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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[prince_of_vere]

Laurent woke to the feeling of being rocked. Disoriented, it took him a moment to realize where he was and what was happening, and then he sighed, elbowing at Damen to wake him.

"Wake up, you brute," Laurent grumbled at him, squirming in Damen's arms so that he could turn halfway and scowl at his sex-obsessed husband.

[notmyarena]

The sharp poke of an elbow broke through the pleasant haze of sleep and stimulation. Damen blinked, and heard Laurent's voice distantly as a lithe body squirmed against him. Damen groaned. He hadn't realized...he'd just been...and he was still...

"Sorry," he muttered, sleep-hoarse, letting his lower body ease away and his arms loosen. "I must have been dreaming. Don't worry, I won't..." He rolled over onto his back, his cheeks hot, his groin aching. "You can sleep undisturbed now." It was a unique feeling for Damen, the embarrassment of unwanted and unconscious advances on a lover. He was glad for the darkness to cover his confusion.

[prince_of_vere]

Nestling against Damen's side, Laurent rested his head on Damen's shoulder and reached over him to find Damen's hand, guiding it down to the over-eager member. "I trust you at least know how to cater to yourself?" he asked, not going to be very surprised if Damen had never in his life gone without an eager bed partner ready to take care of such concerns. Either way he wasn't incliend to help.

[notmyarena]

The weight of Laurent's head on his shoulder was a terribly pleasant one. Damen took Laurent's hand gladly, only to find his own directed to his offending extremity. In the darkness, he snorted at the question. "Do you think I'm in need of instruction?" Laurent wasn't so very far wrong about how little Damen had ever needed to take care of himself. Still, it wasn't like he didn't know how.

[prince_of_vere]

"Probably," Laurent said, and laughed, though it wasn't a cruel laugh. "Slowly," he instructed, fingertips straying sleepily over Damen's chest and stopping to pluck at a nipple. "Keep your touch light."

He wasn't about to participate, but commanding Damen on this topic sounded fully enjoyable.

[notmyarena]

Damen's huff sounded more amused than insulted. He bumped at Laurent's forehead with his chin. "Easy for you to say," but his breath caught as the wandering fingers found a nipple. He was sensitive there, for all that the muscle around it was wall-solid.

He did as Laurent suggested. His hand beneath the chiton, he let his fingers curl only lightly around himself, rather than in the deathgrip he was used to when he did have need to indulge. "Am I reduced to wooing myself now?" The sheet rustled delicately, and rather enjoyably, against his skin with the light brush Damen allowed himself.

[prince_of_vere]

"If you'd rather I roll over and pretend to ignore you..."

Laurent smiled, continuing to gently torment the nipple beneath his fingers. "Let your hand dip lower. Lower. Teasing that thicket of dark curls. Bumping against that fragile sac of your testes. And hold--" Laurent's hand stilled by example. "Hold there, just at the base. Press a finger just there, just above that spot where the hardness of you yields."

[notmyarena]

"You could try to sleep through it," Damen said doubtfully. "This is more entertaining, I think."

Laurent was already having too much fun with this. Torment was a good word for what he was doing to Damen's nipple. Already the sensations were worming down his torso and burying happily between his legs. With a sigh, Damen moved his hand lower, and the rustle of silk turned to the coarser scratch of hair as he slid his fingers over his base, over the thickness of his balls, finding the spot Laurent described. Delicately, he rubbed a finger into the juncture of root and sac.

"Am I looking for something?" Damen's voice was wry but not unaffected.

[prince_of_vere]

Laurent widened his eyes innocently. "Let me know if you find anything."

He let Damen stew over that for a moment, vibrating his finger against Damen's nipple with a little smirk, and then switching to light, idle torment of the other one, as he continued dictating Damen's actions, with the goal of being as maddening as possible.

His commands grew slower and slower as he continued, hand stilling against Damen's chest, and between one command and the next he slipped into sleep, relaxing pliantly against Damen's side.

[notmyarena]

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were leading me up to something." Damen was steeling himself for Laurent to tell him to go lower, to trail his fingers over his balls and find the warmth beneath, to rub his perineum and then the valley even further back, tease at his hole...

Instead? Laurent fell asleep.

Damen could have howled. Quietly, he growled and gritted his teeth and tried to continue on his own. Really, he did his best. It just didn't do any good. He was hard, he was desperate to get off, but every time he thought he was getting close, he felt Laurent breathing quietly beside him, and something in his chest caught with a want that was not lust, and he lost it.

Eventually, Damen just gave up the cause as lost. He, too, slipped into sleep, fitful and frustrated but keeping himself still by sheer force of will, so that he wouldn't wake his exhausted husband.

In the morning, there were soft lips pressed to Laurent's hair, and a hand cradling his shoulder, as Damen slumbered on beside him.