marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

Laurent pressed against his side as they moved through the gardens. His mind felt calm and quiet. All his worries and plans had gone quiet, and he yielded entirely, trusting that Gansey could handle and deflect any interaction that they might encounter.

Safe within the sanctuary of Gansey's room, Laurent hugged close to him, nuzzling at the side of Gansey's neck. His beloved was warm, solid, safe, and Laurent felt utterly addicted to him, terrified of the prospect that he might ever have to draw away.

He didn't respond, not feeling like he needed to. Gansey knew, even when Laurent couldn't put it into words, and there were dozens of repetitions of the phrase tucked into hiding spots around Gansey's room.

Shy and gentle as a wild fawn, Laurent rested his head against Gansey's, listening to his lover's breath, feeling his lover's heart thudding against his own. He felt drunk with the sensation of trust, and the terrifying pleasure of yielding.

No, love did not need to be spoken. Gansey could feel it; hidden in the heat of Laurent's body against his own, caressing him along with the smooth slope of Laurent's cheek, in the way he gently yielded to touch.

Rather than ask Laurent where he might want to take things, Gansey guided his lover along. He felt more certain than he ever had before as he drew Laurent to the bed, still messily unmade from their earlier trysts. The scent of sweat and sex still lingered. Earlier he had felt rushed, clumsy, eager to admire Laurent physically. Now, he felt slow. Deliberate. Every sense so wholly focused on his fiancee, ribbed with affection and devotion.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the prince drew Laurent down with him, shadows playing across the floor until the pale light of the moon broke their marks. Even without the light of a candle Gansey's mouth found his fiance's easily. Head tilted, he pressed his lips against Laurent's again, parting them just enough to keep the kiss from being chaste. Flicking his tongue up against Laurent's upper lip playfully, he made to deepen their kiss while he gently pushed his lover onto his back with one hand on the other side of him, digging into the mattress, head bowed as their tongues and lips met.

His thoughts did not stray. So rarely were those anxieties, the chanting of gears running in the background of his thoughts, quiet. It was like Laurent was a chapel, somewhere Gansey could come home to and admire the silence. All he could think about was how Laurent's breath sounded and the beating of his lover's heart, the texture of his hair, and his scent.

Reverent with love and trust, Laurent returned each kiss, following Gansey's lead and opening to him gladly. He sought nothing, and didn't push or tease. This moment was the closest thing to sacred that he'd ever felt, and he gave over more and more control to Gansey, letting him break each kiss and initiate the next, and Laurent was always ready, meeting him with lips and arms and a fathomless depth of love.

His hands slid up under Gansey's shirt, yearning for as much contact as he could get. Palms flat against Gansey's back, Laurent could feel the way his ribs expanded with each breath, the way his muscles shifted beneath the skin, and the radiating thud of his beating heart.

Parting his legs so that Gansey could fit between them, Laurent tangled himself around his beloved, chest to chest as close as they could get as they kissed. He wanted nothing but this for the rest of his life. Though he could feel his pulse thrumming in his cock, restrained by the tight breeches, Laurent was in no hurry. He was more than happy to linger in this kiss for hours.

When Laurent parted his legs Gansey slid between them, taking the opportunity to be closer and delighting in it. The pressure of hands along his back almost made him tremble; so warm, so soothing. He wanted to melt into those hands. No other hands would ever make him feel so thoroughly alive, so like a man drunk on love.

Ignoring the aches of his body was easy when kissing was so wondrous. Had kissing always felt so perfect? No—this was the first time he felt that he could simply kiss and kiss until his lips were raw and throat sore. Over and over again he kissed his lover, lingering in every little kiss and every deeper one. Gansey could feel his heart thudding heavily in his chest, his pulse pitching upward with every roll of tongue, from the taste of Laurent thick on his tongue.

Eventually his hands began to wander. Sliding them up underneath Laurent's shirt, Gansey skirted the delicate skin just above the waistband of the other man's trousers before flattening his palms, sliding them up along the dip of his lover's waist. Thumbs brushing down against ribs, nails tracing along whatever contours they could find. Gansey wanted to truly relish—adore—every inch of skin he could reach. So in spite of his hardening cock he continued to caress, eventually breaking the kiss to push Laurent's shirt up and help him pull it over his head, dropping it to the side once it was gone.

