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When Neuvillette was still young, naïve to the ways of the world and what would be expected of him as the crown prince of the kingdom of Fontaine, he had been excited for the day he would get married. He had imagined that he would feel nothing but love and happiness at the prospect of starting his life with the person he cherished most in his life.
Now that he came of age and this day had arrived, the crown prince felt nothing but dread and nervousness.
For nobility such as him, he was not allowed to choose his future husband. His father, the king, had made it clear to him a few years back, shattering his naïve dream; A strong match would be chosen for him, someone worthy of being the consort of the crown prince and fathering his children to continue the dragon lineage.
Neuvillette had not even seen his fiancé yet, and he would get married to him in less than an hour. He didn’t know what kind of man he was, or even what he looked like. All he knew was that he was a few years older than him, along with his name and title; Duke Wriothesley, a general of Fontaine’s army and recently made Lord of Meropide.
A part of Neuvillette had entertained the idea of running away, the part that still held onto naïve ideals of love. But he quickly squashed this selfish idea. He would do his duties as the future king of Fontaine, no matter the cost to himself.
He just hoped that Duke Wriothesley was not a cruel man.
There was a knock at the door of the parlor in which Neuvillette was waiting to be escorted to the altar. He lifted his gaze from his lap as the door opened, revealing his uncle Scylla. A small smile appeared on the crown prince’s lips upon seeing his favorite uncle.
Scylla physically looked a lot like Neuvillette, as they both had the dragon’s blood running through their veins. They both had long, silver hair, blue rhinophores and lilac slitted eyes. Scylla had always treated Neuvillette like a son instead of a nephew, and they had developed a complicity along the years. He was always the one Neuvillette went to when he needed someone to confide in.
Scylla was dressed to the nines, as was expected for a wedding. Neuvillette himself was draped in finery, long flowy robes of white and gold and golden jewelry encrusted with rubies. His long hair had been braided, Pluie lotuses interwoven in the strands. The servants had made sure that he would look impeccable when he would be given away to his husband.
Scylla joined Neuvillette where he was sitting in a plush chair near the open window giving view to the ocean in the distance. The older man gently squeezed Neuvillette’s shoulder.
“You look absolutely gorgeous, dear nephew. Are you nervous?” asked Scylla gently.
Neuvillette squeezed Scylla’s hand and looked up at him. “Very. How did you do it?”
Scylla had gone through the same situation. He was given away to the Lord of Remuria, Remus, and had been living in Remuria since then. Neuvillette was very young when it happened, and it had saddened him to not be able to see his uncle whenever he wanted. At least he visited the palace often, as much as he could.
Thankfully, Neuvillette would not be torn away from his home, unlike his uncle. Since he was to rule after his father passed away, Neuvillette was undergoing a strict education in the confines of the palace in preparation for his future role. Duke Wriothesley would be the one uprooting himself to live in the palace with him as his prince consort.
Scylla smiled as he spoke softly; “I was as nervous as you. I also had not met my Remus before we got married. But he turned out to be the sweetest man. I am very happy at his side. I am hoping that Duke Wriothesley will treat you just as well.”
Neuvillette swallowed nervously. He hoped so too. “Have you seen him?”
Scylla nodded, and he tucked a stray strand of Neuvillette’s hair behind his ear. “Yes. He’s waiting for you at the altar. He’s very handsome.”
Neuvillette huffed. “It is the least of my worries,” admitted the crown prince. He was more worried about how his fiancé would treat him, if he was a good man. Neuvillette hoped that he could grow to love the duke instead of spending a lifetime of misery at his side.
Scylla cradled Neuvillette’s face and leaned in to gently kiss his forehead. “I know. I am proud of you, Neuvillette, for doing your duties. I know it is not easy,” whispered the older man as he pulled away to look at him wistfully.
Neuvillette could see the concern in his uncle’s expression. Before he could reply anything, the door opened once more, and in came Neuvillette’s father. The expression on his aging face was neutral, showing nothing of his emotions as he announced; “It is time, my son.”
Neuvillette sighed in resignation. Scylla smiled encouragingly at him before pulling away to let him stand. The crown prince swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and walked to his father, who was offering him his arm as he was going to walk him to the altar.
No words were exchanged between father and son as Neuvillette took his arm and let himself be escorted towards the chapel where the ceremony would take place. Their relationship had been strained these last few years, ever since the death of Neuvillette’s mother. Neuvillette had not quite yet forgiven his father for not being there for her on her deathbed.
