Kise felt frustrated as he made himself reach climax on his fur bed. He was holding a dirty piece of cloth to his nose, one that smelled of salty sweat, earth and iron. One that he had stolen from the general's tent.
The King was quite at ease with his sexuality and didn't feel ashamed, but he felt angry and disatisfied as he rubbed his softening cock. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be riding on top of a grumpy general, or pounding into him hard.
But nothing was working. He had tried making friends with the infuriating man more times than he could count. Nothing worked !
He got up to clean up and went out to search for the ridiculously stubborn man. It has become a need to see him every day, numerous times a day.
The smell of sex sticking to him made people unconsciously turn toward him and approach him, he paid them no mind as he went to the dining hall.
King Aida had been surprised the first time he had eaten at an unsteady wooden table and tasted the camp food. It wasn't very good.
Kise sat at the first table on the right, the one the general seemed to favour. Unfortunately, he had not anticipated the strength of his smell and the table was instantaneously filled to the brim, with people pushing each other to get a seat. No, no, no.
As he caught sight of the general who was passing by them, he lightly elbowed the soldier next to him, with his strength it was enough to move the whole line on his side and make space for a man. This man.
"Thank you, but this table is already crowded," Kasamatsu bowed to him respectfully and went over another table too far away.
The air around Kise grew dangerously humid and the smell of rain appeared as his mood took a nosedive.
"Shit ! It's a damn hurricane out there !" A soldier shouted as he entered the tent, drenched. The sound of lightning cracked in the sky above them as Kise watched Kasamatsu laugh with the soldier he seemed to always be stuck with.
The rain picked up and it started tearing holes in the tent. Soon everyone was running around to solidify the structure. Only Kise sat, staring calmly at the general who was getting wet, his black uniform sticking too his muscular body.
Kise was done being nice and going slow, this was seduction time.
He went over to the general, the path parting for him. He didn't stop until, he was flush against the general's back, his chest pressing into the wet cloth.
"Your Highness ?" The smaller man turned his head and frowned. And for the first time, Kise saw the light colour spreading under his skin. It was beautiful. He saw the conflicting emotions fighting behind the blue irises and he realised that he hadn't been paying enough attention.
This man wasn't immune to his charms at all. He was resisting them like nobody before. A genuine relieved smile split the king's face in half as he hugged the general from behind.
"I'll make you mine," he whispered in the cute little ears and was rewarded by a low intake of breath and further colour.
People were gasping at them, but he didn't care.
However before he knew it, he was on his back on the ground with a furious blushing general looking down at him.
"General Kasamatsu !" King Aida shouted as he ran to help Kise up, but the blond waved his concern away and kept smiling silly.
"I apologise," the general bowed and cleared his throat. "I accept your punishment."
"What ?" Kise frowned. "There will be no punishment," he said but paused as his mind filled with pictures of Kasamatsu gagged, tied and bound for his private use.
"Of course, there will be..." the older king frowned. "He harmed you, your highness."
"There's no harm," Kise grinned, then reached for the general. "But if you insist, I'll handle the discipline myself," he said as he entwined their fingers together, the dry, calloused hand fitting perfect in his own soft, bigger one. This was it, he realised. He had found the one.
He dragged him to his personal tent, but paused as he felt resistance once they stepped inside the luxurious interior. Kasamatsu was glaring down at the ground with a deep frown.
"What is it, general ?" Kise asked and rubbed a hand over the general's arm reassuringly.
"I know you have enjoyed some of my comrades company, but I'm not like them," he said in a stern tone.
Kise cursed himself for having ever touched another.
"But they didn't matter ! Only you do," He promised as he stepped closer.
The answering snort wasn't what he had expected.
"With all due respect, you don't need to do that, your highness," Kasamatsu rose his head to look straight into his eyes. "I don't want to have sex with you."
"Oh, you do," Kise narrowed his eyes at the lying man and took a deep breath. Yes, there was arousal.
"No, I do find you very attractive," the general shook his head and took a step back. It was like a punch to the gut for the king. "I can't control it. However, I don't want to have sex with you.
