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No chance to plan

Married at First Meeting

Breathe. This is the most important day — moment — of your life. Back straight. Eyes up. Here you stand at the alter, about to pledge vows to the person you'll be married to for the rest of your years.

A person you've never seen until a few minutes ago. Someone you have barely heard of, only just met. What happens next? It's fine. Only one or two momentous outcomes may rest on this union.

Don't to forget to breathe. Remember, this is the most important day of your life.

HOW TO PLAY
⟢ It's what it says on the tin. Your character will marry the person they're only just now meeting and the people who tag you fit the role.
⟢ Set your top-level up in the usual fashion. Leave it blank if you'd like, but you can also wax poetic about ideas and potential hooks you've got in mind.
⟢ Folks tag in, you tag out.
⟢ Congrats! The person who tags you is your new spouse.
⟢ Wedding bells are ringing.

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We have to con some what?

[ denji looks at yoshida like he doesn't understand, and then screws up his face like he's offended. ]

What's that have to do with anything?

[ the answer: yes. denji is a virgin. ]

[ his non-answer is pretty adequate as an answer in and of itself. it occurs to yoshida that he doesn't really know how old denji is, or maybe he was really just as poorly educated as was rumored. denji's father - he can't even recall the name anymore - was said to have a son with a mistress that he kept away from public view. there were only whispers about it in the palace, and yoshida was never interested in that kind of court drama - except now he's very much involved and have to catch up on exactly what happened before the king erases his existence from history forever.

anyway, it's no surprise that denji is a virgin, age and everything besides. it's not like yoshida's all that experienced either, but this could prove extremely challenging based on what he knows of his 'bride.' ] Consummating... is what officiates a marriage.

[ tentatively, he places a hand on denji's bare ankle, his fingers curling around the thin limb. ]

It means we have to have sex, Denji.

[ sex? wait a minute. denji stares at the hand on his ankle, before he quickly draws his leg towards himself in an attempt to shake it off. his face is hot; it's not just the rims of his eyes that are red. ]

Wait, huh? Me and you?

[ officiates... he's not sure what that means either. something like official? why would they have to have sex for them to be married? they already did the ceremony, and denji has the ring; isn't that all there is to it? ]

No way!

[ his foot scurries back in shock to absolutely no surprise to yoshida. he lets his hand hang awkwardly in the air, then settles back to take a good look at denji. ]

...What exactly is the problem? [ then he starts moving closer again. ] Do you consider me inadequate?

[ inadequate? that's definitely not the problem! ]

I only like girls!

[ plus, denji doesn't even know this guy... sure, they're married, but they've barely even talked to each other. this is probably the most involved conversation they've had. there was no courtship; this is just a formality, and denji might be stupid, but he knows that well enough.

he scoots back, like yoshida might grab him again. ]

You only—? [ yoshida has to laugh for a short moment, his shoulders shaking in the process, until he's able to steady to composure again. ] Traditionalist, but you won't consummate a marriage the right way?

[ he does reach over to touch his ankle again, this time with the intention of gripping him in place if he tries to escape. ]

C'mon, Denji. It really isn't that big of a deal - it's not like I want to do this either, but rules are rules.

[ denji tries to kick him off again. he doesn't know anything about yoshida at all, other than his family name, and what he looks like. denji doesn't not appreciate being laughed at for his preferences, and it's not like he asked for this. ]

Rules are rules? How are they gonna know? Just tell them we did it!

[ not only does he not like men, but he's never had sex before at all. no way does denji want his precious first time to be like...this. ]

[ his grip tightens like vice around his ankle now, yanking denji down to meet under yoshida. he's light, yoshida realizes he can easily maneuver and overpower him. it wouldn't be an issue at all if denji wanted to fight, but he'd rather not.

with denji positioned under him, he takes him by the wrists, pinning them down on either side of his head, his body pinning denji's hips also. ]

They'd know, and you're already on thin ice. [ yoshida doesn't really care about what denji thinks about all of this - he's got a job and he'll do it right - but he still can't help but feel a little sorry for denji, who never asked for any of this. it's true what they say that as sons, you must carry your father's burdens. denji was unlucky with his just as yoshida was unfortunate with his own. ] Don't you want to live...?

