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A lonely prince propped himself against a window with his chin resting firmly in his palm. From where he was sitting, he could almost see his city in it’s entirety. Someday, it would all be his, yet he had not had the chance to explore it much personally… or not much, at least.
It felt as if Eichi was imprisoned inside of his stone tower. He was permitted to leave for official matters, such as balls and banquets and appointments with tailors, and anything else royal and pretentious. Other than occasions such as those, Eichi was ordered to remain within his tower by his parents. They did not want him to fall ill with the sickness of the common folk, and they did not want him to get distracted from his destiny.
Within the next few years, the throne would belong to him. A royal ceremony would be held and celebrations would ring out in the streets- Eichi would see the barely roads covered in swells of people from his window. It would be one of the few entertaining things he’d be able to see, and it would bring him a horrid, fleeting joy, that reminded him of how hopelessly trapped he was. Whenever music rang from the city, Eichi practically hung out of his window to be closer to it. He wanted nothing more than to be with the music, feeling the vibrations ring through his body from the ground up.
His love of music was an aspect of himself that he kept locked away in his soul. If he were to free it, he would face rejection from every angle. His parents would berate him, informing him that music is the job of his jester, and not him.
Eichi’s jester, Wataru Hibiki, was one of the best things to happen to the prince. In the beginning, he would give Eichi private performances when he was ill, or he would perform for the full Tenshouin family, and that was all. But somehow, Eichi became enamored with this jester. He filled all of their time together with personal questions- where did you come from? Who are your parents? Why do you love music so much? How are you so good at it?
Their relationship became more than just a jester and client. Eichi confided his secrets into the jester with no concern that they would be sold in the streets, and Wataru did the same, even though his secrets had no worth. Over the years, Eichi went from asking Wataru to perform, to asking her to teach him about music. Happily, Wataru obliged.
The pair’s friendship spanned over many years. At first, their interactions were limited to booked private performances… but one evening, Wataru slipped through the castle during the night just to be able to see Eichi for a few hours. This little maneuver became the pair’s routine.
It was one of the many nights Eichi sat in his room awaiting the arrival of Wataru. Some days, it would take minutes, and others hours. Eichi never minded the wait, as the reward was immense.
Like Christmas in fantasies, Eichi finally heard the sound of footsteps clicking against his roof and walls. Used to Wataru’s antics, Eichi stepped back from the hole in his wall. With anticipation, he stood and watched the window.
Swinging in from outside, a figure entered Eichi’s room through the large window carved into the stone. She came in legs first as the fabric covering her legs flared up in the wind, offering a brief glance at his tall figure. When the breeze died down, Eichi could not remove his eyes from her.
Often when Eichi and Wataru met, Wataru was adorned in his glorious multicolored uniform. But today, she was off the clock and dropping in just to visit, so his attire was far different. All Wataru wore was a flowing white blouse with long, pleated sleeves, and a long black pleated skirt to match. It was so underwhelming compared to the fabric that usually covered his frame, but Eichi appreciated it. His focus was on the beauty of Wataru’s face, and the way the simple outfit complimented her features.
“Good afternoon, dearest Prince!” he declared as his feet dropped to the floor, “I’ve come to entertain you with silly performances and beautiful songs!”
Eichi clapped, pleased with the jester’s presence.
“Oh, how nice it is to see you… you made quite the grand entrance, as always.” Eichi commended.
“It wasn’t as grand as it could have been, but thank you, nonetheless.” Wataru dusted off her skirt quickly, noticing that some dirt from the stone walls had fallen onto the fabric.
“So, what is it today?” she inquired, “violin, flute, guitar?”
Eichi shrugged, waving Wataru over with his hands.
“I don’t have any great ideas. I just want to be close to you… you have been so busy lately.”
Wataru took his seat next to Eichi on the prince’s bed, and almost magnetically, she was drawn to Eichi’s side.
“I am aware. I apologize for how little I’ve been able to visit.” Wataru sighed.
Eichi’s hand slid into his partner’s and squeezed, but he was distant in some odd way.
“I always wonder what you are up to when you’ve got different jobs…” Eichi admitted, “I wonder, if you’ve got anyone else who wishes to hold you like this.”
The statement immediately shocked Wataru. With a jolt, the jester sat up straight and his wide lavender eyes stared at Eichi.
“You think I see other people, Eichi?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“No, no, but…”
Eichi suddenly released a loud sigh, his frame slouching as he did so. He averted his gaze from Wataru.
