marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

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.

When Gansey felt Laurent go weak, he held tight to keep his lover up, using his arm and body to help support his weight. Giving in to the primal urge to fully have Laurent, Gansey moved harder, relentlessly. Even his hand kept working when Laurent came; he wanted him to ride out his orgasm, to be fully pleased and sated.

The feeling of semen dripping down his fingers made his stomach roll. The hand wound so tightly in his hair sent shivers of delight tumbling through his body. "Laurent," he gasped in response, his own orgasm hitting him. It was more overwhelming the second time. It took everything to ride it out, drunk on the sweet, incredible sensation of being inside the other man, the wet sound of their joining and his own seed trickling down between Laurent's thighs.

When he finished he still remained fast against Laurent, breathing heavily and dizzy from how intense everything felt. Clumsily, he raised his clean hand to catch Laurent's chin, turning his head so that he might steal a kiss.

Sweet and pliant in Gansey's arms, Laurent did his best to keep his hips moving, wanting to give everything he could to his lover. The continued thrusts made him shudder, exquisitely overwhelming against his overstimulated prostate, and he bucked hard more than once with intense aftershocks, body clenching around Gansey until he'd finally finished and stilled.

Smiling happily, Laurent turned his head, returning the kiss sweetly despite how dazed and languid he felt.

"Stay inside," he said, moving Gansey's hands down to his hips so that he could hold them together. "Can you?"

Leaning forward, trusting Gansey to move with him, Laurent dropped onto his hands, then lowered himself down onto his belly, smiling happily as Gansey settled above him. "That's perfect," Laurent murmured, finding that he loved being pinned down like this. It made him feel safe.

"Nnn."

Gansey made a sweet sound from his throat, still blitzed out from his orgasm high. Staying inside was no issue; he didn't wanted to be parted from Laurent, and when his cock was so sensitive, being inside of him felt utterly amazing. So he followed as Laurent dropped onto his hands and lowered himself down. With care, Gansey positioned himself on top, wrapping his arm around Laurent's, making to thread their fingers together once they were comfortable.

Draping himself across Laurent's back while still inside him was a true pleasure. Relaxed, sweetly numb, Gansey rubbed his cheek against Laurent's hair and tickled his shoulders with a few light kisses. He was drowsy but not exactly sleepy; he wasn't the kind to just drift off after sex. Content, fulfilled, he basked in the the warmth they shared.

"I love you. So much."

"You're warm," Laurent said, sounding utterly blissful. He squeezed Gansey's hand, smiling like an idiot. "That was wonderful, Gansey."

Content and safe, Laurent closed his eyes, listening to Gansey's breath. He didn't want to sleep, not yet, not when he was enjoying this moment so very much.

"I want to do this sometime and feel you harden again inside me," he murmured, lips quirking in a wicked little smile. "I'd also very much like to find out whether I can come from prostate stimulation alone. And whether I can achieve multiple orgasms like that. I hear that some men can, and I do find that I love having you, ah, stimulate my prostate."

Laughing softly, Laurent tugged Gansey's hand closer to his lips so that he could kiss the knuckles. "I love you."

Laurent's words made Gansey's cheeks color before he chuckled, giving an affectionate bite to the shoulder closest to him, "You little minx." But he was pleased, incredibly so. To think! Not only did he fall madly in love with his arranged husband, their sex life was going to be incredibly fulfilling. There was a lot that he wanted to try now that he had someone he felt closed to emotionally, now that he knew how good sex could be. Never before had he enjoyed it nearly as much.

"I look forward to trying all of that. And more." The more of which he would elaborate on another time. May as well keep a little mystery, mm?

The kisses against his knuckles made him sigh. "Are you tired?" he asked, knowing that the hour was growing late. "It's okay if you sleep."

"I'm content," Laurent said, sighing happily. "Don't want to sleep just yet. Enjoying this too much. Especially when you bite me." Laughing, Laurent tipped his head up so that he could nip Gansey's chin.

"We ought to get some--I have no idea what you would call them here. Amorous aids. Sex toys. I want to place an order from Vere. I can write to an attendant of mine from the palace who can handle such a request discreetly. And we can get some things here, if you have a similar contact." Rubbing his thumb against the side of Gansey's finger, he thought it over. "No matter how discreet either of us might be, if either of us were to purchase, say, a very elegant leather collar, it's a certain thing that someone would put together the fact that neither of us keeps dogs, and that would be halfway across the kingdom within a day."

At that, Gansey laughed heartily, a velvety sound ringing through the room. "Oh! Would it. Perhaps it's time that I adopt one of those dogs I've been thinking about keeping. Then there would merely be suspicion instead of outright certainty. And you would have two dogs on your hands."

As for someone he trusted here... well. Gossip was king. No matter how trusted his servants might be, if he sent them out for amorous aides they would not be able to resist talking. Which left Henry. And... no. Henry would be the worst one of all. Either he'd make so much fun or ask if he could join in. Gansey wasn't sure which one was worse.

Not that he would even know what to tell someone to pick up. As far as sex toys went, he was fairly inexperienced. The extend of his amorous aides had been rope and fabric. Things that served other purposes and were easily gotten.

"What would you want to order?" he asked, very curious indeed.

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