Neuvillette did not allow his thoughts to linger too long on his mother, as it always filled him with sadness. He already had enough on his plate right now.
They reached the chapel before long, and the quiet chatter of the assembly died down at their entrance. Neuvillette did not look at the guests in attendance; His attention was on his fiancé alone.
Scylla had not lied. Duke Wriothesley was a very handsome man. He was tall, and his well-defined muscles were visible even under the black and silver robes he was wearing. His short salt and pepper hair was slicked back from his forehead, bringing attention to his vibrant icy blue eyes. A scar ran under his right eye, and three more ghastly scars peeked out of the top of his collar.
Duke Wriothesley smiled warmly when their eyes met, and Neuvillette’s heart skipped a beat in return. Their gazes never strayed as Neuvillette walked the rest of the way to the altar to stand in front of his husband-to-be. Wriothesley’s smile grew even fonder as his eyes roamed over Neuvillette’s face. The latter also could not tear his gaze away from his fiancé’s face as the priest began the ceremony.
While the crown prince’s heart raced in his chest, he felt slightly less nervous now that he could see the gentle and reverent way Wriothesley was looking at him. He knew first impressions could be deceiving, and his fiancé may yet turn out to be a cruel man, but his hopes were renewed in this instant.
The ceremony passed by in a blur. They both said their vows to each other, followed by the gifting of the rings. Wriothesley’s hands were surprisingly gentle as he slipped Neuvillette’s wedding band on his finger.
“You may now kiss your husband and seal this union,” finished the priest.
Neuvillette held his breath as Wriothesley’s hands gently came to rest on each side of his neck, and he stayed still as his now husband laid the most tender kiss upon his lips. The crown prince melted into the tender touch, shyly kissing his spouse back.
This was his first kiss. Neuvillette didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this warm feeling washing over him or the fluttering of his stomach.
When Wriothesley pulled away, Neuvillette’s attention was so focused on Wriothesley’s blinding smile that he was almost oblivious to the round of applause from the guests who just witnessed their crown prince getting married.
Neuvillette didn’t even have time to speak to Wriothesley that they were accosted by their guests congratulating them. And throughout the night of festivities, the occasion to speak to Wriothesley alone eluded him, as they were constantly surrounded by their guests. And as the hours passed in good cheer, Neuvillette’s nervousness came back but for a different reason.
He knew what was expected of him the second he would retire to his chambers for the night with Wriothesley. Neuvillette was still untouched, and the prospect of sex was terrifying, especially with someone who was basically a stranger to him. No amount of gentle smiles and hand holding would change that fact.
But it was Neuvillette’s duty. As a descendant of the dragon lineage, and with his status as crown prince, he was expected to produce an heir. No matter how nervous and unprepared he was, Neuvillette had to perform his duty.
The fateful moment eventually arrived. It was almost midnight, and most of the guests were drunk, passed out or had left by now. The King threw a meaningful look at the newlywed couple, and Wriothesley understood it as he stood up and offered his arm to Neuvillette with a comforting smile.
“Come, my love. The night is late. We should retire to our chambers,” said the prince consort softly.
Neuvillette felt numb as he stood up and linked his arm with his husband. They walked together through the dining hall, and Neuvillette was very aware of the eyes on them as they were leaving to consummate their wedding. The only person Neuvillette locked gazes with was his uncle Scylla. He was sitting next to his husband Remus who was deep in conversation with another guest. Scylla’s smile was wistful and he mouthed words that Neuvillette read on his lips.
Be brave. Everything will be alright.
Neuvillette nodded nervously. He could do this. He tried to tame his racing heart as he guided Wriothesley down the silent hallways of the palace towards his chambers. Their chambers from now on.
As soon as they entered the room, Neuvillette’s nervousness flared up to new heights. He walked towards his vanity and took a deep breath to try and calm down. The crown prince heard the door being softly shut behind them, finally leaving them alone for the first time. Neuvillette began to take off his jewelry and accessories with trembling fingers. He dared a look at Wriothesley, who was watching him from near the door.
“Please, make yourself at home,” said Neuvillette in what he hoped was a casual tone, but he heard the trembling of his voice.
Neuvillette turned his attention back to his vanity as he undid his braid, letting his hair fall down his back in waves. When he lifted his eyes on the mirror, he saw Wriothesley approach him. Neuvillette tensed and his breathing caught in his throat.
