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"Golden children."

He huffs out a laugh at that, relaxing further against Clive into his embrace. He does not think about the fact he may still someday be pressured into having children with a woman he does not love. No, he will simply continue to indulge in the fantasy of having them with Clive and carrying them himself. There is no room for reality between them right now.

"And with a strong constitution, like you."

[flamebrand]

If only Joshua could be the one to bear their children. Then there would be less talk of succession and marriage and which families are suitable; Joshua would be plagued less by internal politics, though Clive realizes that siblings marriages are unconventional, even by Rosarian standards.

That's outside world talk, though. Clive can leave it well enough alone, and so chooses to smile about the talk of his constitution.

"Sturdy as a moat." A funny thought, that. Which reminds him: "you haven't been ill in a bit."

To the tune of I'm so proud of you. Clive blankets Joshua in his warmth, keeping their body heat insulated with blankets and arms.

[featheredflames]

It is so nice to be warm. It is even nicer to be warmed by Clive and not just his own heat, to share is large bed that always felt so lonely and have it feel a little less ridiculous in scale.

Clive points out his health and Joshua blinks, realizing that he has been rather well of late.

"Mayhap it has been because I have been eating my veggies." Not carrots though. Never those.

[flamebrand]

Ah. Clive can't help it: he responds to that sweet observation with a full-throated laugh, one that rustles along Joshua's bangs. It's rare for Clive to be so open about his mirth, so tightly self-controlled as he usually is, but it's always been easier for him to be honest in his brother's company.

"You have, have you." He flashes teeth, charmed and amused in the same breath. "My good boy."

An index flicks under Joshua's chin.

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His good boy.

Joshua cannot help but be ticked pink at his brother's affectionate teasing, wriggling even closer, if it were even possible to do so. Clive's laugh is music to his ears, and to know he was the cause of it makes his hear thrum in his chest.

"I am trying to behave...and be healthy in turn. It won't do if Rosaria's Archduke is always in bed."