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Simon wakes up feeling something on top of him. He can hear someone’s breath just near his ear.
It’s Wilhelm, his husband, Simon doesn’t need to turn around to recognize that. He knows his smell, even though he just met him two weeks ago.
This is not Simon’s duvet, not his room, and when he try to shrug off whatever is around his shoulder—which is Wilhelm’s arm—he senses a pain in his abdomen.
He finds that he’s completely naked, as soon as he push Wilhelm’s arm away, he uses the duvet to cover his body. And when Wilhelm is waken by his movement and turn around, he notices that Wilhelm is also naked.
Simon quickly wraps the duvet tighter around himself and gets off the bed, leaving Wilhelm exposed on the empty bed.
"Hey…good morning." Wilhelm greets, his voice heavy with sleep.
"What happened…" Simon sounds shakier than he expects.
Wilhelm’s eyes snap open, taking in their surroundings. Despite being naked, all he cares about is the fear and shock in Simon's eyes. "You came into my room last night and… Are you regretting it?"
"What? Regretting what?" Simon desperately bends down to rummage through the pile of clothes on the floor, "Where are my clothes??"
"You…uh…you came in my room without any clothes last night…" Wilhelm answers carefully.
Simon stills, glances through Wilhelm's body quickly, trying not to stare at his dick for too long. Bits and pieces of memory start coming back to him, and he rushes into his room, ignoring Wilhelm calling after him.
...
Wilhelm has always been skeptical about arranged marriages, but when he first laid eyes on Simon, he knew that’s it. Simon is the most beautiful human being he had ever seen. And he was the only one that was tied up before sending into the palace for him to select. He loosened the chain around Simon and apologized for at least ten times. He promised Simon he will never ask him to do things he doesn’t want to do on their wedding night. Simon's eyes had softened a lot than when he first entered the palace but he climbed off Wilhelm’s bed and locked himself in his own room as soon as Wilhelm assured him they didn’t need to do anything that night.
Wilhelm spent half the night sitting by the door that connected their rooms, thinking of all the things he could do to make Simon happy and wishing Simon would come to him that night. Eventually he fell asleep on the floor and only saw Simon at breakfast.
Wilhelm poured his heart into making Simon feel happy and comfortable in the palace. No one taught him how to love someone so he acted awkwardly yet sincerely. More and more smiles appeared on Simon's face so Wilhelm was convinced that he did a good job. So it wasn’t a complete surprise when Simon entered his room last night.
He was working at his desk when the door between his and Simon’s room creaked open. Simon never used this door, he always knocked at the front door of Wilhelm's room and met him more officially.
Wilhelm turned to see Simon walking into his room with no clothes on. Simon went straight to his bed and collapsed onto it. He spread his legs wide open, hands moving in his lower body, and mumbling something.
Wilhelm couldn’t believe what’s happening in front of him. The most intimate thing Simon had ever done to him was a kiss on the cheek. Of course Wilhelm wanted to do every dirty things that one could imagine to Simon at the first sight. But he’s willing to wait, wait until Simon gave him permission.
"Wille…I want you…I need you…" Simon groaned louder. Wilhelm walked closer to him, and saw his slim fingers inside his hole, dragging some sticky liquid in and out.
How could Wilhelm say no to this filthy scene? He sat down on the bed, taking the lube on the night stand with him, covering his fingers with it. He grabbed Simon by his wrist and pulled his fingers out of his body. Simon’s face was burning in desire, he cries to Wilhelm, "I need you inside me…"
Wilhelm’s head was completely overpowered by lust, he slid his two fingers in Simon. His fingers were much stronger and thicker than Simon’s own. Simon clenched himself around Wilhelm’s fingers. Despite feeling the sting and uncomfortable, Simon was trying to fuck himself on Wilhelm’s fingers, arching his back and screwing his eyes shut. Not long after, Simon came, with Wilhelm still entering and drawing out his body, fucking him through the orgasm.
While Simon was still gasping for air and unconscious because of the climax, Wilhelm stared at the white droplets on his body raising up and down with each breath and had an idea. He bent down and licked off every drop of it, together with the thin layer of sweat on Simon’s body. The tip of his tongue touched the smooth and wet skin without wasting a single drop. But it was not enough, he went all the way up and stopped at the tight and plump chest, biting it hard. Simon let out a very loud moan, which was regarded as a signal of satisfaction by Wilhelm. He dug his nails deep in Simon’s skins to hold him steady, and continued to ravage Simon’s upper body, sucking his nipples to red, making his chest covered with looming tooth marks, and his abdomen became more shiny because of saliva and sweat.