[ this is the closest denji has been to another person. despite himself, his body reacts to the warmth of another, pressing down on him, pinning his wrists in place. denji is stubborn despite the precariousness of his position, squirming and wriggling underneath yoshida's body, but he stills at the reminder of why he had to do this in the first place.

denji swallows. his stomach twists itself into knots - tighter than they'd been before. ]

Of course I wanna live! That doesn't mean I want to- to- to have sex with you! There's no way they'd know! What, are they gonna come in and check?

[ they could just fake it? surely yoshida doesn't want to have sex, either. ]

Ah- haha, hey, [ his words come as gasps and denji's thrashing and squirming results in their groins grinding against each other. he's not hard, not yet anyway, but the vague friction does go straight to his cock and warms his cheeks. he grinds back. ] Careful...

[ thee dress is a little ridiculous; it's too big with many layers of fabric that seem to be an endless wall between them, except for his lower body where the dress opens up. denji's lower body is completely accessible for him to violate. he lets go of one hand, believing he can take whatever beating denji unleashes upon him. ]

They'll know, Denji. Trust me... they'll check, so let's just get it over with.

[ he's vaguely working on pulling denji's body free from the dress. ]

[ denji is, for once, grateful for the stupid dress. it hides where he's starting to get hard under layers of heavy fabric, and he tries to keep it that way. he doesn't want to do this, but it's getting harder to ignore how good it feels when yoshida's body moves against him. ]

The fuck do you mean they'll check?!

[ yoshida starts to remove the dress, the barrier between skin on skin. denji knows, he knows he isn't going to be able to hide the fact that he's getting hard, and shame makes him struggle more. ]

Just say you wanna fuck me, coward! Don't act like you're being forced to do it!

[ although they are. these kinds of people, they really wouldn't just go off of denji's and yoshida's word that they consummated the marriage, not when there are so many people who look down on denji and his circumstances in the first place. ]

Tomorrow morning- [ denji's thrashing along with yoshida's attempt to undress him manages cause it the tear loudly, and yoshida pauses to check the damage. there's no telling where it came from, so there's no use for grace anymore. he tries now to completely tear the dress apart, and it rips comically between denji's protests. ]

You'll have a physical check. A complete physical check.

[ denji couldn't care less if the dress gets shredded, other than the fact that it's the only thing covering him. his own squirming and thrashing only seems to help tear the dress, the exact opposite of what he wants. ]

A- a physical check? No way, can't we just- we can fake it! You don't wanna do this either, right?

[ his voice sounds pathetic. pleading, almost. he barely even knows the basics of sex with a woman, let alone sex with a man. ]

[ yoshida manages to tear the many layers of fabric, like unraveling an onion, until he finally finds denji's small, naked form underneath. despite himself, his mouth waters slightly. he looks good pinned down like this. ]

...Would it help you along if I said I want to fuck you? I can pretend, even if I don't want to. You can too...

[ his expression changes after a moment, like putting on a mask, and he grinds his hips down harshly against denji's, keeping him pinned, then leaning down. ]

I wanna fuck you, Denji. Can I, please?

[ it's not like nobody's ever seen denji naked - they scrubbed him down before sticking him in this dress - but this is different. ]

No, it wouldn't help!

[ he doesn't want to think about a guy wanting to fuck him! he wants...a nice girl, even though that's definitely more out of the question than it ever has been.

denji's face is scarlet, and he only gets more flustered - more flushed - when yoshida grinds down against him. he can feel something there, and denji knows he's getting harder despite not wanting to. his breath hitches, catches in his throat. ]

Come on, you don't really wanna do this, do you? I'll- I'll do whatever, we can fake it...!

