Coronation
Nov. 3rd, 2025 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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: 2026-01-17 04:45 am (UTC)And oh, those words, they are diabolical.
"Your wife..." he repeats, the words a whimper that tumble from his lips. "Only yours, Clive...oh Flames I cannot believe I am to wait till my coronation..."
Who made that rule exactly? He did. That's right.
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Date: 2026-01-17 04:57 am (UTC)―well. Clive thinks Joshua deserves that, truly. His brother suppresses so much of himself out of necessity, and so he should be given free rein to just. Be.
A little chuckle, as he kisses Joshua's forehead.
"My lovely, needy bird. I wonder if you'll have the patience for our hand-tying before I make you mine."
Or if he will, honestly. But he can be the one in control for Joshua's sake.
"Or would you rather we bind our hands while I'm seated in you?"
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Date: 2026-01-17 05:11 am (UTC)His bangs are damp from sweat, sticking to his forehead as he pants against Clive's throat. To think his brother could tease in such a fashion...but he liked it. A lot.
"A hard choice to make...I fear I will not be able to do much of anything at all when I am full of your cock."
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Date: 2026-01-17 05:24 am (UTC)He has dreamed about this. Felt guilt over it, overwhelming self-loathing over it. But now Joshua is panting and pretty draped over his chest, speaking those same forbidden things back to him, and Clive is emboldened by all this permission. This reciprocity.
He must be the luckiest man alive. He continues touching Joshua, seeking out his pleasure points and alternating between giving and denying attention to them, relishing in the tight heat that slowly unravels for him as time passes. It's even more intoxicating to think of all of this being preparation for when he stretches his brother around his cock.
"And is that how you prefer it? Giving me leave to claim you completely?"
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Date: 2026-01-17 05:49 am (UTC)Rich coming from the boy who was always thinking and scheming and daydreaming. Now? He'd rather succumb to the mind-numbing pleasure that comes in waves every time Clive fucks his fingers into him. Each touch drives him wild, forces him to melt and quiver further...
To think this is what Clive could reduce him to with mere fingers alone...
"What of yourself? Of your own pleasure?"