Weddings were a sight to behold in the Acorn Kingdom. Any time a prince or princess was married, it was one of the biggest parties on the planet. Parades, flowers, music, and crowds aplenty would cover the streets, while the groom and bride stood at the altar to go through the ceremony. At the podium was the queen herself, standing tall and proud, with her husband at her side. Alicia gave Max a soothing rub on the shoulder, knowing that his old age was catching up to him.
Everything was set in place, and she looked over the area with a critical yet prideful eye. Not a seat was out of place, and as if to set the marriage in stone, the rain fell peacefully upon the pavilion. There had been a near panic at first, but Elias, the proud groom with his wet hair drooping down, insisted on continuing. It was still warm, and long as it remained as it was, he could handle some precipitation. Hell, he’d happily continue in a downpour, to show his dedication.
The young squirrel was dressed to the nines, his tuxedo pure white and adorned with the purple flower of royalty. Most people got the jitters for their wedding, but something just told him this was going to work. Besides, his mate could easily have enough for the both of them.
The trumpeters shifted tones, and Elias looked down the aisle with excitement. Soon enough, a group of guardsmen stepped into line, forming two rows along the aisle before turning to face each other, raising their swords. Off to the side, he could see someone in a white guard’s uniform being flanked by two other guards.
“Presenting His Royal Highness’ chosen groom, Colonel Antoine D’Collette!”
The park was silent yet ecstatic as the coyote soon started down the aisle, his smile one of hopeful jitters. His normal blue suit was exchanged for a pure white one—a custom job, Elias was sure, the squirrel breathless at the sight—and decorated with his ribbons and medals. Truly, Antoine was looking at his best for this. Even as the rain doused their fur, they were all smiles. Even the crowd was weathering the rain in favor of showing their pride and joy in watching the union of the Acorn and the D’Collette . They’d seen most of it: the first date, the first kiss, even rumors that they’d already shared the prince’s bed chambers several times. Seeing the colonel making anxious steps toward his future husband was bringing many to tears.
The two guards followed Antoine to the altar until he hit the first step, where they stepped to either side to stand at attention. Fighting off a shake, he soon stepped up onto the platform, giving the Queen and King a grateful expression. They’d done so much to help make this work, though Max had been a tough nut to crack at first. This wedding was the definition of unconventional, having the prince choosing another male and going for a public union, rather than one of secret. He wouldn’t deny his son’s relationship, but the idea of giving it all the same grandeur had been first met with indignation and denial. Now, though, he was smiling just as brightly, though weakly with his old age.
“You look beautiful, ‘Twan…” Elias murmured quietly, his eyes sparkling amidst the rain. Antoine could only respond with a somewhat sheepish chuckle, shaking his head.
“Mon amour, you are zee beautiful one here. So striking, your looks could, as they say, knock people over,” he replied, swallowing down a ball of spittle. The gentle flirting couldn’t last for long, though, as the queen cleared her throat to speak.
What happened from then was nearly a whirlwind for the squirrel prince, the ceremonial words a mere formality. But the parts that rang true: them being there for each other, to hold the values of the kingdom and above all set an example of their friendship and love; those would stick with him forever. Antoine was officially proclaimed as a duke now, an additional title to his military rank.
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As requested, their honeymoon was scheduled after the reception, the two taking a private jet off to a private island several hours away. The sharp tuxedos were replaced with still equally impressive fashionable outfits, more in favor for the coyote than for the more down-to-earth squirrel relaxing in the ludicrously comfortable chair. Said coyote was sitting in his lap, the boldest move that Antoine could really make. Elias was happy to lean back and enjoy his husband’s warmth and look out the window. Even from above, the sea looked so expansive, the cruise ship below looking like a piece from a board game.
The timing was perfect; the closer they got to their honeymoon retreat, where they’d spend the next week, the sky—now free of rain—was transitioning from light blue to a mix of oranges, yellows, and pinks, the sun sinking behind the horizon. In each other’s embrace, it didn’t take long for them to find time to get in a nap. After all, tonight they would be a bit too preoccupied to bother with sleep…
It was an announcement from their servant that alerted them to their descent, allowing them to awaken and get ready. The sunset had since passed, the moon and stars greeting them upon their exit of the jet. Sharing a wild grin, they practically raced into the waiting foyer, taking only a second to remove their shoes. Elias loved coming here to this manor when he was free from his schooling for the year. He spent his days like a regular kid, climbing trees, taking in the scenery, and getting into some mischief now and again. Sometimes even just running around without his clothes on, just because he could. Just like a squirrel, he sometimes had a bad habit of hoarding things, and he’d amassed quite a few collections of random objects over the years. He’d since grown out of that, but the memories of this place always made him feel more energetic.
