Amoroso
"Eh? We can't sleep in the same room?" asked the confused prince sitting on the edge of his bed.
Mikazuki smiled calmly at Ichigo's doorway despite pushing away a restrained Tsurumaru with all his strength on the other side of the door.
"Uguisumaru! Let me go! Damn it old man quit butting your head in my marriage!" trailed Tsurumaru's voice as he was most likely dragged away.
Mikazuki entered Ichigo's room and closed the door behind him. He didn't miss Ichigo's worried glance towards where he last heard Tsurumaru's voice.
"Don't worry. You will be reunited with my brother soon after I brief you of 'our' traditions." Mikazuki reassured Ichigo.
"I see.. What exactly is your tradition then, my King?"
"We don't have many. But my father and our ancestors stressed greatly on the 'first night' tradition."
Ichigo gulped.
Uguisumaru sighed when Mikazuki finally came down from Ichigo's room. Apparently the head knight had Tsurumaru locked in the same room they both stayed in when Tsurumaru had pretended to be a knight.
"How is he doing?"
"Probably dying since you officially ruined his plans of their first night, your majesty."
The king chuckled, "Still so immature."
Uguisumaru moved aside so Mikazuki could open the door. He was greeted by Tsurumaru's annoyed, pouty face. The young prince was sitting with crossed legs and crossed arms.
"Don't be like that, baby brother."
"I hate you."
"He needed to know. Father insisted on it. Besides, I was curious as to what would happen seeming that you had the shortest pining period compared to all our ancestors."
Tsurumaru let out a frustrated sigh, "I know that! That's why I wanted to skip the tradition! It's not fair!"
Mikazuki smiled earnestly, "Imagine a positive outcome, Tsurumaru. Wouldn't that prove how strongly he feels about you?"
Tsurumaru's eyes reflected a calm solemnness, "Yeah..." He looked down to his knees, "I was surprised he…cried at my arrival earlier."
The king walked into the room and towards his brother. Tsurumaru didn't flinch when Mikazuki placed a reassuring hand on the young prince's head. It was Mikazuki's rare moments of genuine contact, "No matter the outcome tonight, know that he cares deeply for you."
Tsurumaru nodded.
The wedding attire was heavy on Ichigo's body. It felt good to at least undress from the main coat and the accessories especially the sword belt around his hips. He placed them over his chair and stared at his bed. If it wasn't for his need to respect his partner's family traditions, he could have been undressing in front of Tsurumaru. He unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.
Ichigo imagined how Tsurumaru would look at him, what Tsurumaru would do, how he himself would be like, how his body would react towards the person he loved. Ichigo's gloved hands stopped at the second button he was unconsciously fiddling with. Ichigo imagined Tsurumaru sitting on his-…their bed. Looking his way. Smiling.
Two soft knocks on the door brought Ichigo out of his dazed state.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
Ichigo froze. Tsurumaru was outside his room.
The eldest Awataguchi prince didn't give permission to enter, instead he leaned on the door, "You shouldn't be here. You'll break your tradition. Your brother said-"
"-that we can't sleep in the same room on our first night, yes I know. But that doesn't mean we can't talk right?"
Ichigo felt Tsurumaru too leaned against the door.
"Please let me in, Ichigo."
Tsurumaru heard the lock click.
Ichigo didn't open the door but Tsurumaru took his chance and let himself in.
The eldest prince had already walked to sit on his bed, "Perhaps if just a while."
"Yeah." Tsurumaru closed the door and swallowed thickly. He had a 50/50 chance. That's why he quietly twisted the lock behind him.
"Were you undressing for bed?"
Thoughts of Tsurumaru watching him undress flooded Ichigo's mind again but he didn't let it show, "Yes."
To Ichigo's surprise, Tsurumaru walked towards him and knelt before him. When the prince reached out for his shoes, Ichigo hurriedly tried to stop him.
"Wait..! Tsurumaru-"
Tsurumaru chuckled, "Let me do this alright? There's no harm in helping my partner to take off his shoes."
