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“J-Jinshi-sama?!” Basen irked out.
“No. Be quiet.” Jinshi said.
Taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his brothers face so that their lips might connect. Oh how they connected, soft and tasting of salt. A nice contrast to the wine on Jinshi’s own tongue that flicked over his lips trying to coax access into his mouth.
Basen’s hands found him, one tight on his hip with a pressure that had Jinshi moan, it was a lovely feeling. The other hand found Jinshi’s chest, right over his fast beating heart.
Only to push him away.
With a whine Jinshi’s lips left his.
“You drunk, sir, you should retire,” Basen cautioned with too red a face.
“I’m not drunk,” he muttered, head falling to Basen’s shoulder.
“I’m scared, none of my normal protections, and all those women, the point of this whole week, do you think none of them are going to try and sneak in here?” he worried, rubbing his head into her brothers warm shoulder, feeling the heat radiate off his neck.
“And I will be right here, I assure you, sir,” he swore. “I will not let harm befall you its my responsibility,” he added, that hand again pushing on his chest gently as he tried to put distance between them again.
“Yet the danger doesn’t exist here,” he complained, “it will find me in my bed, its always in my bed.” The waver in his voice was something that only came out because of all he had drunk trying to drown out the thoughts of the failure he was with Maomao earlier that night.
“They will not get past me.” Basen boasted.
“They have before,” Jinshi reminded him. “Everyone wants to get into my bed tonight more then ever, if you insist on my retiring to bed, then I insist on your joining me,” he complained.
Basen fretted, sputtering about propriety, and his place. It reminded Jinshi entirely too much of Maomao. He pulled back from his shoulder and looked straight into Basen’s conflicted eyes, made dark by furrowed brow.
“Won’t you protect me, Basen?” he asked with pouting lips.
“Of course I’ll protect you,” he said, the stubborn determination fading from his face.
“Good.”
Jinshi pressed a kiss to Basen’s jaw. Taking his hand and pulling him through the door that separated the antechamber and the bedroom, a room grand enough for a prince. Without much thought or care he pushed Basen onto the bed, caging him with his body just as fast.
Jinshi quickly pressed his lips to Basen’s once more, this time parting easily for him. His tongue was stiff and awkward and Jinshi liked how it made him feel to be the one in control, the one who know what he was doing. To feel as though he is a success.
Basen tried to push him off again. Jinshi laughed into that kiss, exhorting that same force back on him. Struggling underneath him, Basen managed to flip them round, knocking wind out of his lings as he did.
“How exactly is that protecting you?” he barked the question.
“If you’re in my bed no one else can be,” Jinshi defended. “Would you prefer someone else be here?” he asked and watched Basen fumble for an answer, because he didn’t want anyone else in his place and they both knew it.
Jinshi’s hands found the ties of Basen’s robes, pulling at them freeing him from them.
“We can’t.” Basen whispered, as if he could not bare to say the words any louder.
“We can, so long as no one knows,” Jinshi defended.
He flipped them once more, trapping Basen underneath him once more. Face down into the plush pillows of the western-style bed, robes half tied, and legs pinned by Jinshi’s own knees. He leaned into him, pressing his chest to his back, his hips meeting Basen’s ass. Rutting his growing hardness against him.
“Don’t you miss playing like this?” he whispered in Basen’s ear with a nip at his lobe, drawing a short moan from him, “left alone, and wrestling, simply being boys,” he rambled with kisses pressed to his neck.
“I- I do,” Basen eked out.
So strangely shy in matters of everything but strength. It was so very sweet, and entirely what he needed right now.
“You want it,” Jinshi reaffirmed, still rubbing himself against Basen’s ass. He nodded.
Jinshi let his hands creep around Basen’s front, pulling robes he had already loosened from him. Exposing flesh that had taken too many punishments for him, scars and marks that he knew Basen had barely felt at the time. Every mark had hurt Jinshi when it was laid and it hurt to see know, marks that only served to return to Jinshi an anger that this night had nothing but aggravate.
He bit hard into Basen’s shoulder, rejoicing in the fact that he could not cause noticeable pain to his brother. All that resulted was a wanton noise cause from the feeling of his mouth on his skin, all while Jinshi knew that he didn’t need hold back with him.
All but tearing his clothes off as he gnawed on his brother’s shoulder, the grinding of his erection didn’t cease, simply shifting to the slick folds of Basen’s pussy. Lubricating himself just enough before pushing inside of him with little care, quick and short thrusts that slowly inched their way deeper into him.
A desperation to not fail, a need to feel his affections returned. A need that coiled inside of him so very wanting to be wanted as simply all he was.
Basen whined at the feeling of being stretched as he was, but there was one thing that he had that Maomao did not, Basen felt next to no pain. Jinshi could not hurt his brother, even if he wanted to.
Slamming his hips into Basen with as much force as he could manage all he did was whine that same wanton noise. Pressing Basen more and more into the mattress with every thrust while he groaned at the exertion in overwhelming him, dominating him as he was.
Every part of tonight he had felt cold. The cold that came as he pushed down every last bit of disgust at the banquet, the cold of night air, of his failure, all of it froze his blood. Even the wine had not warmed him, but the sticking of their sweaty skin, the warmth of Basen’s pussy fluttering around his cock, it settled something he hadn’t realised was so worried in his heart.
Every part of Basen was a raging fire, and it was the exact thing he needed right now. It was stupid and reckless and he didn’t care, he didn’t need to care he needed to feel, and slamming his hips hard enough into Basen that he choked out a pitiful whine filled him with so much.
His core welled with want as he picked up speed and forced his brother further into her sheets, as the mixture of their moans and whine won out over panting and exerting breaths.
Jinshi came without warning. Pressed deep inside of him and rutting his hips harder, trying so badly to get deeper into him, seal their souls together in a way that Basen couldn’t leave and Jinshi could get hurt but that wasn’t how it worked.
They didn’t get that luxury, and it was half for that reason that he could enjoy emptying himself into the wet and pulsing warmth that was Basen’s pussy. Basen could never be forced into the role he had so almost forced Maomao, because no one could ever even know that he had touched his brother.
It was one of the many taboos that he was beheld to as an imperial.
Pulling out of Basen, and watching his cum spill out of him, still splayed on his bed and just about twitching from all that Jinshi had just done.
But all too soon he sat up.
“I, I should return to my po-“
“No,” Jinshi stopped him, “you said you’d protect me,” he pouted, watching Basen’s warring resolves win out in Jinshi’s favour.
“You said you’d stay…” he cradled Basen’s face and forced their eyes to meet.
“Okay, but not like, this,” he stuttered out turning red at the sight of Jinshi’s own nakedness.
They redressed at Basen’s awkward insistence, but Jinshi still got to sleep holding him, feeling human, feeling safe in a way he didn’t get to feel. Even when everything else in the world was determined to remind him that he was a prince before anything else. He was not a prince to Basen, or rather Basen knew him as his milk sibling before he knew him as a prince.
Basen would protect more than just his life, he would protect his heart and humanity too, so long as he got to keep holding him like this.