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“You’ve got to be fucking joking. We’re still arranging marriages?”
Gemini’s voice echoes across the dining room, face red as anger courses through him. His fists clench at his sides as he holds back the urge to throw something across the room. His parents cannot be serious right now.
His mother lets out a defeated sigh, patting her husband’s hand before turning back to Gemini.
“Gem, honey… We have an entire kingdom to feed. It’s been growing so rapidly… We don’t have enough land to properly farm and continue to grow new crops. You know this—it’s not anything new.”
The prince’s emotions roll off him in waves as he stands from his seat. His shoulders deflate slightly, his volume lowers instantly for his mother.
“I know, I understand that, but can’t we host a ball or something? Can’t I meet some of the suitors that way? So I can at least have a choice? Please?”
He pleads with his parents, just wanting them to understand the position they are putting him in. He’s only twenty-one years old—he should be able to find and marry someone of his own choosing.
“My sweet boy,” his mother coos, “the kingdoms have become more accepting these last few years, but it’s still so hard to find other princes like yourself. The Prince of Soelil reached out to us himself after reading the article about your work with the children at the school. This marriage will help both kingdoms.”
His mother is only doing her duty as Queen, supporting both her husband and kingdom by obeying rules that have stood for hundreds of years. So why does it feel like Gemini is the one under attack with these rules?
Gemini’s hands are in the air and a scoff leaves his mouth before he can process his mother’s words.
“Oh, and let me guess—he said something about how beautiful I am? How polite I look? Mother, he basically wants a husband who will act like his little housewife. He’ll want me to wait on him hand and foot, while keeping his bed warm. What is he? Some perverted, ugly, forty-year-old prince who can’t get a wife so now he wants a feminine, gay husband?”
He looks at the King.
“Father, please. I am not happy about this. I don’t want this, and I can’t believe you’re not giving me the chance to decide what I want in my life. Phuwin was allowed to choose. I understand he’s going to become king some day, but he still had a choice—but you’re stripping mine from me to benefit yourselves!”
Silence fills the room, his parents look at each other, and then quietly back at Gemini.
He doesn’t stay to hear their excuses, or lack of them. Gemini storms out of the dining room, heading outside to his favorite place: the sunflower garden.
At dinner later that night, Gemini finds out the wedding is set to happen in three days. And for the next two days, Gemini pouts around. He refuses to talk to his parents, opting to sit outside in his sunflower garden during breakfast, and eating in the kitchen with the maids during dinner.
He tries to dig up any information he can on the Prince of Soelil, but he finds nothing—just his name: Prince Nat. He still doesn’t know his age, his eye color, his hair color, if he’s kind or arrogant, if he’s tall or short. There is no information about the prince anywhere Gemini looks, only articles about the charity he’s done for his kingdom in the last year.
So, he decides to give in and accept his fate. Maybe marrying this mystery prince won’t be so bad? What other choice does he have? His parents have been running around like crazy to set everything up for the wedding, and Gemini lets them.
The night before his wedding day, Gemini is in his bedroom, staring at his outfits for tomorrow. Yes—plural. He has two, one for the wedding ceremony, and reception and then one for… that night, with his husband. On top of everything they’ve changed in the kingdoms over the last twenty years, consummating the marriage is apparently not off the table.
He’s just got done with his bath, his body glistens from the lotion he put on, his silk robe tied loosely around his waist. Gemini stands in front of his second outfit—the consummation clothes.
“Are they serious about this? They’re basically telling me they want me to get fucked. Figuratively and literally!” Gemini rolls his eyes, fingers ghosting over the lacy fabric. It’s a beautiful piece of clothing, but isn’t it a bit much?
As Gemini studies the fabric, emotions swirl through him—anger at being forced into marriage; sadness, because he is losing a part of himself so young; guilt, because his kingdom is in need and it is his duty to help them; but finally, mischief. Mischief—because, suddenly, he knows exactly what will stop this wedding tomorrow.
“Gemini, you fucking genius!”
Within seconds, the robe is off his body and he’s slipping into the delicate, white fabric of his second outfit.
It curves around his chest and abdomen, showing off his glittering skin, pert nipples visible as a breeze of air passes over his exposed skin through the open balcony doors. The outfit leaves little to imagination, sheer fabric with knit lace designs all over, just barely covering his groin as he decides to forgo any underwear.
“Oh, they won’t know what hit them. I’ll find myself an easy target with this on.”
A quiet laugh leaves Gemini’s lips as he stares at himself in the mirror. He knows that one of the guards in his wing of the castle is only in his mid-twenties. He seems ideal for what Gemini has in mind, especially when he is the one who brings the nightly tea and cookies.
With one last glance in the mirror, Gemini turns to his bedroom door. The guard should only be down the hall, so realistically Gemini should only need to call out without really stepping foot out of his room.