"Yes, but-" Ichigo was cut off by Tsurumaru's sincere smile.
Although he never found it degrading for his brothers to help him and vice versa, having Tsurumaru do it was… a little more intimate. Tsurumaru took his time untying the shoe lace and tugging it free before he held the shoe to slowly pull it off Ichigo's foot. Tsurumaru's hands were warm as they alternatively held Ichigo's legs. Ichigo couldn't help but stare down at his partner. He must have stared for too long because Tsurumaru looked up at him with a cheeky smile. Ichigo could only look away in false shame and a light blush. Tsurumaru's smile widened.
"Ichigo." He called out as he was working on the second shoe, "I want to thank you."
"What for?"
"For choosing me." Tsurumaru finally pulled Ichigo's shoe off, "We didn't have … 'filters' like your brothers to help choose the right suitors. And since we hid the truth about my existence, when I revealed myself, they would suddenly treat me differently. That's why my brother never married. He refused to let himself be swayed by fake smiles. He's a young king after all."
Ichigo unconsciously caressed Tsurumaru's cheek, "I'm.. so sorry."
Tsurumaru leaned into Ichigo's comforting palm, "And then there was you." He smiled at Ichigo's slightly shocked face, "You never faltered, not even a little. You were so sincere. And I couldn't help but be drawn towards your kind heart. Although you were meant for my brother, even he knew that I had fallen so hard for you."
Ichigo was holding his breath as his heart beat faster and faster.
"And you loved me. Just as much. But you were so loyal to your family and duties. And I wanted-.. I wanted to be your family."
"…Tsurumaru…"
"When I came to the wedding, when you finally knew who I was, you cried tears of happiness. And I knew I had found the one."
Tsurumaru took Ichigo's gloved hand and placed a kiss on the back of it, "I am yours, my prince. Whatever you want, I'll do my best to give it to you."
The prince stood up and bowed, "Sweet dreams, Ichigo."
Even if Tsurumaru didn't succeed, he was happy that he let his whole heart out.
All of a sudden, just as Tsurumaru turned to leave, he felt Ichigo pull the back of his shirt.
"Ichigo?"
The eldest prince gulped and took a deep breath. He knew what he wanted. Even if it broke tradition.
Ichigo leaned forward until he felt Tsurumaru's back. He gripped tightly onto the shirt, "If.. If you're mine, then.."
Tsurumaru turned around, took in Ichigo's red face, ears and neck despite Ichigo looking down at his bare feet. Tsurumaru lifted Ichigo's face by his chin and smiled. Ichigo's eyes… were just like his. A little curiosity, a little lust, and a little need for something.
Ichigo hesitantly finished, "Then… can I have you?...Tonight?"
Tsurumaru didn't wait any longer. He kissed Ichigo and initiated an intense kiss. The eldest prince was so taken aback by the force but he didn't dislike it. He followed Tsurumaru's lead and closed his eyes. It felt nice. Their kiss was wet and sloppy but the satisfaction that burst in them was enough to make them forget their manners.
Tsurumaru readily grabbed Ichigo by his ass and lifted him gently onto the bed on his back.
The sudden movement broke their kiss and left Ichigo panting lightly. Tsurumaru however was just hovering above him with a goofy smile.
Ichigo couldn't help but smile too, "What's so funny, Tsurumaru?"
"Nothing! I'm just…" Tsurumaru hugged Ichigo and buried his face in the crook of his partner's neck, "..so happy."
Ichigo hugged him back and sighed blissfully.
And then, Tsurumaru started licking Ichigo's neck.
For someone who had never been in any sexual or intimate contact, the slight affectionate gesture made Ichigo's whole body jolt and he let out a loud gasp.
Namazuo tucked in a sleepy Midare, Atsu and Yagen into his bed. They mumbled why they had to sleep in their brother's room but they were too tired to actually hear the answer.
Once all was set, Namazuo left his little brothers and closed the door. Outside, he met Honebami and Nakigitsune.
Namazuo scratched the back of his head, "You guys got the rest settled in?"
