notmyarena: (bliss-drunk on his own daring.)
Damen of Akielos [outsized specimen] ([personal profile] notmyarena) wrote in [community profile] marlowemuses 2017-02-18 06:53 am (UTC)

The twists of the past two days had left Damen eager for this kind of physical comfort, denied his usual refuge in the pliant body of a lover. Having it now, he was in bliss. The sweetness with which Laurent let them twine brought endless soothing to his weariness, a balm to the stings of these last hours. He poured against Laurent's lips, reading their tale.

Belatedly, in the warm but dry cocoon that their bodies made together, Damen thought of how well an application of the oil would have done. A few drops of his own seed welled up and eased the slide of skin under his fingers, though he knew it would be more copious the closer he got...

And then there was wetness spilling all over him, and it took a moment to realize it was not his own. It flowed over his wrapped fingers, slipping between them, slicking their bodies. He stared back at Laurent, unbelievably aroused by the sensation.

There was a smile in the deepest corners of his eyes as he hovered over Laurent, looking down at him almost reverently. "Not a waste."

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