Coronation

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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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Clive doesn't have much of a functioning brain left anymore, pressed front-against-front with Joshua like this, trading breaths and jests, but he tries. Another exhale, almost a chuckle, and he angles himself so that his next grind slicks all the way over Joshua's pretty cock, hips moving to the rhythm of a slow, methodical fuck.

No penetration, though. He promised, and Clive can be good for his brother. Only for his brother.

"I wonder what it would take to fluster you."

A bit of a challenge. Joshua is criminally adorable like this, and Founder knows that Clive doesn't exactly want to share it with others if he can help it, but.

Still. The hungry part of Clive that wants to treat Joshua like a lover is curious, and it makes him move faster, chase his pleasure more insistently.

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Is he not already flustered? Joshua cannot help but give Clive a bewildered look, arms hooked around his brother's neck as his cheeks flare hot. He shifts beneath him, huffing out a moan as his legs spread further apart. Why had he asked Clive not to fuck him in full till he had been coronated? Why had he decided to place such a restriction on them both?

Oh he is a fool, but he will endure his own foolish decision.

"You already have..." A tug, coaxing Clive close so he can kiss him, needy. "Every touch and press of your body to mine is like flint and sparks to my core."

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Cute, Clive thinks, as Joshua all but begs him for a kiss. He can deny his brother nothing, of course, so he obliges the request by tilting Joshua's chin and parting his lips, breathing in time to their broken inhales and exhales, trading heat as they move with more purpose.

But, a moment later: a tease. Clive shifts, precome-slick cock slipping away from Joshua's front, trailing wetly along his inner thigh until that hard, hot length is snug between his ass, slicking along his cleft. A stuttering moan, and he rocks his hips there for a few seconds, erection brushing against Joshua's entrance with each slide.

"My firebird," he murmurs. "Once you become Archduke, I'll know how brightly you really can burn."

Another kiss, and another thrust. Joshua's cock rakes up along the ridges of his stomach, and even that sets Clive aflame.

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His firebird. Yes, he was Clive's. No one else could lay claim to him, nor would he ever allow it. How could he when his brother's touch was so perfect? How could he when his promise of ruin was so tempting?

Each kiss he chases with desperation as Clive shifts and his cock slots instead between his thighs. He's slick, but not enough, and while the angle is pleasing as he slips against him in such a maddening way, Joshua wants more. He knows it could be more.

So why not take more?

"Clive..." he pants out his name, resisting the urge to bite his brother's lips. "I've an idea."

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Clive has both his hands bracketing Joshua's waist now, gripping and shifting in time to the rhythm of his hips, but he stops mid-motion when Joshua calls for him. Eyes glazed with lust, he refocuses and tips his head the way Torgal does when he doesn't quite understand a command; his thoughts struggle to catch up with his instincts.

But it's Clive's beloved firebird speaking, so he pays attention. One more open-mouthed kiss for good measure, and he pulls back just an inch.

"My clever brother, always full of ideas." Clive adores him. It shows in the way he looks at Joshua, brows slightly downturned in fond appraisal. "Whatever you wish, Joshua."

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Admittedly he loves those hands on his waist. Clive's hands are bigger than his, and while he had long, slender fingers of his own, there was a weight and power behind his brother's palms as he grips him firmly. The rhythm is pleasant too, and it is somewhat of a shame to have him pause...but this would be better surely.

Or so Joshua thinks.

"On my knees...I think, if I get on my knees...and you put your cock between my thighs..."

And take him like an animal is the part he leaves unspoken, his eyes conveying what is unsaid.

"Would you like that?"

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Blue eyes widen a fraction, then flit downwards to the smooth, unblemished skin of Joshua's inner thighs. Obviously, the idea excites him― his cock twitches in interest― and Clive huffs a short, affectionate laugh as he leans in to rub foreheads with his brother.

"A sinful thing, for you to propose getting on your knees for any man."

Joshua Rosfield, Archduke-to-be, who will kneel for no one, offering that sacrilegious gesture to the family's failed eldest son. To be fucked between his thighs, no less.