Both the princes nodded. They had arranged for all their younger brothers to sleep in their rooms that night since the three elder princes' rooms were on the lower floors at their own request. The younger ones were attached to Ichigo so their rooms were all close to the eldest prince's.
Mikazuki warned them about the first night and he had advised the three princes to move their brothers after they fell asleep.
Namazuo sighed, "I thought they had a 'no touch' policy or tradition whatever."
Honebami said, "I believe it is a tradition that was meant to be broken."
"Hahaha" laughed a man from the corridor. From the shadows, Mikazuki appeared.
The three princes bowed slightly before him. Mikazuki patted Honebami's head, "You're not wrong. Our tradition was merely to test for youth and desire. Those that can abide to the tradition must either have great self-control or they simply do not want each other. Like you said, it was meant to be broken."
There was so much hesitation in Ichigo's movements but Tsurumaru managed to easily undress both of them.
They started slow. Tsurumaru pampered every inch of Ichigo's exposed skin with a chaste kiss and lap of his tongue. Ichigo could only tremble at the heat and slide of Tsurumaru's appendage and the cold sensation that came after.
Ichigo wanted to hold onto something but the bed sheets didn't provide enough leverage. Again, he was hesitating. He didn't know what he could or couldn't do. When Tsurumaru was busy working up one of Ichigo's nipples with his tongue and constantly rolling the other with the tip of his fingers, Ichigo opted to slide a hand up Tsurumaru's damp hair.
Tsurumaru sucked and pinched at the same time, causing Ichigo to unconsciously grip and pull back Tsurumaru's hair. He panted lightly and let the lock of hair go, "I-…I'm sorr-"
Ichigo was cut off as Tsurumaru leaned back and devoured his lips again. Honestly, Tsurumaru loved how unsure Ichigo was. It only surprised Tsurumaru more as Ichigo opened up to him with his actions.
Their kiss parted when Tsurumaru felt Ichigo squirm under him. The eldest prince groaned as he felt their erection slide against each other.
"I-.. I've never- Hng…!" Ichigo craned his neck when Tsurumaru cupped their pulsating organs together.
"You've never gotten hard before have you?"
Ichigo shook his head.
"You've never had a single sexual thought before you met me?"
Again, the eldest prince shook his head but with a redder tinge on his face. He was ashamed but Tsurumaru swelled with a sense of pride.
He kissed Ichigo's forehead and whispered, "What an honour…"
Before Ichigo could ask why, Tsurumaru had already crawled downwards, hooking Ichigo's thighs over his shoulders. He exchanged a heated stare with Ichigo right before he swallowed the cock before him down to the root in one smooth motion, his nose pressed into soft tight curls.
Ichigo had never felt such a sensation before. The prince arched his back and cried out his lover's name so lewdly that Tsurumaru was almost determined to take his time but he was already on his edge. Ichigo's voice… the way he trembled and shivered with each touch and stroke, it drove Tsurumaru crazy.
Tsurumaru sucked and teased Ichigo's cock with unrelenting force, brutally bringing Ichigo to his first climax.
"..plea-se..! Ahh! ..Tsuru-…Hmngh! Please!" cried out the eldest prince as he tossed and turned and panted heavily.
Ichigo was reduced to a begging mess, pleading nonsensically in between moans and groans. Tsurumaru wasn't sure whether Ichigo wanted him to stop or keep going. When Ichigo stilled and keened, Tsurumaru swallowed him back down. Ichigo came with an arched back and silent scream. Tsurumaru let the salty bitterness wash over his tongue and swallowed every drop he could.
Almost immediately, while Ichigo was still dazed, Tsurumaru went further downwards to Ichigo's inexperienced hole. He spread Ichigo's cheeks, holding them apart as he lapped the pink rim, flicking his tongue inside to loosen it.
"Tsurumaru…where are you- Wait..!... Hngh! It's dirty..! Ahh!"
