Coronation
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featheredflamesIt 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.
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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Date: 2026-01-12 07:33 pm (UTC)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..."
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Date: 2026-01-13 04:31 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2026-01-13 04:56 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2026-01-15 12:13 pm (UTC)(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.