marlowemuses | This will be happily ever after...

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.

Damen knew better than to disobey.

His own body weeping with arousal and unmitigated need, he moved into the twine of Laurent's writhes, pressing his finger ever deeper. Another. He pulled the first back, brought its mate twining with it, and plunged them unerringly into Laurent. His tongue lashed a cascading slick around and between them as the two digits together wriggled a path within Laurent. They searched out their jewel, a knobby little thing which, when found, Damen rubbed and teased like a treasure-hunter shining a dusty gem.

That please had undone him. He would do anything Laurent asked him, anything in the world.

Crying out with pleasure as Damen's fingers worked so skillfully within him, aided by that coaxing tongue, Laurent shuddered beneath him. Waves of pleasure throbbed through him as Damen fingered him, unerringly finding that sensitive place within him that Laurent's fingers could never quite reach.

Every inch of his body was inflamed with need, and he tugged at Damen's hair, pulling him up and forward now instead of pushing him down. "Damen," he said, voice breaking as his body quivered. "Fuck me."

He used the Akielon phrase so that there could be no doubt as to his intention. The Veretian vocabulary for sex was all flowery euphemism, playing around with hints and promises.

Damen drew up with the tug of Laurent's hand, ever mindful of his husband's sensitive responses. He'd wondered when it would be too much - was this it - ?

Fuck me.

His cock reacted before his brain could, a little jolt of precome spilling from his slit and making a rivulet down his length as he vibrated with need. He stared down at Laurent, eyes ablaze, body tensed with barely restrained urges. He could not mistake the Akielon words. He could not deny them both what they wanted more than anything.

Before he could stop to think, to do anything but act on Laurent's pleading, Damen was on top of him, sinking between Laurent's legs and pressing the tip of his cock to that wet (so wet) entrance. "Laurent," he whispered.

And then he was plunging in, knowing Laurent would still be tight, he hadn't worked him open enough, he hadn't even gotten a third finger in, and Damen was so big, he couldn't possibly fit, and so he stopped halfway, the tip of his cock pressing just so on an angle within Laurent, almost there where his fingers had been but not quite. The heat of him surrounded Damen, plucked at his senses until all he was aware of was Laurent.

Laurent hugged his arms around Damen's shoulders as Damen moved on top of him, spreading his legs eagerly. Damen's cock against his entrance felt incredible, promising, everything he needed, but then Damen was inside of him and it hurt. It was too much, too quickly, and Laurent had never had something so big inside of him. He cried out, body trembling, because he was so close, but the sharp stretch in his muscles hurt, too much, too much.

"Damen," he whimpered, sharp with reprimand, and pushed at him, trying to get him off, but Laurent's muscles were too lax with pleasure and trembling with adrenaline, and he couldn't do anything more than paw weakly at Damen's chest.

The cry broke the spell. Damen stiffened, hearing the edge of pain in it, and drew up to examine Laurent's face. The expression there told him everything he needed. Anguish twisted in his gut at the very idea of hurting Laurent. He'd been a fool to forget himself like that, to plunge ahead without remembering his lover's newness. It nearly broke him, that he'd been more careful with his slaves' First Nights then with his own husband.

Without a second's hesitation, he was pulling out and rolling to the side and gathering Laurent to his chest in a soothing embrace. "I'm sorry, my husband, so sorry," Damen mumbled in Laurent's ear. "I lost myself for want of you. I'll prepare you more. It won't be like that." His hands moved over Laurent in cradling, placating gestures; his lips moved across Laurent's face in a shower of kisses. "If you would still...like to try? How is it, now?" Damen sounded distraught, almost desperate to make sure Laurent was all right. His own needs were forgotten; all his focus was turned towards caring for the man in his arms.

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Surprised but soothed by the devoted kisses, Laurent laughed very softly, finding it easy to forgive him when he was so sincerely apologetic. "You enormous oaf," he grumbled, nuzzling at Damen and pushing his hand down between Laurent's legs. "Do you treat all your virgins like that?"

Laurent bit Damen's jaw, feeling that the bite was duly earned. "I liked it. Hurt, but I liked it."

Relief washed over Damen to hear Laurent already laughing and jesting with him again. He bestowed more cuddles and kisses as he let his hand be guided back down. There was too much at stake to risk that touchiest of subjects between them, but Damen gave an eloquent harrumph and slid his fingers in a circle around Laurent's hole. "Only husbands who demand to be fucked in no uncertain terms." He'd know better next time.

The bite was not undeserved. Damen let him have it. "Did you?" The worry uncurled in him, softening into satisfaction. He smiled. "You might like it even more, with a little more, hmm...patience." This time, the teasing chide might apply to the both of them.

A single finger slipped back inside Laurent, easily, soothing for a moment before Damen began to work it in and out of him.

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