It makes Clive's blood run hot, and he sits up in a way that suggests that, yes, he's eager to know what this will feel like.

"...I'd like that, regardless. We'll sin together."

Another peck, this time to Joshua's jaw. Clive has a lot of these in his arsenal, if Joshua hasn't noticed by now.

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But it's not just any man, it's Clive and that makes all the difference. Never would he do this for anyone else. He cannot even fathom it. To debase himself in such a fashion...but it is not debasement if it is for Clive's sake. No, it is far more sacred is it not? It may be a sin to everyone else...but was it truly in both their eyes?

"If it is a sin to delight in pleasure with my beloved brother, then I will happily sin a thousand times and more."

Clive is so affectionate it makes his heart swell, what with the way he rubs his face upon him and kisses him so gently.

"I wish to please you, more than anything."

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A thousand times. That makes Clive laugh again, louder than his usual short puffs of breath: the kind of sound that he's only ever made in Joshua's company, low and throaty and from the heart. Unguarded in a way that Clive will never be in front of anyone else, because Joshua is the only person in the world that Clive can exist in front of without fear.

"I don't think you're capable of displeasing me, Joshua."

Genuinely meant. Clive may worry, and Clive may fuss, but there's not a single thing Joshua could do that could make Clive cross with him in any way that would matter.

Which is probably a little heavy to say, if they want to get to fooling around. Lowering his shoulders to relaxed neutral, he rakes his palm over Joshua's cheek, feeling the contours of that impossibly beautiful face as he bids:

"But, by all means..." His lips slant, as coquettish as a serious-minded man like Clive can be. "...Kneel for me, my firebird."

Audacious. The Undying would have his head for speaking to Joshua thus, but there's no actual intention to command Joshua anywhere in Clive's tone; it's only a tease. In every other situation, Clive would even drink bilgewater if his brother demanded it of him.

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Clive says as much but Joshua finds it hard to believe. There must be some way he could be displeasing to Clive, but then again when he thinks of it in reverse, Joshua would never find his brother displeasing in any capacity. It's delightful how freeing it is, to settle beneath Clive and be kissed and adored by him. How lovely it was to be in love with someone who truly adored him.

He grins impishly as he's commanded in play, shifting as he moves to turn around onto his stomach. His heart pounds in his chest as he pushes himself up on his elbows, backside raised and presented to Clive. It's only when he assumes the position that he realizes how embarrassing it is, but it had been his idea.

"Between my thighs...it should be fine, no?"

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And god, is it actually sinful to watch Joshua arrange himself like this, with his pretty back arched and his ass in the air. Perfect, pristine, ever-graceful Joshua, presenting himself for someone like Clive to consume. It isn't done, but it sets Clive alight.

The mattress creaks; he displaces himself so that he's momentarily blanketed on top of Joshua's kneeling form, bent over him to kiss a long stripe up the length of Joshua's spine.

"Every bit of you that you deign to give me is more than I deserve."

He lands one more peck between Joshua's shoulderblades, then straightens to smooth his palm down the back that he'd just mapped with his mouth, all the way down to the curve of Joshua's rear. Flames, he'd love to take his brother like this, sweet and pliant for him, but he has to resist.

"Founder, you're so beautiful."

A low hum, appreciative, and Clive finally eases himself between those inviting thighs. Hot and straining, he slicks himself between that soft gap and breathes a low moan, slotting himself until his hips bump his brother's backside.

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The kiss to his spine sends a shiver straight down the length of it, the firm palm that strokes the same path only furthering the electrifying sensation. They are one and of the same mind, Joshua regretting his decision to hold fast until their vows are renewed and things can be proper...but was there anything proper about this? No, not really.

Not that he cares. He never would if it were Clive.

The compliment fans the flames of embarrassment that had settled in his gut just moments ago, but the wet, hard heat of his cock now stuck between his thighs has him groaning. Just this contact and friction alone has him arching his back, head hanging.

"F-Founder Clive...oh Flames..."