Gazing heavily at the other man, Gansey smiled like he was seeing the loveliest thing in the world (which he was), the small dimple crinkling just below his eye once more.

Laurent arched his back gladly, then ducked his head so that the two of them could get his shirt off of him. His belly fluttered with each soft gasp, chest pulsing with heart and breath. Nipples hard and pink against the pale expanse of his torso, he watched Gansey with flushed cheeks and a shy, devoted smile.

"Gansey," he said, the closest thing to a prayer that had ever crossed his lips. He reached for his lover again, pushing the shirt up under Gansey's arms and tugging it off. His eyes skimmed over Gansey's bare chest, dazed with love and trust and yearning.

Cool air kissed at warmed skin once his shirt was gone, giving him an inkling as to just how charged up Laurent had made him. Gods above, that was the cutest smile Gansey had ever seen. It made that warmth spread through his rib cage, seeping through his limbs to the tips of his fingers. Butterflies—there were butterflies, dizzy butterflies, in the pit of his belly. What a precious, wonderful man. There was no part of him that Gansey did not cherish.

Bowing his head once more, Gansey nuzzled his face into the crook of Laurent's neck, kissing along shoulder before he settled his mouth at the base of the other man's neck, where he could feel his pulse strongest. Biting gently, Gansey tugged and sucked on the spot as his hands wandered again, more eager to explore without the shirt in the way. The freedom was exhilarating.

They were drawn up Laurent's chest to those pert nipples; rolling the pads of his thumbs over each, he teased by rubbing before lightly pinching them between thumb and index finger. They fascinated him, as every inch of Laurent did.

Laurent's smile and blush deepened at the way that Gansey looked at him, as if he was the most precious being in the world.

Gasping softly as Gansey's head dipped, teeth scraping the skin, Laurent gave a tiny, sweet moan. His hands slid fast up Gansey's back, winding into Gansey's hair as his mood took a sharp turn for the erotic. "Gans--" he gasped, the last syllable lost in a stifled little cry as Gansey's fingers found his nipples.

He arched, grip tightening in Gansey's hair, and moan was loud as Gansey locked onto his throat. This time, he held nothing back, allowing himself to vocalize his pleasure as Gansey wrung sighs and whimpers from him.

Every sigh and whimper from his lover sent a charge through Gansey's body. Better than any hymn or prayer, Gansey groaned in response, eyelids fluttering in ecstasy at the sensation of hands gripping through his thick hair. Scraping his teeth across Laurent's collarbone, peppering kisses along lovely blossoming red marks, there wasn't a spot he left untouched. This was what he wanted—wanted to love Laurent, for the other man to hold nothing back, for him to feel the depth of Gansey's affection to his very core.

Sliding down, easing back onto his knees, Gansey's mouth found one of Laurent's nipples. Sucking again, rolling his tongue, rubbing the flat against the hardened peak before biting down. Selfishly leaving marks that he'd been there. Hands freed by his mouth taking over the job of teasing Laurent's nipples, they wandered down until they found the waist of Laurent's breeches. With steady fingers he unlaced them, feeling, caressing smooth abdomen once he'd worked them open.

It felt so strange to think that just a week ago, this man wasn't in his arms. So wrong. For with Laurent, he felt complete. Like he could be the best version of himself. Could be real.

Sliding palms down his lover's hips, Gansey pushed those beeches down. Not all the way—just over the middle of his thighs, so that they wouldn't have to part yet.

Laurent's sighs and moans came easier after the first few, no longer choked back or stifled behind his teeth. Gansey's positive reinforcement worked fast--each sigh or moan was rewarded with another bite or lick, which only wrought forth more gasps of pleasure.

Dizzy with joy, Laurent lifted his hips when Gansey tugged at his pants. The vulnerability of being exposed only dipped him further into his sense of trust for Gansey.

The locket on his chest glinted gold against his pale skin. He'd never for a moment considered taking it off with his shirt, and never planned to take it off ever again, except when bathing. It felt warm against his skin, a promise from his beloved.