Just as he is about to leave, there’s a knock at his door. He must be bringing my tea early tonight, lucky me. Making a final adjustment so his chest looks just right, Gemini opens the door.
“Oh—”
The man standing in front of him wears a knight's attire, a black suit with gold embellishments and white gloves he holds in his hands. Looking up to his face, Gemini notices the moles dotting across his cheeks and nose, his eyes are a piercing brown with a hint of lightness to them, his dark hair is gelled perfectly, spiking up with a few pieces falling towards his forehead. He seems to be around Gemini’s age, definitely in his twenties.
“Prince Gemini. My apologies, I must have been told the wrong room.” The knight bows slightly and it gives Gemini the perfect view of his red-tipped ears.
He’ll do perfectly.
“I haven’t seen you here before.” Gemini steps into the man’s space as soon as he’s standing tall. “Have they been hiding you from me?”
“I wouldn’t say hiding.” The man responds almost sheepishly as the hint of a smirk twitches on his lips. His gaze dips once—quick, involuntary—to the sheer fabric clinging to Gemini’s body before snapping back to his face “I just got in—”
Before he can say another word, Gemini reaches for the chain around the knight’s waist and pulls him into the room. He presses the man into the door until it closes, locking them both into the room. While the man is still in a daze, the prince leans up to press their lips together.
For a split second, the knight stays frozen, like he’s trying to remember every reason this is a bad idea, before he begins to kiss back, matching Gemini’s eagerness with some of his own. The gloves slip from his hands to the floor as they come up to Gemini’s waist, keeping his body close while their tongues dip into each other’s mouths for the first taste.
Gemini’s hands trail up to unhook each chain from the knight’s uniform, unbuttoning the jacket until his hands can slide beneath the fabric and begin to push it off his shoulders.
But, all too soon, the knight seems to come to his senses and pushes Gemini away from him gently.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” The man presses a hand against Gemini’s bare chest, holding him back as Gemini attempts to kiss him again. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting married tomorrow, Prince?”
“Can’t get married if I’m not a virgin anymore.” Gemini breaks through the knight’s resistance and begins trailing kisses along his jaw, finally sliding off his jacket until it falls to the ground by their feet. “Besides, I have no idea who this ‘Prince Nat’ is. For all I know he could be some bald, old loser—”
“—That’s a little harsh—”
“—that my parents have agreed to marry me off to so we can gain more land.”
The knight huffs a small laugh, but his resolve begins to weaken. Big hand trails down the soft skin of Gemini’s chest until it settles on his waist, fingers digging into the fabric as the prince sucks a mark onto his neck.
Their mouths meet again as Gemini whispers his next words, the vibrations tickle the knight’s lips.
“I would much rather pick someone of my own taste, and it would help to actually know the guy before I get married, don’t you agree?”
“Prince Gemini, are you sure this is okay?” The knight responds as Gemini begins to unbutton his shirt and kiss the exposed skin. “I mean, I am in no position to say ‘no’ to the crown Prince of Cressida. However…” The knight lowers his voice, “...Won’t we get in trouble once they find out you’re no longer… ‘pure’?”
With a small huff of annoyance, Gemini pulls back, hands still undoing each button on the knight’s shirt. “Listen…?”
“Fourth.”
“Listen, Fourth. I don’t really care what they say to me tomorrow. And I can promise you that I will avoid mentioning your name so that you are not found out for ‘corrupting the prince’.”
Gemini’s hand slips down further until he is pressing the heel of his palm into Fourth’s cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
“Now, are you going to stand there with all your clothes still on, or are you going to undress and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name?”
Fourth’s breath catches sharply, his hands bracing against the door he’s pinned against to ground himself for a moment. But a moan rips from his throat the moment Gemini begins to stroke and tease his aching arousal.
“Come on, Fourth. I can see how badly you want me. Look how pretty I am, all dressed up for you. Don’t leave me here waiting for someone else to fuck me. Make me yours.”
“Prince Gemini… Fuck.” Fourth’s head thuds back against the door, hips bucking into the pressure from Gemini’s hand on him.
“Just call me Gemini tonight, okay? Treat me like I’m just another hole for you to fuck.”
“Where did you learn to talk like that?—”
“—I’m not anyone else’s tonight, just yours.”
Fourth stares at the prince for a long moment, throat bobbing once before he sinks to his knees in front of him, surrendering himself to something inevitable.
“Gemini.” Fourth whispers his name as he kisses the delicate skin of the prince’s stomach, mouthing at it while tugging on the fabric, letting the lace fall from Gemini’s shoulders, slipping it off his hips.
Gemini stands in front of Fourth completely naked, his own cock straining and dripping precum that the man on his knees immediately leans forward to lick from the tip.
