marlowemuses | This will be happily ever after...

"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.

That smile, so Laurent. Damen couldn't tear himself away from it. He focused on it as he felt Laurent rolling above him, a slow exploratory quest of hips and legs and bodies connecting, Damen so quiescent beneath him save for a subtle draw up into Laurent's pleasure, the bent of his movements....

And as suddenly as a summer squall, Laurent was coming over him, spilling over Damen's abdomen, the deep-hewn valleys there bathed in Laurent's spend. Damen closed his eyes, clenched his jaw as he felt the press of Laurent's face against his neck. He heard the plea, felt the beg of his lover's inexperienced body, but the sudden, wrenching clench of it in orgasm was too much for him. He surrounded Laurent in his arms, pulling him forward with an arm behind his head, and with a low growl against Laurent's lips, Damen was coming, a thick throbbing jet within his husband, any shame forgotten in the reckless joy of having Laurent.

Laurent panted for a few moments longer, recovering himself, and as soon as he could manage anything other than panting, he laughed, breathy and teasing. "Disappointing," he drawled, nipping at Damen's earlobe. "I was hoping you'd last a little longer than that."

Lazy and warm with contentment, Laurent nuzzled at him, enjoying the solid heat of Damen inside of him and Damen's thick arms embracing him.

Damen shivered, groaned, and felt a mingling of delighted contentment that he'd finally, finally, had all of Laurent by every legal definition of marriage, and conscientious embarrassment that he'd spilled like a teenager at his first thrust inside a lover. He nipped back. "And I. I was looking forward to making love to you for a long, long time until you came around me."

So saying, Damen stayed buried in him, soft but slick with the mingled oil and spend, and his arms tight around Laurent's body, and his face turned to find Laurent's mouth again. He kissed it hungrily. and his body surged upwards as he drew in a breath against Laurent's jaw. "Would you like to go again, husband? Feel me grow thick inside you, take you as you should be taken?"

Laurent shivered at the suggestion, nipping at Damen in return and then catching his lips for another kiss and another.

The kisses were his assent, distracted as he was by them. Kissing was far more important than talking. Laurent shivered in Damen's arms, hypersensitive in the afterglow and nudged into aftershocks with any movement from Damen's arms or body. "Better hurry up," he said, giving Damen a grin that was half drunk with pleasure and satisfaction. "I'm going to get impatient."

If Laurent was distracted by those kisses, Damen was consumed by them. He drank them up, arching into the drape of Laurent's body around him, not needing any answer by that. If he could have stayed in this moment forever, he would have. He did his best. He could feel each pulse around him, the soft appeals of Laurent's flesh tugging at his senses.

"Is that so?" Dazed with ecstasy and lust, Damen gazed up at him from half-lidded eyes. Already the clenches were rousing him, inexplicably fast. "Do your worst."

"My worst?" Laurent said, laughing playfully. "What, my most impatient?" He nipped at Damen's throat with a soft sound of pleasure.

He could feel Damen inside him, growing, thickening, and his cheeks flushed with nervous arousal. His lover was so large, and Laurent couldn't help but feel intimidated by it, however much he pretended to the contrary. "Might be a poor idea," he joked, shivering with nerves and arousal. "I rather regretted my last bout of impatience."

Big and warm, Damen's hands played over the smooth line of Laurent's back while they kissed and teased at each other. His husband's joyful mood was something Damen did not want to lose in pursuit of more pleasure with him. Turning his head to look at his trembling lover, Damen brushed his lips across the flushed cheek.

"Ah, I did not say to rush, husband." he husked. Slowly, his palms moved over Laurent's spine, his hips, the muscles of his lower back. Still pressed deep within Laurent, Damen was still only half-hard, the return of his arousal much more gradual this time now that he'd already had release. Which made everything so much slicker than before. He leaned up to graze Laurent's ear, his whispers falling across the lobe of it. "Take your time. Work us both up. Until you can't stand it any longer."

Laurent caught his lips in a kiss, taking his time and enjoying Damen's mouth as he rolled his hips against Damen's lap. He was careful not to go too fast or to lift up, not wanting to risk Damen slipping from him

"Damen," Laurent murmured against his husband's lips, brushing the line of his nose along Damen's and pressing a soft kiss to the tip. He was entranced by the slow intimacy of the moment, and wanted to keep hold of it for as long as he could.

Damen helped hold him close, palms fitting around Laurent's hips and buttocks (ah what a beautiful ass he had) and keeping their bodies pressed tight together. In all else, he let Laurent take his sweet time. The languid movement of their lips helped occupy his thoughts, his senses, stirring him further and further. He loved the taste of that mouth, the sweetness of Laurent's kiss, the rush of emotion behind it.

