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Kazuha stares at himself in the mirror, the red and orange uchikake covering most of his body. The weight falling on his back feels a bit overwhelming, as well as the makeup he has on, but it was one of the most beautiful nights of his life.
With two of his fingers, he runs the gold ring around his left finger, feeling it as if the day that has just passed by was too good to be true. The red and white beaded bracelet hanging on his wrist felt as magical as the ring on his finger, both a symbol of union and a gift brought to him by Tomo himself.
Since he was little, he saw adults holding no power against forced marriages, in order to protect clans and keep their dignity going. As a noble himself, Kazuha knew that this, too, would be his destiny (had his father chosen his own appearances over his own child), and so the short male set on the idea that he should honor his ancestors and do what’s right for them.
Yet, just a few months before his father, Kageharu, passed away, he met Tomo.
Living such a different life compared to his, Tomo was a rough ronin who had the eyes of those who have seen too much in their lives. His muscles and skin line scars which tell stories Kazuha wouldn’t even imagine hearing about. He had such a different idea of life before meeting Tomo, he would never know that being with this samurai meant learning about the word freedom for the first time.
So drowned in his own clan’s misery and his father’s illness, his mind not having a single second of rest. Tomo was like a breeze in the hot summer, the warmth of a wildfire amidst a brutal winter. He was the sun itself, shining bright on Kazuha’s skin every time their hands or lips touched. Tomo was a pleasant surprise to Kazuha’s monotonous life, when all he could think about was saving his clan and anticipating the worst for his father. Tomo would invade his thoughts and his personal space (willingly) and, just like that, his scent of musk and wet grass could ease any pain Kazuha would feel.
And springs passed, and so did summers, and autumns, and winters. Soon, it was spring again, but it was a different one, this time. The short male had to say goodbye to his father, who always warned him of chasing what was best for himself. In his last moments all he could talk about was how he wanted Kazuha to be free and not end up like him.
“If possible, run as far away as you can.”
“Why? Why do you want me to run away from you so badly? I want to be with you. I want to help you.”
“Kazuha.” There was a pause in his father’s weak voice, his tone as low as he could be to not cause further distress to his child, yet firm all the same, as if Kazuha was still a teenager needing guidance.”I will forever regret not showing the world to you. You will not regret the choice you made after you’ve chosen. Please trust me.”
His father grabs Kazuha’s hands with his own, so desperate to make Kazuha see the other side of things that he couldn’t care less about how weak he feels.
“Donate everything we have. Run as fast and as far as you can. Don’t let other nobles have eyes on you. You matter more than our clan’s appearances.” Kageharu coughs a bit, which leaves a worried expression in Kazuha’s eyes. “Take that ronin with you. I can see in your eyes, son, how deeply you care about him, and I see how much he adores you. Don’t let go of him over people who would toss you out at any instance.”
His other hand, always so gentle, pulls a strand of Kazuha’s hair behind his ear.
“You’re just like your mother. You choose what’s best for others, but not for yourself. She chose to have you no matter what would happen to her. Don’t be like her, don’t be like me. You’ll make me the proudest I’ve ever been if you do not follow my steps and choose to be free.”
“Father, I followed your advice, and today I got married. I hope you’re proud of me, wherever you are.” Kazuha mutters in an exhausted sigh, and tears start steaming down his cheeks. He doesn’t regret anything, he just wished he could tell his father about his decision of running away with his now husband. Alas, by the time he made that decision, his father had already become a soul to support and comfort him through his journey as a samurai.
The lights of the bathroom are dim, and he knows the ones in his motel room are just as dim, if not completely dark already. He had told Tomo, around two hours ago, that he was going to take a shower and get in bed with him to sleep, yet he hasn’t even done as much as taken his clothes off. He knows they’ll have to check out early in the morning, a bag of mora gently prepared for the owners of the motel to take as soon as they leave, along with a few tips for the kind workers. By now Tomo has fallen asleep, and Tama is probably playing with the owners over some tuna right now (they don’t usually let her out at night, but considering they were a newlywed couple, the owners took immense pleasure in caring for her).
He unlocks the door to the bathroom and is surprised to find Tomo awake, sitting by their arranged futon, with only a few candles lighting up the room. The window was open and the curtains were flowing with the wind. A literal scene of an old romance book he read during his teenage years, and he can’t believe he’s living it now.
