marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

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?"

Gansey had been slightly worried that Laurent might not want to kiss him on the mouth after he'd swallowed, and was delighted when he took that kiss. Each one made his heart-rate rise, every sweet lingering kiss making his skin warmer and warmer. Oh, how he loved kissing Laurent. Even with his cock straining and fully erect he didn't want to rush anything.

When Laurent untangled himself, Gansey licked his lips, relishing in the taste of both Laurent's saliva and semen thick on his tongue. The bottle thunked softly on the bed beside his hand and he glanced at it before his lover eased him onto his back and drew his attention away. Gods, he was beautiful. Having such a picture across his lap almost made him groan, the knot in his belly flipping without warning, so utterly attracted and distracted by the lovely man sprawled so enticingly.

Really, no one should be allowed to have such an excellent ass. It made Gansey want to bite it, nip at it, squeeze it in his hands. About to reach out to do the latter, Gansey almost gasped when he felt Laurent's breath tease his cock. It twitched in response and he grunted, eyelids fluttering, before he managed to find himself again. So, so close, Gansey could feel his skin crawling, goosebumps running flush up his arms. The teasing fingertip did him even worse. Reaching out, he threaded his fingers through Laurent's hair, pushing it back.

The kiss made him squirm while the question made him smile. "About fifteen minutes," he admitted, watching Laurent with rapt fascination.

Laurent grinned at the response, and he drew his tongue slowly over the head of Gansey's cock, pinning Gansey with a possessive smirk as he licked his lips. "Want to see if I can make you halve that?"

Despite Laurent's earlier dislike for the topic, it was immediately clear that Laurent had a very thorough knowledge of what he was doing, and had absolute control over the amount that he teased or satisfied. Lashes low over his cheeks, he kissed the way up the side with wet lips and sometimes a brief flash of tongue, not frequent enough to be anticipated.

"Go on," Laurent murmured, glancing up and looking very impish and pleased with himself. He nodded over his shoulder, giving the little bottle of oil a flick before returning his full attention to Gansey's cock so that he could draw his tongue in one smooth, steady stroke up the full length of the underside.

"Yes," Gansey answered with no hesitation, not even thinking about his answer, so utterly entranced by his fiance. If anyone could make him half it, it was this man. Even if he couldn't—well, Gansey was damn willing to try.

"Oh—..."

The sound was soft, a gasp at the shock of euphoria that swept his system at the teasing. For a moment Gansey was truly putty in Laurent's hands, left dizzy from the way Laurent' played him. It was only when Laurent spoke that he was able to scrape some wits about him again. Really, Laurent always made it so difficult for him to think, clever and sexy as he was. The tongue running up the length of his cock and brushing against one of his more sensitive spots made the goosebumps worse, fine hairs standing straight at attention.

Willing himself into focus and reaching for the bottle, Gansey popped out the cork and worked the oil between his fingers. It was initially cool but quickly warmed with his body-heat, making it more comfortable for his lover.

Then he grabbed Laurent's ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Maybe he'd get the chance to bite it later (another thing added onto the growing list of things he'd very much like to do to/with his fiance). Teasing wasn't something only Laurent could do; Gansey was pleased to offer some of the same treatment by rubbing his slick fingers against Laurent's ass, pressing the pad of his finger down as though he might push into his lover before pulling back, rubbing again.

Laurent rumbled with decadent pleasure as Gansey started touching him. He shot Gansey an appreciative grin at the teasing, utterly loving it.

All of his fears and pain had been chased away, and Laurent continued confidently as he lavished Gansey with kisses and licks. He would have liked to keep it up for an hour, until Gansey was utterly devastated and mewling beneath him, but he judged that Gansey had been patient enough, and there would be plenty of time--all their lives--for more. They had both been patient enough.

Kissing the tip again, wet and open-mouthed, Laurent slid his lips down around it. The taste and smell of him was utterly unique, utterly Gansey, at no risk at all of setting off his memories. Laurent bobbed his head once and then slid down again, and down, relaxing his throat and taking Gansey in to the hilt with practiced ease and exquisite skill. His throat clenched, airway cut off, and Laurent gagged once, pulling up fast with a wave of revulsion and pain. Flushed and gasping, Laurent winced, eyes lowered, feeling like an idiot.

"Should've known better than to go too fast," Laurent joked, using sharp, defensive humor to try and cover the void of hurt panic that he felt, throat clenching with old memories.

What he did experience was nothing short of amazing—even if everything Laurent did was, in his eyes, amazing. When he felt the heat of Laurent's mouth around him he whimpered, a strangled noise from how good it felt. But once Laurent gagged he was alert, concerned for his fiance and pausing on teasing his lover open to check on him.

