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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[flamebrand]

Joshua is hot, tight, and Clive tries to work the tension out of him by kissing his hair, his flush-pink ear. The more lines they cross, the easier it becomes to acclimate to the idea of this new relationship that they're building: far more intimate than brothers ought to indulge in, but one that feels like an extension of something they already had.

Terrible, probably. As he said before, Clive was meant to protect Joshua from something like this. He was tasked to safeguard Joshua in every way possible, and he's failed in that respect.

Still, Clive doesn't stop. Especially not after Joshua relaxes into him, giving him tacit permission to continue.

"Think of it, Joshua." A gentle murmur as he explores a little further, movements slow and careful. "We'll be as one soon."

[featheredflames]

He groans as Clive tells him to imagine it and oh, he can. It is far too easy to do so, especially with that thick digit of his working its way inside him deeper and deeper...

"It is all I have ever wanted, brother..."

It isn't a lie. Even from a young age he had fantasized about marrying Clive, joining together with him forever as princes did with their fated lovers. While they could never be openly wed, they could exchange private vows of their own and could join their bodies together. To think he had been the one to say they needed to wait to do the latter...

The more Clive works his finger inside of him the more Joshua melts against his chest. It doesn't feel so bad now. Not at all...

"Clive..."

[flamebrand]

A soft sigh-laugh, affectionate.

"You did often ask me if I could be your wife."

When they were still children, and the concept of marriage eluded Joshua. Clive had assumed that their mother had told Joshua something about the Archduke-to-be eventually having to find a suitable wife to continue the line with; he can't remember what he'd said in response, though. Probably something about both of them considering it when they were older (in other words, when Joshua knew better).

Look at them now, he thinks. A funny thought, sinful as it is. He tips Joshua's chin with his free hand, wanting to see that molten expression on his brother's face as he works him open further, tries to find the spot that will take this from uncomfortable to pleasurable.

[featheredflames]

"I did."

Chin tipped he regards Clive with an expression that can only be described as pure desire. His eyes are hooded and his cheeks ruddy as they continue to heat up with every touch and stroke he is awarded. That's right, he had asked if Clive would be his wife back then...not understanding the ramifications of such a question. Now though he would word it differently...and oh how eagerly he would be his brother's wife if law permitted it. Clive would be his husband...but alas that is simply mere fantasy and nothing more.

"I would take you as my husband in name if I were able to...I do not think you would look very good in a dress."

[flamebrand]

Despite how absolutely enticing Joshua looks like this, taking to the intrusion inside him so well, Clive can't help but laugh softly at the statement about him in a dress. Just the thought of it is ridiculous.

"There wouldn't be a single dress in the duchy that could fit me." He'd flex and the whole thing would come apart at the seams, probably. He chuckles at that thought, too, though he never stops teasing Joshua throughout their silly conversation.

His finger brushes along what he thinks is the bundle of nerves that will set his brother alight; he rubs against it slowly, indulgently, as he whispers his next words conspiratorially against Joshua's ear.

"But when it's just the two of us in this room, Joshua, you could be my wife."

[featheredflames]

He moans instantly as the words echo against the shell of his ear, that tantalizing finger brushing against something inside of him that sets the nerves of his spine on fire.

"In earnest then, behind these doors I will be your wife."

What a scandalous thought indeed, but the sheer idea of it alone has him half hard. Oh he should not be so turned on, truly, and yet...

"Shall I wear a dress for you? Or would that be obscene..."

[flamebrand]

Hard for him, just from being teased like this. Clive hums appreciatively as he flicks his gaze downwards at the sweet half-mast of his brother's erection, tucked prettily against their pressed-together bodies. He'd pay attention to it, too, if he could; his hands are busy, one inside Joshua and the other stroking his brother's hair.

Maybe he can bring Joshua to peak with just the fingers inside him. He rubs the flat of his index against the spot that garnered the most reaction, then tries to work another inside, stretching his brother's tight hold just a sliver more.

To coax and soothe him through it, Clive murmurs: "you would be lovely." Regarding the dress, of course. Joshua looks pretty in everything, honestly. "My beautiful bird― my beloved wife."

[featheredflames]

The stretch of an additional digit stings initially, as Joshua draws in a suck of breath, forcing himself not to tense. Instead he focuses on the fantasy Clive's words provide him, the thought of what their lives could have been if fate had been different and far kinder to them both.