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Joshua arches beautifully for him, and Clive has to stifle his groan of pleasure as their bodies twine again and they restart the pace they'd set before, this time with Clive positioned behind Joshua, rutting against him with all the intensity of fucking without penetration. Precome slicks against Joshua's thighs, and the heft of his erection grinds along the underside of Joshua's cock with every snap of his hips.

He would have vehemently denied wanting to do any of this to his beloved brother just this morning; would have insisted that he could never sully Joshua like this. But to have been blessed by the realization that the love of his life had wanted the same thing that Clive had been yearning for for years... well.

Now he has no earthly idea how he could stop, even if he had to. One hand grips Joshua's waist as if to keep him in place, and Clive bends forward to whisper against his brother's flushed ear.

"Like this, Joshua?" More wet sounds, the gentle slap of skin against skin. "You feel like heaven, brother."

So warm and so sweet, trying to hug Clive with his thighs. His precious bird. "Can you come for me like this?"

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He thinks he can do that and more, if Clive asked it of him. Right now, on his knees, as Clive slaps them together and grinds his cock up against the underside of his own, Joshua thinks he would agree to anything. His gravely voice hot against his ear has his cheeks burning as if they've been scorched from too much time in the sun. Could he come like this? Oh, most definitely.

Fingers curl tight into the sheets beneath him as his shoulders begin to tremble.

"I could...oh I cannot wait until you truly fuck me..."

Dangerous words, but Joshua has always been honest with his brother.

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A little smile, at that provocation. Joshua should rile Clive at his own risk, but Clive would also never want to rush intimacy for the sake of getting it out of the way: again, Clive is aware of the fact that he's depriving his brother of all the things a normal young man his age would freely indulge in, and so he wants to make sure he does everything he can to make this feel like a courtship, not a quick fuck.

Joshua deserves to be loved. Cherished, and seen. To be told as much, and to believe it, even if in increments. Which is why Clive does his best to talk his way through the intimacy, even if he's never spoken such words to anyone before; truth be told, Clive also has no idea what a courtship entails, having never experienced it for himself, but he can try to do his utmost. For Joshua, he'd do anything.

"It'll be everything you want it to be," he reassures as he winds one arm around Joshua's middle and starts to stroke his pretty cock in earnest with his palm, his fingers. Still keeping pace, hard enough for his arousal to be painful, but persisting. "...I can make sure to prepare you for it."

Joshua did say that Clive has all night to touch him. A hum, and Clive kisses soft gold hair.

"Until then... come as many times for me as you'd like. I want to see you undone."

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As soon as Clive takes hold of his cock, Joshua realizes just how quickly it will be over. He promises him that he'll prepare him, that he'll make sure he's ready for their proper coupling, but all of that sounds like noise once he's given permission to come. Knees shake and thighs quiver as his face meets the mattress, body twitching as his release soon finds him, coating his belly and his brother's fingers a sticky mess.

It's a bit embarrassing to finish so fast, especially when his brother hasn't found his own release just yet. It isn't fair if he is the only one to get off in full...not that he thinks Clive has any issue doing so.

Still, he's left a moaning, panting mess, with a sensitive cock and a heaving chest as he catches his breath.

"Founder...I cannot last long at all."

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And oh, what a shame that Joshua hides his beautiful face as he unravels so perfectly for Clive, coaxed by hands and friction. It's the only thing keeping Clive from coming himself, overwhelmed by the knowledge that he's made his precious brother orgasm― he twitches between Joshua's thighs, but keeps himself from spilling over until the warm body under him slowly eases itself of tension.

An encouraging hum, and he slowly untangles himself from Joshua to see how his brother's flush roses his cheeks, and how his lips part to pant out his pleasure.

"I bade you come for me. And you did it so well." Praising, adoring. Clive kisses his affirmation against the corner of Joshua's mouth, then carefully repositions their bodies so that they're chest to chest again, with Joshua tucked loosely against him while Clive pumps his erection with the slick of his brother's spend.

"My perfect, pretty bird. I want to kiss you while I come. Can you do that for me?"

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His brother is so kind.