The prince consort’s hands rested on his shoulders and their gazes met through the mirror. “You seem nervous,” observed Wriothesley.
There was no hiding it now. Neuvillette answered quietly as he finished taking off his accessories; “I suppose I am.”
Wriothesley’s next question made Neuvillette’s cheeks burn. “Are you… a virgin?”
Neuvillette couldn’t bring himself to look his husband in the eye as he turned around to face him. His hands were trembling even more as they undid the outer layer of his robes, letting them fall to the ground around his feet.
“Yes. It would have been improper and shameful of me not to save myself for my husband,” admitted Neuvillette quietly. This was not something Neuvillette regretted, but he would have hoped to give away his virginity to a man he loved. While Wriothesley had been gentle with him so far, and he was a very attractive man, Neuvillette did not hold feelings for him.
How could he, when they just met?
Neuvillette began to undo the belt holding the rest of his robes together, but a pair of strong hands suddenly covered his own, stopping his movements.
“Stop,” said Wriothesley softly.
Neuvillette met his husband’s gaze and he frowned. “Do you find me lacking in any way, my Lord?”
“Wriothesley. Please call me Wriothesley,” said the prince consort with a gentle smile.
Neuvillette nodded slowly. His hands were cradled gently and Wriothesley brought them up to reverently kiss his knuckles. “And no, quite the contrary. You are the most beautiful man I have laid my eyes on, and I feel very lucky to call you my husband.”
Neuvillette felt confused. If Wriothesley found him desirable, then why was he not taking what was rightfully his?
He gasped quietly when a warm, calloused hand cupped his cheek, a thumb tenderly caressing his cheekbone. “But I will not take you against your will. I will not claim your virginity until it is something that you want me to do,” said Wriothesley with conviction.
Neuvillette couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was not something he had expected to happen when he pictured his wedding night. While he was certainly relieved to know that Wriothesley was not some kind of brute or cruel man, Neuvillette was hesitant to take him up on his offer for one reason.
“But it is my duty as your husband. I am expected to produce an heir,” argued Neuvillette softly.
Besides, he could see it in Wriothesley’s gaze; How desire simmered under the tenderness. Wriothesley was beyond selfless, denying himself what he wanted - what he was entitled to - for Neuvillette’s comfort.
The prince consort gently tucked a strand of silver hair behind a pointed ear, and Neuvillette shivered as calloused fingers brushed against his delicate skin. “Maybe, but who says it has to be done tonight? I will earn my way into your heart and your bed, Neuvillette,” promised Wriothesley in a fierce whisper.
Neuvillette was overwhelmed with gratitude towards Wriothesley, for his selflessness and care towards him. He found himself thinking that with time, he could see himself falling in love with this man.
Wriothesley leaned in to softly kiss Neuvillette’s cheek before completely pulling away to begin taking off his own accessories. Now that sex was off the table for tonight, Neuvillette began to relax, the nervousness of the day slowly fading away.
At least, until a sudden realization dawned on him. He quickly voiced his concern, with cheeks burning with shame at what he was about to say; “I am touched by your consideration, truly. But… I have been told that bleeding is to be expected for my first time. The servants will know that we have not consummated our marriage if they do not find blood in the sheets. The king will not be pleased.”
He might be his father, but the king was not making any exceptions for Neuvillette. The latter was expected to do his duty just like any other subject of Fontaine.
Wriothesley froze in the midst of shedding the outer layer of his own robes. His expression was thoughtful for a while, before changing for a determined look. “I have an idea.”
He disposed of his outer robes, draping them over the back of the lounge chair, and made his way to the large bed in the center of the room. Neuvillette followed him, watching with curiosity as his husband pulled the covers away.
Neuvillette recoiled when Wriothesley grabbed a knife that had been hidden away in his right boot. Before he could wonder what Wriothesley was planning to do with the knife, he gasped in horror as his husband neatly slashed the palm of his left hand. Wriothesley held his closed fist over the sheets and squeezed his hand, letting droplets of blood fall to stain the white fabric.
He stepped back once he deemed there was enough blood staining the sheets. He turned towards Neuvillette, smiling at him as he held his wounded hand close against his chest. “There. Now no one will suspect a thing.”
Neuvillette was quick to fetch the handkerchief he kept in his bedside table. Standing before Wriothesley, he gently took his wounded hand and uncurled the calloused fingers. Neuvillette shook his head as he pressed his handkerchief against the wound to stop the bleeding. “You are so reckless,” he scolded quietly.