His brother's beloved wife...if only.

"Oh Flames...if only I had been born a woman instead."

It would make the fantasy far easier to indulge in, to the point they could have made it reality.

"We could have had a family together."

[flamebrand]

It's a pretty fantasy, but Clive balks at the idea of Joshua feeling less than. His fingers still inside that hot, tight clench for a moment, stilled by if only, before he recovers and gently scissors his digits in reprimand.

"You're perfect as you are," is what Clive tries to impress upon his brother. "Every inch of you, exactly as you were meant to be. You were born perfect."

His brother. Clive had wanted to meet Joshua before he was even brought into this world. There's no reality in which any part of his beloved brother is flawed in any way.

"You're all I'll ever need, Joshua." The hand stroking blond hair snakes down between the seam of their bodies, and presses against the smooth ridges of Joshua's stomach. "And I'll fill you, even if the seed doesn't take."

[featheredflames]

Joshua may be many things, but he cannot agree that he is perfect. There is little that could be considered perfect about him, as far as he is concerned, and yet Clive seems to think there is. He really did think so highly of him, didn't he?

To think that he was all Clive would ever need...it has his breath hitch in his throat as he buries his face against his brother's chest. The hand against his middle does not go unnoticed; all it does is fuel the fantasy that is currently gripping him.

"I wish it would take..." A muttering against Clive's skin and nothing more, but the sentiment is true. The Phoenix could grant miracles in the way of life but even it had limits...

[flamebrand]

Oh, his sweet, darling brother. Joshua burrows against him, as if they could be as one in that way as well, and Clive rakes his touch back up to pet his sun-bright hair again.

He wants to keep things light. For Joshua not to doubt himself, or, gods forbid, to think of himself as less than what Clive wants. So he renews his efforts, trying to give pleasure as he reassures with affectionate certainty.

"Again, Joshua, you're all I need." An indulgent hum, pressed to Joshua's temple. "But after our vows, I could fill you every day to keep you satisfied."

[featheredflames]

He groans at the promise, cheeks flaring as he pushes himself back against Clive's fingers instinctively. Every day...oh Founder it is a sinful thought indeed...

But one he wants to indulge in. One he wants to become his reality.

"Careful brother...I will hold you to your word."

If Clive will fill him every day to satisfy him, he will eagerly take him so help him Founder.

[flamebrand]

"Every day, and as much as you need to believe that I love you more than anything."

In body and soul. Clive is committed to Joshua― wants him, wants to make him happy. Their anatomy may preclude them from any real act of breeding, but if Joshua wants reassurance that his body is perfect, Clive will remind him every day.

This is a good place to start, at any rate. Two fingers hilted inside of his brother's tightness, rubbing and making friction against all the parts that Joshua seems so eager to have touched. It's beautiful, watching him seek out pleasure; the tentative shifting only serves to make Clive want to please him more, and so he pistons his digits gently in time to Joshua's writhing, matching him in rhythm.

[featheredflames]

As Clive moves both his fingers, Joshua cannot help but rock back against them. It's easy enough to do so, back arched ever so slightly as he takes them deeper, bit by bit. No longer does it stretch in a way that is uncomfortable. Instead, a wave of pleasure ripples through him each time he feels those thick digits move in and out of him.

Why oh why did he deny himself Clive's cock again?

"And...and I love you. More than anything...oh Flames Clive..."

[flamebrand]

It warms Clive to hear the affirmations, and to hear Joshua's voice tremble as he voices them. He sounds so sweet, so perfect, not to mention how perfect he feels around him, squeezing and holding, and so Clive rewards him by murmuring compliments against gold hair.

"Is is starting to feel good, songbird? You're breathtaking like this." Completely unaware that Joshua is regretting not being able to consummate things right now. Of course Clive would love nothing more than to satisfy that desire, but he's had years to yearn and he can wait a few days more to make it mean something. "So pretty when you're taking what you deserve."

[featheredflames]

The pet name has him growing harder, the heat that has already begun to pool in his belly a molten puddle. Breathtaking...was he? Truly? He must be...Clive would never lie to him and besides, he'd never been a good liar in the first place.

"Your fingers feel wonderful..." Another groan accents his praise, fingers finding purchase around Clive's shoulders as he begins to rock back and forth in rhythm, fucking himself on his brother's hand.