"It's okay," Gansey answered with no hesitation, reaching out to cup his fingers around Laurent's cheeks, voice low and impossibly soothing—only to make a startled, embarrassed noise when he realized that he had accidentally smeared some oil across his lover's cheek. So worried for his lover, he'd forgotten that his fingers were slick with it.

"Shoot, I'm sorry," he gasped, grabbing some of the sheets to wipe the oil away. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to Laurent's forehead.

"Are you all right? Should we stop?"

Gansey was just so charming, so awkward and affectionate and wonderful that Laurent laughed, half a sob, with relief and gratitude and love. He kissed Gansey in answer, pushing him back into the pillows and winding his arms possessively around Gansey's neck. Dipping his tongue into Gansey's mouth, Laurent groaned, no longer trying to hold himself back in the slightest. He felt as though he might spill over with joy and love.

Watching Gansey's eyes as he pulled back, Laurent smiled, radiant with devotion. "I love you," he murmured, reaching down to stroke Gansey with one hand and using his other hand to guide Gansey's hand back to his ass.

Slow and careful this time, Laurent curled back across Gansey's lap, liking the position because it made him feel safe while giving him excellent access to Gansey's cock and Gansey excellent access to his ass. Pressing a soft kiss to the underside of the head, Laurent took the length into his mouth again, being more conscious this time. He paid attention to what techniques got what reactions from Gansey, and also, newly, paid attention to what he himself liked and disliked. No longer trying to show off his sparkling skill, Laurent experimented with what he could do and what he liked. He liked the weight of Gansey on his tongue, liked the fullness against his cheeks, liked the sweet, salty taste on his lips and the way Gansey's cock occasionally twitched or pulsed within him. He liked, much to his surprise, he liked when Gansey filled his throat, liked the trust and vulnerability of it, liked the stretch in his muscles, liked the pure erotic jolt that shot through his gut when he took Gansey to the hilt.

This time, when he lifted his head, licking his lips, he was contented as a cat. Shooting a grin at Gansey to assuage any concerns, Laurent went straight back to his task, savoring the pure pleasure of being able to do this for and with someone he loved.

When Laurent pushed him back Gansey's arms snaked around his waist just as possessively, meeting that tongue with his own when it dipped into his mouth. Relief filled him—Laurent was okay—and the well-being of this precious, wonderful man was all that mattered to him. And when their eyes met Gansey was entranced, quite taken with the shade of Laurent's, and startled by how much love and affection was overwhelming him.

Encouraged by Laurent guiding his hand back, Gansey began working his lover open anew. Replenishing the oil on his fingers so they were fully slick again, he began working his middle finger down, rubbing the pad and eventually pushing the tip into his lover. Focusing on pleasuring and preparing while having his cock sucked was an incredible sensation. Feeling good together... maybe an overly romantic thought, but it warmed him. Truly, it was love.

Laurent's efforts paid off. His thoroughness had Gansey panting, face flush and cheeks prettily colored. Even the length of his throat and collarbone was flush from how close he was, an instrument tuned and played by its master. He was particularly sensitive around the underside of the head of his cock and near the slit, and he made a particularly loud whimper when Laurent took him in to the hilt. Gansey loved giving oral and receiving it, and when he was receiving it he was the most vocal during sex than he'd been yet. Soft gasps, grunts, moans, whimpers, and broken noises that may have been words.

The grin he was given made his heart thud madly in his chest. Oh, what a little devil. It wasn't long before he was chewing on his bottom lip urgently, focus becoming far more difficult.

"I'm—going to come, if you keep that up..." he breathed, dangerously close to climaxing. He warned Laurent because he wasn't sure how his lover felt about swallowing; it wasn't something he would ask Laurent to do, because it wasn't something everyone like doing. Coming into the sheets was all right with him.

Laurent was amused by the warning. He knew a man's signs well enough to tell, and Gansey was particularly easy to read. Lifting his head to shoot Gansey a sinful grin, Laurent murmured against the head, low and throaty, "counting on it," before he slid right back down, giving fully of himself to draw Gansey's climax from him.

He wanted to possess every part of Gansey, to be utterly filled and surrounded, to be remade anew in love. Rumbling low as he lifted up, cheeks hollowed as he sucked, Laurent's eyelashes fluttered as he dropped back down. Only now did he use his hand, as Gansey was moments away, wanting to catch the seed on his tongue rather than taking it down his throat and risking that he might cough on it. His free hand dropped down, curling warm and careful around Gansey's balls, massaging very gently with his thumb as he coaxed Gansey over the edge.

His sense of satisfaction and pleasure was immense, loving that he was able to share something like this with Gansey, to give and take pleasure unconditionally.

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