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Years of guarding the prince of Inarizaki has taught Hajime many things - how to handle sibling quarrels, ways to avoid unnecessary marriage proposals, and that Prince Atsumu was the most reckless bastard in the entire kingdom.
Iwaizumi marched through the palace halls with Atsumu’s arm held in a tight grip. Servants and guards alike paid no mind to the duo, used to seeing the Prince’s knight hauling him through the palace. He’d never felt such anger in his life as he struggled to maintain control over the reckless prince. The constant disregard for his safety was infuriating.
Hajime's loyalty was unwavering, but each escapade and each encounter with the Prince's reckless behavior seemed to push him further towards the brink of a furious explosion.
Today was no exception; just hours earlier, Iwaizumi had rescued Atsumu from yet another ill-conceived decision — jumping into the fray of battle with bandits that had foolishly attacked their caravan. Iwaizumi had warned Atsumu to stay back, to stay where he could watch and protect him only for the Prince to disregard his knight's - his bodyguard's - orders and plunge headfirst into danger.
It was a familiar pattern, one that repeatedly tested the limits of Hajime's patience.
It wasn't just the potential for physical harm that gnawed at Iwaizumi's insides. No, it was the knowledge that such brash actions jeopardized not just Atsumu's life but also the stability of Inarizaki itself. He was an heir - the eldest of a set of twins which meant that one day, Inarizaki would be his alone.
That is, if the Prince lived long enough to wear the crown.
Atsumu’s recklessness created chaos and uncertainty, threatening to undermine the kingdom's carefully built foundations. Iwaizumi’s heart raced as he recalled the faces of the loyal soldiers who had fought by them, ready to sacrifice anything to ensure the safety of their beloved Prince.
He could see the worry etched in their expressions; the tension that arose when the Prince chose defiance over his own safety was palpable. Each decision to confront danger head-on came with the unspoken weight of responsibility that Iwaizumi bore alone.
He was the one Atsumu’s father had trusted his son with - and he could not, would not, disappoint his King.
"Will you let go of me?" Atsumu demanded once they neared the Prince's chambers, his face flushed with embarrassment as he avoided the gaze of the bystanders they walked past.
The demand was ignored by Iwaizumi and the knight didn't hesitate to all but throw Atsumu into his room, slamming the door behind him.
Atsumu rubbed his sore arm and turned to face his lover, grimacing when he saw the look of fury on his face. "Okay, I can see you're mad at me."
Tension hung thick in the air as the two men stared at each other, silence washing over them. "Mad at you?" Iwaizumi broke the silence incredulously, "You think I'm simply mad at you? No Atsumu, I'm fucking furious with you."
Atsumu flinched at the venom in Hajime’s voice, his bravado faltering. “Hajime, I—”
“Do you have any idea what could have happened today?” Iwaizumi interrupted, taking a step closer, his eyes blazing with fury. “You could have been killed! You’re not just some soldier, Atsumu. You’re the prince! The heir! Your life means more than your reckless pride.”
Atsumu’s defiance wavered, his shoulders slumping. “I just wanted to help…”
“Help?” Iwaizumi’s voice was a low growl. “You think throwing yourself into danger helps anyone? It only puts more lives at risk—mine included. Every time you pull a stunt like that, I have to risk everything to save you.”
Atsumu’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, Hajime. I just… you know I can’t stand feeling useless.”
He did know. Knew better than anyone how Atsumu struggled with the reality that he could no longer roam around the palace on his own whim but had to be followed by an entourage. That, rather than training with the knights in his downtime like his twin could, he spent it learning about politics.
Iwaizumi’s anger softened slightly, though his expression remained stern. He reached out, gently cupping Atsumu’s face. “You’re not useless, Atsumu. You’re the heir of this kingdom. But you have to start thinking about the bigger picture. Your life isn’t just your own—it belongs to everyone who resides in these lands. You are who they will look to when the time comes.”
Atsumu leaned into Hajime’s touch, closing his eyes. “I know… I’m sorry.”
Iwaizumi sighed, pulling Atsumu into a tight embrace. “Just promise me you’ll be more careful. I can’t protect you if you keep throwing yourself into danger like this.”
“I promise,” Atsumu whispered, burying his face in Hajime’s chest. “I’ll be more careful.”
The knight held him close, feeling the tension slowly ebb away. For now, the prince was safe, and that was all that mattered. Running his hands down Atsumu’s back, he suddenly remembered the Prince’s injuries and pulled back, “I should take a look at your injuries. Take off your garments.”
Flushing at the direct order, Atsumu stepped out of the other man’s embrace with a shake of his head, “No. Really. I’m fine. Can we just go-”
Iwaizumi hand gripped the Prince’s cheeks between his thumb and index finger, urging him closer, “I was not asking, your highness.”
“But-”
“Take. Them. Off.”
Atsumu hesitated, searching Iwaizumi's eyes for any hint of leniency, but found none. With a resigned sigh, he began to unfasten his clothing, the flush on his cheeks deepening. He removed his tunic, revealing bruises and scrapes from the earlier fight. Iwaizumi's expression softened as he inspected the injuries, his fingers gently probing the most tender areas.