Wilhelm sat up and admired his own work. Only he could see Simon at his mercy like this. Simon was his. He knew the rule that the selected concubine sent to the palace must meet all the needs of the Crown Prince, he knew it since he was a kid. And Simon also said it in his wedding vow that he would always belong to Wilhelm, from head to toe, from inside to outside...
When Simon finally came back to his sense, he felt something hard rubbing against his entrance. Looking down, he noticed that Wilhelm’s pants were already down to his knees. Wilhelm squeezed into Simon’s still moist and warm hole. Although Simon was well-prepared, his petite body had never received such a huge object before. He felt thick pressure stretching his hole, so he struggled to push against Wilhelm’s chest. But Wilhelm’s upper body didn’t move a bit, while he went in a few inches further inside Simon. "No! Wille...it's too big...I can't take it!" yelled Simon.
Wilhelm freed one of his hands and grabbed both of Simon’s wrists, easily lifting them above his head and pinning them firmly in the mattress, "You said you want me. You can take it babe, you are made for me." Wilhelm’s shift of position made him bury completely inside Simon. Simon tried to move himself and released the pain in his ass a bit, but Wilhelm’s strong body fully engulfed him, making it impossible to move, he had to take whatever Wilhelm gave him.
Before Simon could get used to Wilhelm’s size, Wilhelm started to thrust violently and speed up with every thrust, pulling almost the whole way out and then pumping in roughly again, rocking the bed with a cracking sound. Pain and pleasure spread through Simon’s body at the same time, his own cock also got hard in front of him, precum spilling.
But Wilhelm was not satisfied yet. He’s determined to fuck Simon thoroughly. He pulled out abruptly, sending a wave of relief and emptiness through Simon all at once as he was rolled over. The large hand that had been gripping Simon’s hands now moved to his curls and pressed his head in the bed. Wilhelm used his other hand to dig in Simon’s hip, making him raise his ass to show his perfectly fucked hole. Despite being exhausted with trembling legs, Simon did what Wilhelm wanted, terrified yet anticipating. Wilhelm pushed back in, with less resistance this time. The change of angle made every stoke go so deep and so hard on Simon’s most sensitive spot, like a fire burning through his body.
"Mine. you are mine." Wilhelm said as he filled inside Simon.
Throughout the night, Wilhelm held Simon in his arms, a little worried that he might had been too rough on Simon earlier, but Simon reached for Wilhelm’s cock several times in the middle of the night, or rubbed his body against Wilhelm's. The question of why Simon was suddenly so clingy to him after two weeks of sleeping in separate beds existed in Wilhelm's mind for maybe two seconds, and then was immediately fueled by his desire to satisfy Simon's weakened, but still thirsty body over and over again.
...
Simon slams the door behind him. His bed is a total mess, sheet crumples with stain on it, clothes all over the floor and a bottle of lube half-opened on his drawer. He picks up his clothes slowly and automatically, sits on the edge of the bed and loosen the duvet he brought from Wilhelm's bed. The duvet smells like Wilhelm and he angrily throws it on the floor, that’s when he saw all the red marks all over his torso, his chest, wrist, waist, arms, legs…all covers in scratches or bite marks.
Wilhelm promised him, he looked straight into his eyes and told him firmly that he would never hurt him or force him. But here Simon is, covered with Wilhelm's marks and suffering from aching ass and shaking legs. Simon quickly dresses up so he doesn’t need to look at his own body. Wilhelm possessed him but he wasn’t and will never be anyone’s possession.
He crawls to the corner of his room, sit on the floor and squeeze himself between the walls, it’s the darkest place in his room that makes him feel less exposed.
He never wants to a part of the palace. He fought really hard to resist being taken here but fail. However, Wilhelm impressed him, he was so kind and gentle, and Simon has to admit that there were several nights he hesitated in front of the door to Wilhelm’s room. His mind told him everything in this palace is fake and evil, but his body was aching for Wilhelm.
He can’t remember what brought him to Wilhelm’s room last night, but he feels so used, broken and ashamed. He is so alone in the huge castle and the only part that belong to himself before—his body—was conquered. Thinking of this, he can’t control his tear and starts shaking.
...
None of the staff saw Simon this morning, and Wilhelm starts to worry. Simon seemed really hate this castle but he has never missed a meal, especially after Wilhelm hiring a Venezuelan chef.
