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The music box that sat on the small, dark-polished table in the Prince’s room cranked out a sad, twinkling version of ‘ Happy Birthday,’ overtaken at its very end by a deep, melancholic sigh from the birthday boy. Char sat at the table with his chin atop folded arms, his shining chestnut hair falling into curls across his forehead and around his ears as he stared absently into the flickering lights of the candles, burning away on an untouched cake. It was his first birthday he was spending married, and everyone had shown… except for the one person who mattered the most. His guests had shoved gifts into his arms and fawned over his perfect smile with celebratory congratulation, all missing the fact that with every moment that passed, a weight had been building in his chest as his smile grew fainter and fainter. While those around him chattered, his eyes had scanned the room for a tall, broad-shouldered figure that never showed.
Another sigh hung heavy in the bedroom as the music box faded out and the unattended candles dripped blue wax onto white frosting. He hardly even noticed as a rush of air filled the room behind him, lightly rustling curls at the back of his neck.
Then, a voice. Low, heavy, something akin to an accent in German, though not quite .
“ Happy Birthday, Darling. ”
Char let out a huff, identical in energy to a pet left far too long by his Master to be excited at his return. He pushed himself up from the table and stood, turning around to cross his arms over his chest. He was dressed for the occasion, a deep blue corseted vest over his white shirt, the sleeves billowing and airy around his wrists.
“You’re late.” He had intended for that to be all he was going to say, but the rest poured out of him as a frustrated flush rose to his cheeks. “ You missed my first birthday! I planned this for weeks! What kind of a husband misses their pet’s birthday?!”
G’s wide lips twitched down, listening. Apologetic, first… Punishing later…
“I was caught up with the ministry. I came as soon as I was able— of that I can assure you.”
Char’s blue eyes were glossy, and he huffed again, curls bouncing with the force of his sass as he swung an arm. “Oh, politics , before our marriage!”
G’s lip curled up in a snarl, quick at the implication of his disinterest for his love. He waved a hand, the shining black and royal blue band at Charmont’s left hand visible, now. As was his own, silver and emerald. He stepped forward, grabbing the younger man’s left wrist to hold it up in front of him, grip firm and voice dangerous, though honeyed.
“ If you recall the vow, you promised patience, which you have a notoriously bad habit of discounting, Pet.”
Char yanked his arm back and rubbed his hand over his mouth, curls bouncing, astounded at the audacity. “Fine! Fine— but you owe it to me.” He turned in a circle, composing himself before he leaned towards his husband, both palms pressed flat against his chest, dark band shimmering. “If I didn’t have you all evening, I expect to have you all night.”
Gellert looked down at him, mismatched eyes shimmering. ‘Terrible, Bossy thing’. He leaned down, wide lips brushing his ear.
“ I’ll have you screaming, Pet.”
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Char’s thighs trembled, propped up on red knees with sapphire silk fastened round his eyes, dark curls damp with sweat. His stomach and chest were sparkling and wet, soaked in the cum and sweat of two or three orgasmic releases. His cheeks were flushed, rosy and streaked with tears. The boy panted heavily, the side of his face resting at the sheets.
“Look at you. Pushed to the penultimate point of pleasure.”
The older man circled the bed, observing his boy from all angles. The streaks across his face, one curl plastered to the fair skin of his forehead and trapped beneath the silk at his eyes. His shoulders disappeared partially in the wrinkles of white sheets, the arch of his back sparkling like diamonds with the sweat of heat and pleasure.
He circled him completely and came to a stop behind him, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip as he took in white dripping from trembling thighs, the perfect pink of ass-cheeks that had taken the perfect number of strikes, palm to plush white skin.
Gellert pushed his shoulders back to stand straighter, the strand of white falling from his styled hair over his forehead, wearing only a waistcoat over a damp white button down, the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, the veins at his forearms popping. The corner of his mouth turned up smugly, gaze focused on his pretty husband’s lube-drenched hole, relaxed for a moment but picture perfect, his darling sapphire’s hips angled perfectly for him.
“ Tell me, what is it that’s special about today?”
Char’s brow furrowed above the blindfold, one hand sliding up through the sheets above his head, to stretch while he still had a break to do so.
“It’s my birthday,” he offered, not quite understanding the line of questioning. “My first birthday since I became yours,” he added. That part was most important to him. His lips pursed some and he pushed his hips back, both grateful for and annoyed to have a break without his husband’s touch.
G tipped his jaw up, then, looking down through dark and hooded eyes at the boy on display for him.
“Good. I want you to sing ‘ Happy Birthday ,’ and you are not to stop, no matter what…. Do you hear me?”
Char flushed red, his cock jumping some at the mystique of the order, lost in his thoughts for a moment.
“Do you hear me?” Gellert repeated, fixing the sleeve of one arm, pushing it into place, taut against muscle.
The younger man nodded, curls having lost their bounce, weighed down with sweat.
“D-do I start now….?” he asked, and the Wizard couldn’t help but feel proud at such an eager, obedient question coming from his love’s lips.
“Yes. You may begin. And remember, don’t stop.”
The prince drew in a shaky breath, shoulders tense and knees shaking to what might come next, the first words of ‘ Happy Birthda y,’ sung in a soft tenor, so light and near-feminine it bordered on alto. He was sure that the tune was short enough that he’d get through it once with ease— maybe many times, even— and his voice faltered for the first time as he felt a dip in the mattress behind him. Gellert’s weight, he knew.
“ …to you… h-happy birthday…”
The emphasized sound of his husband’s belt being unbuckled behind him sent a chill up his spine.
“ O-oh…”
He turned his face to bury against the sheets, remembering his task at hand as he sang the next lines, flushed so red the fabric beneath them was warmed the same as if it had come fresh off the clothesline.
Heavy hands settled on Char’s bare hips, the cool metal of G’s wedding band pressed with his grip into white flesh enough to leave a mark.
“Remember, whatever you do, don’t stop,” he murmured, low, listening to the next shaky verse from his love’s lips as he snapped his hips forward into the slippery tightness that had been well-prepared for him, pulling a scream from the prince’s throat on happy, birthday a pant against the sheets as his own banded hand fisted in them tight enough to make his knuckles white.
A smirk curled at the dark wizard’s lips at the thrilling sensation of each inch of his substantial length being warmed and squeezed by the velvety tight heat of his precious little pet . He slowly began thrusting against his prince, each stroke angled downward to land perfect hits at his prostate. The arch of Char’s back accentuated on a loud moan, hips pressing back on his husband’s thick cock in repetitive motion, meeting each thrust forward as he pushed his own ass back.
Sweat dripped from the perfect white and silvering strand’s of Gellert’s hair, landing at the dimples in his dear prince’s low back as he drove himself harder into his needy, desperate, terrible boy, dangerous growls leaving his throat— animalistic, possessive.
Char’s choked voice was nearing the end of the song again, voice shuddering this time, hardly able to get the words out in pants.
“ H-h-happy b-birthday to m-me… .”
G slid a hand low, then, pressing his index and middle finger at the heat of Char’s ass on his last push forward, stuffing him alongside his length, tearing a cry and a sob from the birthday boy’s throat, a snarl at Gellert’s lips.
“ Your gift,” he growled, large cock twitching inside the birthday boy as he tipped his head down and filled him completely with his seed, white hot dripping out around his fingers at the clenching entrance of his sapphire’s tight ass.
Broken sobs filled the room as spurts of cum left the crown prince’s cock, filled and warm, hiccups peppered in between the high hitches of desperate breaths.
“Happy birthday,” he mewled softly to himself on one last, shuddering breath, melting completely against the sheets to the very best birthday gift he had ever been given.