Yet, when Tomo’s gaze turns to him, he sees those violet eyes turning into a worried frown, and he is just hit with the realization that he teared up, and when tears run down his cheeks, his eyes get puffy and his nose gets a particular pink shade. His husband knows this, and Kazuha can only watch as his massive frame gets up from the bed and walks up to him, his expressions getting more worried the closer he walks up to him.
“Were you crying?” He hears Tomo’s low voice echo in their chamber, and the silence of their room even makes Tomo’s heart more audible to the short male. “You haven’t even showered yet. Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Kazuha could’ve never imagined that this would be his life, having someone love him this much despite still worrying over Tomo’s own worry. It lights up his heart with joy all the same, but his hands do a waving gesture as if Kazuha’s excusing himself. “Ah, no, dear, it’s alright, I was just emotional, that’s all-”
He is interrupted as a pair of strong arms wrap around him, finding Tomo’s tight hug so soothing it could put him at ease no matter how distressed he was. Kazuha sighs in relief, and he reciprocates the hug. “I just… I just can’t believe this is my life now. That this truly happened. That we got married.”
“It feels like a dream, right?” He hears Tomo’s chuckle rumble on his chest, the short male’s cheek pressed against it, and the soft sound of his giggle makes Kazuha smile.
“Yes, it does. I just hope I can be a good wife.”
“You already are.” Tomo looks down at him and Kazuha can’t help but maintain eye contact, gaze lost in those stormy eyes. “Ever since the moment I first kissed you. I knew I wanted to make you my wife ever since the first I love you, y’know?”
Tomo chuckles again. “I have to be the one to step up and be the best husband possible.”
“Don’t say that. You already are.”
“Then hold the same standard for yourself, my dear.”
His steps are now guided by Tomo’s as they step into the bathroom. Without even realizing the tall male made a move in the first place, their lips meet, soft and sweet like the tint that stains Tomo’s lips as their teeth clash and the blonde’s tongue dances with Kazuha’s. That kiss quickly gets messier, with them only separating their lips once they are running out of breath, saliva snapping from their bottom lips as they pant for each other’s oxygen.
Suddenly, as if Kazuha had just remembered that he still hasn’t taken a shower, he decides to undo his uchikake, untying the fabric that was keeping it still and letting that heavy clothing pool at his feet. All that’s left of him is his pretty nagajuban, completely white but almost see-through, not exposing his most sensitive parts yet not leaving much to Tomo’s imagination.
“Let’s shower together. Please. I need to see you.” Tomo’s voice echoes in his heart in a low, almost rough voice, and he quickly nods as he feels Tomo’s lips trailing down his own, to the curve of his jaw, until he finds his exposed neck. Meanwhile Tomo’s hands run down his back to grip at Kazuha’s waist, and the short male absolutely loves how easily the blonde’s hands can wrap fully around it.
Kazuha quickly loses his balance as they both step into the shower, all the while they try to undo each other's clothes. The white haired boy undoes the blonde's hakama and Tomo undoes his nagajuban at the back, between sloppy and messy kisses. When they feel the hard and cold tile floor of the shower under their feet, both Kazuha and Tomo are in their underwear already, clothes tossed to the side without sparing a second glance.
Yet, in his sober mind, Kazuha's thoughts trail to some not-so-sober ones as he feels his husband's hands on his body, running through his back, gently rubbing the short male's sides of his ribs, feeling him up, almost as if Tomo has been starved for so long and only the scent and texture of his wife's skin can satiate his hunger. The sharp roughness of the blonde's hands against soft skin gives Kazuha a near overwhelming sensation, gasping between his breath as Tomo's kisses trail down his neck.
“Tomo…”
“Should I continue?” Tomo's hands are still on Kazuha's hips as he speaks, hot breath splashing against the other’s lips. The short male nods fervently, his hands resting above Tomo's and pushing them down, finding the hem of his own panties.
“Yes, please…” Kazuha murmurs, almost inaudible as if there were more people watching them and he only wanted Tomo to hear him.
The short male closes his eyes, feeling Tomo’s lips back on his neck and trailing down a bit slower, while those rough, big hands wrap their fingers around the hem of Kazuha’s panties to pull them down with ease. That gesture in itself renders Kazuha breathless, makes his heart ache for more, as if the texture of Tomo’s skin wasn’t enough and he needed to feel him in every way possible.
Kazuha’s hands go ahead and touch his husband’s pectoral, feeling it heavy with the sudden touch (he knows Tomo is sensitive there, which makes the short male smile a bit as his lashes flutter shut). Biting his lips, allowing Tomo all the access he pleases as Kazuha tilts his head to the side, yet his blonde lover had other plans. Feeling the tall male’s lips wrap around his beaded pink nipple, Kazuha gasps with the sudden stimulation to his breast, his arms desperate to wrap around his head and invite him closer.