"You're lucky," Iwaizumi muttered, maneuvering Atsumu to stand in front of the long mirror in front of his dressing table before fetching a small kit from the nearby table. "These could have been much worse."
Atsumu winced as Iwaizumi began to clean the wounds. "I know. I just… I wanted to prove…." He trailed off knowing Hajime had an inkling of what he was going to say.
They’d had this conversation many times before.
"You don't need to prove anything to me or anyone else for that matter," Iwaizumi said quietly, his touch becoming more tender. "Your worth isn't measured by how many battles you fight. Your kingdom needs you alive and well, not battered and bruised."
Atsumu bit his lip, watching Hajime work with careful precision. "I guess I forget that sometimes."
Iwaizumi paused, looking up to meet Atsumu’s gaze. "Then let me remind you. You are important, Atsumu. More than you realize."
Fingers traced across bare, broad, tan shoulders causing a shuddering breath to leave the Prince as he leaned further into Iwaizumi’s burning touch. Looking up he met piercing green eyes in the mirror while the man continued to explore his body. “You’re beautiful, Atsumu.”
“Hajime-” Atsumu tried to turn around in the man’s embrace only to be held firmly in place, keeping him facing the mirror.
“Stay right here.” Hajime ordered quietly, lips meeting the side of his neck, leaving soft kisses in his wake. “I told you, let me remind you how important you are - how important you are to me.”
Atsumu’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the gentle touch of Hajime’s lips against his skin. Each kiss was a soothing balm, easing the turmoil within him. “Iwa-”
“Shh,” Hajime whispered, his hands sliding down Atsumu’s sides, tracing the contours of his muscles. “Just feel.”
Atsumu’s heart raced as Hajime’s hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch with reverence. It was as if he was memorizing every detail, committing it to memory. Hajime’s touch was both grounding and electrifying, sending waves of warmth through Atsumu.
“You’re more than just my prince,” Hajime murmured against his skin. “You’re my everything.”
Atsumu’s eyes opened, meeting Hajime’s intense gaze in the mirror. The sincerity and love he saw there made his heart swell. “Hajime, I...”
“Let me take care of you,” Hajime said softly, his hands never ceasing their gentle exploration. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
Atsumu nodded, his throat too tight with emotion to speak. He leaned further back into Hajime’s embrace, letting himself be vulnerable, letting himself be loved.
Hajime’s hands moved with a deliberate slowness, worshiping Atsumu’s body as if it were a sacred temple. His lips followed the path of his hands, planting kisses along Atsumu’s shoulders, neck, and back. Each touch, each kiss, was a silent promise, a declaration of unwavering devotion.
Further and further down Hajime’s hands traveled until they reached Atsumu’s slowly hardening cock and wrapped around him softly. “Hajime.” Atsumu sighed out with bliss, letting his head fall backwards as the other man began to pump him slowly.
“You are my light,” Hajime whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “My reason for everything. If anything happened to you…”
Small moans and whimpers escape the Prince’s mouth with each twist of Iwaizumi’s wrist, “Please.”
“Tell me what you want.” Iwaizumi lowered his head down to kiss at Atsumu’s neck once again, delighting in the moan he gets from it, “Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you. All you have to do is be a good boy and tell me.”
“I want-” Atsumu panted out, his hand reaching back to tangle in dark, spiky hair and pulling Iwaizumi’s head down to his effectively claiming his lips with desperation, “I want more. Please give me more, Hajime.”
“Anything you want, Atsumu.”
There’s a whine from Atsumu’s lips when the heat of Iwaizumi’s body leaves his back and he stands alone in front of the mirror. He watched as the knight began to remove his own garments, armor clattering to the ground as he headed towards the table that sat beside his bed, retrieving the vial of oil kept there.
Atsumu’s breath quickened as he observed Hajime’s deliberate movements, each action infused with an unspoken promise of what was to come. The anticipation built within him, a heady mix of desire and need.
Iwaizumi returned to Atsumu’s side, the bottle of oil in hand. His eyes darkened with intensity as he poured a small amount into his palm, warming it between his hands. “Bend over,” he commanded softly, and Atsumu obeyed without hesitation, placing his palms onto the glass exposing himself to his lover.
Hajime’s hands, now slick with oil, glided over Atsumu’s shoulders, down his back, and along the curve of his spine. The touch was both soothing and electrifying, sending shivers through Atsumu’s body. Iwaizumi’s fingers worked expertly, massaging the tension from Atsumu’s muscles, making him melt under the knight’s skilled touch until he reached the place he wanted most.
Atsumu’s gasp broke through the silence of the room as Iwaizumi slowly circles his rim teasingly. Then without warning, his finger pushed in and Atsumu wailed, arching his back at the intrusion.
Iwaizumi groaned into his shoulder and his teeth grazed across his skin, feeling how warm and soft Atsumu’s inner walls were. It didn’t take long before Atsumu’s lips were lifting in satisfaction as those fingers began to move in and out, rubbing against him in the most delicious way.
