marlowemuses | This will be happily ever after...

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.

Damen's eyes grew a hungry dark, meeting Laurent's gaze, the clear blue of it revealing the widening of the pupils, the need naked in them. He trained his focus on them, turning away from the supple arch of Laurent over his hips, the beautiful thickness of him in Damen's grip.

It only took a single tug to get him to release it. Damen stared up at him. Too much? He reached up for that kiss, not quite understanding but trusting that Laurent was telling him the truth. As long as his husband was enjoying this...

Damen's hand was easily guided to the curve of a buttock, where he curled his fingers in a blatant grope. There was a flair at the base of his spine on the next rock upwards. Beloved. "Laurent," he gritted, and his hips ground up suddenly, fiercely. His lover had met his rhythm thus far. Would he match this more insistent rut, with Damen's fingers digging into the muscles of his cheek, and those eyes piercing beneath him, dark and lustful and longing?

Laurent laughed breathlessly at that harder thrust, grin widening with reckless pleasure. There was no sharpness in him at that, only pure joy and affection, radiant to be sharing this pleasure with his husband. His lover.

Sitting up so that he could have a better angle, Laurent stretched out his spine, showing off the length of his torso as he rode Damen. His fingers splayed over Damen's chest, bracing himself as they moved together, faster and harder now.

"Damen," he murmured, letting the sensations guide him. Damen was hard and thick within him, moving slickly against his entrance and pressing the sensitive spot inside him that always seemed to be greedy for more. Laurent chased that sensation, shifting slightly when he needed different stimulation and reveling in all the ways Damen moved beneath him.

Laurent was such an excellent rider. Damen had had the opportunity to admire his seat in the saddle on more than one occasion during their courtship and betrothal. So proud and straight and exuberant, confident in his stride and graceful control. So he was here, and Damen could not help but admire now too, as Laurent rode him with exquisite poise and energy.

His hand moved up the length of that arched spine; the other found its way along the smooth muscled torso, the lean contours of Laurent's chest. Indulgently, Damen found a nipple and teased at it. "Better?" His lips curved in a challenge. He could feel Laurent's length bouncing against his abdomen, the press of soft sac just above his groin; could feel, too, that fierce quiver whenever his tip nudged the firm bulge of Laurent's sweet spot. Damen leaned into the angle of it. "What do you need, Laurent?"

"You," Laurent flirted, warm with affection.

He held up his hand, wanting to be given Damen's in return so that he could clasp it and for something to brace against as he moved. "Take what you want," he said, watching Damen's face, entranced by the affection and challenge of him. "Ease me into it, mind you," he said, a smirk curling his lips. The last thing he wanted was for Damen to switch suddenly to a pounding more intense than he could take.

"Charmer." How easily Laurent had managed it. His beauty was undeniable, but ah, it was more than that, too. Damen felt entranced beyond anything he'd ever felt for a lover. As easily as breathing, his hand found Laurent's. There was strength in that grasp, though smaller and slighter than his own. Damen looked at him with those desire-darkened eyes and breathed out, excited more than he could say by the invitation, and barely needing the warning.

"Duly noted." Damen didn't plan on pounding him anytime soon, anyways. But he did begin to move within him in earnest, in gradual undulations that filled Laurent more potently than before. His hips rose and fell in a natural rhythm that was like riding the waves more than anything else. He held Laurent by the hand and by the hip, guiding his movements to match Damen's own, seeking out pleasure together. He seemed to swell a little more within Laurent, the thick vein throbbing as he pushed in, more insistently than before. Eyes half closing, Damen gave a low, naked moan.

"Stop getting bigger," Laurent grumbled, gripping tight to Damen's hand. His grin stayed in place, however, and he kept moving, trusting to Damen's lead. Damen's length was hot inside him, and Laurent could feel every little twitch and throb that it gave.

Losing himself in the rhythm and pleasure, Laurent let his eyes shut, focused solely on the need that he felt as they moved together.

Damen laughed outright, squeezing Laurent's hand. "Stop feeling so good." They could not help this effect they had on each other, it seemed. But at least this way, he wasn't as tempted, or able, to simply thrust in as other positions might have allowed. Instead, he had the most exquisite view of Laurent, from the top of his head to the tip of his bouncing cock, taking his pleasure across Damen's lap, and it was too good not to watch.

Gazing at him through those half-lidded eyes, he pressed further into Laurent, a little deeper, indulging himself for a little while in the total pleasure of taking his husband at last. Then he tipped Laurent's hips with his free hand, guided him into an angle that had the curved tip of Damen's cock pressing against the innermost wall of him, shallower, more rhythmically surging into what he hoped he would be a pleasurable spot for Laurent.

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Laurent's breath became more ragged, struggling to keep his pace steady as his thighs began to shake. He wasn't accustomed to using these particular muscles in this way, and even with Damen's help, he was tiring, and it was becoming increasingly obvious.

Struggling to keep up, yearning for more of that prefect stimulation, he furrowed his brow and scowled about his own weakness, much too proud to admit to it.

Laurent didn't have to say it; the tremble in those muscles was all around Damen, and he could see in Laurent's face how focused he'd become on simply holding on to his seat across Damen's thighs and riding him. As Laurent's face grew darker, Damen's grew more tender, and he reached up to touch the flushed cheek.

"Love," he said, and the endearment slipped out without a thought, "let me turn you over." With any other lover, he would have simply done it, but he was being especially careful with Laurent this time, for above all Damen wanted their first full lovemaking to be a wholly good memory for the both of them. And so he asked for Laurent's assent in this; once given, he would be able to act more freely next time, perhaps.

This will be happily ever after...

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