Wilhelm picks some of Simon’s favorite food and knocks at his door, but no one answers. Wilhelm hesitates for a while but still opens the door himself. He can’t find Simon at first, only noticing the mess on the bed. He puts the dishes on a table, that’s when he sees Simon sitting on the floor in the dark. He seems so tiny, vulnerable and he’s shaking. Wilhelm’s heart breaks into hundreds of pieces after seeing this image. He reaches Simon and tries to pull him into a hug,"Hey… I brought you breakfast."
Simon moves his head away from Wilhelm and murmurs, "Go away."
Wilhelm sees tears on Simon's face and freaks out, "I’m sorry babe. I didn’t…I shouldn’t…I thought you wanted it last night…" he tries to wipe the tears from Simon's face but Simon pats at his hand really hard," Don’t touch me, just leave me alone."
"I thought you liked it…you came like…more than three times last night… if you don’t like it this rough, I will be gentle next time."
Simon suddenly stops sobbing and his face turns red, "There will be no next time! I don’t know what happened last night but all I feel right now is that you hurt me. Every muscle is in pain and it feels like you are still inside me and the pain reaches my stomach." The sadness in Simon's voice turns into anger, "Now just get out, Wilhelm."
Wilhelm wants to ignore his words and just pin him to the floor, get inside him again and fuck him so hard that he admits he actually want this. But he can’t risk being hated by Simon, he just leaves the room quietly.
...
Wilhelm listens to him and leaves him alone for the rest of the day, only sending servants to bring food to Simon but Simon’s belly is full all day(full of Wilhelm’s…).
When it’s late at night and Simon has spent one hour in the bath trying to wash away those blurry memories and sense of shame, he feels empty, he misses Wilhelm.
He unbuttons his pajamas and moves his hands all over his upper body. He remembers Wilhelm’s strong hands grabbing his waist and the marks he left still hurt. His nipples are already hard, he tries to play with them but his fingers are too small and thin and it feels nothing like Wilhelm’s rough touch.
He’s squirming and flipping all over his bed, a fire of desire bursting inside his body. He takes a look at the door to Wilhelm’s bedroom, the thought of what he can get behind that door almost makes him scream.
He tries, he tries to think of how Wilhelm shoved every inch inside him, mated like a beast and made the bed cracking. This should make Simon feel angry about Wilhelm using him like that, angry about him ignoring his scream and unawareness. But instead Simon only feels lust, he wants Wilhelm to take him all over again.
He picks the duvet he took from Wilhelm’s bed, covers it over his head, trying to suffocate himself in the smell of Wilhelm. He quickly gets rid of his pants and wrap the duvet around his already hardened dick. Smelling the duvet feels like being surrounded by Wilhelm, but he still feels empty and reaches out for the lube on his drawer.
Simon can’t take it anymore, only Wilhelm can give him what he wants. He fumbles down the bed and reaches for the door handle. Wilhelm is in bed and the lights were dimmed in his room. Neglecting half of his chest is exposed and Wille might be asleep, Simon climbs on his bed and yells desperately"Wille! WilleWille…"
Of course Wilhelm is not asleep, how can he fall asleep so easily when he hasn’t saw Simon for almost a day and knew that he has hurt him. "Simon…what are you doing here? Is everything okay?"
"No it’s not." Simon grabs the hem of Wilhelm’s pants," I need you..."
Wilhelm inhales deeply and his lower body is already reacting. Simon uses one hand to hold Wilhelm’s dick, and the other one leads his hand to his ass. Wilhelm thinks he can just come at this moment, feeling the damp on Simon’s pants, he had prepared himself before climbing on his bed, again.
Wilhelm wishes he could just throw Simon on the bed and go all the way in. But this morning’s scene comes to his mind, the fragile Simon crying in the corner of the room telling him to go away. Simon’s tears do something to him on the bed but those tears this morning is the last thing he wants to see. He pulls Simon’s hand out of his pants and holds his two wrists in one hand, he’s always surprised to see how good they fit in each other, Simon’s thin wrists in his big hand, the red mark from last night is still visible, Wilhelm wants to lick it and then leaves new mark on it.
“Simon, wait…I need to tell you something.” Wilhelm uses up every self-control in him to stop what was going on. Simon kneels next to him on the bed, breathing rapidly, face red and eyes wet. He looks disappointed, those big brown eyes shouts “Why don’t you want this, did I do something wrong?”
