marlowemuses | This will be happily ever after...

Laurent sighed with pleasure at the kiss, tangling his hands into Damen's hair to keep him close and giving himself fully into the kiss. He moaned softly, shivering with want. His own doubts and desires frustrated him, making his head spin.

Breathless but smiling again when the kiss broke, Laurent watched his husband's eyes for a moment. "Would you like to finger me?" he suggested, slightly guarded but mostly inviting.

Damen focused on the softness of Laurent's mouth, the slide of clutching fingers through his mouth, anything to distract the both of them from the way Laurent was naked next to him. Patience was a very cultivated virtue in their bed. He feared to trample it underfoot in his clumsy eagerness.

Which is why the question left him dumbfounded, lips parted, a rich red from their kisses. Certain things might have been...logical deductions, once Laurent's pants came off. This one was not necessarily one of them. Damen struggled for lucidity, much less coherency. He fell into the deep blue of Laurent's eyes. His own gave away his struggle. Lust, longing, amazement, and utter surprise, leaving him unsure quite how to react to the invitation.

"I - yes," he blurted out. He bent forward, claiming Laurent's lips again. This spared him the need to talk for several more seconds, while properly expressing his willingness and desire to touch whatever part of Laurent's body he was allowed to. Once parted, he occupied himself reaching for the little vial of oil that was now discreetly tucked in the bedside drawer.

"Where would you like to be while I do this?" Damen normally would have arranged a lover in exactly the pose he wanted them for this task, but he hoped that giving Laurent his choice would help with any nerves.

"Right where I am," Laurent said, giving one of Damen's curls a gentle tug to coax him into another soft kiss. "In your arms."

Nervous but wanting, Laurent spread his legs, offering himself for Damen. His heart was pounding, worried that something would go awry yet again, leaving them both unsatisfied. "Damen."

That didn't take much coaxing; Damen was as liberal with his kisses as a newly wedded man possibly could be. The answer pleased him very much. He smiled, a soft hopeful thing as he gazed at Laurent. "I could not have chosen better."

Very carefully, he arranged his husband's body around his own for the best access, one leg splayed across Damen's lap, before letting himself at last gaze downward to appreciate Laurent in his full glory. The sweep of his eyes left tender caresses everywhere he looked. He slid a hand up the back of Laurent's thigh, almost worshipping. "I'm afraid to tell you how beautiful you are like this."

He met Laurent's eyes once more. There was a smile in Damen's. He let his touch drift over one buttock, then shallowly between. "I never did finish my head-to-toe map of you."

Laurent's eyes widened at Damen's statement that he could not have chosen better. He'd been certain that Damen deeply regretted his choice, or that at best Damen found him tolerable. The praise that Damen could not have chosen better was... unbelievable.

He blushed at the praise, stunned by the way that Damen admired him. Damen was so careful and respectful, and yet so appreciative, and it made Laurent want to bask. "Are you going to?" Laurent asked, his smile coy and playful.

His three days of marriage with Laurent had been wild, unpredictable, at times frustrating, but Damen did not regret his choice. The Laurent he'd found within these rooms was so much more fascinating and worthy of adoration than the beautiful, amusing Prince he'd been infatuated with. He wanted with all his heart to trust it entirely to Laurent. He chose to take these risks with him now, showing Laurent just how cherished he was.

Damen's touches curled around slim hips and firm cheeks. "I plan to. Perhaps with several expeditions. I seem to be nearing territory that calls for...spelunking." His face remained placid, but there was a gleam in his eye that answered that smile of Laurent's, teasing and delighted. His hands cradled his lover's body, making tracks across his lower torso, the planes of his abdomen, the gentle curve of hips, the creases of his thighs. His movements had a sort of slow, deliberate method to them, like he really was memorizing the shapes beneath his palms, the reactions each bit of skin earned him. He carefully explored everywhere except the obvious. The most critical juncture was pointedly avoided, in favor of learning every other precious inch of Laurent.

"Spelunking?" Laurent repeated, groaning. He scuffed the top of his foot lightly against Damen's head in playful reprimand at that word choice. He laughed, feeling more relaxed and playful, and then gasped and arched as Damen's fingertips skimmed over a sensitive spot. "Damen," he groaned, laughing and squirming. He liked Damen's hands exploring his skin.

Damen grinned. He was caught up in the waves of Laurent's laughter, like some benevolent riptide carrying him out to joyous sea. He bent, pressed his lips to Laurent's collarbone, teased at the sensitive area he'd found. "You cannot fault me for trying out some of my extensive Veretian vocabulary. Your land has some...interesting...words."

With considerable speculation, he eyed the lanky suppleness of Laurent's leg, magnanimously ignoring the fact that he'd just been clipped with it. "You're flexible." An observation. An interesting observation. Without ceremony, he slid some of the oil over his fingers and returned to his intimate mapping of Laurent's backside. "Beautiful, flexible...you're a man's dream lover, husband." Damen hardly dared admit how profoundly he longed for it, as his oiled fingertips moved along the valley of lush cheeks and began to warm the skin there, working lower and lower.

