marlowemuses | This will be happily ever after...

"If I'd adopted Akielon attire, it would just be a matter of flipping up the hem and taking your pleasure of me," Laurent replied, smirking at him.

He gasped softly as Damen's hand surrounded him. Pressing his forehead against Damen's shoulder, Laurent gave a little whine. "Well, good luck with that, then," he said. "If you're concerned about the time, you might be better off playing your own flute. Mine might not provide, ah, results."

He sorely didn't want to go into further details than that. Most nights he didn't bother touching himself, knowing that it might be fruitless unless he had several days of frustration and longing behind it or had the time and inclination to really lose himself in it. Frustration, self-loathing, a fixation upon control and a tendency toward boredom all kept Laurent from easy climaxes.

"That is a very fair goal to work towards." Damen quietly enjoyed the first touch skin-to-skin, his fingers tucking around the velvety finish of Laurent's flesh. He clasped it, rubbed the heel of his hand against its length. He didn't have much room to do more than that, but then that was his own fault for not divesting Laurent of his garments first.

"Ah." Damen glanced down at him, brows lifting slightly. This was news to him. Laurent had been so responsive with him, he'd assumed that this would extend to his -

Yes, he could see why that would be something Laurent wouldn't want to talk about. In wordless soothing, he stroked a hip and edged the silk down over them.

"I would still like to touch you," he said, honestly. "And for you to touch me, if that pleases you. If not...you could kiss me and let me..." Damen's nose wrinkled as he repeated the very Veretian expression. " 'Play my flute.' "

Laurent smiled a little at the face Damen made. Nodding once, he slid his hand under Damen's garments, tugging at the string of his undergarment in order to release it. "We should properly undress. The idea is to muss the sheets, not our clothing."

And, Laurent couldn't deny, he wanted the few moments of reprieve before they continued, nervous about laying his hand on Damen.

He pulled away slightly, shucking his clothing with relative ease, because he knew all the laces to pull. He stripped all the way down, too proud and aware of his beauty to mind nudity. It made him vulnerable, but he was very stubbornly trying not to think about that fact.

Shy and wary and trying desperately to only show laziness and pride, Laurent settled again onto the bed. "My king."

It was almost shockingly easy to get Damen fully nude. He released the clasps of his chiton. "You think I could not manage to aim properly?" Damen's lips twitched. He had had plenty of practice rutting half-dressed without causing any extra work for his wardrobe's laundresses.

But Laurent seemed to want to be naked with him. Damen yielded. He too was unconcerned with his own nudity, the dark bronze of his skin seeming even darker against the crisp white of the sheets, the breadth of his muscles in relaxed quiescence.

Much more fascinating to Damen was the sight of Laurent's bareness, sprawled out beside him, his first glimpse at all of his new husband. Dark eyes swathed Laurent in unconcealed lust and wonder, the touch of his hand across Laurent's chest was reverent. "I wish my poet's skill was greater, that I could praise your beauty as it deserves."

He pressed forward, and a thigh brushed Laurent's leg as the leonine king bent down to kiss his lips.

Laurent could get used to being looked at like that. So many people looked at him as though he was something to possess. Damen, who did possess him, looked at him as though he was something wonderful.

His heart caught in his throat, and he warmed and relaxed as Damen kissed him. Returning it heatedly, Laurent sighed into it, letting himself focus only on the physical pleasure and not on his nerves.

Damen's body was so warm against him. Laurent regretted, a little, that they would be living in such a hot clime. He thought he might like the idea of living somewhere snowy and pressing against Damen's body for warmth.

Fingertips skimming over Damen's chest, Laurent hesitated again and again, fingers sliding down and then darting away like a spooked rabbit. He knew well enough how to touch himself, but he'd never touched anyone else, and Damen was intimidating, for all of Laurent's blithe dismissals. His fingers brushed Damen's shaft, then twitched away as though he'd been burned.

They had not had enough time last night to appreciate the bare contact of skin, Damen thought, marveling at the exquisite softness of Laurent against him. The softness was only surface, however; beneath, his body was firm, lithe, a dancer's tautness in his sinews and curves, like a well-strung bow.

Damen explored it with more and more sureness, once he saw that Laurent was not skittish about being touched. Touching in return, however...

The Akielon King grunted his amusement. "It doesn't bite." The nervous touch was more diverting than arousing, but kissing and petting Laurent had awakened the sleeping giant to more than half its waking state. "Unlike you."

Damen took Laurent's hand and curled it around himself, his own hand blanketing them both. "I like a strong grip, like a bold handshake." He squeezed Laurent's hand, which in turn made the clasp firmer, tighter around him. Against Laurent's palm, his cock twitched and stiffened a little more. He was big enough to need a good amount of stimulation to achieve his full potential. Or a very stimulating lover, which the provocative man in his bed certainly could be.

