 Arranged Marriage To have and to hold, you said, till death do us part, all while the sharp, swinging pendulum of obligation hung overhead. But how could you have truly meant those words? This union has been tainted from the start, forever bearing the chains of an arranged marriage. It would be understandable if you couldn't bear to look at your new life partner, eternal reminder of your stolen future that they are, much less like them. Much less love them...
Still, things can change.
You could realize that they are in the same boat as you or, that when compared to others around you, they are the lesser of evils. Perhaps you even open up to the idea of a friendship; at the very least, an alliance may be in order to become a power couple in a perilous world. From that innocent decision or sense of self-preservation, a new feelings sparks. Something like affection.
Something, you realize in the wake of speeding heartbeats, like love.
Will you acknowledge this? Can the two of you have a happily ever after - happier than if you'd met in another fashion - or will you hold firm in your distaste?how to play.- Everybody loves "couples forged by less-than-ideal circumstances" tropes! - Comment with your character, prefs, all that good stuff. - Reply to others. - IDEC where you set your threads, it's wide open. Fantasy world with hairy hobbits, old-timey lands, future AUs, do a space marriage for all I care. I'm sure they're still getting married in Star Wars or whatever.
POSSIBLE REASONS FOR MARRIAGE: ① Station → You come from a royal, noble, or otherwise distinguished family who has chosen a suitable spouse for you. ② Feud → You are being married to put an end to the bitter enmity between your two families. ③ Economics → Your economic state and/or your station will improve through the union, though one of you may be marrying down. ④ Empire → You and your spouse are merging your businesses and/or property to create something more influential or profitable. ⑤ Tribute → You have been offered as a gift or appeasement, alternately you're the spoils of war. ⑥ Bloodline → Carrying on your distinguished family name has fallen to you and the equally well-bred spouse of your family's selection. ⑦ Disapproval → Your marriage has been arranged to keep you away from the person with whom you truly wish to be.
POSSIBLE SCENARIOS: ① First meeting → This is the very first time you're meeting your future spouse. ② Courtship → To get to know each other and encourage affection, your family has approved of you going on dates. ③ Engagement party → Be it a huge, formal affair or a small, intimate get together, you're celebrating (or pretending). ④ Wedding day → The big day! ⑤ Reception → The big party! ⑥ Wedding night → Every meme needs a smut prompt, right? ⑦ Honeymoon → Where will you go with your new spouse and what will you do there? |
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Why is he being so patient about this? A point of pride, perhaps. He was bigger than his instincts, controlling them rather than the opposite. But he has far more experience dealing with the inconveniences of fear and rage than he does lust, a feeling that alights once more when Haku decides he's recovered enough to start rolling his hips back. A harsh breath falls free of the bandages, washing over the curve between neck and shoulder.
Zabuza's hand falls free of Haku's back. Instead, the arm winds around and makes to tug the rest of the younger male's naked torso flush against his chest, pulling him up onto his knees in the process even if Zabuza might have to end up being the one to hold him that way in a little while. ]
Then let's see how much you can handle.
[ Easy enough to claim you want something in (well, technically it was claimed it'd be tolerable) theory, but probably a whole other matter to have fingers probing where you've never had them. At least Zabuza assumes that no one else has touched Haku in such a way if he can claim not to have been touched in less intrusive ways.
There's still lubrication on his working hand from earlier and then some. Still, even if they're smoothed along, Zabuza's fingers are large and he's going to attempt fitting two inside of Haku right away; the last warning his husband is getting on that, aside from the comment and the earlier motions, is the time it takes blindly dragging the digits along his skin to find entry. ]
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Because Haku liked to think that this was an activity they could enjoy in the future. That was half the point of being married, wasn't it? The breath that puffs against his shoulder makes his skin crawl, and not for the first time, he wonders again what Zabuza looked like under his mask.)
I can handle anything.
(It's a confident, quiet promise. I will be good enough. I promise.
His eyes do widen slightly when Zabuza's fingers slide against him. He knew how men slept together, sure, but...His eyes squint shut for a second. Less out of pain and more out of bracing himself for...For...His back straightens up and for a second, he's almost too tight to enter.
Then he relaxes, exhaling slowly. It's not painful, honestly, more uncomfortable and unfamiliar than anything. His hands come to rest against Zabuza's neck, his face buried against his shoulder to hide what he felt like might be an embarrassing expression.)
Feels strange. (His voice comes out in a dim way, mostly muffled by Zabuza, but he's not pulling away and he's certainly not hating it.)
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Haku is probably too busy with other sensations to feel the older man's jaw tighten where it rests against his throat, while he's flexing around the fingers inside of him. It's going to be a tight fit alright, but he figured as much just looking at the younger man's body, overall much smaller than his own. He makes a silent note of the recovery time while he's doing his own breathing technique, and when Haku relaxes enough he sinks his fingers into him even deeper.
He's not expecting the young man to speak at all during this, though what he does say gets a soft snort. It's just so naive, which is sort of counterbalanced by how very aware Zabuza is of the hands near his throat. ]
What did you expect...?
