marlowemuses | This will be happily ever after...

"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.

"I didn't expect that my demands would be so swiftly fulfilled," Laurent replied, fond and sweet. All smiles and pleasure once again, he hugged his arms around Damen's shoulders, luring him into kiss after kiss.

"Two fingers, Damen," Laurent groaned, laughing softly at Damen's wariness. He appreciated it, how careful Damen was to treat him gently, but that did nothing to diminish his impatience. "I didn't clench down so much that you need to start over. I've certainly done as much to myself, when I've gotten impatient in the past."

Smirking a little at that confession, Laurent nipped at Damen's lips, shameless and coaxing. "Damen."

"I was anxious to oblige," Damen rejoindered, surprised by how easily they slid back into their stimulating banter even in bed, but thoroughly enjoying it. "As I am now." An eyebrow at that rather...provocative...confession. "I thought we had established that my fingers are much bigger."

He gave Laurent another penetrating glance to make sure that his demands and his body were in alignment as Damen (still carefully) insinuated another finger in. He did take his time; he'd rather wear Laurent's patience thin than run the chance of hurting him again. This time, he was thorough, methodical, working not to tease Laurent into a frenzy but coax him wide and stretched. Fortunately, everything was still slick and softened from Damen's earlier attentions, and kisses did the rest of the work of keeping Laurent relaxed and happy. (Hopefully.)

He snugged his ring finger against Laurent's rim. "Can you take a third?" It would help, quite a bit.

"I think so," Laurent said, relaxed and comforted by the care and the kisses. Lounging back against the pillows, he hooked a single finger around one of Damen's curls, using that to tug him in for kiss after kiss. It delighted him, being able to control someone as powerful as Damen with a single finger, and he liked having Damen on such a very short leash.

"I admit that I've never had anything as large as you in me before," Laurent said, smirking and flirtatious as he rolled his hips against Damen's fingers. "But I feel confident."

Damen laughed, a soft breathy sound far from his usual rumble. Laurent so easily pulled him in, and he couldn't even fight it, urge upon urge bringing him back to the promise of Laurent's lips. The tug of his hair seemed to thread down his spine and curl somewhere between his heart and his pelvis. He brushed Laurent's lips, tilted up to kiss his nose.

"Flattering. But your ambitiousness deserves a reward, I think." Slowly easing in, the three twined fingers filled Laured until Damen could just feel the shape of the place he was looking for. He pressed in. Fingertips applied diligently in supplication. A rub, a circle, pressure given and taken away, as Damen let the width of his fingers work Laurent open with each slow plunge in, until he was finger-fucking him in earnest.

Laurent kept possession of that curl, keeping Damen close and watching Damen's eyes. It meant that he let Damen see all his expressions, as well, unguarded as pleasure flickered over his face, eyelashes fluttering as Damen found that sensitive spot inside him and thrust his fingers unerringly against it.

"Damen," he moaned, body quivering with pleasure at the sensations that Damen offered. Reaching down, he finally pushed Damen's hand away. Unsteady but determined, he pushed at Damen, shifting their positions so that he could straddle Damen's lap.

Resting his arms on Damen's chest and smirking down at him, Laurent rolled his hips back against Damen's cock, not quite able to get the right angle until he reached one hand down to grasp Damen, guiding him inside. This way, he could be sure of things, confident in his control of the situation.

Damen erred on the side of taking too much time, overcompensating if need be for his lack of preparation before. Laurent's body was something he could spend endless hours doting on. As long as there were no demands in Akielon to be fucked, they would do just fine like this for a while.

He would have gone on like that indefinitely had not Laurent pushed his hand away. Yielding, Damen watched him and let himself be maneuvered onto his back for Laurent to climb on top of him. Realization struck him and he reached for Laurent's hips, steadying him and helping to guide him into place. He let his husband lead the way this time, knowing that this was the most critical of their couplings, the one that would pave the way for their future intimacies. Laurent's comfort and enjoyment was his sole focus.

That was the theory, at least. The reality of Laurent's tight heat sinking over him made Damen inhale sharply and grip his lover's hips. He hissed, holding himself almost still, simply tipping his hips to let himself ease into the soft oiled flesh of Laurent's body. His face betrayed his pleasure. He couldn't hold it back, not when he was holding the rest of himself in such reservation, letting Laurent take things in his time.

Laurent smiled, pleased by the sight of Damen struggling to contain his enjoyment. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss just under Damen's chin, as he rocked his hips gently back against Damen's cock, taking him in a little at a time, letting his body adjust to it.

As he got halfway down, he had to sit up for a better angle, lips parted and eyes unfocused as he concentrated on his task. Damen was big, but it felt good, coaxing his body to take it. Twice, he lifted off completely, hissing a little at the clench in his muscles. He dropped his eyes when he did so, not wanting Damen to see his frustration at having failed, and tried again a moment later, until he could sink down entirely onto Damen's shaft.

Arching forward, he let his head hang, body trembling at the experience of being split open and filled in that way. "Damen," he groaned, full-body shudders going through him as he rocked his hips just slightly, finding that the small motions made it easier than remaining still.

Damen exhaled, the sound of it ragged against Laurent's cheek, and willed himself still as Laurent's heat enveloped him, the tight slick heat of him sinking down little by little. Oh, how he wanted to just thrust up into it, push himself deep inside Laurent's body and make him his own. But he couldn't, he couldn't, and he tightened his fingers around the slim hips, eyes on Laurent's abdomen as he dug his teeth into his bottom lip.

The withdrawal was painful, and Damen wondered if Laurent wouldn't be able to go through with it after all. He steeled himself, and slid a hand up Laurent's torso, about to draw him down, to kiss him and tell him it was all right, they could do things other ways, it would be fine for now, Damen would spend more time on him next time...

But there, there was that deep heat, sinking with infinite slowness over him, and Damen gritted his teeth and guided him down, not moving a single muscle besides those hands girding Laurent's hips. He nodded. "There, ah, there, Laurent...oh...." It was tight, and slick, and hot, and Damen was close to losing it. He exhaled. "Take...your time. Whatever you need."

Laurent braced his arms on Damen's chest, lips curling in a half-grin. "I will," he murmured, with a teasing, flirtatious edge to it, all charm and challenge. He sought his own pleasure, trusting Damen to let him, and appreciating Damen's hands on his hips, helping and lifting him.

Rocking his hips gently into that grip, Laurent lifted off a little more each time, so utterly focused on the movements and the satisfaction of being filled that he didn't realize how close he was until he was spilling himself, body clenching around Damen as he came. "Damen," he gasped, shaking with the unexpected orgasm.

Embarrassed and sensitive, Laurent dropped his head forward again, tucking his face by the side of Damen's neck. "A moment," he said, panting softly as he recovered. He stayed where he was, thighs clenched tight on either side of Damen's hips. He could feel his pulse pounding in the ring of muscle at his entrance, throbbing around Damen's girth.

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