He looked at the blood staining the sheets. He had to admit that Wriothesley had a good idea. There would be no way to tell that the blood did not come from Neuvillette being deflowered tonight.
“This is nothing, don’t worry. I’ve had much worse,” assured Wriothesley.
Neuvillette lifted his eyes to look at his husband’s face. He was smiling at him with such gentleness that the crown prince’s stomach fluttered again.
“You are serious? You would wait for me to be ready?” asked Neuvillette with incredulity.
“Yes. I made a vow to respect and honor you as your spouse. It starts with this,” replied Wriothesley.
Neuvillette was overjoyed at having such an understanding man be his husband. He swore to himself that he would try his utmost to make it up to him, to show him his unending gratitude.
“Thank you, Wriothesley,” whispered Neuvillette before leaning in to kiss his husband’s cheek.
When he pulled back, Wriothesley looked flustered. He rubbed the back of his neck in what seemed to be embarrassment. “No need to thank me. You must be tired. You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the lounge chair,” offered Wriothesley.
Neuvillette took away his stained handkerchief, relieved to see that the bleeding had mostly stopped. Wriothesley had not cut too deep, but it would need to be disinfected and wrapped before bed. Thankfully, Neuvillette always kept the basics of first aid in his chambers as he hated disturbing the servants for superficial wounds.
He answered Wriothesley as he rummaged through his bedside table to grab the disinfecting solution and a roll of bandages. “Nonsense. The bed is big enough for us both.”
Wriothesley hissed as Neuvillette applied the disinfectant on his wound, but he stayed still and let him do as he pleased.
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind,” asked Wriothesley.
“Very. Furthermore, if you sleep on the chair, you risk the servants finding you there in the morning, and it will raise questions,” reasoned Neuvillette as he bandaged Wriothesley’s hand.
Once he was done, he lifted his gaze to meet Wriothesley’s eyes. They were so gentle and warm, that it was easy for Neuvillette to trust him on his promise to honor him. He had no qualms in sharing a bed with him.
“Alright,” conceded Wriothesley with a soft chuckle.
Neuvillette smiled, and he found himself fiercely hoping that he could grow to love this selfless man.
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As months passed, Neuvillette and Wriothesley grew closer. It was such a slow and natural progression that Neuvillette did not really realize how much their relationship changed. The crown prince was more reserved at the beginning towards his husband, but the more time they spent together, the more he opened up to him, just as Wriothesley did in return.
When Wriothesley was not away from the palace to perform his duties as general and Lord of Meropide, and Neuvillette had some free time from his princely duties, they usually spent their free time together.
They went out into the city to peruse the markets and talk to their citizens; They went horseback riding in the massive gardens of the palace; They took walks along the ocean, their bare feet sinking in the warm sand; They practiced fencing and archery together; They talked for hours in secluded places, away from prying eyes and ears…
Neuvillette really enjoyed his husband’s company. Not only was Wriothesley kind and selfless, but he held a joy for all the little things in life, a tendency to be carefree. He had a wicked sense of humor, oftentimes taking pleasure in teasing Neuvillette, which always ended up with the crown prince becoming flustered.
And Wriothesley had been true to his word. While they shared a bed, he had never tried to breach the boundary they had set in place the night of their wedding. Wriothesley mostly abstained from touching Neuvillette. He only kissed his cheeks and hands, with a reverence and tenderness that never failed to fluster the crown prince. The latter was touched by the amount of respect and patience his husband showed towards him.
Surprisingly, Neuvillette found himself quickly longing to be kissed on the lips again. Seeing how Wriothesley was adamant to respect his boundaries, Neuvillette was the one who initiated their second kiss, during a moonlit walk through the gardens. Wriothesley had been surprised, but he had eagerly responded to the kiss, enveloping Neuvillette in a warm embrace.
Following that evening, Wriothesley had not shied away from kissing Neuvillette on the lips whenever he felt like it. The crown prince’s heart was always filled with warmth in the aftermath, lips tingly from their tender kisses.
It has been four months since their wedding, and they had yet to consummate their marriage. It was still early for people to wonder why their crown prince was not pregnant yet, so Neuvillette did not feel pressured into having sex with his husband. And yet… he found himself teetering on the edge of wanting it recently.