“What if you’ve got other noblemen or women that you perform for that love you all the same? What if you being so close to me is all part of the act, and you kiss me for the pay? What if other princesses or princes want this of you, too?” Eichi inquired insecurely.
Wataru, who was quite dumbfounded by the notion, blinked, before a cheeky smile appeared on his lips.
“You… you do realize that being a jester does not make me some kind of musical harlot, correct?”
Eichi’s face flushed a bright pink and he looked away. He slapped his thin fingers to his mouth and covered up his apparent frown.
“Bah! Yes, of course I realize that! I was not trying to insinuate that you are… you…”
Rescuing him from his blunder, Wataru pressed a kiss to Eichi’s cheek and smirked. He was in no way bothered… in fact, he found Eichi wanting Wataru to be only his cute and charming in its own way.
“Do not look so humiliated, I’m only teasing you. I can assure you that you are the only person who I long for, my prince,” Wataru hummed, “and I am sure it will remain that way.”
With his cheeks still pink, Eichi suddenly became very cross. He gazed out the window with his brows furrowed.
“I wouldn’t wonder so much if I was not locked up in here, you know. It feels like I am trapped with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.” he pouted.
Firm arms snaked around Eichi’s waist as Wataru embraced him from behind.
“Would you like to take one of my costumes and escape for a night, then?” she suggested.
The idea seemed nice, but it failed to console Eichi. Where Wataru assumed Eichi wanted to briefly feel alive, Eichi actually just wanted to push away everything.
“That… would be nice, but it isn’t what I want. I’d like to leave this castle and never come back.” Eichi declared, his tone serious.
“Oh? I may be able to help with that…” Wataru hummed, detaching himself from Eichi.
The cold air against Eichi’s back when Wataru stood caused the blonde’s back to straighten uncomfortably. He watched Wataru’s steps, impatiently waiting for her to return.
“But, if I were to help, I’d need to teach you quite a few acting techniques. You see, I think I may have a little bit of a plan.” Wataru explained.
Eichi leaned forward, already captivated with Wataru’s idea. He rested his chin on his fist and nodded.
“Go on!” Eichi egged him.
“Well… pay close attention.”
For a few seconds, Wataru stood on Eichi’s carpeted floor, posed and still like a statue. Eichi was practically bug eyed staring at the performer.
“It starts on one fateful morning. The young Prince, Eichi Tenshouin, does not appear to the castle breakfast table on time.”
Eichi chuckled as Wataru mimicked Eichi’s usual posture as the prince was described in the story.
“His parents first write it off to their son being an unruly young prince. But, a few more minutes pass, and he does not show. So the royal couple sends a maid to check on him… and when she opens the door to Eichi’s bedroom, she sCREEAAAMS!”
With a shrill yelp, Wataru mimicked the noise that the fictional maiden made upon her discovery. He pressed one hand to his chest and the other to his forehead in feigned distress.
“The Prince has fallen direly ill! Doctors, priests, and even witches flock to the castle to try to cure him of his ailment. But alas… nothing works.”
Cocking a brow, Eichi wordlessly interrogated Wataru on how him becoming ill would help anything.
“That is because our dear prince’s sickness is nothing but an illusion! With both a spell, and the talent of the theater, Eichi had everyone fooled that he is deathly ill.” Wataru explained, giving away the trick.
“One evening, the royal family finds their son in his room and discovers his soul has departed… or, to their knowledge, it has. Oh, how they weep as they bury their son. If only they knew that Prince Eichi was only in a deep sleep!”
Eichi’s eyes narrowed as Wataru’s plan became more and more ludicrous.
“Late into the night, a figure steps through the cemetery. It is none other than Wataru Hibiki, Eichi’s loyal jester! She carries a shovel at his side and strides with purpose as she approaches his lover’s burial site.”
Both of Wataru’s hands were wrapped around the handle of an invisible shovel, wielding it high in the air.
“My dearest Prince, my beloved Eichi! With each swing of my shovel, with each thrust of my arms, I rescue you!”
Sheepishly, Eichi raised his hand and interrupted.
“Is the monologue… needed?” he inquired, “what if there is a family there, mourning a recent loss late into the evening? A widow and a child, perhaps? You would be disturbing them… or, it may just give you away. They may call for guards.”
Always dedicated to his role, Wataru ignored Eichi’s interruption.