Teasing, sure, but beneath that is a kindness no others have ever shown him. Scooped up into Clive's arms he is praised and cuddled, secure and warm. The heat has still not left his face, nor has the rest of him cooled as he meets Clive's gaze and nods with a hum of agreement.

How can he praise him so? Perfect, pretty bird. If it were anyone else he would be insulted, but from Clive's lips? He wants to hear more.

Clive wants to kiss and Joshua is eager to oblige him, pressing their lips together as he sets a hand against his brother's cheek. The soft, wet sounds of kissing fill the room, along with airy soft exhales as he groans into Clive's mouth. He need not ask twice - whatever Clive wants from Joshua he will give it to him without protest.

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He could spend all night praising Joshua, but... ah, his mouth is busy. It's the most thrilling sensation in the world, to be trading breaths like this with Joshua, with his brother, with the young man he loves with the entirety of his existence― it's an intoxicating thing, to be so close and to be permitted such heart-seizing intimacy.

They kiss, and his hand moves faster, and though he could draw this out for longer, Clive decides not to. Joshua came apart so prettily for him, and so he should give his brother the same grace, the same reassurance that Clive also can't last when Joshua is involved.

So, a soft whine against Joshua's lips, and Clive lets himself fall over his edge. A low, husky groan, as he dirties his palm with spend. It's intense in all the right ways, so different from the times he'd clinically taken care of himself in the past.

It takes a while for his brain to come back to earth, but when it does, he parts their mouths to murmur more soft compliments.

"...Your kiss is all it takes to undo me." Another brief peck, his lips curved in a half-smile.

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Just his kiss...

"You flatter me." Even if Clive speaks true, his brother is ever so terrible at lying, it does not mean he is immune to flustering. To see his brother smile so contentedly and to know it is is doing to have Clive seem so calmed and happy...

Joshua's heart feels as if it may burst in his chest if they continue on in such a fashion.

"I love you, brother...I will love no other as much as I love you."

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A surreptitious wipe of his hand against linen (he'll clean the sheets in the morning; he can't quite trust any of their maids to do this particular task for him), and Clive has Joshua back in his arms again, cuddled and shielded.

"And I, you. From the moment you were born."

He met Joshua, and his world changed. It's the one thing that will always keep Clive firmly in the light despite the worst of his hardships.

Stroking Joshua's hair, he hums and appends: "...Before that, even. From the moment Father trusted me to name you, I loved you."

Had Elwin ever spoken to Joshua about that? He doubts Anabella would have, given all the ways in which she'd tried to keep Clive from being in Joshua's periphery.

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"...You named me?"

His eyes widen at the sudden, new knowledge that winds him the way falling from a chocobo would. He had never known...all these years and his name had been a gift from Clive? His brother had named him?

His heart begins to race before he pushes his face right into Clive's chest, tucking his head under his chin. He's overwhelmed.

"Oh Clive..."

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Ah, so Elwin hadn't said anything about it. It makes something in Clive's chest ache a bit, knowing that his love for his brother had always been something to tiptoe around.

It doesn't matter now, he supposes. Joshua will always know how much he means to Clive, and Clive will make sure of that.

"You're beloved to me, in name and soul." He smooths his touch down Joshua's back, soothing him the way he'd used to when Joshua would cling to his front after a particularly bad fit. "It's a privilege, you know. To call your name."

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"And it is a privilege to be called by the one I love most."

If there was one thing Joshua would never doubt it would be this, his brother's love and adoration for him. Now, blessedly, he could experience that love even deeper than before. How lucky he truly was. He smiles against his chest, pressing his lips there in a tender display.

"I hope to hear called countless times on the night of my coronation."

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A blink, as he drinks in the rather raunchy implications of Joshua's latter statement, and Clive laughs.

"You needn't wait until your coronation for that."

He can call Joshua's name as many times as his brother would like, from now until then. Smiling, Clive demonstrates by dipping his head by Joshua's ear and murmuring his name, over and over as he touches along his brother's back, his waist.

"Joshua. ...Joshua."

His sweet boy. Clive thinks that Joshua has no earthly idea how much he really is coveted.