"Gansey," he murmured. He watched his lover's eyes, just slightly hesitant at his vulnerability but willing to obey and trust Gansey's guidance. Anywhere Gansey led, he would go.

At his name, Gansey glanced up at his lover. Their eyes met and he smiled, leaning up again so that he could meet their mouths in another deep kiss. It was a sentiment he could feel—like the red string of fate between them, a bond of trust, something that gently tied them together. Laurent trusted him and Gansey would never betray that trust.

Taking hold of his lover's erection, the young heir began to stroke him, working the length against his palms and fingers. Slow at first. No need to rush—Gansey wanted to feel everything. Delight in every sensation. Memorize what got a gasp, what dragged out a moan. Become more familiar with Laurent than anything else.

Upon breaking the kiss he whispered, "Laurent," voice deep and rich, warm and smooth, against his beloved's lips.

Grabbing onto him as they kissed, he tangled his fingers possessively into Gansey's hair. He kissed hungrily, tongue tangling with Gansey's. He wanted to give everything of himself, wanted to be utterly claimed and remade by Gansey, for Gansey. Whimpering with longing into Gansey's mouth, Laurent let go of him reluctantly, though his grin was pure pleasure as they met each other's eyes.

"Want to see you," he murmured, running his hand down Gansey's back and stopping just under the hem of his pants. "Feel you. Please?" The plea was soft, the closest to begging Laurent had done in his life.

Radiating trust and love, Laurent nuzzled at him, stealing a nip from Gansey's throat before he let go enough for Gansey to fulfill his request.

Gansey made a soft mm from his throat when Laurent tangled his hands in his hair. Amazing. Spectacular. He could think of a thousand words—were he not so utterly distracted by his fiance.

"Of course," he murmured, nuzzling back against the side of Laurent's head and pressing a kiss to his ear. It was a plea he was more than happy to oblige. Through their kissing and touching his breeches had begun to feel tight. Keeping one hand on Laurent's erection, Gansey removed the other to pull at the fastenings. Less graceful than when he'd removed his lover's but it didn't matter.

Using the back of his hand and wrist, Gansey pushed them off, allowed them to slide down his legs and hang loose just above his knees. His arousal was obvious from the moment his pants were gone. Smiling, he tilted his head so that he could press another kiss to Laurent's fantastic, amazing lips.

"Good?"

"Until you get tangled in your pants and fall off the bed," Laurent teased, tracing Gansey's nose with his own. His hand slid the rest of the way down, cupping around Gansey's ass for a moment and then coming around to the front to give him a brief, teasing stroke. "Please?"

He nipped softly at Gansey's lower lip, utterly enamored with the sight of Gansey above him, happy and eager. Letting him go again for a moment, Laurent helped squirm out of his own breeches, kicking them off and then laying back again, legs slightly bent and slightly parted, full of invitation but still shy.

"I'd take you with me," he groaned, closing his eyes when Laurent gave him that teasing tug. But his fiance was right. Last thing they needed was for Gansey to end up on the floor, ass up in the air, because he couldn't be bothered to take off his pants.

Leaning up, Gansey followed suit, kicking off his pants until they were completely removed. Once they were both rid of the distraction of pants Gansey glanced back to his lover. God above, he was beautiful. It wasn't the first time Gansey was seeing his fiance nude but—it almost felt like it was. So unguarded and trusting. Shy yet wanting. Gansey was more attracted to that shy, wanting quality than he realized.

In quiet appreciation, the young prince slid his hands down Laurent's thighs and squeezed, turning so that he could press a kiss to his lover's knee. "You're wonderful," he exhaled, easing himself between Laurent's legs again so that he could hover above his beloved.

"I really want to make you mine."

"I am," Laurent said, soft and sweet but with a hint of duh to it. Gansey's thighs were warm between his own. It felt good to have him there, even if there was still a nervous thrill in his belly at being so exposed.

"Anything you want," he promised, eyes low-lidded with pleasure and promise. He tipped his head up, licking sweetly at Gansey's lips and drawing away with a smile. Spread out beneath Gansey like a gift, Laurent felt warm with trust. He belonged utterly to Gansey, and he knew absolutely that Gansey would never let him feel anything but pleasure. The resulting feeling of trust and affection was heady. "The answer is yes."

