marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

"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.

Laurent found, to his delight, that he loved being under Gansey while he was laughing, since it sent the most pleasant rumbling vibrations through his chest. "A couple dildos--carved phalluses wrought in either polished wood or stone. Similarly, a few anal plugs. They're shaped like bulbs, with a flared base, which means the bulb feels nice as it slides in and out of you, and the flared base keeps it in place. At least theoretically, I've never tried them on myself, but I would very much like to. You can use them to open me up, if we get different size gradations, or you can slip one in me after you've come to keep your seed in me."

Smirking wickedly, Laurent turned his head to sweetly kiss Gansey's cheek. "Silken cords will be easy enough to find, and cloth for blindfolds if we want it. The collar and leash will have to be secured somehow."

Happy and impish, he kissed Gansey's knuckles again, nipping one of his fingers. "For starters, at least."

At the nip to his finger, Gansey felt a distinct jolt shoot through his stomach, goosebumps almost automatically rippling up his arms at the sensation. A kiss against his fingers had never given him such an intense reaction but there was something about tongue and teeth—in response his cock twitched inside his lover, apparently taking interest again even though it had only been a few minutes since he'd finished.

With what Laurent was saying... was it really much of a surprise? The idea of Laurent wearing a plug, stretching out for Gansey, or plugging his seed inside of him? It was all very attractive. Even the thought of wearing a collar for Laurent was getting him a little hot, and that was before throwing a leash into the equation.

"Oh," he muttered, lips lightly pressing against Laurent's ear, "be careful. If you keep talking like that, you may get to feel me getting hard in you tonight."

"I felt that," Laurent teased, laughing happily and nipping again at another of Gansey's fingers. "Are we going to test how many rounds you can go in under an hour? I might have to take notes. And time you."

His tongue flicked over Gansey's fingertip, utterly unable to resist teasing and tempting him. "Imagine slipping a plug into me before some court event and then watching me mingle innocently with courtiers, while you'd be the only one to know that I was being filled up and stretched open. I can imagine how hyper aware you'd be of every time I twitched or squirmed for apparently no reason."

Laughing, he squirmed playfully under his lover, relishing his own shamelessness now that he had an opportunity to really explore it. "Until you got impatient enough to steal me away to the nearest dark closet to take it out, with me already all slicked up so you can slide right in..."

The little tease. Gansey's cock twitched again, showing definite interest in the scenario that Laurent was playing out. The continued attention to his fingers didn't help cool him off any. When another twinge hit him he whined, shifting his legs and biting his lip. Imagining Laurent mingling among the court like that... just ready and waiting for Gansey to take him.

"You really want me to wear you out, don't you?"

His words were strained, half teasing, half a groan. They both knew the ending to that story and fantasizing about it was pushing him over the edge. Almost.

Gently rubbing his finger against Laurent's lip, he murmured, "Suck on it? Please."

"Yes, please," Laurent murmured, laughing again. He nipped briefly at Gansey's finger at the request, flicking his tongue over it and then swallowing him in to the base, moaning shamelessly as he hollowed his cheeks around Gansey's finger. His hips stirred upward, unable to resist grinding lightly as he could feel Gansey's cock starting to harden again inside of him.

Letting Gansey's finger go, Laurent kissed his wet fingertips, shivering with pleasure and longing. "Love how that feels. My Gansey. Please, bite me again? Want you to take me, already messy with your seed. Fill me."

Shuddering at his own words, Laurent sucked on the next finger, keening softly for his lover.

"Laurent." His gasp was sharp, dizzy from the sweet thrill that tumbled through his system at the feeling of Laurent sucking on his fingers. There was no resisting pushing back against his lover, groin grinding down against him as his erection continued to come to life. It was almost unfair how sexy Laurent was. From the man's clever wit to his alluring whimpers, Gansey was completely smitten.

My Gansey. That made his stomach knot up in the most fantastic way. Sliding his free hand down between Laurent's legs, he tugged one up as he leaned back, half pulling Laurent back on top of him. Rolling his hips, he thrusted his cock up into his lover again and again, building up new, quick thrusts.

Skimming his mouth along the lovely expanse of his neck and shoulder, Gansey settled on a spot and bit again, tugging and sucking on the spot as he rocked. The bed creaked beneath their weight, with their movements. More familiar with what angles Laurent liked this time around, he shot for those while he fucked his lover, cock steadily becoming more erect inside of him.

The bites he offered were more possessive and rough but he never broke skin. Merely gave Laurent a series of red and purple marks, starkly obvious against milky skin.

Laurent quickly found that he hadn't had any idea what he was getting into, but what he had gotten himself into was lovely. Being held and marked by his young, handsome lover as Gansey drilled up into him was utterly exquisite. Laurent's arm stretched up again, fingers tangling back into Gansey's soft hair to encourage him.

He caught two of Gansey's fingers in his mouth, taking them deep as he flicked his tongue between them, moaning at how it felt somehow between having Gansey's tongue in his mouth and having Gansey's cock in his mouth, and he loved every moment of it. Still plenty sensitive, his prostate throbbed within him at each quick, skilled thrust, and Laurent mewled and whined around his mouthful. His cock was barely half-hard, but his whole body tingled with want as Gansey moved within him, giving him everything that he'd asked for and more.

Gansey moaned against one of Laurent's new hickeys, gasping at the sensation of two of his fingers being sucked on. Curling them, he playfully tracing Laurent's teeth and met his tongue. Rubbed the pads of his fingers down on it. Saliva dripped into his palm and it made his cock throb as he jerked up into his lover, biting down hard on another spot to try to spend some of his pent up arousal.