Now, though, their only desire for tonight did involve getting naked, but in a much more private and luxurious setting. “Come, let me bring you to the ‘master’s chambers’~” Elias cooed, taking Antoine by the hand. The clean tile floors were lined with long rugs, woven with symbols of the Acorn Kingdom, to show it had indeed belonged to his family. Which now included one beautiful and powerful military man. Despite his blush, Antoine laughed alongside his mate while they ran down the halls together. Elias committed every inch of the floor plan to his memory, so getting downstairs to the fifth floor was easy.
“My my… such beauty here… I take it zee top floor is newer?” he asked. His question was answered by a knowing nod.
“Yeah, the main floor is actually downstairs. We don’t know who actually built it, but it was abandoned up until my dad found it on a diplomatic flight. We think it could have been one of our ancestors, because some of this décor looks like stuff from the castle. But it would have been a really long trip to make before plane…” he mused. “But now it’s ours, and you and I have the whole place to ourselves all week.”
That definitely put more of a spring in Antoine’s step. After heading down the spiraling stairs and weaving through a couple hallways, a set of double doors greeted them. The sight was enough for Antoine to feel almost unworthy. It gave a clear view out into the ocean through a large glass sliding door, which looked like a pair of windows at a glance. The lights were off, but the moonlight showed how the floor was covered in plush carpeting. A large canopy bed done in purples and ash was nestled so that one could watch the moon rise, while being undisturbed by the sunset. A very fitting piece in Antoine’s mind. He shuffled about the place, examining the dresser and bedposts, letting out soft breaths of intrigue and amazement. All the while, Elias slipped his hand into his shirt pocket, tossing the contents onto the bed.
The sound of something landing on the mattress got the coyote’s ear to twitch, and he paused to look curiously at his mate. But then his sharp eyes caught sight of the tube, and in an instant he was pulled back to reality. “Ohhh… that is our purpose for coming here, isn’t it?” he giggled, stepping up and engaging in a deep kiss. Why wait to start things off, when the mood and the environment was just begging for it? The two danced about the floor, arm in arm, their steps careful and breaths warm, until Antoine felt his tail brush up against the soft sheets covering the mattress.
A pair of firm hands pushed Antoine onto the bed, making sure he was sitting down and staying put before Elias backed up. The normally refined expression turned into a playful deviousness, Elias purposefully swaying his hips. “Let me make this special for you, ‘Twan,” he chuckled, turning about to give a playful bump that made his long, bushy tail shake. Already he had the other male entranced, casually—too casually—raising his arms up to stretch, pulling the shirt up slightly. “Shall I start from the bottom up, or the top down?” he relaxed his arms but kept them outstretched, putting his full body on display. He knew how much his lover liked to stare, finding every part of him as fascinating as the next.
“A-Ah… start from zee bottom…” Antoine’s stuttered reply was music to his ears, starting off the show. Slowly, Elias bent down, making sure he kept eye contact with Antoine, sinking a thumb into his sock so he could slide it off, repeating with the next. While nothing sexual by itself, Antoine was already blushing hot from the way he was removing his clothes so seductively and staring at him with such a burning gaze.
Then came the dress pants, so silky and soft to the touch, but covering those bare legs he loved to see. The royal outfit lacked any pants, so it at first bothered him that here, he was actually wearing some… But now he understood why, his dick throbbing at the soft sound of the belt being unlatched and slid out of its loops. The button coming undone and the zipper sliding down had him already rubbing himself through his pants.
“Oh mon dieu…” those softly breathed words had Elias shivering. Oh, did he love it when he got his boy—no, husband, now—riled up! He could see that sizeable bulge already, and he hadn’t even gotten his pants off yet!
“Easy, now, don’t want to make a mess of those~ Only place we need your cum flinging on is your fur.”