He was undeniably attracted to Wriothesley, that much had been clear from the beginning, and now, he believed he was developing feelings for him.
His heart has certainly been aching these past two weeks, while Wriothesley was away to tend to his duties in Meropide. He missed his husband more than he thought he could.
Fortunately, for the last few days, Scylla has been visiting with his young twins, and Neuvillette was happy to see his uncle and cousins, and for the distraction they offered to his aching heart.
Neuvillette looked at Mestor and Azaes, playing hide and seek in the gardens, not far from their mother’s watchful eye. The two six year old boys giggled as they played, the sound of their laughter mixing with the birds singing in this warm late summer morning. Neuvillette distractedly nibbled on a biscuit as he was lost in his thoughts about his husband.
Scylla’s voice pulled him back to the present. “You seem preoccupied, my dear nephew. Is something wrong?” he asked with concern.
Neuvillette turned his gaze on his uncle and shook his head. “Please do not worry, uncle Scylla. I just… I miss Wriothesley,” he admitted quietly.
Scylla hummed and took a sip of his tea. “Is that so? I heard you have been spending a lot of time together, especially lately,” he remarked casually.
Just thinking back on the wonderful times he shared with Wriothesley made him smile. “We have.”
“And how has he been treating you?” asked Scylla, a hint of concern mixed with his curiosity.
“Very well. Wriothesley is a wonderful man. He is very attentive and kind. I was pleasantly surprised by how sweet he is towards me,” answered the crown prince, feeling his heart stuttering in his chest as he spoke.
Oh how he missed him…
Scylla chuckled and he looked beyond amused. Neuvillette frowned, wondering what got his uncle looking so amused. “What?”
Scylla leaned in and playfully pinched the crown prince’s cheek. “You sound enamored, Neuvillette. Ah, love is a good look on you,” he teased softly.
Neuvillette’s heart skipped a beat. “Love? I... I admit I have yet to put a name on what I feel for Wriothesley. To call it love… could it be?” he sighed.
He had never been in love before; He had nothing to compare his feelings for Wriothesley to. Scylla might be right, but how would he know?
Scylla was about to speak when the sound of footsteps approaching was heard. They both looked towards the sound in time to see Wriothesley appear from behind a tall hedge.
A bright smile appeared on Wriothesley’s face as soon as he spotted Neuvillette sitting by a small table filled with tea and treats. “Neuvillette, there you are!”
Neuvillette promptly stood up and joined his husband halfway. “Wriothesley! I was unaware you were due back today! What a nice surprise!” said the crown prince with overwhelming happiness.
Wriothesley didn’t care that they had an audience in a very amused Scylla; He wrapped his strong arms around Neuvillette’s waist and pulled him close into a sweet kiss.
“I missed you, my love,” said Wriothesley when they broke apart.
Neuvillette’s cheeks were warm, flustered to have been kissed in front of his uncle, especially after the conversation they just had. He answered quietly; “I missed you too.”
Wriothesley seemed over the moon to hear those words. He lovingly kissed Neuvillette’s cheek before releasing him to go and greet Scylla. He kissed the older man’s hand in a gesture of respect.
“Uncle Scylla. What a pleasure to see you today. I’m glad that you’ve been keeping my husband company,” said Wriothesley warmly.
“The pleasure is mine, Wriothesley. It was a relief to hear you’ve been treating my nephew well,” replied the older man.
Neuvillette sat back in his chair, watching the exchange between the two people dearest to his heart. He was happy that they got along well.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise. Now where are the little ones?” asked Wriothesley as he let go of Scylla’s hand and looked around.
He didn’t have to search for them. Mestor and Azaes had spotted him, and were running towards Wriothesley with wide smiles on their faces. “Wrio!!”
They collided with his legs with so much force that the prince consort almost toppled over. He laughed and swiftly lifted the twins in one arm each. “Hey there! Oh, you’ve grown so much in just a few months!” exclaimed Wriothesley.
The day after their wedding, Wriothesley and Neuvillette had spent the afternoon with Scylla, Remus and their twins. The young boys had taken to Wriothesley instantly, and they had played together almost all afternoon. Neuvillette’s husband had a real affinity with children, and had revealed later to Neuvillette that he was eager to have his own family eventually.
Seeing him with the twins now, Neuvillette was convinced Wriothesley would be the greatest father for their children. He couldn’t help but smile fondly as his husband put the children down and began playfully chasing after them in the garden.