"I know what I'm doing," Laurent snapped, even though he didn't, really. Not from this angle. Not like this.

He bit down on the edge of Damen's jaw, taking his frustration out that way, which had the various advantages of stinging Damen and leaving a rather unmistakeable mark for the appreciation of the court later. Swatting away Damen's hand, Laurent immediately defied his guidance and cupped his palm lower, around Damen's sack. He rubbed his thumb in soft circles over the fragile testes, shifting them within their veil of skin and toying with Damen's reactions there rather than where Damen wanted him to touch.

Damen jumped in surprise, both from the bite (which he really should have been expecting) and the sudden flash of rebellion from Laurent. His muscles jumped too, ready to leap into whatever action was required of them, which was nothing in this case, but it took a moment or two for him to uncoil. He was used to instructing in bed, and to being obeyed, and Laurent was having none of it.

Damen couldn't say he minded. He liked being touched there; he often guided his lover's hands just as Laurent was doing. But...Laurent literally had him by the balls. He had two very important reasons to be worried about that.

"I know." His body stayed on edge, but his lips sighed an unconscious admission of pleasure and his eyelids drooped. Those fingers were being wonderfully gentle and skilled in their fondling. His knee pressed forward, thighs parting to allow the touch. "I know what I'm doing too, but I don't know what pleases you yet." He cupped Laurent's hip, stroked a thumb over the crease of his thigh. He'd never had such a beautifully volatile lover. At any moment there could be another vase shattered and storming-off.

He just hoped his balls weren't the vase.

Laurent softened a little at Damen's response. He nuzzled at Damen's cheek, soothed by the gentle touch and the lack of reprimand for his rebellion.

Tempted though Laurent was to tease the way he had last night, they did have some time restraints. His fingers released their hostages and trailed upward, lingering over Damen's cock. He didn't use the firm grip that Damen had requested, too curious about what other reactions he could get out of him. Stroking swift and light as he sought out sensitive spots, Laurent kept his eyes locked on Damen's face, studying him as though he were a puzzle to be solved.

Damen was learning. Which didn't mean he would always follow what he had learned; he thought it might be very satisfying, melting Laurent down in bed until he was did obey those commands. But for now, in the early stages of their intimacy, a light hand was more effective than a heavy blow, figuratively speaking.

"Does teasing me top that list?" He shifted subtly against Laurent's hand. He was obviously used to more, and to asking for more. But he submitted to the light touches with nothing more than a wry look at his lover.

His own hands were not idle, either. In every way, he wanted to know Laurent, to know his body so well that he could play any part of it to the fullest. He imitated Laurent's movements, spreading softly over his groin with a hand splayed across one thigh and the other sweeping gentle strokes along his length.

Laurent would easily find the best places to touch: the smooth rounded head, the dip of the ridge where it connected with the shaft, the thick vein up the underside, and oh the slit that was starting to leak precome. Damen inhaled. He was getting harder, even without the pressure he usually needed. His gaze flicked curiously at Laurent, darkening eyes revealing his own pleasure at the touches. He brushed a thumb over the delta of Laurent's frenulum. "Since you know yourself better than I...will you help me please you?"

"Teasing you does top that list," Laurent said, smiling at the thought of it. He pressed closer, splaying the fingers of his free hand over Damen's broad chest. "You're all fur," he said, tugging lightly at some of Damen's chest hair.

Tucking his head against Damen's shoulder to hide his face, Laurent nuzzled lightly at him. He contained his noises as best he could, with only his ragged breath to betray him.

Focused on Damen's pleasure, Laurent applied his attentions to the most sensitive spots, making an effort to overwhelm him with stimulation, wanting to see if he could muss Damen's confident control.

"It isn't that I don't want to," he replied, pressing closer against Damen and providing no useful information.

"It proves useful up north," Damen admitted. He did not admit how much that light tugging affected him, but it didn't matter; his nipples formed dusky peaks at the crest of his rolling chest muscles, betraying his enjoyment. A sudden vision of pressing Laurent back into a pile of furs in the snowy heights of the Vaskian mountains clouded his senses. It was breathtaking, in every sense of the word.

He felt the soft wisp of Laurent's breath and muffled murmurs hushed against his breast. It seemed a precious secret to Damen. He nodded. He could tell Laurent was concentrating, applying all his powers of persuasion to Damen's cock. He appreciated it; it felt good of course, and Laurent's touch was both adept and oddly affectionate.

But...Damen did like pleasing in bed, perhaps even more than being pleased. He brushed his lips across Laurent's forehead where it nestled against his chest. His hand rolled broadly, encompassingly over Laurent. He kept the strokes light, measured, slowly rhythmic like a dance between his fingers and the shifting firmness of Laurent's length. "But?"

