This will be happily ever after...

[prince_of_vere]

From here.

"Tears of laughter?" Laurent asked. "You might not have to wait that long."

His breaths came quicker, sharper, jagged on the exhale as Damen unraveled his clothing. He wasn't sure what Damen had in mind, but he didn't want to question it for fear of their tentative peace dissolving yet again.

"How copious of me," Laurent responded, wondering if Damen's skill was anywhere near the level that his recounting of their fictional night would suggest.

Groaning softly as Damen's hand slid under his clothing, Laurent reached for him, winding his arms around Damen's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. There was no need to hold back, especially after their night together had been lost. Laurent's feelings for his new husband were deepening quickly, and he wanted.

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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.

[notmyarena]

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?"

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"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.

[notmyarena]

"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.

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"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.

[notmyarena]

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.

[notmyarena]

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.

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Laurent tensed, wincing slightly with nerves at how vulnerable he was, how easily Damen could destroy him. Eyes winced shut because he couldn't manage to meet Damen's gaze, he nodded once.

Letting go of Damen's hand, he slid his hands up Damen's chest, curling them around the sides of Damen's neck so it would be easier for Damen to flip them.

[notmyarena]

The tension, like the trembling, was palpable; Damen couldn't miss it. He looked at Laurent in concern, for he could only assume it was his suggestion that brought on those nerves, that Laurent feared surrendering control once on his back. And yet...he put his arms around Damen's neck, silently yielding. Damen curled his hand around Laurent's cheek. "Husband," he murmured, like it was a word he treasured.

His own muscles tensed with the summoning of strength, gathering momentum in them, so that when he put his hands around Laurent's hips and rolled them to the side, there was no interruption in the join of their bodies as Damen moved with him. And once on top of him, the Akielon King was as tender as before; he drew Laurent's legs up, settled his own weight so that much of it was supported on the bed, lest Laurent feel trapped under him, and for a moment he was still, just watching. His eyes were dark and near the blue ones beneath him as Damen bent to claim his husband's mouth.

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Laurent's arms slid more fully around Damen's neck as he returned the kiss. It helped to calm and relax him, sharing affection like that. He was addicted to kissing Damen.

"You didn't mention you'd be even bigger from this angle," Laurent muttered as the kiss broke, giving Damen's lower lip a reprimanding nip. He shivered under Damen, feeling utterly overstimulated and on edge.

"Touch me," he said, voice breaking in a way that made him sound painfully vulnerable and made him wince.

[notmyarena]

He'd noticed that effect on Laurent, and it was one Damen was very glad to foster in him, giving him kiss after kiss to draw him deeper into the affectionate bond between them.

"Sorry?" Damen gave a broad-shouldered shrug. He hadn't ever been told that he was bigger this way? But ah, that little nip was so very Laurent, he felt his head tilt back into it and his eyes close.

Laurent's voice was a tremulous thing, nearly begging though the words were that of an order. Damen could only bear down on his hips and move his hand between Laurent's legs, forehead tipping against his husband's. "Touch me," he echoed, head arching into Laurent's hands. He wanted them all over his neck, moving through his hair, down his spine, anywhere Laurent wanted to touch him as they sought their pleasure together. Damen's big hand closed around Laurent's cock, and he began to stroke him as their bodies moved in unison, making love between them.

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"Ah," Laurent breathed, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper as Damen moved inside of him. One of his hands slid up, gripping tight to Damen's hair to hold him close, while the other slid down, fingers splayed across Damen's back and nails biting into the skin, leaving red crescents and tracks as Damen's movements forced his hands to shift.

Utterly overwhelmed, Laurent clung to him, trembling and tense, until the tremors overtook him and he spilled himself, body clenching around Damen's as wave after wave of a deep, full-body orgasm overtook him. Jaw tightening, he pressed his face to Damen's shoulder, silent but for the devastated little gasps and whimpers that escaped through his teeth.

[notmyarena]

Damen held him as close as physically possible just then, pressed against the shaking body beneath him, beyond any words but the expressive groans of pleasure as Laurent gripped him and came for him. The fierce joy of it exceeded anything he'd felt before, to know that his husband was brought to such pleasure by the union of their bodies; it spilled over into Damen, until he was only a few seconds behind Laurent.

And then there really was no comparison to the ecstasy he felt in the total release of himself into and throughout Laurent. White-hot euphoria held him its grip, and he shared it without holding back. There was a rasp in Laurent's ear that might have been something like the Akielon word for love, in that moment before Damen collapsed against him.

Only for a moment, though, hesitant of crushing his lover under his weight, and next moment Damen shifted to one arm and turned to claim Laurent's lips, still buried within him. There were still no words, just an overflow of feeling that sang in his kiss.

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With one hand still tangled in Damen's hair, Laurent kept the other pressed against his back, nails still sharp against Damen's skin but no longer digging in.

He gave a soft little groan as Damen claimed his mouth. Yielding to it without any fight this time, Laurent returned the kiss with deep affection and warmth.

He'd never felt this sort of intimacy before. He didn't want Damen to move, and didn't plan to let him. Thighs tight on either side of Damen's hips, Laurent savored the warmth and trust of the moment. His husband. They'd finally succeeded in their lovemaking, and Laurent felt completely undone by it. He had no remaining defenses against Damen. The Akielon king had won him in every way.