Neuvillette felt the weight of a gaze on him. He turned his head to see Scylla observing him with a soft smile on his lips.
“You said you were unsure of your feelings. All I can tell you, dear nephew, is that the way you look at your Wriothesley is the same way that I look at my Remus,” said Scylla, mirth shining in his lavender eyes.
Neuvillette’s heart quickened in his chest. He looked back at Wriothesley just in time to see his husband smiling tenderly at him.
The warmth suffusing through his veins made him believe that his uncle must be right. What could this be if not love?
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“Are you ready for bed, my love? Or did you want to read for a bit?” asked Wriothesley as he entered their private chambers late that same evening.
Neuvillette’s heart was racing in his chest from where he was sitting at his vanity. “I was thinking of something different tonight,” he said as he freed his hair from its updo.
He had retired to their chambers a bit earlier than Wriothesley, stating that he was tired, but it had been a lie. He simply needed some time to prepare himself for what he intended to do. He had made up his mind, but that didn’t stop him from being a nervous wreck. Neuvillette stood up and approached Wriothesley, who was facing away from him, dropping his vest on the lounge chair.
“Yeah? What did you -” began Wriothesley, but his voice died down as he turned to face Neuvillette, just in time to see the latter untie the sash holding his sleeping robes together. The silky fabric slid off Neuvillette’s body, pooling around his feet and leaving him naked in front of Wriothesley’s eyes.
It was the first time Neuvillette was completely bare in front of his husband. He felt self-conscious and nervous, and he had to refrain himself from covering his sex with his hands as Wriothesley’s burning gaze roamed over every inch of his body.
Their eyes met and Wriothesley took an hesitant step forward. “Darling?” he asked quietly, desire and hope heavy in his voice.
Neuvillette took the last step separating them and laid his hands on his husband’s chest. He leaned closer until their lips brushed against each other. “Make love to me, Wriothesley. I’m ready,” he whispered.
Wriothesley’s hands were shaking as he gently caressed up Neuvillette’s arms and shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping on each side of the crown prince’s neck. “Are you sure? I can wait however long you need,” said Wriothesley, even as his eyes flicked down to Neuvillette’s lips.
“I am sure. I want you,” replied Neuvillette, his voice dripping with desire.
Despite how nervous he was at the prospect of losing his virginity, he wanted to experience this intimacy with Wriothesley, with the man he loved. He trusted him with his heart and his body.
Wriothesley didn’t question him further. He kissed Neuvillette hungrily, but oh so tenderly. Neuvillette could feel how much his husband desired him through the feverish press of their lips, and through his hands tenderly cradling the sides of his face.
Neuvillette kissed back with as much need, and his hands tugged at his husband’s shirt, freeing it from his tight-fitting pants before he eagerly worked at unlacing his pants. He would feel less self-conscious once he was not the only one bare.
Wriothesley’s hands wandered down his lover’s body in alluring caresses, and he broke their kiss to get rid of his own shirt. He latched his mouth on Neuvillette's neck, sucking and kissing the unmarred skin. The crown prince let out a quiet gasp, and his hands faltered on the laces of his husband’s pants. Still, he managed to undo the laces and finally pulled the offending article of clothing down along with Wriothesley’s underwear.
Before he could steal a glance down at Wriothesley’s sex, he was suddenly lifted from the ground. Neuvillette yelped in surprise and clung to his husband as he was carried to their bed where he was gently laid down. With flushed cheeks, Neuvillette’s eyes roamed over his husband as the latter slowly crawled over him and between his spread legs.
Sovereigns, Wriothesley was big. Apprehension gripped his heart. Would he be able to take him?
Wriothesley pressed himself against Neuvillette, letting him feel how much he desired him, how hard he was. Wriothesley laid a tender kiss on his lips. “You are so beautiful, my love. How much I dreamed of this moment,” he whispered with desire.
Neuvillette wrapped his arms around his husband’s shoulders and pressed their foreheads together. He swallowed nervously. “I desire this as well, but I must apologize for my nervousness. I don’t know what to do. I -”
Wriothesley interrupted his nervous rambling with a finger against his lips. “Let me do all the work. All I want is for you to relax, and to feel. And most importantly, to tell me if you want me to stop,” requested Wriothesley with a reassuring smile.