Tsurumaru nibbled lightly on the puckered hole, soothing it with his tongue as he heard Ichigo moan. Those quivering thighs on his shoulders were nearly shaking intensely as he sucked on it, his tongue running along its fluttering edge. Again, his tongue probed and explored the hole as far as it could, driving Ichigo insane. The eldest prince's hands found leverage again in Tsurumaru's hair and the prince let him grip it to ease the tightening sensation in Ichigo's lower half. But it didn't help.
"..no-! Again..! Tsuruma-..ru!"
Tsurumaru didn't stop. Not even when he knew Ichigo came a second time only a few minutes after his first climax. By the time Tsurumaru pulled away, the rim before him was red and puffy, and his partner had broken out into a sweaty mess. Ichigo was panting so hard and his torso was decorated with his own cum. Tsurumaru smiled. Ichigo was so beautiful and so exposed. Just for him. He reached behind him where their clothes were discarded and took out something from his back pocket.
The prince then took initiative to clean his partner's torso, making his way upwards from Ichigo's defined pelvic muscle to his perky nipples. Meanwhile, Ichigo was left overwhelmed from his abrupt orgasms. He was a little on the loopy side but he was so very sated. It was like a calm and peaceful moment of his life that was filled with bliss and satisfaction.
He only came back to reality when he saw Tsurumaru's face hover above his, "Still with me?"
Ichigo nodded slowly and wrapped his arms around Tsurumaru's neck to bring him down for a kiss. He made a mental note to return the favour someday since he couldn't get up if he wanted to. He was just so lax at that moment. He tasted himself in Tsurumaru's mouth and moaned at the thought of it. This was what making love tasted like apparently.
Unbeknownst to Ichigo, Tsurumaru had coated his fingers with the ointment Mikazuki had given him prior to their wedding as a wedding gift while Ichigo was coming down from his high.
Tsurumaru's fingers were so slick that some of the ointment even dripped onto Ichigo's open thighs. Tsurumaru felt Ichigo jolt at the first drop. The eldest prince parted their lips and asked worriedly, "What was that?"
"Do you trust me?" Tsurumaru asked without letting Ichigo look down.
Ichigo could feel something probing his back entrance. He was scared but even he instinctually knew what was coming.
With a shaky exhale, Ichigo nodded into Tsurumaru's neck and tightened his hold, "I trust you."
It was Tsurumaru's first time too so he went as easy and painless as he thought was possible. Which meant inserting his finger really really slowly. Once it was knuckles deep, Tsurumaru wiggled it as an experiment. Ichigo didn't seem to react much except for the strain in his muscles.
Tsurumaru gulped and pushed in a second finger past the tight rim. At the added intrusion, Ichigo's grip tightened and his legs shook around Tsurumaru's hips. Once both fingers were buried inside, Ichigo was panting with occasional grunts.
Again, Tsurumaru tested by wiggling and moving his fingers. He moved it apart side to side and up and down but comfort never came to Ichigo's expression. He didn't want to hurt Ichigo on their first time. Maybe he wasn't doing it right. Tsurumaru sighed and started pulling his two fingers out when all of a sudden, he felt himself press against something making Ichigo gasp and almost cry out.
He panicked.
"Oh god Ichigo I'm so sorry! Did that hurt, let me just pull out-"
"No don't..! Pull out…"
Tsurumaru froze. And so did Ichigo. He didn't notice that Ichigo was no longer frowning. The eldest prince gulped and started blushing again. Already, Tsurumaru could read him. He twisted his fingers back into Ichigo, easily sliding over that bump he had hit earlier.
"..HNGH!" Ichigo craned his back and bared his neck.
Once Tsurumaru knew where to tease, he had no problem holding himself back. He didn't let Ichigo move even a single inch as his body held the other down. While his fingers massaged and toyed with Ichigo's prostate gland, his mouth decorated the prince's neck and collarbones with beautiful red love bites. The Awataguchi prince could only accept the erotic ministrations from his partner.
Ichigo's lovely cries of pleasure only encouraged Tsurumaru to tease him harder. And each moan of his name from the eldest prince sent a pleasing jolt to his groin. Tsurumaru had yet to come but he was saving it all for Ichigo.