[ there's a hint of frantic desperation in his voice. ]

I know you're nervous, [ he coos, completely disregarding denji's pleading. ] But I'll make you feel so good.

[ he leans down at the same time as a hand slips between them to rub along his hardening cock. there's still his underwear impeding skin-to-skin touch, but he can feel his shape clearly under his hand as he hums against denji's sweaty, salty neck. ]

I wanna do this. I think you're so cute, [ he says, almost emptily, but still somehow superficially affectionate. ] Will you be a good boy and let me fuck you?

[ fuck. denji's resolve wavers almost immediately, as soon as he can feel a hand on his cock. it's warm, much different than his own - wider, longer fingers. even through the fabric of his underwear, denji can't help the way his body reacts, his cock twitching under yoshida's palm.

...he's cute? ah. no, he's supposed to be resisting this. he is resisting this, or so denji tells himself until yoshida asks him to be a good boy, and something in him wavers. it's rare that denji hears any sort of praise; he can probably count all the times on one hand.

he'd been so adamant about this a moment ago, but now he's crumbling. pathetic. ]

I don't- I don't know how.

[ he says that like it's going to make yoshida change his mind. ]

...I'll guide you, [ he promises sweetly, and means it. ] If you like my touch, then the other stuff... will feel so much better, just be patient.

[ with denji calming slightly, yoshida relents his hold against him and offers a soft smile before gently pulling down his underwear and freeing his half-hard cock. ]

Can you trust me?

[ maybe denji is nervous. maybe he's worried. he's never even kissed anyone before, and now he's supposed to have sex with a guy he just met? but the soft tone and kind words do seem to calm denji enough that he stops struggling for the most part.

yoshida's smile catches him off guard enough that he only realizes his underwear are being pulled down when cool air hits his cock, and denji stammers a strangled noise. ]

I don't even know you, how the hell am I supposed to trust you?

[ he doesn't want to be here, or to be married, or to have to con...some...whatever it was yoshida called it. ]

Well, what do you wanna know about me? You can ask me anything.

[ while he's prepping denji, of course. with a hand curled around his warm cock, stroking him to fullness, he produces a small bottle of oil meant to stretch him. yoshida's - never done this before, not like this and especially with a younger boy, but he has the basic idea of how it goes. ]

...Say, have you been kissed before...? Really kissed.

[ what should he ask...? what would denji as someone he wanted to have sex with? favorite color? food? ]

I can't think when you're doing that!

[ denji eyes the oil, wondering exactly what that's for. how...how do guys have sex, anyway? his mouth opens, closes. he swallows, startled by the question. ]

...no, but it's not because girls don't wanna kiss me! I just never found the right one.

[ it's definitely because girls don't wanna kiss him. ]

[ he lifts his head, moving his face close to denji's. this close, denji would be able to see the rosy tint of his cheeks. ]

...Can I kiss you?

[ ...yoshida isn't bad looking, for a guy. in fact, if denji were a girl, he'd be all over this. tall, handsome. he looks like nobility. he's cool, and denji has to admit he feels vaguely jealous over this newfound realization. but kissing him? ]

Why? We don't need to kiss to have sex! ...right?

[ he's pretty sure. ]

But we're married, we should kiss... no? I think- it makes everything a little better.

[ it sounds right, but again, it's not like yoshida's super experienced. every sexual partner he's ever had has been enthusiastic and eager, so he's never had to lead. ]

Denji, let's kiss. [ leaning down, he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip. ] Open up.

[ they're married. the words echo in denji's head, and there's really no getting around that. without this...he doesn't know what would've happened to him. maybe he'd end up in a brothel somewhere, or doing dirty work to try and repay his father's debt.

he hesitates, but it's not an immediate refusal. what harm would a kiss do? and just like that, denji's hesitance shatters with the warm, soft feeling of a tongue at his lower lip.

he opens up without thinking, more because he wants to say something than because he's being told to do so - although denji has always been particularly prone to being ordered around, especially when he's feeling good. ]

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CW mentions of SA

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