Neuvillette nodded and relaxed against the silk sheets. Wriothesley kissed him again, before letting his lips and hands gently and slowly wander all over Neuvillette’s body. He took his time worshiping him, carving his love into his skin with tender kisses and soft caresses. Neuvillette surrendered himself to his husband’s sweet caresses, letting them stoke a fire in his belly, letting them tear small whimpers and quiet moans from his lips as his nerves went ablaze.
Neuvillette clung to Wriothesley as he was slowly and meticulously taken apart, his mounting desire burning him from the inside out. The coil snapped when Wriothesley’s clever tongue made its way between his thighs, lapping over Neuvillette’s untouched sex. His first orgasm was sudden and intense. His muscles tensed and his back arched off the bed, a broken cry of Wriothesley’s name leaving his lips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.
Wriothesley pleasured him through it, eagerly drinking the sweet ambrosia that was the fruit of his labor. Neuvillette had no chance to rest, as Wriothesley kept gorging himself on his sensitive sex like a man parched. Neuvillette whimpered, but he didn’t try to push his husband away. He merely clung to Wriothesley’s hair and writhed in the sheets while he was being gently opened on his husband’s fingers and tongue.
He lost track of how many times he was brought over the edge of his pleasure while Wriothesley made his home between his thighs. By the time his husband finally pulled his head away, licking his glistening lips to Neuvillette’s burning embarrassment, he had opened him around three fingers.
Neuvillette whimpered when his husband’s thick fingers left his body, but he was quickly shushed with warm lips kissing him tenderly.
“You haven’t changed your mind, my love?” asked Wriothesley with gentle eyes.
Neuvillette shook his head. “No. I want to feel you. Please.”
Wriothesley smiled and kissed his forehead. “Alright. I’m going in. It will hurt at first, but I promise I’ll make it pleasurable afterwards. Stop me anytime if you need.”
Neuvillette nodded nervously. He spread his legs wider, and took a deep breath when he felt Wriothesley position himself, about to breach him. He clung to his husband’s back, nails digging in as he felt the pressure against his sex.
Breathe in, breathe out…
Their gazes locked just as he felt a sharp sting of pain, followed by the foreign feeling of being stretched painfully wide and filled. Neuvillette forced himself to relax, letting Wriothesley bury himself ever deeper inside him, until he met some resistance. Neuvillette knew what this was. His hymen. This would hurt.
Wriothesley murmured a quiet apology, and he pushed a bit more forcefully, until Neuvillette’s body gave way in a burst of pain. Neuvillette muffled a whimper of pain against Wriothesley’s neck and his nails dug deep enough in his back to leave marks.
Wriothesley bore it without complaint as he stilled inside Neuvillette, gently distracting him with gentle caresses through his hair and sweet words of encouragement. Neuvillette's breathing was hard and ragged as he waited for the pain to fade away. Wriothesley’s ministrations helped, and Neuvillette concentrated on them instead of the pain.
Fortunately, the pain soon turned into something duller. He quietly told Wriothesley that he could move.
The prince consort laid a soft kiss upon his lips, and he held him close as he began to gently move his hips, looking intently for any sign of pain. Neuvillette felt some discomfort at first, but it quickly faded away as his husband’s shallow thrusts grazed something inside him that made him whimper in pleasure.
Encouraged by the sound, Wriothesley moved with more intent, but he kept his pace slow and tender, clearly focusing on Neuvillette’s comfort before his own pleasure. Neuvillette clung to him, wrapping his legs around his husband’s waist as he began to move his own hips, meeting each of Wriothesley’s thrusts inside him.
Wriothesley whispered words of praise and comfort in his ear, telling Neuvillette of how good he felt, and of how much he loved him as he continued to bring him a pleasure that Neuvillette never thought possible. He felt so fiercely loved in his husband’s arms. Tears of happiness burned at the corner of his eyes, and when they finally spilled, Wriothesley was there to kiss them away.
“Are you okay?” asked Wriothesley breathlessly, concern apparent on his sweaty, handsome face.
Neuvillette cradled his face and brought him down to kiss him sloppily. “Yes. I love you,” he brokenly whispered those three words for the first time. Neuvillette held no doubt in his heart at this moment, as Wriothesley made love to him so tenderly, that he truly loved him back.
They broke apart, and Wriothesley’s eyes were wet with tears over his husband’s confession.
He took one of Neuvillette’s hands and kissed his palm reverently before pressing their hands on the mattress next to Neuvillette’s head, lacing their fingers together.