The prince runs his fingers through Fourth’s hair a few times before he grips onto the dark locks, tilting the knight’s head back. He studies Fourth’s face, lips slightly swollen and dark pink from their kiss, his eyes almost glazed over as he looks at Gemini, consumed by lust.
Fourth mouths at the tip of Gemini’s cock until the head pushes past his lips and Gemini’s grip on his hair loosens. He bobs his head slowly, savoring the weight on his tongue. He moans lowly, almost like a growl, making Gemini stagger back, overwhelmed with the sensation on his cock. It slips out quickly, wet with precum and Fourth’s saliva.
“Where are you going, Gemini?” His name sounds like sin coming from Fourth’s lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
The knight stands from his knees, barely giving Gemini time to escape from the lace tangled around his feet before he’s stalking forward, not stopping until Gemini’s knees hit the back of the mattress. And Gemini falls, clumsily spreading out onto the bed, looking up through his lashes at the man that towers him.
Gemini’s heart races. A sensation courses through his body unlike anything he’s ever experienced. He’s never felt another man’s touch the way Fourth is touching him, never been kissed by a man the way Fourth kisses him, never been looked at the way Fourth looks at him.
This man, this knight… Fourth is changing the chemistry in Gemini’s brain, clouding every other thought and feeling he may ever have; and suddenly Gemini doesn’t think he’ll ever want anyone else. He absolutely cannot get married tomorrow. Not when a man like this exists. Not when his literal knight in shining armour exists.
When Gemini comes back from his internal spiral, Fourth is hovering over him, caging him against the mattress. His index finger traces along Gemini’s temple, down his cheek, and across his lips.
“Where’d you go, my prince?” Fourth presses a kiss to his cheeks before trailing more down along his jaw and neck, sucking gentle marks into the skin.
“May… Call me ‘Nong May’.” The words come out in little gasps as Gemini’s fingers tighten around the bedsheets underneath him.
The knight has his lips around one of Gemini’s nipples, eyes sparkling as they flicker up to look at the prince.
Am I really special enough to call the prince something so intimate?
He decides to find out.
“Okay, Nong May.” Fourth’s breath ghosts across Gemini’s skin, wet from where he’d been flicking his tongue.
Fourth goes back to abusing Gemini’s nipple, and Gemini’s back arches up into the touch, a whimper escaping his lips. Heat swirls in his stomach as his cock twitches for attention.
“Please, Fourth… Touch me… Before I lose my mind.”
Fourth smirks and moves off of the prince. He finally strips off his shirt and tosses it to the ground. Then he kicks off his boots, his pants following shortly after. His cock strains against the fabric of his black boxers, and he chuckles hearing the gulp from Gemini’s throat.
“On your stomach.” He commands, watching as Gemini obeys, turning over so his cheek presses against the mattress. Gemini pushes his ass into the air like a cat in heat, ready and waiting.
The knight places his hands onto the soft skin, caressing it gently, his thumb grazing over the tight entrance, smiling when the man below gasps at the feeling.
“Am I really the only one to ever see you like this, Nong May? The only one to touch you like this?” He whispers the words, pressing a kiss to one of the round cheeks in his hands. “Am I the only one to taste you like this?”
Fourth’s tongue licks across the sensitive entrance. And the moan that rips from Gemini’s throat has Fourth pausing before continuing to flick his tongue back and forth until the tip pushes past the resistance.
Gemini grips the sheets, pushing back onto Fourth’s tongue, whining out a mantra of ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’s, hips rocking insatiably.
“Fingers… Now… Please.” The prince is ready to beg if it means the knight will fuck him at this very moment, but he knows he needs to be prepped. The toys he’s used in the past are averagely sized, and from what he can tell from when he was pressing on Fourth’s cock, it is much thicker and longer than any toy he currently owns.
Fourth reluctantly withdraws his tongue, giving the entrance a final kiss as he stands back. “Where’s your lube?”
“The maroon box underneath my bed.” Gemini responds, turning around to lay his back against the mattress, his eyes following Fourth's every movement.
Fourth locates the box, opening it up only to let out a quiet chuckle. He holds up a slim, short, sparkly purple dildo. “Is this what has been doing it for you, Prince Gemini?”
Gemini shoots up, snatching the dildo from Fourth’s grasp, throwing it back into the box. His cheeks burn a shade that matches the color of the box now. He grabs the lube before shoving everything else back under his bed.
“I told you not to call me that,” he pouts. “Now, can you hurry up before I choose to use the toy instead?”
“Your wish is my command.” Fourth smiles, his hand held out and waiting.
Gemini scowls, leaning forward to drop the lube in Fourth’s grasp. But, before he can say another word, a surprised gasp leaves him as Fourth pushes him face first into the mattress once again.