He loved the way his touch seemed to make Atsumu melt into a puddle. It was beautiful. Addicting. He didn't hesitate to add another finger, drawing out more pleasured sounds from his prince.
“You look so pretty like this your highness,” Hajime praised, smirking when Atsumu clenched around his finger, “All spread out and desperate for me. You want this that badly?”
“Hajime. P-please.” Atsumu cried out when Iwaizumi began to scissor his fingers, stretching him in preparation for his cock.
Iwaizumi stared at Atsumu in the mirror, taking in every shudder and ripple of his body. He was mesmerized by the flush on his cheeks, his dazed eyes, trembling thighs, and chest that heaved heavily. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“More.” Atsumu moaned, “More, more! Now - I need more. Give me-”
Hands wrapped into blond hair making Atsumu’s words falter as his head was yanked back roughly, spine to chest, ear meeting Iwaizumi’s mouth, his breath hot and tantalizing, “That’s not how we ask for things, Atsumu.”
Atsumu wailed when those fingers slowed to a stop inside of him, “Wait, wait, Iwa-Hajime, you can’t just-”
“Oh I can’t?” Iwaizumi asked, teeth nipping his lobe harshly, “I can do whatever I want.” He murmured, twisting his wrist, inserting a third finger and slowly starting another slow rhythm inside Atsumu, “I can go as fast or as slow as I want. Take you apart and put you back together again and again because that’s what you want isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Atsumu cried out, squirming in his hold, “Yes that’s what I want Hajime.”
“Then ask nicely, my love.”
Atsumu’s eyes, wide with need, met Hajime’s piercing gaze. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Please, Hajime, take me apart. Put me back together. I need you.”
Hajime’s heart swelled at the raw vulnerability in Atsumu’s plea. “That’s my good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He captured Atsumu’s lips in a deep, searing kiss, his hands beginning to move faster and faster.
Atsumu melted into the kiss, his body pliant and yielding under Hajime’s touch. The knight’s free hand roamed over Atsumu’s chest, fingers brushing against sensitive skin tweaking at a pink nipple - devouring each panting breath from the man in front of him.
A few moments later, once he was sure Atsumu was properly stretched, Iwaizumi removed his fingers and pressed an apologetic kiss to Atsumu’s neck when the Prince whined in despair from being empty.
He reached for the oil once again and began to slick his cock up, meeting Atsumu’s eyes in the mirror. “Are you ready, Atsumu?”
Golden irises full of love and trust peered back at him and Atsumu replied breathily as they fell shut feeling the tip of his cock touch his entrance, “Yes.”
Satisfied that Atsumu was ready, Hajime positioned himself, their bodies aligning perfectly. “Look at me,” he commanded.
Atsumu’s eyes fluttered open, locking once more with Hajime‘s reflection. The desire between them was tangible, a silent promise of pure and unadulterated love. As Hajime slowly entered him, Atsumu’s breath hitched, a mixture of pleasure and pain etched on his features. “Fuck, you’re so tight sweetheart. I love how you feel wrapped around me.”
“Oh god.”
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Hajime soothed, his movements gentle and deliberate. “Just breathe, Atsumu. I’m right here.”
Atsumu’s body relaxed under Hajime’s reassuring words, his breaths coming in shallow pants. The initial discomfort gave way to overwhelming pleasure, his body adapting to Hajime’s rhythm. “Hajime… it’s so good,” he moaned, his pressing harder onto the glass. “Yes, yes!”
Hajime’s own breaths were labored, his control fraying as he moved within Atsumu. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and desire. “So perfect, Atsumu. Always so perfect for me.”
Their movements became a synchronized dance, each thrust and counterthrust driving them closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, a symphony of moans, gasps, and whispered endearments.
As their pace quickened, the intensity of their movements grew, every touch and kiss a testament of their pleasure. Hajime’s grip on his hips tightened harder as they climbed higher together, no doubt leaving bruises for the Prince to see in the morning.
“Atsumu… I’m close,” Hajime gasped, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.
“Me too,” Atsumu breathed, his eyes locked onto Hajime’s. “Together. Please, please. Together.”
With a final, powerful thrust, they reached their climax simultaneously, their cries of pleasure mingling in the air. The wave of ecstasy crashed over them, leaving them breathless and spent, their bodies pressed against one another.
Once they both caught their breaths, Hajime turned Atsumu’s head to capture his lips in a tender kiss. His hand cupped his jaw gently, “I love you.” The words were muttered against his lips.
Atsumu’s eyes softened, his heart swelling with emotion. “I love you too, Hajime,” he whispered back.
Later when they are both cleaned from sweat and body fluids, they move themselves over to Atsumu’s bed, letting the room fill with comforting silence. There wouldn’t be much time left before Hajime would have to leave and return to his own room on the other side of the castle, leaving Atsumu in the care of his night guards until morning. Moments like these were few and far between. They both intended to savor it all.
Hajime stroked Atsumu’s hair, his touch soothing and gentle. “Promise me you’ll be more careful,” he said softly. “I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”
Atsumu nodded, his fingers tracing patterns on Hajime’s chest. “I promise,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “For you, I’ll be more careful.”