"Explain yourself, general," the king ordered as he started walking, forcing the general into stepping back until he hit a table. "Because I very much want to thoroughly make love to you," Kise promised in a low, growling voice, both his hands coming to lay on the table around the general's body to trap him.
"I-I-" The usually controlled general stuttered to Kise's greatest pleasure.
"Tell me," he ordered as he pressed harder making their hips meet and his breath became harsh as he realised he wasn't the only one getting affected.
"I-I'm saving m-myself," Kasamatsu blushed a mesmerising red as he lowered his head. But Kise would have none of it, he grabbed his jaw and gently pulled it up.
"What for ?" He asked, unable to stop himself from giving a light roll of his hips earning himself the prettiest sound from the general's lips.
"F-for the one," he whispered and closed his eyes in embarrassment.
This was it. Kise's second hand left the table and went to the dark head, grabbing onto the surprisingly soft locks and pulling back. Then he dove and took Kasamatsu's lips with his own into a searing kiss. One that made even the experienced Kise's knees shake. His heart had never pounded as it was doing now, no matter what he did, no matter who he did it with. Kasamatsu made the sweetest moaning sound and his hands grabbed onto Kise's shoulders.
After some time, a long time, he had to let them part for breath and it was painful to do so.
"From now on, you're the only one for me. And I'll be the only one for you," he declared in a low threatening voice.
Kasamatsu's face was the picture of pleasure. Eyes bright and hooded, pink skin, lips wet and bruised, breathing laboured. It was too much to resist and Kise bent down to take his lips for another delicious taste.
"This is mine only," he growled as he squeezed the hips he was holding now and pressed harder to release some of the pressure.
The sight of the strong, stern general always in control, looking so exposed and disheveled made something primal and precious unfold in Kise's heart and soul.
"S-stop !" The general cried out as he threw his head back in pleasure over the next roll of the king's hips.
"Why ?" Kise asked as he bent down to kiss the exposed skin, taking time to lick over a battle scar marking the side of his neck.
"We c-can't do it," he whispered. "Stop !"
Kise groaned as he buried his face in the soft neck and breathed sharply.
"Alright," he acquiesced but growled when the general tried to free himself. "Don't move !"
He froze and they stood like that, getting themselves under control, their loud breath the only sound in the tent.
"Yukiocchi," Kise smiled down at the trembling man in his arms. "Don't avoid me ever again, alright ?" He said in a soft voice that was half nice half threatening.
The general, who was still blushing and staring at him with uncharacteristic doe like wide eyes that softened his features in the prettiest way, nodded slowly.
On the following days, Kise followed his chosen one everywhere. He even tried to slip in his tent once to wake him up nicely but the general had freaked over being caught with the king in his bed and had kicked his ass out of the uncomfortable cot.
Yukiocchi still wasn't convinced by the king's gesture and repeated to whoever would hear it that there was nothing between them. Of course, nobody believed him as that was usually when Kise would sneak up behind him and wrap his arms possessively around his waist, usually he would bend down to kiss his neck as he loved to do in that position and glared at whoever was there to scram.
"You can't do that," the grumpy general complained as he glared once again at the king.
"Whatever are you talking about, my love ?" He smiled innocently at Yukiocchi.
"I don't have anymore clothes," the smaller man said through gritted teeth and if look could kill, Kise would be history.
"If you would stop being stubborn and move into my tent-"
"Your highness," the general cut off, using the title to put distance but Kise only found it endearing.
"Yes, my general ?"
"Give them back."
"Oh but you wouldn't want to wear anything that has been covered in my sem-" Kise started but a calloused hand quickly covered his mouth.
"Shut it !" He angrily whispered, but his face was fifty shades of red and Kise's eyes narrowed at the scent he picked up. Arousal. "Keep them for what I care ! I'll borrow Koji's."
He made to go but Kise wrapped his right arm around the muscular waist to bring him back to his chest and grabbed onto Yukiocchi's jaw with his left hand.
"You're not to ever wear another's clothes. Ever." He threatened and he knew his golden eyes were glowing a dangerous turquoise. "The only scent allowed on you is mine."
Yukiocchi stared at him with wide eyes, his own irises focused on Kise's glowing ones.
"I'll get you some new ones," he offered softly and took his lips in a passionate kiss.