Nodding his chin up, Gansey kissed Laurent's forehead. A tender, loving thing. "All I want is you," he promised, knowing full well that it was cheesy to say. Part of smothering Laurent with affection was being cheesy. It would be a waste if they didn't adopt an orphan, because there were a slew of terrible dad jokes just waiting to be shared.

Even with permission, he wasn't about to launch into anything crazy. So he bowed his head to kiss his fiance slowly on the mouth, leading into another series of deep kisses now that they were so blissfully tangled together, hot and yearning. Hands wandering, they returned to where he left off. Stroking up and down Laurent's erection, Gansey teased the head with his middle finger, rubbing its pad down, kneading.

What he wanted... he wanted to be inside Laurent again. The intimacy of being so close, so vulnerable... but he'd take his sweet time getting there. This was something he wanted to draw out.

Breathing heavily, he asked, "Can I... use my mouth?"

"Yes," Laurent said, with a hint of amusement to his smile, because he'd already known that Gansey would ask that. He could feel Gansey's length pressed against his thigh, hot and hard with promise, and he wanted. But he, too, wanted this drawn out. They'd get there, he was certain of that. Maybe more than once.

"Please," he said, untangling reluctantly from Gansey. He propped himself up on his elbows, stealing one last, lingering kiss before he let Gansey go, giving him enough space to move down between Laurent's legs. It felt good to ask him for things, especially because he knew that Gansey would give him anything in the world that he asked. "Please, will you?"

Gansey had wanted to since the first time—it wasn't something he was going to press, but... truly, he wanted to make Laurent feel good. It was a good way to lead into more, too, even if that was not the foremost reason.

Nodding, he pepper kisses down his lover's chest as he slid down, resting his belly on the bed and propping himself up by the elbows. It was an intimate position for both of them.

Gripping the base of Laurent's cock with one hand, Gansey bowed his head to swipe the flat of his tongue across the head. The taste was incredible. Parting his lips, Gansey began by taking the tip into his mouth and sucking lightly, swirling his tongue as he kneaded his fingers against soft, sensitive skin. What he said had been true—he took pleasure in giving Laurent pleasure, and found nothing demeaning about giving oral sex. Between two people that loved each other... it was something different.

Laurent rested his hand in Gansey's hair, wanting that connection, wanting to touch and be touched at all times. He smiled as Gansey settled beneath his legs, watching Gansey's eyes and giving him a warm grin filled with trust. His doubts and fears were gone now. They no longer existed for him, not while he was in this room, not while he was with Gansey.

Lips parting with a sigh of pleasure as Gansey's tongue slid across the skin, he let his hand tense in Gansey's hair. Possessive, affectionate. "Gansey," he said, not looking away. He didn't want to miss a moment of this, didn't want his eyes and his mind to be filled with anything but Gansey, not ever again.

He moaned low as Gansey's mouth slid lower. Lashes fluttering, Laurent reached for him, splaying out the fingers of his hand in silent request. His other hand stayed in Gansey's hair, clutching and massaging in turns as Gansey distracted him with pleasure. "Gansey," he said again, a little more urgent this time to get his attention. "Hand. Please." He couldn't quite remember how to form words to make his request any more clear, hoping that Gansey would understand his reaching fingers.

Gansey glanced up when Laurent's tone became more urgent, noting the way his lover reached. There was no need to me coherent—Gansey understood. Even if he hadn't said Hand, Please, Gansey would have understood. One hand remained on the base of Laurent's erection but the other slid up to meet Laurent's palms pressing together like a kiss before their fingers threaded together.

Lowering his head, he took more of Laurent in, giving Laurent's hand an reassuring squeeze as he did. Using the sides of his mouth and tongue, Gansey did his best to find what spots pleasured Laurent the most, and what movements elicited the loudest sounds. A scholar, for him, it was valuable information. Ignoring his own erection was easy when he found so much delight in giving; that didn't stop him from rolling his hips down against the mattress lightly, rubbing his length against the sheets for a little bit of friction.

There was nothing about this that he didn't love. Having Laurent's hand wound into his hair possessively made his heart stammer, and their met hands warmed him all over. Maybe corny—but was this the difference between sex and making love? It was such an old fashioned sentiment, but he could feel it. This was more than just sex, for him.

