marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

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."

Laurent's laughter made Gansey laugh, breathless and throaty when his mouth wasn't busy with kissing. It was better than any music he'd ever heard, laughter laced with moans and gasps. Newly riled up, Gansey continued his exploration, one arm anchored below himself to help push up. Kissing and licking was fun and rewarded him with delightful responses, but what else might Laurent like?

Going further, Gansey pushed the tip of his tongue up and rubbed it against Laurent's entrance, fascinated by how it felt. The taste of Laurent was heavy in his mouth and he was utterly pleased by it, drunk on Laurent Laurent Laurent. Feeling adventurous, wanting to hear more out of his beloved, Gansey rolled his tongue, flicked it, listening for what Laurent might find enjoyable.

And, feeling particularly frisky and wanting to give Laurent a surprise, Gansey pushed his tongue up into his lover, working it in and out of his body.

Laurent gasped at the first touch of Gansey's tongue, breath catching and eyes going wide. His hand fisted in Gansey's hair, holding tight to him. It felt like nothing he'd ever experienced, that warm, wet, playful touch of Gansey's tongue. He gave a choked mew of pleasure, dissolving within moments into flustered little cries and gasps.

It undid him like nothing he'd ever encountered, and it was all Laurent could do to keep his thighs steady as his whole body trembled, waves of pleasure radiating through his nerves. "Gansey."

The sound of his name gasped like that only urged Gansey on. Arm still tight around Laurent's thigh, he pulled himself up, working his tongue in and out, rolling it, trying whatever crossed his mind. Curling, flicking, rubbing. Not letting Laurent adjust or anticipate anything that he might try.

Even though his body was still recovering, Gansey couldn't help but to react to the sounds his lover was making. Blood rushing, pulse quickening, heart thudding heavily in his chest—it was almost hard to believe he'd been feeling so languid before.

When he finally pulled his mouth away his lips were slick with the oil from before and his own saliva, reddened from kissing. Looking up at Laurent, he studied how lovely the other man looked before grinning.

"I think I like strange."

Laurent replied with a devastated whimper, utterly unraveled from pleasure. His head was spinning, body tingling with pleasure, and he felt bereft when Gansey pulled away.

"Fuck me," Laurent begged, voice broken and ragged with yearning. He detangled his hand carefully, fingers trembling, feeling like his knees were going to give out at any moment. He'd never imagined that he was capable of feeling half the pleasure that Gansey had just given him, and they weren't done yet. "Please fuck me."

Gods, he wanted to. His body was aching for it, begging to catch up, pushing limits merely because of Laurent's pleading. Catching his lover around the waist, Gansey pushed him back, crawling so that he was the one doing the straddling this time.

"I'm almost there," he promised, cock twitching, still sensitive from his orgasm but not painfully so. Possessively he caught Laurent's mouth with his own, thoroughly dominating him, forgotten just where his mouth had been and if Laurent would be okay with kissing after that. He needed it, to feel Laurent underneath him, supple and desperate in his arms.

When he broke the heavy, possessive kiss, he fumbled for the bottle of oil. Laurent was slick and ready but to make things as smooth as possible he dripped some onto his cock, jerking it in his palm to lather the oil up the length. Brow creased, he exhaled from the tugging sensation in his belly, the rebuilding of his erection.

"Raise your hips for me," he coaxed, sitting back to slide between Laurent's legs.

Laurent moaned into Gansey's mouth, yielding utterly to his lover, his prince. Every inch of his skin, every drop of his blood thrilled with pleasure as he returned the kiss, parting his lips to let Gansey claim him.

But when Gansey slid in between his legs, Laurent squirmed against him, struggling back into half of his senses in order to object. "No," he said, whimpering once because he clearly wanted, even though something was wrong.

Squirming onto his knees, Laurent reached for Gansey, kissing him softly to reaffirm their connection and his yearning. "Not like that. Please. Not yet." Laurent shuddered once, watching Gansey's eyes to make sure he understood. He'd been fine with it in Gansey's lap before, but being pinned down on his back was a much more difficult prospect.

Holding Gansey's hand loosely, Laurent turned his back, glancing back over his shoulder. There was something young and scared in Laurent's eyes--he was very young, after all, only just twenty, but his confidence and determination usually made him seem older. "Can we try it like this? Please?"

Of course he understood. When Laurent squirmed he moved, reaching out when Laurent reached for him and returning the kiss. The only thing he hated was that it was slowly becoming easier to piece together Laurent's demons—he knew the truth now, but not the details. Seeing that young look in his eyes, hearing the distress mixed with the desire... Gansey would never be able to forgive the man that hurt his lover so much.

But it was not the time to think about that. Giving Laurent's hand a gentle squeeze, Gansey pressed his chest against the other man's back, wrapping his free arm around his waist. Nuzzling Laurent's shoulder with affection, peppering it with kisses to reassure him that everything was all right.

"We can try anything you want," he promised, smoothing his palm over Laurent's stomach. "However you'd like." But for the moment Gansey needed to hug his beloved, rub his cheek against his lovely skin like a dog rolling over on its back for its owner.

Laurent melted back against him, immediately calmed and reassured at being held like this. "Better," he murmured, slipping easily back into the arousal and trust he'd felt moments before. "Thank you."

He rolled his hips back against Gansey's cock, enjoying the slick heat of it against his buttocks.