“I will resurrect you from the death of your isolation! I will-“
Snickering cheekily, Eichi got an evil idea and interrupted Wataru once more.
“Mommy, what is that crazy man over there yelling about?” Eichi asked in a tone much like a child’s.
The teasing did not cause Wataru to cease his performance, but Eichi still noticed the change in the shape of Wataru’s grin. At the jokes, his expression went from a righteous one to one more amused.
“As the prince wakes from his holy sleep, he hears a knocking at the door of his coffin. Suddenly, the door flies open, and above him stands his hero, the clown!”
Wataru strutted up to Eichi and extended his hand. Without hesitation, Eichi took it and held tightly.
“The jester pulls you from the grave, and you are free.”
But instead of pulling Eichi off of his bed, Wataru simply fell on top of him, wrapping the prince in a tight embrace, and joining him in the grave
Eichi laughed as he buried his face into Wataru’s hair, but the happiness faded quickly. With a longing gaze, he stared at nothing in particular.
“If it didn’t work for Romeo and Juliet, why would it work for us?” Eichi inquired, another heavy sigh rattling his lungs.
- [ ] “Because we’re different,” Wataru said, looking at Eichi as she rested on her elbows, “I’m actually magic, for one. And you didn’t even let me tell you about the life we’d have after.”
“Which is?”
Wataru drew patterns on Eichi’s chest with his fingertips while she spoke.
“I’d get us a small cottage, somewhere rural. It will be just you and I. I’ll breed doves to keep us afloat financially.”
Nose scrunched, Eichi laughed.
“Breeding doves?! What do you know about breeding?!” he laughed, his teeth visible.
“More than you’d think! I have a whole flock, after all. I’ve got to know something.” Wataru smiled, enamored with the sight of Eichi’s laugh.
Eichi’s fingers slid through Wataru’s hair, getting pleasantly lost in the thick strands.
“I suppose you’re right..” he hummed, “but what about your music career?”
“I’ll wait a few years, cut my hair, and then begin playing music publicly again under a new name.”
Every single time Eichi had something to say, Wataru had something quick and witty to say in response. Eichi could never, ever be bored, and he loved Wataru for this.
“You would cut your hair?!” Eichi asked, picking up a long, beautiful strand between his fingers.
“Of course I would.”
“But it’s so beautiful…” Eichi frowned, “I don’t know if I’d allow it!”
By now, Wataru had scooted up to rest his face on Eichi’s shoulder. She sat up and began pressing kisses to the corners of Eichi’s mouth.
“Getting rid of this hair is worth it for the future we’d have together. Do you want to know what I envision?”
Deep down, Eichi wanted to know more than anything, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. So, he just nodded, reveling in the kisses Wataru gave him.
“Well, as I said, we’d have a rural cottage. I’ll keep my doves in the backyard, in their own separate little cottage, protected under a spell so they aren’t eaten by foxes. You and I will stay in the main cottage. It’s a tad small, but after all, there are only two of us. We’ll have a bedroom, a kitchen, and perhaps we can dedicate a room for you to drink tea and read in? Oh, and a garden in the back. I’ll cook for you, every day and night. Breakfast in bed, every day, I promise you.” Wataru explained passionately.
Eichi imagined the scene in his mind as Wataru detailed it out for him. He particularly liked the idea of the tea room, and of course, he loved the idea of the cottage being small. It would just be he and Wataru, every day, closer than before…
“Oh, and..” Wataru began again, “the bedroom window has a lovely view of our garden… so, whenever you aren’t feeling well, you have a view to keep you company! And, you’ll have your loyal jester, of course.”
For the entire story, Eichi had been running his hands through Wataru’s hair nonchalantly as he listened. The scene was perfect, truly, but it felt so unattainable…
Leaning forward, Eichi pressed a kiss to Wataru’s forehead.
“It would be perfect, darling. If only it could happen… I’d do anything for you to be mine in such a way.” Eichi sighed, another frown appearing on his face.
“Someday, I promise,” Wataru assured him, “for now, even when we’re apart, I’m still yours. I always will be.”
Inside, the jester was almost panicking. He didn’t know how to rid Eichi of that ever present expression of sorrow, and that was his job…
“I know. I just want to be close to you.” Eichi admitted.
Wataru kissed at the corner of Eichi’s mouth again. Longing for her, Eichi finally turned his head to meet her lips. Compared to Eichi’s dry lips, Wataru’s were soft and sweet, and tasted so wonderful to him.