Laurent made a tiny noise at the kiss to his forehead. Unaccustomed to gestures of affection, he was surprised by it, and it left him unguarded for a moment.

"I told you," Laurent said, removing his hand and pulling back a little from Damen. He looked away, acting unaffected despite the roil of emotions inside his chest. Yearning and insecurity mixed with a dozen other emotions, and Laurent had no hope of making sense of it. "It's a waste of time. You may as well just see to yourself."

Damen looked closely at him for the space of a few breaths. That Laurent avoided his gaze merely gave him more opportunity to look. He'd never met anyone like this man whom he had married. What had made him pull away, exactly?

Damen couldn't tell exactly, but it didn't trouble him. He touched Laurent's jaw, lightly, with the hand curled nearest his face. "I know." Laurent had told him, oblique though it had been, and he'd understood the general state if not the specifics.

That didn't stop him either.

He turned on the bed until Laurent was pressed back against the mattress and he was half-on top of him. Their laps nested together, Damen's bare hardness pressing Laurent. "Let me see to us both," he supplicated, as his hand twined between them to easily encircle both of their cocks. "Even if it's a...waste of time, as you say." He bent his head over Laurent's cheek, pressed his lips there too in a gentle kiss. "I like feeling you."

Laurent pressed his chin into the hand on his jaw, closing his eyes to savor the feeling of it. Damen treated him like he was precious, even after all that Laurent had done to convince him otherwise.

Startled by the shift in their position, Laurent smiled at the kiss. He twined his arms up around Damen's shoulders, tangling one hand in his hair. It felt good, having Damen above him like this. Pinning him down, holding their cocks together as he took control.

Everything felt easier, for once, as he released his own control and let Damen do as he pleased. Even if it was a waste of time, at least Damen would finish, and they would get their evidence. It lifted the sense of expectation that Laurent felt, and let him just enjoy the moment for what it was, even if he didn't achieve completion.

"Damen," he murmured, tucking his face against Damen's cheek and starting to shift beneath him, undulating his hips into Damen's grip as he sought his pleasure.

Something shifted, changed, like the sigh of a breeze turned compass-points. Unquestioning, Damen let it guide his body toward Laurent's, into the sheets, into the welcoming cradle of his lover's lap. There was give in the murmur of fingers in his hair, in the aqueous swell of hips, even in the murmur of -

"Oh." He - hadn't heard that name from another's lips in so many years. A strange, nameless ripple passed over him. The glimpse of memory, but closer to the surface, the shimmer of longing that the intimate affection brought with it. He was more deeply roused by that than by any touch Laurent could have given him just then.

Breathing heavily, Damen pressed his face to Laurent's. He let his motions speak for him: the snug cradle of his hand wrapped around them, the slow rumble of hip and thigh and buttock cresting over Laurent to rock their lengths together, the brush of his other hand through Laurent's hair as he reclined on one elbow. His lips moved against Laurent's cheekbone but he spoke no words, just curled his palm in lazy squeezes around Laurent's cock and his, treasuring the warm juncture of flesh, the softness and hardness combined there.

Laurent lost himself to it, submerged in the feelings of trust and pleasure. He'd known this man for a mere handful of days, and felt as though his heart might burst with yearning and affection. Everything he felt was Damen, his Damen, his king.

Twisting his neck so that he could claim Damen's lips, Laurent keened once, kissing him with heated, desperate passion.

Forgetting all else, he moved with Damen, beneath Damen, conscious of nothing but the iron and silk grip of Damen's hand between them. He chased the sensations, intoxicated by pleasure, and was taken utterly by surprise when he spilled himself between them, with only a shudder and a gasp as warning.

Bewildered, Laurent broke the kiss and let go, brows furrowed as he stared at Damen.

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."

Deeply embarrassed and more than a little spooked, Laurent scowled at him. He wasn't quite sure if he was being mocked, and he wanted to bolt and hide from all the confusing new experiences of his life, but his pride wouldn't allow it.

For once, Laurent was speechless, caught without even a smart remark. He panted softly, recovering from the pleasure of it, and watched Damen's eyes, not knowing how he was supposed to react.

The reality of the situation seemed impossible. Laurent had always struggled to bring himself pleasure, and yet this foreign barbarian had wrung an orgasm from him in mere moments, without doing anything more significant than rutting against him.

Laurent was sort of adorable when he scowled. Damen enjoyed the sight of it probably far too much.

No smart comment? Impressive. And a notch on his bedpost, when it came to Laurent. Damen bent down to kiss him again, softly and briefly. It's all right. The confusion of feelings that the sudden reversal must have brought...he wondered to himself if this was the first pleasuring Laurent had had with another man before, thought it likely, and the thought pleased him.