Ignoring the fact Antoine actually squeaked at that dirty comment, Elias hooked his fingers into his waistband and pushed them down, letting the fabric slide down on its own until it pooled around his feet. Stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side, he made sure to flash every bit of bare fur and skin he could, turning a bit to show off his toned thighs. The act was turning him on as well, his boxers—special for the occasion as well—tenting and straining to hold back his eager erection.
“Hoo… Elias, such teasing you are doing… I do not know how much more I can stand…!” The idea of finally having his moment with his mate, finally baring his body to him and letting him inside, he didn’t want to wait any longer for it. Elias only winked and made to start with his shirt, the action confusing Antoine before his own lewd comment came through his head, and out of his mouth before he could process it. “Mon amour, are you not forgetting something? Zee boxers are below your shirt, not above~ Do not worry about ‘saving zee best for later,’ as the best part is yet to come.”
The response was met with stunned silence from both parties, Elias’ face turning just as hot as his mate’s. That was quite the statement… But one he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, argue. Chuckling, he leaned against the vanity placed by the wall, using his other hand to fondle and tease his own package. His cock was so hard, the little bit of motion was enough to make it slip out through the leg. Antoine squeezed his legs together and whimpered, but soon he was getting what he asked for. The extra fabric was going down those strong legs, Elias grinning at him all the while, until the black piece of clothing was kicked aside.
That thick cock was now free to bob and throb for its partner, who would soon be licking, sucking, and riding it for hours to come, its length enticing the eager male sitting on the bed. But the show wasn’t over, of course, as Elias turned around again, proudly showing off his naked backside, even tugging at one of his cheeks to show off his pucker. ‘Twan would be the only one who ever got to see that part of Elias’ body, the only one who could experience the squirrel’s intense sexual vivaciousness.
When Elias turned around again, his hands were starting from the bottom of his shirt, slowly letting the shirt fall away from his front to show off his belly. Soft and lightly fuzzy, paler than the fur covering the rest of his body, it was something he loved to show off. The royal outfit was rather annoying that way. He was used to going around without pants; he hated having to hide his belly. But he supposed that made it special for Antoine, who could see it at any time. Once the top button was undone, he tugged on the sleeve with his teeth, since he had no gloves to do such a gesture with. Antoine let out a gurgled noise and clenched his nose to stave off a nosebleed, the coyote looking both aroused and frustrated.
“Why must you torture me like zis…?” he whined pathetically, sounding almost ridiculous with his nose clamped shut. Laughing softly, Elias paused in his strip tease to help him wipe it off, giving him a gentle kiss. It still didn’t help when he was now this close and finishing up, loosening the sleeves so that he could shrug the fabric off of his shoulders. It fell to the floor much like a sheet, sprawling out over the soft carpet, leaving Elias completely exposed.
“I want to make this night unforgettable, Antoine,” Elias cooed, kneeling down so that their noses touched. “I want you to be so hard when we start you’ll be squealing from how good I make you feel…” The now naked squirrel kissed him again, running his fingers over his shoulders and around the back of his neck. Antoine’s socked heels dug into Elias’ legs from tension, showing his desperation and neediness, answered by his mate’s tongue pushing into his mouth. Heated breaths passed between their muzzles and Elias was easily dominating the game. His tongue licked all over Antoine’s mouth, tasting the inside of his cheeks, which still lingered of the sweet, fudgy cake that they’d eaten at the reception. 
“Ah… such a… romantic, m-my sweet prince…” Antoine cooed once they parted, his breath coming out in hard, ragged panting. He was so turned on, he didn’t know how much more he could take… Being able to kiss his naked lover and actually expect things to go much further than they ever had before… The expectation and anticipation had his nerves buzzing. He started to unbutton his shirt next, figuring it was his turn to undress, only to have a pair of fingers grasp his hands. 
“Ah-ah-ah, handsome~ Let me handle you, too.” Elias purred. Antoine wanted to protest, insisting his mate didn’t need to do all the work, only for his jaw to drop when those hot lips pressed to his collarbone. A low, shaky moan soon followed when he felt the full effect of his mate’s plan. Elias’ fingers started picking up where he made Antoine leave off, exposing more of his body, leaving it open to attack from a methodic placement of kisses. Elias trailed them down the collarbone and between his pectoral muscles, moving to the side just for a moment so he could plant one directly on his hidden nipple.