“Such a greedy little thing, aren't you, Nong May?” The knight smirks at how pliant the prince waits below him—cheek pressed to the mattress, eyes gazing over his shoulder, ass up while his legs spread to give Fourth the perfect view.
He dribbles lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together before he circles the tight entrance, laughing quietly when Gemini lets out a whimper that gets muffled by the sheets. His index finger pushes in easily, passing the first knuckle. Gemini sucks in a deep breath.
“Is this okay, Gemini?” Fourth’s voice sounds tighter now, his control becoming harder to hold onto.
“More. Want more.” Gemini puffs out, pushing his hips back until Fourth’s finger slides all the way in. He whines when he feels a second finger already prodding to slip in with the first.
“Careful what you ask for, Nong May.”
The knight pulls out his index finger, only to press back in with two fingers slowly. He’s careful, allowing for the prince to get used to the stretch, rubbing slow circles on Gemini’s back, scraping his nails gently to help distract the prince.
And, as soon as he feels Gemini relax, he starts to thrust his fingers at a slow pace, switching between prodding and stretching them open until he can slide in a third. He curls them into the tight heat, Gemini grips onto the sheets below him until his knuckles turn white.
“Enough… Fuck, enough. Need your cock… Now.” Gemini moans, pressing back onto the fingers when Fourth tries to pull them away.
“Gotta let me get my fingers out first, love.” Fourth chuckles, eventually gliding his fingers out. He taps on Gemini’s hip, waiting for him to shift to lay on his back while he strips off his boxers, kneeling between the prince’s legs. “Do you have any condoms?”
“Are you clean?”
“Well, yes, of course. But—”
“I trust you.” Gemini whispers, and Fourth’s heart smacks in his chest. “No condom. I want to feel it. I want to feel all of it, I need to know how the real thing feels.”
Gemini finds the lube on the bed and pours a decent amount onto his palm before reaching down to stroke Fourth’s cock, coating it well. Fourth finally lets out a deep moan, Gemini feels a tingle shoot through his body knowing that he caused that sound.
His heartbeat quickens, a thin layer of sweat coats his body. He’s really about to do this. He’s really about to lose his virginity to a complete stranger, a knight from his kingdom, no less.
The desire for the man between his legs is only getting stronger, and Gemini wonders if they can make this a regular thing. Well… Hopefully, that is, if his parents don’t end his life tomorrow when he breaks off the wedding at the altar.
A tap on his thigh brings him back to the moment and he looks up at Fourth who is staring at him intently. “Are you sure about this, Gemini? We can’t take this back. I can’t take this back. I want you, but I won’t be upset if you reconsider. I promise.”
Gulping down the lump in his throat, a wave of lust takes over Gemini’s body once more, his cock leaking a steady flow of precum. He nods his head adamantly.
“I’m sure,” Gemini whispers, breath shaky. “I want you, too, Fourth.”
Fourth nods slowly, stroking his cock a few times before shifting forward until his tip nudges against where Gemini aches for him. He braces himself above the prince with one hand while the other guides his cock until it begins to push past the resistance.
He moves to hold himself up with both hands, a bead of sweat trailing to the tip of his nose as he paces himself slowly so as to not hurt Gemini. The muscles in his body are tense from the force it takes to hold himself back from fucking into the man below him with no shame.
The moment the tip of his cock fully passes through, Gemini lets out a whine that has Fourth getting ready to pull out, but the prince reaches up to wrap his arms around Fourth’s neck, pulling their chests together.
“Keep going.” He whispers, his manicured nails digging into the knight’s shoulder blades as the cock inside his body stretches him in ways he’s never felt before. It’s so thick, and he feels so full already. And the best part is it's not even all the way in yet.
Fourth keeps sliding in slowly, until his hips press against the back of Gemini’s thighs. Gemini grips him tightly, the heat feels so delicious, and Fourth wants nothing more than to just pound into him over and over until Gemini is screaming his name.
But, he turns his head instead to pepper short kisses along Gemini’s neck, nipping and sucking on his skin, leaving little marks as he waits patiently for his prince to tell him he’s okay.
A moment later, Gemini turns to meet him, their lips marrying again in a kiss, and it is as if the two melt together, letting out soft sighs into each other’s mouths. It’s slow and messy and full of tongues, but neither cares, they just keep melting, neither pulling away for what seems like hours.
“You can move now, I think I’m okay,” Gemini whispers once they break their kiss. There are tears pooling at the corners of his eyes and Fourth reaches up to wipe them away.
“I’m gonna go slow, okay? Tell me if it’s too much. Promise?”
Gemini nods. “I promise.”
Fourth shifts his hips back slowly, watching Gemini’s face for any reaction. He stops the moment he notices the man scrunching his eyebrows together. “Should I stop?”