As they continued their brief kisses, Eichi’s inexhaustible hunger for Wataru grew stronger. He held his lips to hers for milliseconds longer with each kiss, and Wataru reciprocated the contact. Eventually, the breaks between their kisses became scarce. Wataru had crept his hands onto Eichi’s neck, his thumbs cupping the blonde’s jaw. They melted into each other, tasting each other’s mouths, tongues and lips leisurely, forgetting to breathe throughout their desperation for one another.
Wataru had sat up, resting upon his knees to hover over Eichi. During a long kiss, Eichi reached down and drew his fingers up the exposed skin of Wataru’s leg. Slowly, his fingers hooked onto Wataru’s long black skirt and began pulling it up, revealing more and more soft, tan skin. A quiet gasp caught in Wataru’s throat.
“Is this okay?” Eichi asked, abruptly stopping his movements.
Wataru looked to Eichi and nodded.
“Of course it is… do what you please with me, darling…” he hummed seductively, spreading his legs more.
Part of Eichi wanted to rip into Wataru as quickly as possible and make love to her until neither of them could remember their name… but that was hasty and uncaring. It was important to Eichi to take in this moment, as he and Wataru rarely got so much time together.
Almost all of Wataru’s legs were now exposed. Beneath her black skirt, Eichi’s fingers traveled from his thighs to between her legs. Carefully, he moved his fingers beneath her panties. Wataru watched him with his eyes half lidded.
Slowly, Eichi drifted his fingers over Wataru’s entrance. Her soft, pink skin was wet to the touch, and feeling it caused the space inside Eichi’s pants to tighten. A soft whimper escaped Wataru as Eichi touched her.
They kissed once more as Eichi’s fingers travelled from Wataru’s hole to his clit. He gathered her liquid on his fingertips and rubbed gentle circles around the sensitive spot. Slowly he moved, only barely increasing his speed to toy with her.
“Mmhnngggg… Eichi…” Wataru purred into her partner’s ear.
“Does that feel good, my love?” Eichi asked as he kissed her neck, wanting to hear more of Wataru’s voice.
“Mhm…” she whimpered, “so good…”
They made out slowly while Eichi rubbed at Wataru, feeling an insatiable need to be connected to the other at all times. The pleasure Wataru felt in his clit was comfortably overstimulating, and it caused Wataru to gasp, periodically breathing warmly against Eichi’s lips. Eichi’s two fingers slid down, collecting more of Wataru’s slick, before entering his fingers inside of her. As they kissed, Eichi stretched her, running his fingers in a circular motion inside of Wataru’s entrance.
Eventually, Eichi wanted more. He knew he could make Wataru feel things he’d never felt before, and he was getting impatient.
“Scoot up.” Eichi ordered.
Guiding her, Eichi tapped Wataru’s thigh and led her to the position he had in mind. Eichi sat up, finding himself in front of Wataru’s clothed chest. He removed his hand from under Wataru’s skirt and then placed them on his hips. He looked up at Wataru before he took his lips to her chest. They made brief eye contact as Eichi began sucking on Wataru’s nipple over his shirt. His shirt was white and thin, and underneath it he had nothing on, which was contrary to the usual binding Wataru did. Eichi felt like he was being spoiled by the sight of her hard nipples making soft outlines in the fabric.
Slowly, Eichi brought his hands from Wataru’s side to his front. His pale, thin fingers slid down Wataru’s chest and stopped at where the buttoned up shirt imprisoned Wataru’s beauty. With his eyes switching from the buttons to Wataru’s face, Eichi unbuttoned the shirt. Once Wataru’s stomach was exposed, Eichi let his hands wander from the shirt to Wataru’s frame. As he scaled his hands up to Wataru’s shoulders, his palms grazed over Wataru’s hard nipples and caressed her chest.
The white shirt draped onto Wataru’s back after Eichi removed it from her shoulders. From above the waist, Wataru was now almost fully exposed, and Eichi awed the sight of her. Wataru, by now, had turned a bright shade of pink.
“How naughty you are, wanting to see me like this…” she breathed, “go on, I’m all yours..”
“I’ll do whatever brings you pleasure, my beloved Wataru.” he said, placing one hand over her ass and the other onto the side of her chest.