[ This is going to take some time, pushing fingers in up to where it meets his palm, curling to better spread apart. Haku's not going to be given much time to recover unless he's so tight he's immobilizing the movements, and even if he's being held against Zabuza he's still up on his own knees while he's being subjected to them. ]
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More pain. (He had overheard enough women in the village talk about how painful their first times had been. He had also known some men to talk about how the idea of sleeping with other men seemed as though it would hurt. This didn't hurt though. Not in any tearing, bleeding sort of way that he had anticipated. He exhales again and shifts against Zabuza's fingers.)
...I've heard of families checking sheets for blood in the morning to...confirm that a marriage had been consummated.
(Yet he knew biology didn't work like that. So perhaps he really was naive for believing that sex was naturally painful. Or perhaps the people of his village simply cared little for the pleasure of those being fucked.
When Zabuza spreads his fingers apart, he tenses up again, but then there's this stretching sort of pleasure there too. He winds up curling his arms around Zabuza's neck entirely and buries his face promptly into his neck. His hips roll against Zabuza's fingers, and he realizes that a little motion makes it better.)
...More. (A soft, muffled request.)
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[ The mercenary points out, low and devilish. His blood, from when Haku had managed to stab him, had almost certainly stained the linens; it also had pattered against his chest when he'd held it up defensively while he was on his back and wasn't quite dry even now. ]
The pain will come.
[ It's unavoidable, for both of them. Zabuza doesn't anticipate his patience holding out much longer and Haku is a virgin. As desirable as that inexperience might be to some, especially for old and ugly bastards like him that can benefit from the ignorance, there are downsides. But so long as the pleasure outweighs the pain, the steps leading there are worth it, as is the promise of a future. People tend not to want to fuck a second time if there wasn't some enjoyment in the first, after all. ]
Trying to make demands again? You're a greedy little brat, aren't you? You already finished once...
[ But in a way he obliges. Rather than add another finger, he begins to piston the ones he already has in Haku. It's somewhere between an act of showing who is in control here and allowing the younger man to try more of those rolling hip motions in time with something. ]
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Then I suppose we are keeping to tradition just fine.
(He wasn't afraid of whatever pain may come. It would be a fair exchange for stabbing Zabuza, he figures, and with a far more beneficial outcome. He was determined to make this work and so he would grit his teeth and work through the pain - however much of it there may be.)
It's hardly my fault. (When that third finger slips inside of him, his body tenses up once again, and this time there is a bit more of a burning pulse. It certainly does a good job of putting the control back into Zabuza's court. Eventually, though, Haku manages to lean back, offering Zabuza a weak smile.)
You've only been my husband for a few hours and yet you're spoiling more than I am used to. (He rolls his hips again, grinding down on those fingers the moment he felt them brush against something incredible inside of him.)
Ahh- (What was that? His smile drops off his face but hardly for anything wrong. Instead, his face began to flush and his pupils blown.)
That's...(...Addictive feeling.)
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But he doesn't have long to dwell on it, because in the next moment Haku's demeanor is changing and he's making that soft noise. Zabuza is like a shark that's smelled blood in the water, eyes narrowing. There isn't a better distraction from his own weakness than finding it in the younger man. All at once, he's done ignoring his instincts - it's time to bite down.
He pushes his fingers as deep as they'll go inside of Haku and curls them, knuckling against his inner walls with twitches stifled by the passage itself. Hopefully Haku can still manage to keep himself up on his knees or else that hand is all he's going to have because Zabuza's other arm is letting him go. It's got a more urgent quest of pushing his pants down just enough, of pulling himself out. The consideration of clumsily delving into the pot of lubricant - he knocks it over in the process - is balanced by the debatable sadism of removing his fingers entirely from Haku while he slicks up his own erection. The look in his eyes is a dangerous one, gone black with arousal. There's a rough growl in the back of his throat as he does, soon forming a simple command that brooks no argument. ]
Sit down, boy. Slowly.
[ Though once he guides himself in, slow isn't how it's going to stay. ]
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(His voice raises embarrassingly high and he instinctively claps a hand over his mouth. Partially due to embarrassment, but partially because some small part of him had learned to lock down his own pleasure so that no one in the village would take advantage of it.
The problem is that despite the burn, the fingers felt good. He does tremble a bit over Zabuza, but hardly due to fatigue or incompetence. He misses the fingers the moment they are gone, but he keeps himself quiet. Drops his hand from his mouth and instead looks upon what he could see of his husband's face. A man has never looked like that at him and it makes his stomach flip with an interesting blend of fear and excitement.)
Yes, Zabuza.
(Struck obedient and stupid. This man who wanted him despite everything. It was hard to not want to oblige him.
He does as he's told and sinks down. It's a bit awkward at first, and he fears for a moment he won't be able to figure it out, but then there's this give in his flesh and Zabuza's cock is sliding inside of him. It's overwhelming more than anything, and he takes a few small breaths. Zabuza wasn't small at all. He sinks down inch by inch until he's nestled in Zabuza's lap. It isn't exactly painful. Uncomfortable, strange, and perhaps a bit burning, but Haku finds himself more fascinated than intimidated now.)
...I feel so full. (A soft tone of wonder. He looks at Zabuza then and finds himself smiling.)
...I like it. (Even though he was sure there was plenty more to come. Should he move now? He didn't actually know. Sorry, Zabuza, Haku truly was a virgin through and through.)