“No, no. It feels good. Please keep going.”
“Promise?”
Gemini can’t help but smile. “I promise.”
Fourth again obliges the prince and begins thrusting slowly, keeping the pace relaxed. His lips find their way back to Gemini’s neck, sucking marks along the skin.
The sensations of Fourth’s lips on Gemini’s body keeps the prince grounded to the moment. With each push of Fourth’s body inside of his own, he freefalls deeper into the pleasure. His own hips sway cautiously, meeting the knight half way, thrusting down gently onto Fourth’s cock.
“Feel so good, my prince,” Fourth whispers, pressing the words and kisses into the crook of Gemini’s neck. “Feel like you were made for me.”
Gemini’s eyes roll back, his head too into the pillow he lays on. His neck stretches, giving Fourth so much more room to adore and bruise. The knight keeps moving, picking up the pace just a little, feeling Gemini’s pulse thrumming under his lips.
“How do you feel, May?” He mummers against the prince’s collar bones, hips swaying forward.
Gemini gasps, chin dropping to his chest to peer at Fourth. “I never… I never knew I could feel like this.”
Fourth stops for a moment, his hand cups Gemini’s cheek as he looks into his eyes softly. The kiss he presses onto Gemini’s mouth before he starts to mouth further down is just as soft. His lips move to the prince's chest, and he bites down gently on Gemini’s nipple. The prince whines, arching into the touch, and Fourth can’t help but smirk when the prince whimpers his name.
“Yes, Nong May?”
“Can I…”. Gemini’s voice falters for the first time that night. His fingers twist in Fourth’s hair as a blush spreads across his cheeks. “I want to ride you.”
Fourth stills completely inside of him. Bad idea. Gemini is looking at him like that again. Open. Trusting. Wanting. And he has no idea what that look is doing to him. His hands flex against Gemini’s thighs once, twice, like his body is trying to move before his mind allows it.
Hold yourself together, Nattwat.
He exhales slowly through his nose, controlled and measured, like he’s trying to hold onto the last scraps of his restraint. His eyes shut for half a second, and when he opens them again, his voice comes out lower than before.
“You keep asking for dangerous things, Nong May.”
A strange, unfamiliar heat coils in Gemini’s stomach at the tone of Fourth’s words. “Is that a no?”
Fourth’s hands slide up Gemini’s thighs, firm and warm, gripping just hard enough to make him shiver.
“It’s very far from a no.”
Fourth holds him there for a moment longer than necessary, and then, he’s sliding out reluctantly. He lays down next to Gemini, gesturing to his own aching cock, precum pearling from the tip.
Gemini’s eyes light up, he hesitates for a second before moving to his knees. He shuffles forward and swings his leg over the knight to straddle his stomach.
“I’ve got you.” Fourth’s hand wraps around his own cock, helping to guide Gemini onto it, biting harshly on his bottom lip as Gemini’s tight heat surrounds his cock once more. “Fuck. You’re still so fucking tight, May.”
Gemini rests his hands on Fourth’s chest, feeling the warm skin against his palms. The sensation of Fourth’s cock pressing into him so deeply has him feeling it in his throat, he chokes on a moan of the knight’s name.
He lifts up onto his knees before sinking back down, trying his best to build a steady rhythm, but his thighs are already struggling to keep him up. They shake from the force it takes to keep lifting up and drop back down. He tries to power through, his blunt manicured nails dig into Fourth’s chest.
A soft hiss escapes Fourth’s lips from the small crescent shapes piercing into his chest and he moves his hands to grip Gemini’s waist, helping to lift him gently then letting him go so that he falls down onto his cock with a bit more force.
“Nghnn, Fourth… Fuck.” The prince whines pathetically, chasing the feeling of the heat swirling in his stomach. The stretch no longer hurts, but instead, pleasure bursts through his body now he’s adapted to the size of Fourth’s cock burying inside of him.
“Nong… May… You’re slowing down. Let me take over again. Let me make you feel good.” Fourth reaches a hand up to caress Gemini’s cheek, gasping when the prince takes his thumb between his lips and sucks. “Fuck… you’re unreal, May.”
Gemini smiles around the finger before he lets go with a soft pop. His thighs tremble, not used to working so hard. Fourth lifts him gently, moving him onto his hands and knees, before kneeling behind him.
The knight leans forward to press a kiss in the center of Gemini’s back, draping his body on top of the prince. The kiss quickly turns into a gentle bite and then he’s sucking marks into the silky skin, trailing them up to each shoulder before following the trail back down to the dimples that sit near the bottom of the prince’s spine.
He could spend an eternity marking up this skin if Gemini would let him, and it takes him a moment to come back to his senses when he hears the prince calling his name in soft whimpers.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He trails off while his finger glides across each blooming mark that now covers Gemini’s back.