"Bite, please?" he asked, curling his fingers over Gansey's arm to keep it there. He tilted his head to one side, offering his throat and the bare expanse of his shoulder. "Gansey."

And what a beautiful bare expanse of shoulder it was. Tenderly, he placed kiss after kiss, moving up to Laurent's ear so that he could catch the other man's earlobe between his teeth, biting on it and tugging. Where did he want to bite? He could leave a trail down the slope of Laurent's neck and shoulder. He could bite a series in the shape of a heart, leaving hickeys as a reminder of his love. Or he could recklessly scatter marks without reason, animalistic and possessive.

Closing his eyes, Gansey bit toward the back of Laurent's neck, scraping his teeth down against his lover's skin and sucking heavily on the spot to bring forth a brilliant red color.

Laurent's ass pushing up against his cock helped in sparking up his arousal again—he groaned as he worked his teeth and tongue, grinding his hips forward in return. Half hard, his cock pushed against Laurent's cheeks, sliding between them as Gansey shifted his weight. Pushing, the hot length slid between the other man's cheeks, rutting, rolling hard enough to tease his entrance.

Laurent gave a starkly erotic gasp at the bite, loving it far more than he anticipated when Gansey bit the back of his neck. He shuddered against Gansey, giving a whimpering moan of pure pleasure.

"Oh, yes, please," Laurent purred, rutting back against Gansey, desperate to be filled. He felt utterly suffused with warmth, safe and adored with Gansey holding him, pressing against him, biting him. "Need you. Please. Fuck me, Gansey."

Gansey hummed against the back of Laurent's neck as he bit down, skimming lips over soft skin, and bit down again. God, he loved the noises Laurent made. But his lover had been waiting long enough; much as Gansey enjoyed teasing him, he wanted to satisfy him more. Not without one last long, hard grind, as he held Laurent tight against him.

"Me too," he whispered, tucking his face beside the other man's. "Need you." Desperately. Every inch.

Lining himself up at last, Gansey slowly pushed his cock into his lover, gasping at the heat and tightness of it. Keeping his breathing steady despite his racing heart, he didn't stop until he was all the way in, pausing to allow Laurent to adjust.

"Like this?" he purred against Laurent's ear, voice all velvet.

Radiant with pleasure, Laurent writhed against him, nodding his head against Gansey's. "Feels perfect. Like I'm complete."

He hooked his arm up over his shoulder, curling his hand possessively around the back of Gansey's neck. He felt incredibly full, muscles straining to adjust, but he remained plenty relaxed from Gansey licking him open, and felt only pleasure.

Gansey's breath against the back of his neck made him shiver, and he laughed, ticklish and joyful, wanting to stay just like this for hours. "Gansey. My Gansey. I love you."

"Oh," he sighed, "I like it when you say that. That I'm yours."

Richard, Dick, Ganseyboy, Prince... nothing ever touches him quite as much as My Gansey. He wanted to be Laurent's. So much it made his heart ache, a sweet melody, like nothing might ever be enough to truly express his feelings.

But he was going to try.

Slowly he began to move, rocking his hips and slowly drawing his cock out, rolling up again once he had almost drawn it out. Long strokes, quickly picking up the pace when he found a pleasurable rhythm, keeping his face nestled against the slope of Laurent's shoulder. He tried to angle where it seemed that Laurent responded the most, hitting the spots over and over again.

"You are," Laurent said, sighing and whimpering with pleasure as Gansey moved within him. "You are mine. My beloved Gansey. I promise to be monstrously jealous if anyone ever tries to flirt with you."

Laughing softly, Laurent slid his hand further up, tangling his fingers into Gansey's hair, possessive and affectionate as ever as they rocked together.

He cried out softly as Gansey found the right angle. Shuddering against him, Laurent's other arm clenched on Gansey's wrist, making pleading little mewls for more. "Gansey," he whispered, pleading and reverent. "Gansey. I love you."

"God," Gansey growled as he gave Laurent another sharp, possessive bite. "And you're mine." This perfect, amazing, delightful creature was all his. His to love. To embrace. Gansey had always known that he would marry for political reasons; it would be foolish to assume anything else. Royalty was so rarely afforded love. And generally, it made sense. Their countries meant more than their personal happiness. Such was their duty.

That Gansey could have this happiness? Truly, he felt blessed. He could not ask for anything else.

"I love you." Laurent wanted more so Gansey gave it, gladly. Thrusting up into his lover with more vigor, he bit his bottom lip as the familiar sensation of tensing muscles and butterflies rocketing around his belly crept up on him. Slowly, yet undeniable.

The one arm kept fast around Laurent's waist, holding him close, as the other dropped down so he could reach for Laurent's length. Taking it in his hand, he worked up a rhythm to really drag Laurent over the edge. So focused on what he was doing and feeling, Gansey could barely even offer more words, just pants and gasps, soft whines and murmurs.

Laurent laughed with pure joy and affection, spinning the possessive claim around and around inside his head. He belonged to Gansey, precious, sweet, beloved Gansey. "Harder," he begged, moaning loud as Gansey stroked him, driving him fast toward orgasm between his hand and the steady thrusting against his sensitive prostate, swollen after the first orgasm.

"Gansey," he yelped, bucking in Gansey's arms as the combination of physical and emotional pleasure pushed him into bliss. Spilling himself over Gansey's hand, his hand clenched tight in Gansey's hair, holding onto Gansey as his anchor.

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