"Yes," Laurent said, pleased with the praise but feeling very slightly buttered up in anticipation of something. His breath caught as Damen's fingers moved between his legs, lashes fluttering and back lifting just slightly off the bed. "Spelunking is not generally a bedroom word," he said. "Not a word that any fluent Veretian would use in the bedroom."

He pushed his foot against Damen's shoulder, playfully pushing him backward, clearly not having any interest in succeeding at this discouragement. They both knew perfectly well that when Laurent wanted something to stop, he made himself entirely clear. This was just another form of play, like when he used his tongue to parry Damen's tongue away while they kissed.

Damen looked at him from half-lowered lids. "I am hardly a proper Veretian, am I?" Every line of him screamed Akielos. In the morning light, his skin was a burnished bronze, set off by the whiteness of the sheets around him. The powerful sinews of his body gave the impression of a man ready to spring into action, even in repose.

But that playful shove was no threat, as the easy relaxation of Laurent's body proclaimed. Damen was not put off. He just laughed and caught at Laurent's foot. "What sort of words should a well-versed Veretian use in the bedroom, then?" He lightly touched the captured extremity, running fingers along the sole. His thumb traced the graceful arch all the way up to the ball of the foot. A little playful rebuttal, which might well earn him a kick to the nose, but he was prepared for it.

Laurent tugged half-heartedly to free his foot, and then arched as Damen tickled him, groaning quietly with the pleasure of it. He was ticklish, that he'd known, but he'd never been tickled by a lover, and thus had never known that the stimulation of it could be so distinctly arousing. "Fingering," he answered, slightly more breathless than he would have liked. "Pleasuring. Touching."

Laurent made another squirming effort to free his foot, peering warily at Damen because this was unfamiliar terrain, even though he was much enjoying it.

Damen merely watched him with satisfaction, surprised that Laurent yielded so easily to the teasing stimulation. He tipped his head to the side, enjoying the rather...wide-spread view the extension of Laurent's leg afforded him. "Fine words. But not nearly so descriptive for map-making purposes."

He bent his head and encircled the long limb more securely in his arm. But rather than applying more tickling caresses to Laurent's foot, Damen turned his head and pressed his face to the arch of an ankle. Just as Erasmus had done (and Isander had attempted) when they were selected, although Damen did not put his lips to Laurent's foot itself, as they had done to their masters. His movement was the impulsive affection and yielding that that particular nuzzle of a cheek against the swell of the calf would signify, whether Laurent knew the meaning of the gesture or not.

It was something a King never did. But Damen did it for his husband.

"Fine, then," Laurent said. His heart was pounding from the pleasure of Damen's affection. He didn't catch the particular significance of the gesture, but he understood the truer meaning of it, and understood that Damen treated him in a way that he would never have treated anyone else, slave or no. Damen treated him as an equal. A lover. A cherished partner.

Extending his other leg, he hooked his ankle around Damen's hip, wanting the contact with him. "If it were a Veretian map, it would be marked as treasure, meant only for the King of Akielos."

Chest full of some emotion he could not name and did not try to, Damen gazed at his husband with deepening longing for everything that he could imagine having with him. Not much frightened him, but this massive unknown did. He cupped Laurent's knee, pressing a kiss to the inside of it. His rumble of approbation would be felt there; his treasure. He burned to claim that privilege.

His kisses could travel up and up, never stopping until he'd buried himself in Laurent. The parted spread of those legs giving him full access, mouth and tongue and fingers combined. "And if the King meant to find this treasure..." Damen bent forward, leaning Laurent back to brush his lips up the line of inner thigh. "Would his tongue be allowed to speak at the entrance to it?"

His dark eyes focused on Laurent's as he asked for the daring request, prepared to settle nerves, hoping he wouldn't get pushed away for real.

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Laurent laughed as Damen tilted him back and kissed his thigh. Embarrassed and happy, he grinned at Damen, loving his playfulness.

Stunned by that request, his jaw dropped, eyes widening. He'd never imagined that Damen would suggest such an act. It was the sort of thing only performed by pets, as far as Laurent knew. Or slaves. Not by a king. "What?" he said, voice soft, deeply tempted, even though it felt impossible.

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Damen would never get his fill of those laughs. Hearing them, there could be nothing wrong with the world, as long as his Laurent was happy. Pleased, he nuzzled more firmly, scraping his teeth against his lover's thigh very gently, much softer than Laurent's own bites.

He watched Laurent's face intently, seeing the shock register there, the incredulity and amazement, and yet no nervousness or alarm. Damen counted that a very good sign. His kisses advanced, softer and with no bite as he drew higher up the V of Laurent's thighs, until he was just beneath the curve of his sac.

Softly, he massaged Laurent's other leg with his oiled hand. "I could touch you with just my hand, or I could use my mouth too. Both can be...very pleasurable. Would you like to try?" The words flowed out of him now with ease; the more he practiced it, in fact, the easier it had gotten, till Damen didn't even have to think about it this time.