"I cannot wait to sit upon your cock."

[flamebrand]

Scandalous, still, to hear the word cock out of Joshua's pretty mouth. But it's eclipsed by the mental image that he bludgeons Clive with, that Joshua would stake his claim that way, and Clive has to cut off a low, guttural moan of his own at the thought of his brother straddled on top of him, full of Clive's need.

Again, Clive rewards him for the lurid fantasy. His fingers piston deeper, harder, breaking rhythm every so often to take Joshua off-guard and incite a new spike of pleasure whenever he can manage. Their bodies are hot where they touch, and Clive can't get enough of how their aether sparks and ignites in each other's presence.

"I'll be consumed by thoughts of that until your coronation― you, sitting pretty on my lap. My wife, finally."

[featheredflames]

A wanton moan is the only answer he can muster to give as Clive begins to finger him in such a manor he's left panting, jaw slack. Trembling thighs and a weeping cock, squeezed between both their middles...it is a certain kind of torture. It has to be, albeit a pleasurably one.

His wife. Founder help them both.

"Clive...I will not last a moment longer if we continue this way..."

It is the truth. He is nearing his limit already, as inexperienced as he is, and the more those digits rub inside of him the more desperate he becomes.

[flamebrand]

Joshua is beautiful when he's desperate― who knew? His brother is always the picture of poise, elegant and straight-backed, and it's intoxicating watching him unravel this way. Selfishly, greedily, Clive wants to see more of it.

"There's no need to last." Experience isn't a prerequisite. The only angle here is for Joshua to indulge and feel loved, and so Clive doesn't let up an inch; his fingers keep pumping and seeking and pressing. "Come for me as many times as you'd like."

Fully intending to milk as many orgasms out of his brother as possible. The cruelest Clive can get, apparently, is through excess affection, and he leans in to steal a kiss out of that pretty, panting mouth.

[featheredflames]

He is unravelling, thread bare as Clive pumps his fingers in and out of him, stretching him open in a way that is as sinful as he is sure it looks. There may be no need to last, but the embarrassment of finding his orgasm so quickly is fresh and raw. Still, his body is untrained and overly sensitive.

He cries out his brother's name, writhing against him as his cock weeps once more between them, coating their middles both with his sticky spend.

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

[flamebrand]

Untrained, overly sensitive, and so so responsive. Clive watches Joshua reach his peak, vocal in a way that would be sweet if not for the fact that they're meant to be covert about all of this. Loath as he is to suppress or hide anything about Joshua, he cuts off the tail end of those pretty moans with a lingering kiss, milking the last of Joshua's orgasm out of him while he tastes the sound of it on his brother's lips.

It bothers him very little, the mess they're making. Joshua's spend is warm on his skin, and the feel of that, too, is mildly intoxicating.

"...Flames, you come apart so beautifully." Once their lips part. Clive's voice is a husky murmur, pleased and covetous in equal measure. His fingers still inside Joshua, but make no move to draw out; they remain, with a mischievous promise to give even more stimulation. "I could make you come on my fingers for hours."

[featheredflames]

Thank the Founder Clive has the mental capacity to kiss him as he cries out his name, for if there is one thing Joshua is not it is quiet. He pants as soon as their lips are parted, eyes glazed over with lust. His brother is a menace, he thinks to himself, but this is what he asked for. Clive is only giving him what he demanded.

"I think I would perish if you were to do that...not that the idea is not incredibly tempting..."

Temptation. That is exactly what Clive is, and Joshua is anything but immune to it.

[flamebrand]

More and more, Joshua earns the 'songbird' title. Once upon a time, Clive had said that his brother takes too many risks― he's still taking them here, now, with his sweet voice ringing throughout the room.

(Maybe one of the Undying sentries who are always hovering about have heard them by now. If so, Clive can't do anything about that anymore.)

He presses another kiss to the corner of one orgasm-glazed eye, coveting the tinge of moisture that has built up there on the tail end of so much pleasure.

"Gods forbid I do anything to make you perish."

Please, no. But he chuckles softly regardless, understanding that it's not That Serious, while he teasingly, slowly makes friction again with the fingers still buried inside of Joshua. Ready to stop at the slightest signs of discomfort, obviously.