marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

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.

He didn't want to stop fondling Laurent's ass but he had to—it was impossible not to recline back onto the pillows when he felt his orgasm take hold. Dragging the hand not slick with oil through his lover's hair, Gansey tugged on blond tresses, the urgency of his climax making his body shudder and hips jerk into the sweet warmth of the other man's mouth. Not too sharply—he tried to keep in check to avoid accidentally choking, and it took all of his effort to do so. Focus was his enemy with a mouth so sweet on him, and fingers between his legs coaxing him.

Spilling into Laurent's mouth, Gansey grabbed the sheets with his other hand, tugging them in his throes. It was like sunlight was seeping through his body, hot and drowsy, utter relief and delightful numbness. When he was finished he fell back onto the pillows, a sweaty flush mess, cheeks ruddy and eyes closed for a moment as he basked in the afterglow.

Cracking an eye open and spreading his arms, he smiled, "Come here?"

Laurent watched every moment of it, utterly enraptured by the sight of Gansey so lost to pleasure. Swallowing and licking his lips of the vibrant taste of Gansey's seed, Laurent grinned at the invitation.

He settled against Gansey's chest, leaning in to kiss him, soft and sweet, tongues mingling.

Radiant with affection, Laurent kissed him again and again, far too addicted to stop. Between kisses, he brushed his nose against Gansey's, watching him from up close with awe and adoration.

After a minute, Laurent's smile quirked, playfulness returning. "I'm timing you, you know," he said, grin wide with teasing challenge. He certainly couldn't be bothered to actually time Gansey, but teasing him about it was irresistible.

The weight against his chest was nothing short of heavenly. So natural, like he belonged there. Gansey welcomed each kiss lazily, still reeling from his orgasm, soaking in the excellent sensation of floating. Each kiss was laced with flavor. The taste of his seed on Laurent's tongue, Laurent's still on his. Saliva, as their tongues flirted. It was a moment where it felt like they truly belonged to each other. Were one.

When Gansey got the chance he licked his lips, offering a grin of his own at the teasing.

"Is that so?" he answered, a lilt coloring his voice. "And what happens if I take too long? Shall we have to practice on bettering my time?" Nuzzling his face against Laurent's he laughed, "I hope so. I'll practice relentlessly, I promise you." Not that he was much concerned; he was so vastly attracted to Laurent that he knew that his body would respond.

Playfully, he nipped at the other man's ear.

Laurent laughed happily, dropping his head forward against Gansey's shoulder and giggling like a fool. "Every day," he said, nipping at Gansey's ear in return and then shaking through another spate of laughter. "Maybe multiple times each day."

Watching Gansey's eyes with love, Laurent kissed him softly. "Finger me?" he murmured against Gansey's lips, nipping gently at them and then kissing down the side of Gansey's throat, finding a spot that he hadn't yet marked and proceeding to remedy that oversight.

"With pleasure," he murmured, wrapping one arm around Laurent's waist and sliding the other down to give his ass another playful grope. The kisses down along his throat made him sigh. More sensitive to each touch after his orgasm, every kiss left a tingling sensation in its wake, like their meeting was something sacred. As lips and teeth worked against his skin, Gansey pushed his fingers up so that he could rub the tip of his index finger up against his lover's entrance.

Pushing it in was easy given how much he'd fondled and prepped before. Slowly, past the first joint and then the second, with the help of the oil he slowly worked in and out. Every so often he pushed it all the way in and gestured in a come-hither motion, rubbing against Laurent's inner walls, looking for sensitive spots.

And it wasn't long before he teased with a second finger, taking care as he stretched and fingered.

"Would it be strange," he said against Laurent's hair, tone teasing, "if I licked you here, too?"

Laurent made soft sounds of contentment as Gansey fingered him. He continued kissing and nipping at Gansey's neck, admiring the mark he had made and surrounding it with kisses.

The question made him pause and lift his head, considering Gansey's eyes for a moment to be sure he had understood correctly and that the offer was genuine. His lips parted, then shut, and he swallowed, finding it hard to respond--or think--with Gansey's fingers moving within him.