“It was my mom, she drugged you.” Wilhelm goes straight to the point, he doesn’t know how long he can control himself in front of Simon like this.
“What?” Simon frowned.
“She somehow knew we don’t share a bed since wedding night and she’s worrying about heirs.”
“You want to talk about your mother when my hand is around your dick?”
Wilhelm stutters, “I meant…you really freaked me out this morning, you have every right to regret last night and hate me because you wasn’t yourself, the drug was controlling you. I said I won’t force you to do anything, and I meant it.”
"Wille, I want this, I want this so bad. I did regret it a bit this morning but all I can think about right now is the multiple orgasms you gave me. I don’t remember much about last night but I’m certain that I want more. And this time I’m going to remember every second of it. Now let me get your dick out of your pants and put it where it belongs."
Wilhelm lets go of Simon’s hand and lies back on the bed. Simon lets out a sharp breath when he sees Wilhelm’s dick. He knows it’s big but he doesn’t remember it this HUGE. he eagerly takes off all his clothes and lines up his entrance to the huge stuff in front of him.
"No… it’s too big… Wille…" Simon stops before putting half of Wilhelm in him. And Wilhelm quickly comes back to reality as soon as he heard Simon said "no". He grabs Simon at his waist and lifts him up, Simon gasps at the sudden emptiness, "Then don’t… I don’t want you to hurt yourself."
"I can take it. I can. I took it last night. You just need to open me up more, it’s really difficult for me to do it myself." Simon tries to resist Wilhelm and get back on his dick.
"Sure. Uh… but we used up all the lube last night… I need to…"
"No don’t leave." Simon reaches out for Wilhelm’s hand before he can finish the sentence, and he wraps his lips around Wilhelm’s index and middle finger.
"Oh god Simme…" Wilhelm moans at the warmth around his fingers.
Wilhelm can make Simon see stars only by using his fingers. Simon is straddling Wilhelm’s legs and leaning over him now, moving his hips to match the thrusts of Wilhelm’s fingers, his nipples grinding hard against Wilhelm’s chest. Simon reaches for Wilhelm’s dick, suggesting he’s ready now. He supports himself up by holding on to Wilhelm’s arm, eager to take what Wilhelm is offering him.
Wilhelm gets what Simon means immediately, pulling his fingers out and taking Simon’s slim waist with both of his hands. He lifts Simon up to his royal dick covered with precum. Simon’s gasps get louder and louder as Wilhelm reaches in. "You took it all at once last night, you know." Wilhelm teased.
Simon gladly takes the challenge and sits down hard, burying Wilhelm all the way in. They let out a loud moan together. Simon’s insides tighten around Wilhelm, he tries to start moving but he’s legs are shaking. "Wille…help me…" he lets out a few words through his clenched teeth. Wilhelm squeezes his waist--the red marks from last night haven't faded and new prints are already appearing--and he lifted him up, leaving only the tip of his dick in Simon's warm hole, and then pins him back down on his cock again, while pushing his waist up to meet him in the center, making obscene slapping noises of flesh.
Simon is lifted and lowered like a toy around Wilhelm’s dick. Just when he thinks this can’t get any better, Wilhelm rolls him over, pinning him on the bed, giving him a few more deeper thrusts.
"I’m gonna come. Can I come inside you?" Wilhelm asks.
Simon mutters a few yesyes, please in between moans. But Wilhelm grabs his chin and yanks his face towards his own, "I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me what you want. I won’t do anything you don’t want."
Simon struggles to open his eyes. A drop of tear he doesn’t realize runs down his cheek, he shutters, " I want you to fuck me till I can’t answer you and fill me up with all you can give."
Wilhelm continues to rampage in his body. He kisses the tears away from Simon’s cheek, nibbling lightly on his ear and neck, with one hand groping the red, swollen thing on Simon’s chest and twisting it.
With Wilhelm gasping in his ears, thrilling pain on his nipple, rubbing his dick between their bodies and his rear feeling Wilhelm’s ravages, Simon forgets all about his disgust for the royal family and his shame at his desire for Wilhelm. He now feels nothing but regret for why he hasn't done this sooner, and he even wants to thank the Queen for the drug she gave him to make him to come to the one thing he wanted, the man in front of him, the man who can fulfill all his needs .
They climaxes at the same time, Simon cumming all over both of their bodies and Wilhelm filling Simon's hole as Simon hurriedly lifted his legs up high. "What's wrong?" Wilhelm asked.
"Don't want you to leak out. I thought you wanted a heir.”