The gesture brought out a sharp cry from the quivering canine, his hips bucking up off the bed and a wet spot forming on his pants from the precum soaking into them. “Ah! E-Elias, S'il vous plaiiiiiît!” His voice started to shake, echoed by his rapid heartbeat that Elias could feel against his mouth. Who knew foreplay was this effective? He moved down to the last button, helping him out of his shirt so that he could feel less hot. Not that it helped him look less hot, but the poor guy was burning up already. They needed a moment to collect themselves.
Shifting his focus for a moment, he knelt down and gently pulled Antoine’s socks off, planting a couple gentle kisses to the tops of his feet, as if a servant would do to a demanding king. For them, though it was a more romantic gesture, and it felt more relaxing for Antoine than it did arousing. The slight ticklish sensation helped him come off of his high, allowing him to keep his balance when helped come to a stand. Elias led him across the soft carpet and out through the balcony window-door so they could get some fresh air.
“It’s okay, ‘Twan. Take a moment to breathe… I don’t want you shooting off prematurely, now,” he gave his husband a charming smile, while they took in the sights from the balcony. The manor was the only building in the area, giving them an uninterrupted view of the winding roadway and the numerous trees and plants that filled the spaces between. The sea sparkled in the moonlight, making them both grateful they picked a day that ended on a full moon for their wedding. Their fingers stayed intertwined while the cool sea breeze wrapped around them. 
“Ze ocean is breathtaking…” Antoine sighed, leaning against him. Even though he could still see his mate’s throbbing cock wasn’t even remotely soft from the pause, the moment did well to ease them into a more stable state.
“I knew you’d like it,” Elias chuckled, turning him around. Despite the fact one was nude and hard, and one was wearing only pants and also throbbing, it felt like the perfect romantic moment, the two staring affectionately at each other before their lips met again. Elias was happy to pull him close, tapping at Antoine’s ass to goad him into wrapping his legs around him while they kissed deeply on the balcony. Their crotches pressed close, Elias gave gentle squeezes to the coyote’s ass, groping him through the soft dark pants he was wearing and ensuring a wave of low moans was swallowed into his mouth. It was a perfect picture, and he was never more grateful for this opportunity.
Only after he was sure Antoine had himself back under control, he moved them back to the bed, their mouths separating and connected by a thin strand of saliva. Their blushes had lightened, the pinkish color only highlighting their rich blue eyes, and once more Elias was kneeling down between his legs. “Now then, where were we~” His fingers then slid under the soft dress pants, and the coyote shivered at the feeling of those digits on his ass. It was nothing new, but it was much softer and sensual compared to usual. The back of his pants got bunched up slightly, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, feeling his partner petting his rear and teasing the underside of his short tail.
Finally, though, the moment Antoine had been most expecting happened. The front of his pants was unbuttoned, though to his confusion, his pants weren’t whisked off of his body. Instead, he watched his partner grab his zipper and delicately pull it down, blushing hot. Of course Elias would have felt it… Once his fly was undone, the pants were parted to let his cock spring out.
“Elias… what deviousness is in your head zis time…?” he huffed out, watching that handsome face twist into a playful smirk. That muzzle eased into his crotch, a soft tongue flitting out between those lips to poke against his cock and bring him nearly off of the sofa with a deep moan. “Ohhh…!! Merde…” he huffed, especially once that tongue really started to slather him. Elias was so good at this part… Teasing his shaft, licking just under the head before going back down toward his balls, never once taking him into his mouth.
But of course, that was just for Elias to give something some attention while he slid those pants down, fingers gently coaxing them off. “Did I ever tell you I love it when you go commando?” he murmured against the throbbing member, earning an embarrassed giggle from the colonel.
“M-Many times, Elias…” That brought a soft laugh from Elias as well, who successfully parted his lover from his outfit. Now there was nothing between them. “Please… do not hesitate any longer…” he cooed, leaning back and spreading his legs. “I am tired of all zee waiting…”
As Elias crawled up onto the bed, they were both scooting back toward the pile of pillows, Antoine presenting himself. “I can agree to that, Antoine… I’ve been… aching to finally be inside you…” Those damn royal courtship rules had left them unable to do so until this moment. They’d done as much as they could with their sex lives until then. Kissing, sucking, jerking…. Frotting… they’d used any toys they could get their hands on… The only part of Elias’ body that he’d ever put into Antoine’s ass was his fingers.