“I want to be marked everywhere by you. I told you to make me yours, Fourth. I meant it.” Gemini glances over his shoulder at the Fourth who still cages him in from above. He wiggles his hips until the knight’s cock nudges against his thigh. “Can you continue fucking me now?”
Fourth doesn’t need to be asked twice. He adjusts himself to slide his cock back into the tight heat and he lets out a low groan when he’s met with no resistance this time.
Gemini’s whines mix in with Fourth’s moans, and his arms begin to struggle at keeping his body up immediately. He drops down onto his forearms, the angle helping Fourth thrust that much deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against Gemini’s prostate.
“There! Ah—fuck—right there. Again, do it again. Please. Please.”
The knight pulls his hips back, slamming forward again, pushing a moan from Gemini’s throat at the force he feels slamming into his prostate.
Fourth can feel his control over his lust and pleasure slipping, the pressure in his own stomach begins to build. Each thrust has a bit more force behind it as Gemini’s grip around his cock tightens, trying to keep him inside.
He needs to slow down. But he can’t. The last shred of his resolve breaks the moment Gemini reaches for Fourth’s hand that sits on the small of his back, dragging it towards his throat, pressing his fingers into the skin.
Fourth lifts them both up onto their knees, his hand never leaving Gemini’s throat. With Gemini’s back pressed up against his chest, his grip tightens just enough for the prince to feel the pressure from his fingers, but not enough to cut off the airflow completely.
The prince preens under the attention he receives from Fourth. Cries escape him when the knight can no longer hold back. Fourth fucks into him with such a force, Gemini begins to wonder if it will leave behind bruises. He wants the bruises. He wants there to be a memory of tonight burned onto his skin for as long as possible.
The angle isn’t ideal with both of them on their knees but Gemini doesn’t want to move away, and Fourth doesn’t have the mind to move them either as each thrust gets faster and sloppier.
Neither of the men have said a word for what seems like an hour, too caught up in moaning and whining into the lust filled air around them.
Fourth’s hand slips down from Gemini’s neck, and the man whimpers at the loss. His hand continues down to wrap around the prince’s cock and he strokes in time with his thrusts, his other arm wrapping around his waist to hold their bodies close.
“Are you going to come for me, Gemini?” The knight's lips tickle Gemini’s ear as he whispers the words, his thumb swiping through the slit of the prince’s cock to gather the precum pearling there. “If you do as you’re told, I might let you come again.”
Gemini’s head drops back against Fourth’s shoulder and he nods, letting out a whimper. “Yes. Let me come again.”
No sooner than the words leave his lips, his body begins to shake. His orgasm crashes through him, pearly white ropes land across the bed sheets and Fourth’s hand that still strokes his cock. He cried Fourth’s name, hands reaching back to tangle into Fourth’s hair, using it as leverage to push his body harder into Fourth’s hold.
Fourth thrusts faster and harder, chasing his own orgasm. His hips stutter when he feels the familiar coil of heat take over his body. Gemini clenches around him, and finally, his body releases. His come paints Gemini’s walls white in steady waves until he’s fully spent.
Their bodies fall to the bed with audible moans and huffs of air. Fourth shifts them to lay on their sides, Gemini’s back still pressing against his chest and his arms wrapped around the prince’s waist.
“Holy fuck.” The knight murmurs between them, his chest rising and falling rapidly to catch his breath.
“Fourth…”
Something about the tone of the prince’s voice catches Fourth off guard. He glances down to see Gemini straining to tilt his head back, a flush dancing across his face and chest. His eyes hold an emotion that Fourth wants to lock away and hide from the rest of the world. These eyes should belong to him. They do belong to him.
The knight surges forward, and though the angle is awkward, he devours Gemini’s lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues clash, lips bruise, moans pass between their mouths.
Never breaking the kiss, Fourth carefully slides his cock out, smirking against Gemini’s lips when a whine pushes into his mouth. He rolls them until Gemini is laying on top of his body, legs falling on either side of him to allow them to get closer.
The kiss slows to short pecks and he nips at Gemini’s lips, tugging them between his own.
“Gemini…” He whispers, not wanting to break the moment between them. With a glance over at the clock, he sees that it now reads past one a.m., and he knows they need to rest. The prince will need to wake up to be married in a few hours.
“Another. I want you to give me more. You said you would. Please.” Rolling his hips to show that they are both still very much aroused, Gemini pulls back just an inch to read Fourth’s face.
Fourth lets out a groan, rubbing his hand over his face because he knows he’s about to give in to the man on top of him. He knows he shouldn’t, he should stop this now, but he already lost his resolve once—he doesn’t actually believe it will return ever again.
“And then bed, Gemini. Understood?”