He felt utterly connected and tangled up in Gansey, and the pleasure and safety of it radiated through him. Gansey's hand squeezing tight against his own, Gansey's hair silken between his fingers, Gansey's heart around his neck, Gansey's mouth...

Laurent had felt physical pleasure before, but he'd never felt love like this. It shadowed everything else in his life, everything he'd ever felt. Melting into it, he let his eyes close, body relaxing back into the covers as he murmured Gansey's name again and again. Grip tight on Gansey's hand, body finally relaxed, it didn't take him long at all before his gasps and cries started becoming sharper. "Close--Gansey..."

Each cry pushed him on, encouraged him to be even more thorough with his tongue. Every murmur and sigh was beautiful. At the warning Gansey glanced up again but kept his mouth on his lover, making a soft hum around him. He wanted Laurent to come—and he wasn't going to go without finishing the job.

To make his point clear he gave Laurent's hand another squeeze. They had plenty of time for another round if he was up for it. All night, even.

With the knowledge that Laurent would soon climax, Gansey picked up the pace of his hand as well to help him to the finish.

The wet, sweet, generous heat around him sent shivers up his spine, flooding him with waves of pleasure. Laurent cried out, hand tightening in Gansey's hair as he spilled himself. He forgot to be careful, too overwhelmed with pleasure to think of Gansey's comfort or to worry over choking him. Rolling his hips up to seek more of that sweet warmth, Laurent moaned, murmuring something that was almost Gansey's name.

Collapsing back with a sigh, lashes fluttering, Laurent loosened his grip, looking at Gansey with dazed worry. Cheeks flushed with pleasure, he felt a sting of guilt that he'd taken too much or pushed too hard, when Gansey had been so utterly giving and generous. "Gansey."

There was no need for Laurent to be careful in his throes; Gansey was prepared, adjusting when Laurent's hand tightened in his hair. As he came Gansey swallowed, warmth pooling in his belly as he did. It was... salty, and sweet. Like Laurent. He didn't stop swallowing until Laurent was finished and sated, collapsing back onto the pillows. Licking, Gansey cleaned up his lover's cock and pressed a kiss gently against the tip before he sat up and wiped some stray flecks of come from his lips with thumb, sticking the digit into his mouth and sucking on it.

Their hands were still clasped together. Gently, he left another kiss to the back of his beloved's fingers. A soft murmur, "Laurent." Eyes lidded, Gansey gazed lovingly at his fiance. "You taste utterly amazing." A true delicacy.

Moving up so that he could rest on the pillows beside his lover, Gansey gave him another smile. There was nothing about what Laurent had done that was wrong. He wanted to give that pleasure, and, more than anything, he wanted Laurent to take. Take everything, because he was the only person Gansey wanted to give it to. There was nothing he couldn't have or do.

Rubbing a hand across Laurent's chest, "How do you feel? Was it good?"

Utterly adoring, Laurent tangled his arms around Gansey, brushing their noses together and taking a kiss. He could taste his own seed on Gansey's tongue, mingled with the taste of Gansey's saliva, and it made Laurent's heart pound with love and awe. He smiled, glowing with love, and watched Gansey's eyes for a moment before kissing him again, and again, sweet and lingering, each kiss breaking only to lead into the next.

When his head had slowed its spinning enough to let him think again, he untangled himself. Eyes locked on Gansey, sparkling with playful affection, Laurent leaned over to dig in the bedside table. He glanced away only long enough to confirm that his fingers had found the right bottle. Tossing it onto the mattress beside Gansey's hand, Laurent gave his lover a gentle push onto his back so that Laurent could lounge across his lap, close enough that his ass was fully in reach.

Wicked and happy with sweet playfulness, Laurent rested his arms over Gansey's lap, head close enough to his erection that each breath sent a wave of warm air to tease the sensitive skin. He trailed a fingertip up the length of Gansey's cock, so lightly teasing as to be almost cruel. Grinning wide, he studied it, pressing a very soft kiss to the tip before flicking his eyes up to Gansey's face. "How's your refractory period?"

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