A/N: That took such a long time to write... Having to edit out all of the language above T rated for my English teacher to read because my mother decided to tell her about it and she wanted to read, so it may take a while to update now =.= Sorry for any inconvenience!
The wedding ceremony came fast the next day, despite the fact that they had chosen to have it at noon to give their guests more time. Arthur had already seen his fiancé's suit and quite honestly couldn't wait to see him in the patterned fabric with the pale blue cravat and champagne shirt. His glasses exchanged for more sophisticated ones, and his untamed hair combed. A smile played upon his lips as he laid back on his bed and imagined the whole ceremony, exactly how it would go. They'd been through the mock wedding before as it was a requirement for the sixteenth birthday to have been taught the basics of it, but even so he found himself unable to picture some of the details, including how the colour scheme would work in the room.
His own attire wasn't half as appealing. Apart from to Alfred, he figured. Arthur was required, as the future Queen, to wear a dress that his King had picked out for the event in order to continue with family traditions. The large, midnight blue dress seemed rather questionable to him. It had lace trims and a white petticoat, which were both a little too feminine for his liking. Then there was the corset top. Apparently a particular American prince had chosen to give him a half-under bust corset top to give a hint of the cleavage that he didn't have. Why? His pre-heat made his chest, lower torso and legs swell up, and clearly a dress was the suitable way to approach it. When he had confronted him about it early that morning, Alfred had shot that puppy-eyed look in his direction, the one that the current Jack had warned him about; his bottom lip popped out into an utterly adorable pout, his hands clasped in front of him, and he gave the sad look that puppies tend to give when they lack attention. The Brit had finally agreed to it, and now he was stuck looking like a fairy princess at his own wedding.
The wait was awful. Alfred and the guests entered first, and then he was to wait another ten minutes just to be sure that no one else would arrive. During that time, he paced uncomfortably, annoying the young boys that were holding the back of his dress. Which almost caused them to trip over each other as the door was opened and Arthur swiftly turned to face the front of the hall. His walk down the aisle was equally as quick as his turn, and it was clear that his future in-laws were slightly irritated by it. One hand gently took the alpha's, and they gave slight smiles to each other. "The dress looks awesome on you, princess," he whispered with the slightest of smirks.
First the past King and Queen stepped down to allow their son and his own Queen to take over, almost like a carnation. It had been a tradition to do so before the ceremony for decades, even though the parents would always have some control over what would happen in the kingdom as long as they remained living. The crowns were passed over delicately and placed upon the new couple's heads in a way that hinted towards the fear of accidentally dropping them. They then proceeded to approach the steps on which they would marry, their hands locked in the sweetest of holds.
The omega barely paid attention during the ceremony, only when it was requested that they exchange rings. He quickly snapped back to reality and took the ring from the silk pillow before him as he lifted Alfred's hand up. Vows were repeated slowly, then rings slipped onto fingers in as gentle a way possible. Their eyes met and lips touched chastely. The ceremony was ended with a rather amorous hug, then the alpha scooped up his new Queen in a bridal hold and carried him out to the open. Arthur naturally wrapped both arms around him and rested his head on the nearest shoulder whilst thinking silently about how pleasant it was compared to his original views of partially arranged marriages.
That was when it all changed. The King froze. The Queen tensed up. They both felt the scent hit them. In one swift movement, Alfred turned towards the castle and carried him there instead , ignoring the panicked protests from his guard. Arthur glanced up briefly and saw that his eyes were locked on the castle, only around ten metres away at that point, almost as if he was trying to stop himself from allowing his natural alpha behavior to take over. As they approached the castle, the King turned towards the mating chambers and towards a particular room. He then placed the omega down and took several steps back. "You go inside, I have some business that I have to sort out regarding meals being brought to us for however long you're fertile for, having my parents ensuring that everything's in place, and perhaps taking a quick shower in the room next door."