"I... it's considered degrading," Laurent explained to him, cheeks dark with a blush as he watched Damen, his face so very close to Laurent's ass. "I don't understand why... why you'd want to. I don't expect that of you."

Tentative but wanting Damen, wanting to touch, Laurent let one of his hands settle into Damen's curls, holding tight to reassure himself that Damen wouldn't leave him.

"Degrading?" Damen turned his face up from between Laurent's thighs, with the most tempting peripheral vision as he surveyed the flush on Laurent's cheeks. "A King decides what is honorable for him to do. Or a Prince."

He curled his hand in a very slow rub up the underside of Laurent's sac, sliding back down to circle his perineum with warm slick fingertips. "I enjoy doing this. I'd like you to enjoy having it. It would be my pleasure." Damen meant the phrase literally, as he meant most things.

His breath was hot and damp against the intimate curve of Laurent's buttocks. "Let me lick you open with my tongue, Laurent. Let me taste what none other will."

The touch of Damen's fingers combined with Damen's breath was far more than he could resist, especially when Damen was coaxing him into letting himself be pleasured. "Oh," he sighed, melting back into the covers and shivering at the warm touch of Damen's breath in such an intimate place. "Damen."

Nodding dazedly, he tightened his hand in Damen's hair, pushing down gently to encourage him. "Damen."

Damen had come this far; he was on edge with anticipation, finally so close to his prize, the last words slipping from his mouth before he could help it, but Laurent was distracted and Damen was safe. He nuzzled close. Each murmur of his name urged him on, drawn in by the clear tug of Laurent's fingers.

He laughed, soft and low.

Warm breath wafted the intimate stretch of skin, and Damen's tongue traced the same path as his fingers. He could feel his own body trembling as he took Laurent's legs between his hands and bent down deeper. He was tasting the most intimate part of Laurent, the pinnacle of trust, almost unbelievable to him.

With a soft kiss, he was licking lower, right around the pert pucker, slipping the long length of his tongue over the ripples of that tight gather, while his fingers massaged the spread buttocks around it.

Laurent's defenses unraveled almost immediately at the exquisite, soothing pleasure of Damen's tongue flicking over his sensitive skin. He cried out, loud for once in his life, finally dropping enough of his control to express himself without restraint. "Damen," he panted, amazed that he was able to experience anything so dizzyingly wonderful. Whimpering and keening shamelessly, Laurent tangled both of his hands into Damen's hair, holding on with jealous, eager lust as Damen explored him. "Damen!"

Damen was beginning to grow addicted to the sound of his name falling from Laurent's lips. Each sweet cry thrilled him to the core, more beautiful than any music Laurent could have sung. He hummed his approval of it. The vibrations were trapped between Laurent's skin and Damen's mouth, feeding back to his lips in a full circle.

He sought out more cries, more agonized utterances of his name. This was how he'd dreamed of Laurent being for him: like molten gold, poured over the sheets and rippling in abject pleasure under Damen's body. There was no better reward for his patience than this.

Softly, he lapped and delved, mapping out each intricacy of the treasure he sought. The tip of his tongue quested delicately, a slippery warm silky thing insinuating slowly deeper.

Melting into the sheets, Laurent closed his eyes, giving himself over completely to sensation and Damen. His fingers twitched and trembled against Damen's scalp, tugging at his hair, only just aware of himself enough to keep from pulling too sharply. He murmured Damen's name like it was the only word he knew, the only word that mattered.

He'd never known this, never known that anything could be like this, with a lover devoted to his pleasure. All his doubts about Damen crumbled, trusting entirely to Damen's generosity when it came to pleasure. "More, Damen," he begged.

A fuller growl hushed against Laurent, full of wordless pleasure at the tug of those fingers, the continuous loop of the only name he ever wanted to hear in those tones from Laurent's mouth. Damen was his. And so, too, was Laurent Damen's. They might have yet to fully consummate their marriage, but in every other way he knew they were already joined.

He could do no less than what he was asked, supplicated even. Damen slowly speared his lover's body with his tongue. He'd never tended so carefully or so thoroughly to this area before; on Laurent, it was pure joy to feel him come apart at the seams with each subsequent lick and lathe. He coaxed Laurent open so sweetly, he might have been a kitten lapping milk that had dripped into a crevice.

Just as slowly, he circled around with the tip of a finger and began, bit by bit, to work it inside in concert with his tongue. The deeper he went, the more he focused on every noise Laurent made, every twitch of his body, as tight heat began to surround his finger, the softer warmth of the rim bathed in the rhythm of Damen's licks.

Laurent moaned low as Damen's finger entered him, giving him what he'd asked for. His hips rocked into it, whole body writhing against the bed as he ground his hips up, trying to get more, deeper penetration. "Another, Damen. Damen."

Laurent whimpered, whole body shaking with arousal and need. "Damen," Laurent begged again, instinctively pushing Damen's head down, seeking the penetration that he so desperately needed. "Please," he panted, a word that he might otherwise have denied knowing.

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