“Sir! Yes, sir!” The prince smirks, pressing a kiss against Fourth’s jaw.
The knight's cock twitches and he throws his head back against the pillows muttering to himself about how Gemini will be the death of him.
He flips them over quickly and this time they get tangled up in the sheets as Fourth takes his time, fucking into Gemini slowly. Nothing is fast-paced or harsh. Just a slow and steady thrust of his hips over and over for what feels like hours. Kisses pass between them and they mark each other’s bodies until they come in steady pulses together this time.
They are both spent, immediately falling to the bed, bodies pressing together. Instead of letting the silence overwhelm them, Fourth starts the conversation about what Gemini wants in life and they talk for the next hour until sleep crashes over them.
~
A few hours later, the clock reads 5:15 a.m. when Fourth wakes up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looks over at Gemini who is still asleep, wrapped up in the thin white sheets, marks adorning his soft skin.
With reluctance, Fourth carefully makes his way out of the bed, heading into the bathroom to find a small cloth and running it under warm water. He wrings it out before walking back into the bedroom and moving the sheets so as to not wake the sleeping prince.
He cleans the mess from last night off of Gemini’s body, making sure to be extra gentle between his legs. Once he finishes cleaning the prince, he wipes off his own body, disposing of the cloth in the bathroom before dressing himself in silence.
He watches the rise and fall of Gemini’s chest as an ache passes through his own. Last night might have changed everything for Fourth and possibly Gemini. Fourth isn’t sure he is ready to let it go, but he knows Gemini needs to get ready for the wedding. Where he will announce that he is no longer pure, no longer going to marry the Prince of Soelil.
So with one last look at the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on, Fourth fixes the last button on his coat and holds his boots in his hand as he slips out of the room before he can be noticed by anyone.
~
Gemini wakes up to the sun shining across his face. The clock reads 6:00 a.m. and there is a soft breeze blowing in from the still open balcony window.
Stretching his hands above his head, Gemini lets out a soft groan at the ache he feels traveling along his body, mostly focused between his legs. Fuck.
“I don’t know how you expect me to walk down the aisle today when you—”
His mouth slams shut when his eyes adjust to the room’s light and he notices that he’s alone. Sitting up in the bed, Gemini looks around for any sign of the knight who gave him the most memorable night of his life.
He curls the sheets closer around his body. He hadn’t expected the knight to stay—he’d just maybe hoped he wouldn’t wake up alone.
Shaking his head quickly, his palms gently slap his cheeks. “Enough. You are the crown Prince of Cressida. Get yourself up and ready, march yourself down that aisle and call off this wedding. Then you can find that knight and teach him a lesson or two about leaving a future king alone after a night of mind-blowing sex.”
Gemini floats around the room as he gets himself ready, showering with his favorite hair and body products, lathering his skin in a shimmering lotion, eating fruits left by his door from the maids. He sits in front of the mirror and applies simple makeup to his face, eyes lingering on the marks that litter his body—another reminder of the night before—but he refuses to cover them up.
The clock on the wall reads that it is almost time to leave. He needs to put on his outfit. He stands in front of his closet and pulls the soft fabric from the hangers. Once he’s dressed, the silky white shirt buttoned up to his neck is tucked in carefully to the matching pants, a belt snatches his waist and he slides on his white gloves to tie the whole look together.
“Good morning.” He greets his first maid, and best friend, Min, who helps him dress for his events.
Min helps put on his veil and his heeled boots, adjusting his jewelry to lay nicely with his clothes. She doesn’t once mention the bruises she sees poking out from under the prince’s silk collar.
“You look divine,” she says, hand resting on Gemini’s silky shoulder.
“Thank you, Min,” he replies with a smile, but all the words feel like background noise as an emotion claws up from his throat that he can barely decipher.
Once everything is in place, she walks him down to the main entrance of the castle where a carriage awaits to take him to the church just across the way.
“Let’s go,” Min whispers as she helps him step into the carriage. He gives her hand a soft squeeze, helping her up to sit across from him.
Gemini is completely zoned out the entire way, his mind racing over the thought of disappointing not only his parents, but his entire kingdom. He worries that he may have made a mistake in sleeping with the knight just because he was angry with his parents. Did he ruin everything? It’s not as if he has to tell anyone what happened, but also why should he hide it?
Why should he subject himself to marrying a stranger when after meeting Fourth last night, he knows there is someone in the world who suits him better. Someone he can meet on his own terms.
He wants to tell Min what happened, and although he knows she would be there for him, would probably know exactly what to say to ease the anxiety swimming in his stomach, he can’t bring himself to speak. He doesn’t know where to start. And he doesn’t have the time as the church comes into view.
“Prince Gemini, we’ve arrived,” the driver announces.