Since Tsurumaru could read Ichigo already, he knew exactly when Ichigo was close. Just when Ichigo was about to come, Tsurumaru unexpectedly pulled out his fingers.
Ichigo's cry of disappointment was even more electrifying. It plucked something in Tsurumaru. He wanted to hear it again; Ichigo deprived of coming.
The eldest prince held onto Tsurumaru's shoulders with shaky hands, "..Why-.. please Tsurumaru..! I need to-"
"Shhh be patient." He kissed Ichigo's sweaty forehead before he sat up. Tsurumaru took it all in; Ichigo's lustful eyes and slick sweaty body, hungry for him. Only he had the pleasure to see this side of the 'reserved and calm' Awataguchi prince.
Tsurumaru guided his hard cock to Ichigo's wet and well prepped entrance.
With Ichigo's curt nod, he pushed himself in and he didn't stop until he was balls deep inside his prince. It was a smooth push with barely any resistance. Ichigo wasn't in that much pain but he felt so full and it felt …right. Ichigo looked up to Tsurumaru's face. He never had the chance to actually look at Tsurumaru.
Ichigo never held his composure so he could only imagine how lewd he must have looked like, shaking and crying like the virgin he was. But Tsurumaru… Behind the smiles and goofy antics, he was even more beautiful above Ichigo. Tsurumaru's face was concentrating on the task at hand and his eyes were closed. His damp hair was sticking to his forehead, his face, his neck and his nape. And Tsurumaru's bare body revealed his excellent physique; defined collar bones, visible abs and strong arms that held Ichigo's legs by his knees.
Ichigo never felt physical or sexual attraction towards anyone throughout his life but when it came to Tsurumaru…
"Done eating me up with your eyes Ichigo~?"
The Awataguchi prince blushed ferociously. He was caught.
"Haha! Don't be so tense. I could eat you up too you know?"
Tsurumaru pulled back a little and gave an unexpected thrust forward. Ichigo gasped and bit his lip to stifle a moan. It was good. It felt so good. Tsurumaru pinned both Ichigo's hands with his own and leaned forward to whisper, "You're ready."
Ichigo had no room to think anymore as he was penetrated over and over again; making his body sing. A certain kind of pleasure resonated in both his mind and his hard cock. Tsurumaru's pace was perfect. The slide of Tsurumaru's cock against the special spot inside Ichigo bordered pain but the pleasure that blinded him came in waves, overcoming the pain, numbing it successfully.
He didn't know what he was saying. Maybe he was begging. Maybe he was mumbling but everything was spinning into one blur. Tsurumaru was driving him crazy.
Ichigo was so close.. Just a little more… But all of a sudden, Tsurumaru pulled out.
"No..! Tsurumaru…!" cried out the eldest prince immediately.
Tsurumaru chuckled and kissed Ichigo's panting mouth. He drew out moan after moan as he initiated another deep wet kiss. Their moist lips pressed against each other again and again as their noses bumped and saliva dripped down their chins.
It felt like hours before they parted, panting and breathing into each other.
Tsurumaru hovered above Ichigo with puppy eyes, "I'm sorry Ichigo but.. I want to monopolize you. Beg only for me. Want only me."
The hot dripping head of Tsurumaru's cock teased Ichigo's quivering entrance; ready to swallow him up again.
Ichigo squirmed and mewled. Even if Tsurumaru didn't confess his desire, Ichigo would still beg for it. He was already so close and Tsurumaru knew how to rock his body right. He needed to come.
But since Tsurumaru suddenly pulled out of him, Ichigo pulled their entwined hands to his mouth and bit a patch of skin hard enough to hurt as revenge.
"Ow! Ichigo-"
Tsurumaru was cut off when he saw Ichigo look at him with half-lidded lusty eyes. The Awataguchi prince's breath tickled Tsurumaru's hand as he whispered huskily, "Tsurumaru…please enter me.. defile me…" Ichigo kissed his partner's hand lovingly, "I want you...only you.."