Tonight, that would finally change.
The bottle of lube waiting on the bed was soon in Elias’ grasp, the squirrel popping the lid. A defined ‘squirt’ sounded throughout the otherwise quiet room, seeming even more pronounced and dirty, like a sound effect in a pornographic movie. Antoine shivered at the sight of that clear gel oozing onto Elias’ hand, then watched his husband start to cover them up liberally. Elias was careful with his movements, bringing one hand down to give gentle stimulation to his waiting entrance. The other was used to lightly stroke his own cock, Elias covering himself with plenty of it for what would come next.
The first push of his lubed up finger was met with a grunt of discomfort, but this wasn’t something they hadn’t done before. Remembering his practice, he concentrated on relaxing his back and legs, slowly easing Elias’ efforts. The finger slid up through his tight walls, slowly pulling back down when met with resistance. A fresh squeeze of lube right into his anus preceded the next push, smearing across his insides and getting warmed up fast from his body heat. It made the sounds of Elias messing with his insides even wetter and hotter. “Elias… Elias…! You are… making a mess of meeee~” he drawled out, toes curling into the sheets. His cock was so hard now, precum was dribbling out to leave a trail across his belly and down his side.
“It’ll be okay, ‘Twan… Won’t be long…” Only once he got the first fully in did he put in the second, repeating that same process. They had to be slow and careful, despite all the months of practice. Antoine had impressed himself with the dildo he’d taken, but it would pale in comparison to the real thing. He whimpered and whined with the gentle scissoring motion taking place in his anal cavity, the liquefied lube dripping out over his tail and Elias’ hand. It was so raunchy… he loved it.
After several minutes of stretching, Antoine was hard and empty, giving his lover the neediest expression he could muster, his larger fangs poking against his lip. “Do it… do it now, I am begging!” Elias nodded, more or less in the same state, but thankfully he was the one doing the action or he’d be just as vocal. Instead he placed his wet hands on the coyote’s hips, his cock soon level with that dripping hole.
The first nudge was enough to make them both lose their breath, Elias shaking at how much heat there was. Nothing had felt like this before. His own hands, his mate’s mouth… they couldn’t come close to delivering this sensation! Antoine reflexively tightened in response to feeling the new intrusion, turning his ass into a fleshy vice, and it only made Elias all the more eager.
Keeping a firm hold, Elias started to push onward, and Antoine cried out, his hands curled into fists and clenching the sheets.  They’d barely started and they were sweating from just the intensity of the new sensations and their arousal. It was hot, it was hard, it was somewhat painful, but even then it barely stopped them. They didn’t stop now, not after all their work, and Antoine writhed through the pain until there was none left to feel, only the sensation of being… full. There was no other way to describe it. He was just full, full of cock, full of his lover’s body in him and on him, and Elias was blushing hard once their hips finally met.
Once that union happened, Elias let loose as he promised, making stars flash in his husband’s vision, Antoine screaming and squealing as the heated foreplay had culminated in a barrage of sensation. His back arched up off the bed, cock pounding and twitching like a raging monster, but all he knew was that thick member pegging his insides in all the right places. Antoine was blubbering out all manner of French exclamations and curses, too enraptured to really think of what he was saying. Elias reveled in it, taking his time to map out Antoine’s insides despite the hammering in his chest and the ache in his loins begging him to go faster. He’d watch that body jolt and those lips part to make that lovely music until he could no longer hold back.
Their lips met in frenzied kisses, drunk on each other’s passion and desire, now that he could let go of his hips and get in close. His hips were now doing all the work, driving himself to the hilt each time and making Antoine’s cock bounce and spurt small ropes of pre onto his belly and sides. It was everything he could have imagined and more, knowing soon his own cock would be making Antoine cum hard.
Soon the night would become a blur of hard rutting, cum shooting, and two loud males giving each other everything, until they were spent, but this first moment, Elias and Antoine would undoubtedly recall in the future.