His lips returned to her nipples, now switching from the one he had been previously sucked. Eichi was sure to give all of Wataru’s glorious body attention, so he brought his hand to Wataru’s other chest and gently groped it. With careful ease, he held onto the large breast and almost massaged it with his palm and fingers. Tenderly, he pinched at the nipple and rubbed circles over it with his fingertips.
Wataru struggled with his hands while Eichi spoiled him with so much affection. In a burst of pleasure, Wataru placed her hands over Eichi’s shoulders, and then to his hair. While Eichi sucked, Wataru played with his hair and moaned.
Eichi showered Wataru’s bare chest in love. Every time he pulled away to breathe, he’d press his lips all over Wataru’s breasts and nipples in a shower of kisses.
Looking away to catch his breath, Eichi removed the hand that was grabbing Wataru’s asscheek under her skirt and replaced it to his chest. Making eye contact with her, he groped both breasts at an unhurried pace.
“Are you enjoying this, my Wataru?” he asked, making sure the consent still remained.
“Yes, yes I am…” Wataru moaned, still with his hands entwined in Eichi’s hair, “you like playing with me like this, don’t you? Do you like exploring my body, Eichi? Do you like looking at me exposed? It’s all yours, it’s no one else’s…”
Once again, the space in Eichi’s pants tightened and he felt the heat rush to his cock. He’d never heard Wataru speak in such a way, and the tone of her voice made an odd feeling of warmth flow to his lower abdomen.
“I do, I love seeing you so beautifully, so exposed…” Eichi nodded, “I’ll prove it, my love, scoot up again.”
Wataru did as he was commanded, following the gentle push of Eichi’s hands. She had not expected for her partner to lead her into hovering over his face, her thighs pressed comfortably against his neck.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Will you be able to handle it?” Wataru asked, still horny, but as always concerned for his prince.
“Yes, I will.” Eichi nodded, desperate for a taste of Wataru’s pussy.
“Just tap me when you need to breathe…”
“I will, I promise.” Eichi reassured him while he reached up, tugging at Wataru’s panties. Earlier, when Eichi had fingered Wataru, he’d been curious of their color- and now he knew the panties were white, with a pretty lace sewn onto the hem.
The beauty of the panties reminded Eichi of Wataru’s own beauty. So, he was careful as he slid it down to her knees, even though he just wanted to rip the clothing off and have Wataru all to himself.
With Wataru prepared, Eichi brought his mouth to her core and opened her. A shrill, elated gasp erupted from Wataru. She pressed her hand to the bed frame to stay balanced, and put the other in Eichi’s hair.
Eichi immediately became lost in the taste of the jester. His tongue pushed at the border of her hole, soaking in all of her slickness and savoring the taste. As his tongue barely stretched the entrance that was soon to be rampantly penetrated, Wataru let out moans and gasps. Every time these moans got too loud, Eichi gripped Wataru’s thigh tightly, reminding her to quiet down.
“You taste so sweet, my dear…”
Now forgetting about keeping a slow pace, Eichi’s mouth moved along Wataru’s pussy, traveling up to his clit once again. He paid extra attention to Wataru’s center of pleasure, kissing at it and drenching it in his own spit and Wataru’s never ending wetness. He sucked the pink skin now with a hungrier pressure, testing how much rough attention his jester could take on such a gorgeous, delicate piece of her body. A light tremor had come over Wataru as Eichi went down more and more on the center of her pleasure. From her throat, Wataru emitted quiet and repetitive whimpers.
Quickly becoming concerned, as he hadn’t heard these noises before, Eichi pulled away.
“Are you alright, honey? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, idly swiping his hands over her thighs.
“No, no, you’re not…” Wataru whined, a newer, pathetic tone in her voice, “not at all, it… it feels so good… can you please start again? Please, please go back to eating me…”
Eichi was shocked. He’d never heard Wataru beg so pathetically for him, and it made that heat inside of him burn hotter and hotter. In this moment, he truly had the jester all to himself.
“You want me to go back, hmm?” he inquired, teasing her.
“Yes!!! Yes, I want you to go back…” Wataru exclaimed, removing one of her hands from Eichi’s hair and taking it to her own pussy.
Before Wataru could have the pleasure of touching himself, Eichi grabbed Wataru’s hand and pressed kisses to her knuckles. He smiled against Wataru’s soft skin.
“Prove it, my beloved jester, show me how good it feels, show me how much you want it?” Eichi asked in a sweet but taunting tone.