“Ah…! Ah…”
Even if Kazuha dared to look down, all he could see was a blonde scruffy head in his chest, milking out his moans by sucking on his chest like Tomo’s life depended on it. But the noble tilts his head upwards, his delicate frame shaking like a leaf in the grip of those ronin’s rough hands. The smaller hands grab at the blonde ponytail, though, gently brushing in a wordless praise and a plea for more of it.
Obviously, his other breast is given the same attention, while one of Tomo’s fingers plays with the other nipple, bruised by the sloppy roughness of his husband’s lips. It can rip out a moan from Kazuha’s tone, growing higher with each movement of his tongue on the short male’s skin. All the while another rough hand wraps itself around a slim thigh, allowing it to lay above Tomo’s shoulders. By the way Tomo is bending over him, Kazuha can tell he is on his knees, milking out his arousal. Even in a position like this, Tomo still looks massive in comparison, and Kazuha can’t deny how attractive it all feels as his sensitive bit gushes some arousal out of him.
Feeling it twitch between his thighs, feeling Tomo’s hands feel him up like he is starved for their touch, Kazuha can’t help but moan louder, gripping his hold on his husband’s hair while at the same time gently tugging his head down, demanding to have some attention between his thighs too. This gesture clearly doesn’t go unnoticed by Tomo, who looks up at him after bruising his nipple with vigor, and the sudden lack of touch makes Kazuha whine so loudly that he’s sure other people outside can hear him.
“So impatient…” Tomo purrs, a sheepish look on his eyes followed by his characteristic wolfish grin making Kazuha nearly moan on sight. “Good boys use their words, though. What does my pretty wife need?”
The noble feels so shameful and so shameless at the same time, yet the sight of Tomo looking up at him despite their height difference is like some landscape that makes him at a loss for words. He feels himself stuttering a bit, feels his lips tremble with need, but he is firm in his tone, as firm as he can be when he’s trembling so much and craving nothing more, nothing less than Tomo himself.
“I need to feel you, Tomo.” Kazuha gasps. “I need you. Please, touch me where I want.”
As if to further show him what he wants (or maybe to tease him even more), one of Kazuha’s hands goes down, as two fingers part his labia. The short male is so loving but also so willing, that he will do anything it takes to have his husband in him. He knows, deep in his heart, that Tomo would not hurt him, no matter how rough he can be.
And, for a few seconds, he sees it. He sees the restraint snap in Tomo’s violet gaze.
There’s so much lust and passion, Kazuha thinks as he feels Tomo pinning his wife’s back against the cold wall of the shower. He doesn’t even know how, but Tomo could make the water start running, hot steam and water splashing against their skin, while at the same time he hooks both Kazuha’s legs above his shoulders. He loves the way the blonde male can manhandle him so easily, and his heart beats faster with the knowing anticipation that this is all his, that this is what he’s going to experience for the rest of his life. This feeling of love, of protection.
No other man would ever dare to lay their hands on Kazuha when Tomo is so protective like this.
The short male wants to say so much, wants to tell him how much he has been loving him, how much he has been waiting for the day of their wedding, how nervous and happy he was to be with him forever, but he’s sure the kisses that are exchanged between them make up for it. So sloppy and wet and messy as their hair gets wet from the steamed shower and locked together, they can’t let their faces stay too far from each other. Sharing breaths and gasps, Kazuha feels two hands wrapping around his hips, yet the feeling of something thick and girthy between his thighs makes his heart beat even faster. He wants to tell him so many things, how much he needs him, but he can only do so much as gasp and whine. The noble decides to wrap his arms around Tomo's chest, even if his hands can’t feel each other due to the size difference between him and his husband.
“I love you so much, I can’t believe this day happened. I can’t believe you’re mine forever.”
“I love you t- Oooooooooh!”
Kazuha nearly screams as he feels Tomo delve in between his thighs, bottoming him out in a mere second. He doesn’t even spare a second glance at the length deep inside of him, doesn’t notice how a bulge forms and fills his lower stomach. Not when he's so entranced by the sight of his husband groaning with pleasure, knowing that he’s taking Tomo’s dick so well, that he’s doing a good job. It’s not his first time with Tomo, yet it always feels so surprising that his delicate body can handle this much.