Arthur nodded once and entered the room in silence, his body aquiring some sort of physical weakness. It was as if he had been running for hours and had only just stepped off the treadmill. It took a rather long time for him to finally make his way to the bed, then another few minutes to remove his clothes and place them carefully on the chair next to the bed. He then clambered into the middle of the bed. The edges of the bed were raised, likely by padding under the sheets, intended for making the bed feel more like a typical mating nest. Pillows and teddies and soft bed sheets covered the bed to make it more comfortable, and he did in fact find much comfort in burying his face into the silk pillow cases. After a few minutes, however, he found that he was rather bored and disliked the wait that his new husband was putting him through, so he resorted to adjusting the nest to his liking, occasionally discarding or replacing some of the soft furnishings until they were placed in useful positions.
His head instantly snapped up as Alfred entered the room in just a towel. He had appeared from a room that the omega didn't even know was attached to where he was, although he guessed rather quickly that it was an en suite bathroom. The towel was discarded with a simple toss, revealing an attractive (dry) body underneath. Arthur gaped slightly at the sight of it. His King had a strong build with a little bit of puppy fat around his waist. He had felt the broad chest before whilst he was sleeping but had been in a foul mood and therefore didn't take in the sight of the definted muscles and slim complexion. The alpha also had the most muscular legs that Arthur had ever seen in person. Not ridiculous like a bodybuilder's, nor fat. Just thick muscle.
Alfred slowly approached the bed in a careful manner, as if to avoid frightening the omega. As he crawled over him, Arthur could see a look of pure lust glazing over his eyes. Their lips met in the softest of kisses, but soon parted, leaving them both lingering. "I promise to look after you well," he alpha whispered softly as he aided his new husband in turning into a suitable position for mating, "And I'll get the first time over and done with quickly so you can get used to the feeling of proper mating as opposed to a one night stand." His lips trailed up the soft thighs, his hands making slow circular motions upon his rear. Using his thumbs, the King examined the tight hole, wondering how the heck he had gotten in there the first time and whether he would be able to again after his growth spurt. A single trickle of natural lubrication managed to escape the hole, and Alfred's tongue quickly lapped it up, causing a soft mewl of pleasure from Arthur.
In one motion, he mounted the omega and eased himself in. Tight. The tightness and scent drove him crazy, but he knew that it was best to go slowly despite the monsterous urge to pound his partner into the nest. Gradually, he pulled his hips back and eased in again with hopes that he had remembered the correct position for his hips to be in in order to find the average omega's sweet spot. Silence remained, and he clearly hadn't hit that place, nor anywhere else that the omega particularly enjoyed. His thrusts remained at the same slow place for what felt like hours until Arthur let out a shrill cry, his torso pressing as far into the nest as it possibly could and his hips lifting high.
With that, the alpha began to pound into him whilst leaving butterfly kisses all over the pale shoulders of his Queen. Each time he hit the other male's prostate and each time he cried out from the overload of pleasure. In all honesty, Alfred was surprised at how long he was able to hold out; he had practiced countless times with toys so that he would last a sufficient amount of time for pleasuring his omega before knotting him, but he very much doubted that someone as regal as a Brit would use toys on himself (although it was debatable whether he'd want someone else using the toy on him instead). With each thrust into the tight heat, Arthur's hips began to snap back. Alfred moaned softly at the sensation and forced himself to pick up the speed of his hip movements despite his stamina quickly leaving.
Several thrusts later and he felt himself knotting. They both laid in a spooning position in the nest as the process took place, but the omega was clearly uncomfortable. Likely due to the swelling inside of him and excessive amounts of fluid, the King figured. Even so, he affectionately nuzzled against the warm, pale neck, his arms carefully wrapping around the smaller figure. "Was that okay for you?"
"It was short and simply overrated, yet rather pleasant at the same time." Alfred chuckled. From what he had researched, the reactions to the first attempt at mating tended to be simple, yet he didn't expect anything less from his new husband.
They remained perfectly still for the remaining twenty minutes before it was safe to pull out, just talking as they waited for the knotting to finish. It was a genuine sweet moment for them where the fear over the wedding had been lost and their true sides had been shown. During that period, even the pheromone and lust and little scraps over nothing were forgotten, and their bodies were pressed in a rather affectionate way compared to the lustful one.
There was most definitely something between them, like a rekindled love.