“Please, my prince, my Eichi, please! It feels so good, please, no one could eat me like you do, I need you to…”
Eichi ended Wataru’s misery and returned his mouth to her opened pussy. While he did this, he allowed Wataru’s fingers to entwine in his. Traveling from Wataru’s clit to her hole, he repeatedly pressed his tongue into her, preparing Wataru for what was to come.
He then removed himself from Wataru’s core, carefully pushing her thighs off of his neck. Now used to how Eichi ordered him, Wataru scooted down and hovered over Eichi’s stomach, knees rested on the mattress and against Eichi’s side.
Now, Eichi could gaze at Wataru with nothing obstructing his view. Her face was as red as cherries, and the same was true about her chest and shoulders. All that was left to reveal was that perfect pussy, still covered by the black skirt.
“Eichi…” he whined, his hands covering her lower face, a finger clenched between her teeth, “Eichi, I’m so empty, I need you to fill me.”
Eichi couldn’t take it anymore. He’d prepared Wataru for him well enough, and now that tight, wet pussy was all his.
“Go on then, my beautiful boy, you’re on top.” Eichi nodded, glancing down at his pants.
With shaking fingers, Wataru unzipped Eichi’s pants and drew down the undergarments below. She released Eichi’s hard cock, and flushed even redder at the sight of it.
He folded up his skirt at the sides, preparing to take Eichi inside himself.
“No, no…” Eichi shook his head, “I want that off, I want to see that pretty pussy of yours as you work.”
Eichi’s thumbs hooked onto the elastic of Wataru’s skirt waist. Eyes misted over and horny, Wataru nodded, allowing Eichi to pull the dress under his thighs and knees. The skirt fell from his calves to his ankles before Wataru adjusted his legs, allowing the skirt to sit, unused, on the bed.
Now, Wataru sat on top of Eichi, vulnerable and exposed. His long legs, with light blue hair, were bare and free for Eichi to look upon- the same was true of the junction of her thighs. All Wataru had on now was the white shirt, which only covered a portion of his arms and a sliver of his back.
Wataru reached down as his shaky hands began to unbutton Eichi’s shirt.
“Oh? What’s this?” Eichi asked, not expecting the gesture.
“I want to see your pretty, gorgeous body, as well…” Wataru purred, “your chest is so red… you want me just as bad as I want you, do you not?”
“Of course I do,” Eichi replied with no hesitation, “I want you, I want you so badly, Wataru.”
Eichi basked in the sight of Wataru undressing him. He wished he could freeze the moment, and order the finest painter in the country to paint it- paint every pink tone in Wataru’s bold cheeks and lips, every lavender tone in his eyes, and paint the silver blue his long, curled lashes. Overcome with emotion, he realized for the millionth time that day how much he loved Wataru, and he had to tell her.
“My Wataru, my Wataru,” he breathed, “I love you more than anything, you know? You feel so good, you…”
The prince, who had a poor habit of talking far too much, found himself lost for words. His feelings were too strong to be articulated- but when Wataru met his gaze, he knew she felt the same.
“I love you as well, my prince… I will be yours forever…”
Caressing Eichi’s chest and collarbones, Wataru dipped to kiss Eichi’s lips softly and lovingly. Between kisses, he looked to Eichi with a seductive and content smile.
“Are you ready?” Wataru hummed, pressing a kiss to Eichi’s forehead.
“Whenever you are, darling… take whatever pace makes you feel good, and I’ll tell you if it hurts or I need you to stop…” Eichi nodded, brushing his fingertips against her cheekbones.
Wataru was shaking with nervousness, but he still was anticipating the feeling of Eichi inside of him excitedly. His hands remained flat against Eichi’s shoulders as he finally lowered onto Eichi’s hard member. As the tip entered her tight hole, a pleasant shudder came upon Wataru’s body.
Eichi was not void of pleasure, either. He sighed as he felt Wataru lowering onto him and grabbed at her waist.
“Mmmmm…”
Wataru moaned as her pussy enveloped more and more of Eichi’s long cock. Eventually, she reached the base and released a long gasp of pleasure. Eichi’s tip was pressing at the back of her walls, pushing the sweet spot that had been throbbing emptily ever since Eichi had begun playing with her body.
“You’re so long, you’re so thick, you feel so good…” Wataru breathed.