He knew of the act in question. He'd seen it done. It was common enough, for human pets in Vere to perform that particular service for their masters. And yet Laurent didn't have any idea what the social attitude was toward the act between lovers.

His brain was forced to recalibrate again, adjusting his own standards and morals to Gansey's, which were clearly preferable.

"I," Laurent said, kissing him very softly. "I don't know. I don't think it matters." He brushed the tip of his nose against Gansey's, smiling happily down at him. "It's no one's business but ours if we decide to be strange."

He felt languid and loved, basking in the pleasure of being touched. His cock twitched, quickly regaining interest in their activities as Gansey's skilled fingers wiggled inside of him.

Admittedly, it was nothing Gansey had ever done before—it only passed his interest because when he said he had wanted to taste all of Laurent, he had meant it. There had been plenty of talk of it at the bar in town, particularly by men with male lovers, among other things. Plus, his refractory period wasn't over and he was still feeling quite sensitive, so Laurent would have to wait a little longer for his cock. It was—interesting. Switching it up from his fingers while he was still recovering from his climax.

Laurent's answer got a chuckle. "You're quite right," Gansey smiled, leaning up to steal another kiss. "And you're the only person I've ever wanted to be strange with." You'll forever be the only person I want to be strange with. Whatever was left of him, Laurent could have. And in return Gansey wanted whatever Laurent was willing to give.

When Gansey noticed Laurent's cock he smirked, glancing back up at his lover with an arched brow. "I see you're quick. Or is it just that you like me so much?" Pulling his fingers out, Gansey wriggled down a bit, hands resting on Laurent's hips. "Sit up for me?" It would be easier if Laurent was on top, he figured, with his legs parted.

"Both, I think," Laurent said, smiling trustingly as Gansey moved. "Not sure."

He shifted for him, letting Gansey guide him into place and blushing at the position that Gansey seemed to have in mind. "Oh."

Blushing deeply, Laurent wound his fingers into Gansey's hair, hovering tentatively above him with his thighs spread. He felt exposed and bare, blushing deeply about this whole plan. "Are you certain? We don't have to. If you don't--if you change your mind--we can stop."

Instantly, Gansey liked their new position for a number of reasons. The deep blush settling across Laurent's cheeks was one—the color staining his fair skin was absolutely lovely. Another reason was because it was deeply intimate. The view from below was stunning. Gansey's gaze quickly raked over the new angle, of Laurent's slender cock and ass, the milky skin of his inner thighs. Not only did it give him a nice view, it also granted him easy access.

Kissing the soft skin of Laurent's inner thighs, Gansey grinned sinfully, peeking up at his lover. "I want to." After a brief pause he added, "The same goes for you. If you don't like it, I'll stop." He wasn't sure if Laurent had much experience in this kind of position, or if he had, if he had liked it.

But there was no outright protest so he took that to mean that his beloved wasn't against the idea. No better time to start than the present—with no more hesitations, Gansey leaned up, hooking one of his arms around Laurent's thigh as he kissed his balls, moving up to his cheeks. It was the perfect time to nip, playfully bite one while he had the chance. Gansey very much liked Laurent's ass, and thought it deserved some appreciation.

Laurent gasped, then laughed as Gansey bit the cheek of his ass. "Gansey," he said, laughing and blushing.

Uncertain what to do with himself, since he wanted to be careful not to smother Gansey or press him in any way, Laurent tried his best to keep still. He braced himself with an arm against the headboard, letting his free hand wind tightly into Gansey's hair. Fingers twitching every time Gansey did something new, he gasped and moaned freely, often interspersed with laughter.

It felt unbelievable that anyone would think this was a good idea, or that Gansey would want to have his head between Laurent's legs like this, but he felt unabashed delight in Gansey's playful affection, and the sensations of Gansey's touches were exquisite.

"I can't believe you," Laurent said, still overcome by waves of joyful laughter. "Gansey."

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