He shifted off of Laurent and reached for his husband's hips to roll him over onto his stomach, where he would press against the sheets, wetness and all. "Help me paint the bed," Damen said, lips bent over Laurent's ear. He brushed a kiss there, and his hand drifted down over Laurent's exposed back, over the curves of his buttocks. The touch was very nearly a question, asking for more.

[Hot-dogging. Yes? If Laurent will behave himself.]

Laurent allowed himself to be moved onto his stomach, though he watched Damen over his shoulder with suspicion. He didn't know what Damen had in mind, and thought the position was unusual for what Damen had said that they weren't doing this morning.

He did, however, like the feeling of Damen above him, kissing the back of his ear. Damen was soothingly gentle, and Laurent wanted to bask in it, though his instincts insisted it was a better idea to tense up and scowl, so he did.

"Thought you were in a hurry," Laurent said, suggesting that Damen should go ahead and do whatever it was he thought he was doing.

So suspicious. Damen would be wary too, flipped onto his stomach with Laurent behind him. But that would mean he had his back to Laurent, which made all the difference in the world.

He couldn't stop himself from stroking the all-too-beautiful lines of Laurent's pale back. He was marble-perfect. Emphasis on marble.

Damen knew himself, knew his own body's tendencies when he felt the way he did now, an unfurling warmth gathered in his chest that somehow had the power to take over his feted stamina. "This won't take long," he replied, a self-deprecating smile forming against the back of Laurent's neck.

He shifted over him, his knees and a hand taking most of his weight, afraid to crush the more delicate man beneath him. His right hand, still slick with Laurent's spend, found the soft warm space between full cheeks and worshipped there for a moment. A fantasy of sinking deeper, with hands and then cock, and making Laurent entirely his own, made Damen's head spin wildly. He forced himself to breathe. To remember their obligations this morning.

He didn't have to time to do it properly. Just this would have to be enough.

Damen guided his erection between the beautiful rolling mounds and pressed slowly, shallowly, along their crease. There was nothing penetrative about it. The thick shape of him eased in the suggestion of a thrust as Laurent's cheeks were dampened by his own seed.

Breathing harder at that first intoxicating slide, Damen nosed at the hollow behind Laurent's ear. "You make me want to lose myself."

Laurent tensed as Damen's hand slicked the space between his cheeks, probing at the sensitive skin. It seemed so brash and hurried, after what Damen had said earlier, but Laurent made no objection, because he wanted it to happen, wanted to know what it felt like, wanted to possess Damen utterly.

Gasping in surprised arousal as Damen settled above him, grinding along the cleft of his ass, Laurent's eyes widened, cheeks flushing, emotions unguarded on his face for just a moment because he knew that Damen couldn't see his expression.

"I understand I have that effect on people," Laurent said, his usual dry tone breathier than usual. Damen was big, and the motion of him against Laurent's ass was like a promise.

Laurent squirmed beneath him, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable to be used like this, but Damen's weight above him was solid, trapping him in place. Tense with nerves, Laurent dropped his head against his own arms, trying to contain the panic. He felt blissful. He felt terrified.

This was closer to what he'd been dreaming about since those early flirtations than anything they'd done thus far. Even when he'd had a single touch inside Laurent, it hadn't come with the visceral closeness that the press of hips and buttock and cock gave him. Damen pressed closer. He wanted to wrap around Laurent until every single bit of him belonged to Damen.

He spread his hands over Laurent's shoulders, caressing, soothing, holding. The squirm of Laurent's body was exquisite. Damen felt the shifting rub of flesh against him and heard himself groan, low and guttural.

"When you spoke...of those men who would touch you here...I wanted to put my hands around their throats." Unconsciously, he let more of his body drape over Laurent's, as if to cover him from any other's touch. The motion of hips had a hypnotic quality, the even keel of a ship in calm seas sluicing through the spray, or the gentle swing of a baby's cradle.

"And then I wanted to touch you myself, here. To...feel you want that touch." One hand moved down Laurent's side, stroking the contour of his waist and hip, settling around the place where outer thigh met buttock. The rest of him was blanketed in Damen, the flush overlay of Damen's pelvis rocking him into the mattress, the broadness of his chest encompassing Laurent's back. The only way they could be closer was to breach that final hurdle. Later.

"Are you jealous of them, my king?" Laurent asked, soft and dangerous, laying the question like a trap. He shuddered beneath Damen, struggling with his own nature. He wanted this. He felt trapped.

Trembling as Damen's hand settled there, as Damen moved against him, intimate and possessive, Laurent's breath stuttered, heart pounding.

"Hurry up already," he snapped, trying to hide his nerves and vulnerability with irritation, just like he so often did. Anything else was dangerous, and would get him hurt.

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Laurent: not a direction-follower

RIP Damen's future babies

screw you Damen's future babies

None for you, Laurent

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is this some kind of orgasm trick are you an orgasm sorcerer

Warlock cum laude

if laurent will behave himself... well let's not cast any bets

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