Damen hardly dared move a muscle, so precious was that feeling of weightlessness suspended in Laurent's affection. He breathed out, a warm rush between their mouths. His fingers curled into Laurent's skin. "That's it," he whispered. "Oh...Laurent..."

Laurent's cheeks flushed again with arousal and nerves as Damen grew inside him, harder and larger every moment. He shuddered, nipping at the lines of Damen's neck, and tightened his grip on Damen's shoulders. "How much bigger are you going to get?" he grumbled, trying to use playful irritation to hide his nervousness. "You enormous brute."

Sliding his arms under Damen's neck, Laurent hugged close to him, hiding his face against Damen's neck and just holding him, chest pressed fully to Damen's as he rested atop his lover. "Damen."

Damen laughed, but his arms tightened in turn around Laurent, feeling the growing tension in his inexperienced lover's body. "Not much more," he said, only half-teasing, for Laurent had worked him up adroitly with just those soft kisses and motions. Damen gently tipped Laurent's hips with his hands, adjusting the angle so he would fit more comfortably inside Laurent.

"Still all right?" he murmured in Laurent's ear. He loved the way Laurent said his name. Like he trusted him, like he was giving himself over to Damen. The breadth of his chest rose and fell against Laurent's, and Damen held him completely, the warmth of his body spread out beneath the cooler Veretian. His muscles were taut with the effort of holding himself still, gripped intimately by the tightness of Laurent's channel but letting his husband be the one to choose when he was ready for more.

Laurent nipped him for asking, even though he appreciated it. It was easier to be sharp and teasing than to be vulnerable, and Damen made him so vulnerable. He nipped again and again, leaving a deeper bite mark on Damen's shoulder, and kissed the mark to soothe it.

"You can move a little," Laurent murmured, shoulders and back tensing with his nerves as he said it, but he ignored that, refusing to indulge his own weakness.

It was a bit of a stupid question, Damen knew. If Laurent wasn't all right, they'd both know it. Damen was indulging his own affectionate care for his husband by asking, and Laurent was showing him exactly how all right he was by being his playful, incisive self. And all was well.

Breath hissed through his teeth at the firmer bite, but he no longer jolted. Now, it seemed to set the flesh all around on fire. Damen was learning to associate those feelings with Laurent's arousal, and his own, and he found himself eager at the prospect of another proof of it marked on his body.

"I thought you'd never ask," Damen teased in a caressing voice, cradling so much of Laurent in his hands. Slowly, very slowly, his hips rocked forward. Dark with lust, his eyes stayed fixed on Laurent's face. It would be so easy to close them and lose himself in this pleasure. But Laurent's comfort was too important to him.

"Ah," Laurent breathed, lashes fluttering with pleasure as Damen started to move. The sensation was arousing, but more than that, it was deeply satisfying.

Finally trusting Damen enough to relax around him, Laurent let himself get lost in pleasure, buoyed by the slow, deep movements of Damen within him. Laurent's eyes closed, face unguarded for once as he gave over control of himself, trusting Damen to ensure his pleasure and keep him safe. He felt as though his whole body were glowing with warmth and satisfaction, limbs pliant. He made no effort to hasten their movements or enhance his pleasure, only making an effort to cooperate with Damen's movements.

That trust was well-rewarded. Damen held him gently but with a strength in those hands that promised Laurent wasn't going anywhere, so long as he kept yielding himself to Damen's slow movements. It was the sweetest torture, that pace that was set in the early breaths between them, more rolling grind within Laurent than a full-fledged thrust. Damen let him feel the deep-seated pressure first, hips canting infinitesimally. His own face was flushing at the exquisite pleasure of it. He was used to taking his time with a virgin body. But...this was his husband, his...love. It was different.

Damen groaned, very softly. His hand moved along Laurent's thigh, gliding up to his cock. "Laurent...yes..." It came out on a hiss, his hips surging up and suddenly in. He needed him so badly. So much more. He clasped Laurent's length and stroked upwards, hoping to bring him the same kind of pleasure he himself was feeling.

Laurent sat up a little more, starting to roll his hips to meet Damen's movements, following his lead and moving with him. His head lifted, watching Damen with a complicated, feral expression, need and vulnerability blended into a ferocious longing.

Gasping sharply as Damen's fingers closed around his cock, Laurent's lashes fluttered, taken by surprise. His own hand darted down, fingers curling around Damen's wrist and tugging once to get him to stop.

"Too much," he murmured, meeting Damen's eyes with a wry smile and tilting his head for a kiss, never slowing the movement of his hips as he did so. He shivered, still feeling sensitive from his first orgasm, and flashed Damen a grin. "I'm feeling plenty, beloved."

He guided Damen's hand back to his ass, pressing it there for an extra moment to let him know just how welcome and wanted his touch was on Laurent's body.

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