The words break Gemini from his thoughts, he glances first to Min, whose smile doesn’t reach her eyes, and then to the church outside. It seems that everyone is already inside and waiting for him.
They step out of the carriage and walk up the steps to the wooden doors that lead to the many people from both kingdoms that have come to watch a marriage between their two princes.
Taking a deep breath, Gemini nods to Min who gives him a smile again. She holds out a bouquet of all white flowers that Gemini takes into his hands. Min adjusts the veil to cover part of his face, cupping his cheek reassuringly through the fabric before she knocks softly on the door to signal that the prince is ready to walk down the aisle.
The doors open slowly and Gemini begins to wonder if everything is moving in slow motion around him. His heart pounds in his chest, his palms are sweaty inside of his gloves and suddenly he isn’t sure if he can move his feet.
“I’m right behind you,” Min whispers, her hand on the small of his back as they take the first step inside.
Everyone’s eyes are on him, all except for his soon to be not-husband. Just before full panic sets in, Pond, his brother’s husband—and a man who is basically another brother to him—steps up and holds out his elbow.
“I got you, little bro,” he whispers with a quick wink. With Min behind him, and Pond beside him, Gemini’s body immediately releases from the tense state it was in. He locks their elbows together and gives a weary smile to Pond who helps lead him down the aisle towards Prince Nat.
Speaking of the Prince of Soelil, his back is currently to the crowd, and Gemini studies his appearance. He is taken aback for a moment to see a full head of dark hair, he can’t yet see his face, but from his build he actually seems quite young for what Gemini was imagining. Could he have been wrong this whole time? Had he made a huge mistake?
Prince Nat is wearing a white coat, with black pants dazzled with black and gold accent chains and shoulder pads. Matching gloves on his hands and a white cape attached to his coat trails behind him. He still does not turn around as Gemini makes his way down the aisle.
“And who gives away Prince Gemini to Prince Nat?” The priest’s voice booms against the walls of the church, and Pond bows before releasing Gemini’s arm.
“I, Prince Pond of Celeste, give Prince Gemini of Cressida away.”
Gemini is stuck in his spot for a brief moment before a wave of anger flashes through his mind. Fuck this.
And just as he is about to turn and open his mouth to address the kingdom, Prince Nat turns to face him. Gemini takes a step back, bumping into Min, almost falling to his feet.
Because standing in front of him is the same man who ruined him just the night before.
Fourth.
Something dangerously close to a scream escapes Gemini’s lips. He feels a nudge on his back—unmistakably in the shape of Min’s hand—that causes him to stumble forward and right into Fourth’s arms. Fourth catches him immediately, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“So, do I look like a forty-year old, fat, bald, loser?”
“Fuck you. You—”
“—Oh, trust me, after the taste I got of you last night, you’ll never get me to let you go, Prince Gemini.” The smirk can be heard in Fourth’s voice as he leans back to help Gemini stand up properly, adjusting his clothes back into place carefully.
He waves politely to the audience and they both turn back to the priest who begins the ceremony by speaking to the families of each prince.
“You told me your name is Fourth. Did you seriously fail to mention that you are about to become my husband?” Gemini hisses the words so that no one else can hear them arguing. He is so caught up in his anger that he doesn’t even feel when Fourth locks their fingers together.
“Oh? I thought you were about to call off the wedding? Show everyone that you are no longer pure? Is that not happening anymore?” Fourth raises an eyebrow playfully, then holds back a laugh when Gemini squeezes his hand tightly.
“Not a fucking chance.” He leaves no room for argument and turns back to the priest, his heart pounding for a different reason now.
From the few articles he managed to find, he knows that Prince Nat clearly cares about his kingdom and puts in a lot of work for the charities he has been supporting. He just assumed that the prince was much older and maybe not that attractive.
And after their conversations last night, Gemini learned enough about Fourth to know that their views on life definitely aligned. Even down to arranged marriages being a horrible way for gay princes like themselves to find suitors.
They talked about how Gemini should have been free to make his choice and that if calling off the wedding was something he felt was best for him, then he should absolutely do it. How was he to know the man he bed the night before would be the prince he was set to marry? Gemini wonders if Fourth’s plan all along was to help Gemini make his own choice to marry him instead of it being the agreement their parents had arranged for them.
“It’s Nattawat by the way… My official name, my parents typically introduce me as Prince Nat because that’s what I went by in school. But, the special people in my life get to call me Fourth. And my husband… Well, he has the pleasure of calling me P’Si.” Fourth whispers the words against Gemini’s ear with a reserved smile just for him.
A shiver passes through Gemini’s body and he squeezes Fourth’s hand probably for the hundredth time during this awfully long ceremony.
“Good thing I know what name I’ll be screaming tonight… P’Si.”
“You just keep asking for dangerous things, Nong May.”