“I’m so proud of you.” Tomo utters, his voice tone low and on the verge of a groan, and his cunt twitches around the thick cock feeling him up. “My good boy… My good wife.”
As if the feeling of Tomo deep inside of him wasn’t enough pleasure, his husband starts moving inside of him. With a heavy thrust, he pushes his hips backwards and leaves only the tip inside of Kazuha before jolting them forward again, making Kazuha's body jolt as well. The ronin is so fast and rough in mere seconds that Kazuha almost feels like he can’t take it, but the pleasure overrides any worries he might’ve had. Surely he won’t be able to walk straight after all of this, even if Tomo takes great care of him after, but the thought of being unable to walk only fills him with more lustful thoughts. In his desperate wails and cries for Tomo’s name, he realizes he doesn’t want his husband to stop feeling him up.
The hot steam from the shower water feels so good in his skin, it adds up to the amount of pleasure that he’s feeling. His body jolts upwards every time Tomo’s thrusts get rougher, and he can’t help but cry messily. Kazuha’s nails mark Tomo’s back in the same roughness as their lovemaking, and at some point the short male’s head rests on his lover’s shoulder, biting at it as Tomo hits a particularly sweet spot inside of him.
“Oh Tomo… Tomo, To- ah, Tomo, Tomo, d-don’t stop, please… ah, ah, ah! Too good, too good…”
“What a pretty boy you are.” He hears Tomo speak, even if almost muffled by his own sounds. “Making such pretty noises for me, being this tight for me. I can’t believe this is all mine for the rest of my life.”
He loves how sweet the blonde’s words can be while at the same time he thrusts so roughly inside of him. The depths of his core leak like a faucet, and Tomo’s milking it out like it’s a sticky sweet honey trap, meant to lock him forever inside of Kazuha. To further please his wife, Tomo decides to add a thumb of his to Kazuha’s clit, and the blonde can only watch as the noble’s cries get louder, almost undoing himself beneath Tomo’s grasp. Everyone that could hear him would think that Tomo was having fun with a prostitute that he bought for the night, but in his fucked out state, Kazuha can’t even care about what others think. All that he thinks about is Tomo, and how rough and sweet he is with him, and how his hand and his dick are pleasing, and how hot his husband looks with his long hair being wet, and how his groans are so fervent, and…
He can’t even spare another second of lustful thoughts before his cunt squirms Tomo’s cock inside of him, and in a loud cry, arousal splashes out of it as Kazuha’s body spasms with one of the best orgasms he’s ever had in his life. Surely just a few thrusts after is all it takes for Tomo to hold Kazuha tighter and groan loudly, and Kazuha can only moan messily when he feels thick liquid getting splashed deep into his cervix, as if he has been impregnated with their first child.
His legs can’t even keep themselves above his husband’s shoulders anymore, and if it wasn’t for the tall male Kazuha would’ve fallen on the floor already. His orgasm washes over him, his body shaking even after he stops cumming all over Tomo’s dick, even after Tomo thrusts himself out of his insides, and when he does so, Kazuha whines, feeling all the cum splurting out of his core. It was so much he couldn't even keep it inside of him.
Even in his fucked out state, even when he’s gasping for air over how breathless he feels, he still lets Tomo kiss him, lets Tomo whisper sweet I love yous and lets two arms pick him up like he’s a weak bride in need of his newlywed husband.
Kazuha left the motel on Tomo’s shoulders, his husband's haori covering him as Tama is tucked in the inner kimono. They leave the bag of mora and tips as intended, and their first stop in their honeymoon is a nearby water flow that happens to have the best bird sightings and one of the calmest landscapes for Kazuha’s senses.
The short male can barely walk, so Tomo messily tosses his own haori to the floor before sitting Kazuha on top of it. Letting Tama out to explore close to them, he undoes his kimono and sits next to Kazuha, and the noble can only do so much as admire the sharpness of Tomo's expressions.
“My dear husband…” Kazuha murmurs, and Tomo turns his head to him. “... I love you. Thank you for choosing me, even when times were rough and I didn’t know what to do.”
Tomo only leans forward, giving him a soft peck on the lips, and the taste of it lingers on the short male’s lips for a few more instants than intended. “You always knew what to do, deep down. You just needed the courage to do it. I’m very proud of you.”
Kazuha can feel the tears wanting to reach his pale lashes, so he quickly shakes his head in a failed attempt to stop them. “Thank you. I’m also very proud of you, but thankful as well. Thank you for being by my side.”
Tomo steals another kiss from him, and that’s when they decide to camp there for the night.