Tsurumaru won't lie. He swore he got harder and possibly bigger at Ichigo's words and arousing body language.
"Damn it Ichigo…" Tsurumaru freed his hands, used them to grip his partner's hips and thrust into Ichigo in one swift motion, "You inflame me." He smirked at Ichigo's high pitched cry.
He started at a fast pace and didn't stop until he felt Ichigo tighten and squeeze the living daylights out of him. Ichigo came hard with a choked cry, pulling Tsurumaru at last into his blissful release. The feeling of having Tsurumaru's seed in him was like being filled to the brim. And extremely sated. Ichigo's pants reduced to soft breathes in a matter of minutes. He was so relaxed and exhausted.
In the afterglow of sex, Tsurumaru watched his beloved drift into the land of sleep. He'd be glad to help with the clean up since Ichigo was about to pass out. Tsurumaru pulled out of Ichigo and kissed his slightly parted lips lovingly, "Goodnight Ichigo."
"…love you, Tsurumaru.." mumbled the prince.
Tsurumaru blushed slightly and laughed. God, he loved Ichigo so much and he was the happiest man in the entire kingdom that night.
The Awataguchi princes went into the kitchen early the next morning, excited to see how their brother had dealt with sleeping apart for their first night.
But all they saw was their hardworking brother-in-law, "Morning guys! Breakfast is ready!"
"Where's Ichi-nii?" asked Yagen curiously.
"Oh! Ichigo…. Slept in. He'll be up soon."
Gokotai tilted his head, "How do you know he slept in if you didn't sleep with him last night?"
All of them stared at Tsurumaru curiously. The prince waved them off, "Of course I checked up on him~ He's my breakfast buddy remember?"
The younger ones nodded, satisfied by the answer. Midare, Yagen and Atsu pursed their lips and frowned but they eventually sat down for breakfast. Namazuo and Honebami did a pose with their finger guns pointed at him while Nakigitsune gave him a thumbs up.
All of a sudden, Mikazuki came in, smirking.
Tsurumaru threw a dirty rag at his brother's face, "Why are you still here?! Go back to your own kingdom already!"
Ichigo woke up and sat up immediately. But then he went back down because there was an aching pain in his lower body. Before he could question anything, he felt a hand caress his head, "Good afternoon, Ichigo~"
Ichigo took some time to register Tsurumaru's face. That was when he remembered what they had done the previous night. And of course, Ichigo ended up beet red again. But then he recalled how Tsurumaru had greeted him.
"Afternoon?! Breakfast-"
"-is all taken care off."
"The laundr-"
"Akita and Maeda took your shift."
"And-"
"I sent my brother off. He's on his way home, don't worry."
Ichigo relaxed into the bed with a sigh. He didn't have any other errands or royal duties to attend to. So he opted to stare at Tsurumaru's smug face. But every 5 seconds or so, he would feel the urge to just hide himself in his blanket. God, he was so embarrassed.
"Ichigo, no need to be so flustered around me!"
"But-…. We did it last night. We broke your tradition."
"Pfft" Tsurumaru scoffed, "It was meant to be broken anyway. Some stupid decree to make sure you choose the right one."
Ichigo had a light blush on his face, "..did you?"
Tsurumaru chuckled as he kissed Ichigo's forehead, "I did. Now, how 'bout a nice long hot bath?"
"That sounds great. But I…can't move."
"That's why you have me." Tsurumaru pulled the blanket away and effortlessly pulled Ichigo into his arms.
He carried the eldest prince bridal-style much to Ichigo's embarrassment. But he didn't complain. It was nice to be pampered for once. Before they even entered the bath, Ichigo heard the soft flow of the water tap and saw the wafting steam coming out of the bathroom door.
He sighed and kissed Tsurumaru on the cheek who in turn cuddled Ichigo closer to his body.
"I'll take care of you forever, my prince."
Ichigo smiled warmly, their foreheads rubbing against each other, "I'll be in your care, my knight."