There is no need for prohibitions

The maids were running around the castle in fear and anxiety, waving the long and lacy skirts of their costumes, which in the evening would be replaced by beautiful ballroom costumes. But before that it was necessary to fulfill all the orders of the king. From all over the kingdom were going to come to the castle, to this entertainment and see the prince with their own eyes. Access would be granted to all persons. The commotion was complete. The hum and splash of everything. In the kitchen were actively preparing the best cooks, presenting on the table with a snack of delicious dishes, which guests will be able to eat after the dance. Girls wiped everything from dust, polished to a shine, moving to the main hall.... Huge columns connected the floor and ceiling, painted with skillful patterns, pictures conveying a special meaning. Members of the royal family were also there, manifesting themselves. But while everyone was working for the honored people, they were not traced at these moments and were also paying attention to themselves and the upcoming event. Ladies waited for tailors to sew for them the best dresses, which the richest young ladies in their kingdom do not have. Hair was luxuriously styled so that it would not fall apart during the dance. The men told the guards about the admission of special persons, checking them for forbidden devices, in whose abilities there was a possibility of harming the royal family. The younger ones were ordered to watch the servants' work and how well it was done. Everything went according to the notes given by the conductor. So that at dusk everything was ready and the hall was empty, waiting for couples to dance there. Children, adults, ladies and gentlemen. The ensemble would sound throughout the fortress, calling to the dance floor. Sigma, the owner of this castle, had his heart beating in a kind of frantic rhythm. Guests began to enter the hall, and their voices began to echo throughout the room. The host of the event stood on one of the balconies and searched for someone with his eyes. That someone was none other than Dazai Osamu, a not inferior young man of about twenty-two years old, and coincidentally, Sigma's lover. A special invitation had been sent to the shaten, but no reply had been received, much to the white-haired man's dismay. After a while, familiar facial features began to flicker among the crowd. With a smile, Sigma began to quickly make his way down to the people. Osamu also came to meet him, and they greeted each other and started talking. - I thought you wouldn't honor me with the honor of seeing you again, Dazai-san. - No way, Sigma. I can't believe I didn't come to this celebration. What's the use of formalities? But it's good to see you again. I must say, the ballroom and the ball itself look superb. - I hope you'll keep me company tonight. Just as Osamu was about to respond to Sigma's request, the music began to play, signifying that the gentlemen could ask the ladies to dance. Not dancing but standing aside was bad form so the whole crowd began to bustle. And only the brown-haired man did not even hesitate to extend his hand to the white-haired man as a sign of invitation to a waltz, which was successfully accepted. Passing closer to the other couples that had already prepared for the dance, our heroes, together with the others began to spin around the hall, drawing unknown patterns. For the guys time seemed to stop, except for them there was no each other and they forgot about everything, giving themselves completely to the music. This airy dance, filled with tenderness and carelessness, ended with a classical bow of the two partners in gratitude for these minutes spent together. - Oh Sigma, you are beautiful, like a fleeting lotus blossom, the bloom of the most beautiful sakura. You remind me of the most beautiful white rose in my garden. I've been intoxicated by you since we first met. Would you like to join your life with mine? Sigma's cheeks turned red and his eyes widened in surprise. He loved Osama, but he hadn't counted on mutual love. His breath caught and a lump settled in his throat, making it hard to speak. - I wish, I've been in love with you for a long time, Osamu. I've always wanted to be with you. But my parents will oppose our relationship... What should we do then? - Let's run away. No one will bother us at my place. We'll be happy together. *** Nighttime outside is a time when everything around you quietens down and it feels like everything is wrapped in a soft haze, like a magical shroud. The stars begin to appear in the darkening sky, like bright diamonds that fulfill the wishes of those who are brave enough to make a wish. There is merriment and music playing in the castle, but only two shadows do not care about them. The two boys left the palace and began to walk away towards the carriage, and then left the place, heading for a new home for one of them. *** A spacious room, apparently a bedroom, which Osamu takes his lover Shigma into. Leading him to the bed, the brown-haired man pulled the boy against him and stroked his thigh gently. Dazai was more affectionate than ever. His hot breath scorched the white-haired man's neck, causing him to exhale noisily due to the unexpected and new sensations. Osamu didn't waste any time, but he dipped his lips to the area where the hot breath had left a bright red mark, hearing a squeezed moo of pleasure from somewhere above. - I want to hear you, Sigma, don't be shy. No one can hear us. - B-but. He wasn't allowed to finish and was interrupted with a persistent and passionate kiss. Osamu left a trail of light kisses and went lower and lower, taking off his partner's clothes. The brown-haired man flattened himself on the bed, hovering over him. - Open your mouth. Sigma obeyed unquestioningly, either a request or an order, it was hard to tell from the tone, and there was no need. Several fingers entered the lower man's mouth, clearly signaling that they should be moistened with saliva, which was done. When the saliva was done, Dazai pulled his fingers out and with one of them began to penetrate the still tight ring of muscle, massaging it lightly to relieve his partner of any discomfort. A second finger was added, and they began to move in a scissor-like motion to stretch the walls of the anus. When the stretching was done the shaten began to slowly penetrate Sigma, the bottom groaned in pain and Dazai stopped to let him get used to it. After a short period of time, the younger man began to move his hips towards him and Osamu continued to enter gradually, moving inside his lover's body. At one point the older man hit his prostate and Sigma moaned longingly. And he began to move in that direction, forcing moans out of the passive and making him arch his back. With each thrust the upper one was gaining speed and in ten minutes he was literally fucking Sigma into the bed, and the latter in his turn was already in a disrupted voice, but still quite loudly signaling to no one embarrassed. After a little more time the passive felt the discharge. - Os-samu... Before the blond could say anything, he was cumming on his stomach, followed by Dazai, coming out of his limp body. His legs, as well as his arms, were no longer holding him, and the brown-haired man collapsed beside Sigma, holding him close to him. - I love you. - I love you, too. And the two lovers fell asleep without a care until the morning.