They kissed tenderly as Wriothesley kept his relentless, but languid pace, and their moans of pleasure were lost between their lips. Neuvillette could feel himself barreling quickly towards the end, and he felt Wriothesley tremble against him as his pace began to falter.
It was to another sweet confession from Wriothesley, paired with a brush against his sweet spot that Neuvillette reached the peak of his pleasure. His broken cry of ecstasy was drowned by a blazing kiss, and he trembled under the strength of his pleasure, tightening around Wriothesley who groaned loudly as he spilled himself deep inside Neuvillette.
Neuvillette felt the foreign, warm feeling of being filled with his husband’s essence, and his delirious mind wondered if they had just conceived a child. The prospect did not fill him with fear, quite the contrary. It filled him with hope, and excitement.
Wriothesley was careful not to crush Neuvillette under him as they experienced the aftermath of their orgasms. He wrapped Neuvillette in a warm, soft embrace as he rolled them to their sides. Their breathing was harsh as they slowly calmed down, and Neuvillette pressed his ear against his husband’s sweaty chest to listen to his slowing heartbeat.
He felt happy and sated. Warm and relaxed. He hummed sleepily as he felt the butterfly kisses being laid on his temple and forehead as a hand gently caressed through his silver hair.
There was no fanfare after the act, no epiphany, just the simple, euphoric satisfaction of being right where he should be, hopelessly entangled with the man he loved.
Neuvillette’s dreams that night had never been sweeter, as he dreamed of his husband’s warm laughter and the sweet giggles of an infant.
· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·
Two months later
Neuvillette watched his husband currently training the new recruits in the training grounds with no small amount of pride and admiration. How handsome he was as he moved fluidly, skillfully parrying and dodging four recruits at the same time, with a grin on his face, teaching them the intricacies of sword fighting. Every time he would strike a recruit down, he would bark at them to get up, teaching them what they did wrong.
Neuvillette loved to watch his husband in these moments. He was in his element, looking as happy here as he was when in Neuvillette’s presence. He once told him that the two loves of his life were Neuvillette and fighting.
Neuvillette was content to stay where he was, standing just outside the training grounds and watching his husband until he was done with these recruits’ training. Wriothesley was aware of his presence; Their gazes had met once, so Neuvillette knew that he would come to him the moment he was done whipping the recruits into shape.
Good, because Neuvillette had something to tell him and it couldn’t wait until later.
Almost half an hour passed before Wriothesley was dismissing the recruits, and they left the ring in all manners of bruised and beaten states. The prince consort immediately made his way to Neuvillette and he swept him up in a warm hug and a tender kiss.
Neuvillette chuckled warmly, his hands resting on Wriothesley’s chest. “That was quite the display out there, darling.”
“Why, thank you. I always aim to impress you,” said Wriothesley joyfully before kissing his husband again, uncaring that they were not alone in the training grounds.
Wriothesley cradled Neuvillette’s cheek and asked in a more serious tone; “So did you see the doctor this morning, love? What did he say?”
Neuvillette had been feeling under the weather for the past few weeks, but since it was nothing too alarming - unusual fatigue and some bouts of nausea, mainly in the morning - Neuvillette had not gone to see the doctor, thinking it would pass on its own. It was only on Wriothesley’s insistence that he finally caved in and consulted with the doctor this morning. And what he told him… Neuvillette still had trouble coming to terms with it.
“He confirmed that there is nothing wrong with my health,” said Neuvillette.
Wriothesley frowned. “But, your fatigue and your nausea…”
Neuvillette smiled brightly as he whispered; “I am with child. You are going to be a father.”
Wriothesley stilled, and his eyes widened with incredulity. He didn’t speak for a while, long enough that Neuvillette grew worried. Did he… did he change his mind about wanting a family?
“Wriothesley?” he asked hesitantly, one of his hands going up to touch his beloved’s cheek to gain his attention.
Wriothesley suddenly embraced Neuvillette in a tight hold that stole his breath away. He buried his face in Neuvillette’s neck, and soon enough the latter felt something wet on his skin.
Wriothesley was crying.
“Thank you, my love. Thank you for this gift,” whispered Wriothesley with a trembling voice.
Neuvillette smiled fondly and embraced his husband back. His heart was bursting with happiness at the idea of starting a family with his dearest.
“You are welcome, my dear,” he whispered back, and as he did, he promised himself that he would strive to be the best husband and parent that he could ever be.