@scxualvibrations || Whitney & Tommy
Setting: Castle Genre: Fluff and Porn Trope: Marriage (of arrangement, convenience, or necessity; accidental marriage; traditional marriage or partnership ceremony) Prompt: Time Travel Kink: Well-fucked (being fucked out; fuck-dazed; sated and sleepy; wrecked; softened and debauched)
Prince Thomas was the absolute light of his kingdom. Only just completing his first quarter century, he had managed to win the hearts and minds of his future kingdom through his kind and generous nature and the devotion he showed to his family. With his four concubines he had produced six beautiful children: the twins Kanara and Suzume with his primary concubine Rio; Marya, with Max; Evangeline, commonly referred to as ‘Evey’ by her family, with Grayson; Hannah, with Tobias, and then -- finally, the absolute blessing -- the crown prince Liam, born from Rio. Thomas spent almost as much time bonding with his children as he did seeing to his responsibilities of state, and for that, he was beloved. It wasn’t uncommon for him to take meetings and see dignitaries with one of his children in tow, carrying an infant or leading one of the older ones by the hand.
The option had been kept open, of course, for Thomas to eventually be married. Some neighboring country may some day propose a union to ensure mutual prosperity, and he understood this, even as he devoted his love to his concubines and his children. Then, a struggling island nation had finally broached the subject. Through mutual respect and understanding, the marriage was arranged, and upon a lovely spring day, Prince Thomas was wed to the omega Prince Whitney. His Selkie coat was placed around Thomas’s shoulders, thereby binding the two together by the law and magic of the taller, slightly older man’s heritage.
Fortunately, the decision had been made for the pair to spend their wedding night, and their honeymoon week, in one of the smaller summer palaces closer to the coast. For one, it gave Whitney the option to swim as he wanted, since his opportunities would be fewer and farther between. For another, it kept the pair isolated in order to solidify their bond without the interruption of Thomas’s concubines and children.
Whitney fully understood that he could not expect to suddenly be the center of Thomas’s attention, even if they were now wed. He actually rather liked that; he’d come from a family of many brothers and sisters, and hoped that he could bond as closely to the others as they seemed to be together. It was a hope he’d have to test when they got home, but there were more important matters to attend to on this day. Things such as the heat that he had timed to the exact moment of his wedding, so that as soon as they were alone, his new husband would also become his mate without struggle or awkwardness. The lanky prince slipped the velvet coat from his shoulders, smiling across the bedroom at Thomas as he placed it carefully on the back of a chair.
“Well, husband. Was that ceremony as embarrassing for you as it was for me?”