Eichi fidgeted, leaning up to look at Wataru as he rested on his elbows. He had a horny smile across his face, endlessly pleasured by Wataru. The heat in his cock was finally met by the warmth of Wataru’s hole, and relief took over him.
“You feel so good too, baby,” Eichi sighed, enjoying the way Wataru took his own pace and used Eichi, “keep going like that, like that…”
Needing something to grasp at, Wataru’s hands fidgeted aimlessly before Eichi’s hands grabbed them. The couple entwined their fingers in each hand and tenderly held each other as they made love, sending tight squeezes through each other’s hands.
“Keep going, baby, keep riding me… you take my cock so well, Wataru.” Eichi praised him.
“Uh-huh, Eichi… uh-huh…”
The sweet melody of Wataru’s repeated moans rang in Eichi’s ears. He raised his chin, looking at Wataru with a pleasant gaze. Surely, he knew better than to make Wataru moan louder- they were in the castle, after all… but Eichi couldn’t help it. Deep inside of him, he longed to hear the soft noises he made.
“Louder, my love, louder…” Eichi asked, barely moving his hips to add some extra motion to Wataru’s fucking.
His jester didn’t hesitate to do exactly as he asked. It was a new musical order, and Wataru never failed to do just as Eichi told her to. The moans came quickly, loudly, and effeminately.
“Ahh… Ahh… Ahh!!” she whined amorously, gripping Eichi’s hands so tightly that his skin began to flush white.
The couple continued in this manner for some time, moaning and sometimes screaming each other’s names as they fucked. Their love was romantic and repetitive, and they exchanged wet and sloppy kisses in between their thrusts.
“I’m close…” Wataru hummed, “I’m so close…”
Eichi nodded as he adjusted to close the gap between he and Wataru. The blue haired jester sat on his lap, still riding him, and clung to his back as Eichi came near to her. Full of romantic passion, they pressed their foreheads together.
“I’m close too, my love, my Wataru…” he growled amorously, “keep going, let’s finish together…”
Wataru moved quicker and quicker as the heat from all the motion collected on her skin. Each of them were warm to the touch, and they reveled in the aura of one other. The velocity of Eichi’s thrusts meeting Wataru’s riding grew and grew until it reached it’s glorious peak. Eichi wrapped his arms around Wataru’s sides, clinging to her, and she the same to him.
The jester trembled delightfully and let out her final moan, long and overjoyed. Eichi froze up and clung to her as his seed released and sprayed into Wataru’s hole. As they’d hoped, they both reached their climax together, orgasms riding through their bodies rapidly. They panted and they whispered each other’s names in the immediate aftermath, allowing their bodies to calm down after such excitement.
Eichi brought his hands up to Wataru’s hair and idly toyed with it, running the strands through his fingers. As Eichi did this, Wataru drummed his fingertips against Eichi’s exposed chest. They both kissed each other, quietly, briefly and softly as they wound down.
“Let me clean you up.” Wataru whispered before standing up, ending the connection he and Eichi had at the junction between their legs.
Immediately, the blonde noticed just how shaky Wataru’s legs were and worried he’d gone too hard. Wataru poked around the room until he found a suitable cloth and then returned to Eichi’s side. Carefully, he dabbed at the mess that had escaped him, paying close attention to not mess up Eichi’s clothing. Eichi, who had exerted all his energy in his exchange rested on her as she did this. Despite his exhaustion, Eichi took the towel from Wataru when he was finished and took care of her in the same way.
“You’re quite the mess, hm?” he inquired as he gently ran the cloth over her, “you are bare, as well. Let me dress you.”
Wataru nodded, looking around the large bed for her skirt. Eichi, who was slightly less shaky than her, found it first and offered it to her. He then used his thin fingers to button up her shirt.
“Careful,” Wataru hummed as Eichi’s hands grazed against his unbound chest, “I’m still sensitive- I may have to do this all again.”
Eichi looked up, his blue eyes meeting hers.
“Ah- so, you enjoyed it, correct?” Eichi asked, still feeling a little insecure despite how he’d pleasured Wataru.
“Of course I did,” Wataru nodded, grazing his fingertips against Eichi’s cheek, “but next time, you need to let me pay attention to you more. You spoiled me.”
“I didn’t mind. I enjoyed it that way,” the blonde admitted, “but I’d like to try other things, too. I just like being close to you.”
The pair rested against each other, both completely relaxed after all of the physical exertion.
“I like being close to you as well, my prince.”