"You're amazing," Gansey whispered against Laurent's ear, voice deep and husky. "Feel so good... I want to come in you again and again, really make you mine... every inch. My darling." The dirty fantasies had really got Gansey going—eager to repay the favor, Gansey started off where Laurent had trailed.

"I would drag you into a closet... take out that plug and slip into you, only inches from everyone else. Have you until you're spent and then plug you up again with my seed, send you back out. Really claim you." Leaning in, he pressed a heated kiss against Laurent's ear, continuing his thrusts as he tugged his lover back against him.

Laurent gave a low, desperate moan in response, impressed and deeply appreciative of Gansey's ability to give as good as he got on their dirty talk. Lashes fluttering, Laurent shuddered against him, overtaken by waves of sensation that weren't quite orgasm but were far too intense to be simple shudders. His grip tightened, free hand clutching at Gansey's hip and digging his nails in, leaving marks as he clung to his beloved. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he ever dreamed possible. The mental stimulation of Gansey's promises blended with the emotional satisfaction of love and the incredible physical experience, leaving him transcendent with pleasure. He sucked hard on Gansey's fingers, starving for him, as another set of shudders set him bucking and whimpering against Gansey, keening for more and grinding his hips desperately back against Gansey.

Restless and desperate, Gansey continued working, third time making it easier to push himself. The nails at his hip and fingers in his hair made him gasp in delight, loving the sting of red crescents being dug into his skin. Unable to resist, he thrust his fingers in Laurent's mouth gently, curled them, like he was fingering his lover all over again.

"Nnn... God, and I'd wear a collar for you. Be completely yours," he sighed. "Take you in every way you want. Get on my knees and lick you, kiss you everywhere... bite you. Mark you. Make it so you couldn't think of anything but me."

He was panting against Laurent's ear now. His erection was nearly full and he felt incredible. Tired yet past the point of exhaustion, utterly in tune with his lover. Angling slightly different, Gansey went at Laurent's sweet spot again, changing it up.

Laurent cried out, half-gagged by Gansey's fingers but still plenty loud. Heat blossomed through him, unfurling through his nerves and making all his muscles lock suddenly. The world went white for him, then black, waves of a deep orgasm rolling through him, even though his cock was still only half-hard and produced no ejaculate. Whimpering and trembling, he went still for a moment, panting soft and low. His eyelashes fluttered, recovering from the intensity of that, but right behind it was a hungry ache that wasn't done, and he rolled his hips back again, exhausted but more than eager to take anything more that Gansey could give.

Gansey kept riding his lover even as he noticed Laurent freezing up; it didn't seem to be a mad thing from the sounds he was making so he continued, thrusting up against the other man's prostate, grinding against him, trying to get to his own peak. It was odd the third time; his muscles burned, body ached, but there was a hunger that couldn't be sated until he finished.

A sharp twist in his gut made him bite Laurent's shoulder in response, moaning heavily from deep in his throat. It felt like his veins were on fire. Every inch of his body was roaring, crashing, like huge waves reaching white crests and crashing down against the shore.

When his orgasm crept up on him he pulled Laurent hard against his body and bit him again and again, hips stilling as a cold sweat broke out across his flesh and face gone flush. He came after, which was a little unusual for him, and he shuddered as he filled his lover again.

"Laurent," Gansey gasped again, arms tight around his fiance.

Long past words with love and need, Laurent cried out again as Gansey squeezed him and bit him, spilling within him. Pleasure radiated through every inch of his body, leaving him utterly wrung out and drained on the waves of pleasure. He'd lost count, not sure if his climaxes had only really been two for the evening or if they'd spilled into double digits in the intense waves of pleasure near the end. He'd gotten what he'd asked for, and he melted against Gansey, panting as he recovered. Incapable of words, he nuzzled at Gansey, winding their fingers together and trusting to Gansey to shift him as necessary.

He belonged utterly to Gansey, beyond any possible doubt or question. Whatever formalities or vows passed between them, Laurent knew that it was this moment that bound them, this purity of love and intimacy. Sighing with satisfaction, Laurent wound his fingers together with Gansey's, squeezing tight.

For once, Gansey was also incapable of words. His heart was still thundering in his chest, body sinking utterly into sweet afterglow, everything almost too sensitive. Luckily, they didn't really need words. The hand tangled with his... the tight, loving squeeze. It was all he needed. Tonight had been their special night, as pure a marriage of body and soul as any other. Maybe even purer. A token of his love in the shape of a locket, and thoroughly learning each other's bodies, giving more than either of them had ever given before.

If only they could stay like this forever. But Gansey had to move—his cock was too sensitive to stay inside Laurent, and so he gently shifted back after he'd cuddled against Laurent and peppered the side of his face with kisses.

"I'm sorry, darling—have to move now." Sliding out, he gasped, eyelids flickering from the chill that crawled up his spine. Once he was comfortable he settled back against Laurent, wrapping an arm around his lover's waist.

"I think I'll sleep well tonight," he laughed, breathlessly.

Laurent also gasped, giving a soft little groan as Gansey slid from him. He settled on his side, hugging a pillow under his head and spooning back against Gansey. He wound their fingers close together, too dazed with pleasure to manage thoughts. His thighs were warm and sticky, but the feeling was still pleasant. It occurred to him, distantly, that he needed to clean between his legs before it dried and irritated his sensitive skin, but his tired mind insisted that he'd do that in just a minute, he just wanted to close his eyes briefly first.

His grip remained tight on Gansey's hand, possessive of him, because that was the one thing his conscious mind focused on. His Gansey. His breathing was even, not yet asleep, but too blissed out to do anything but marinate in the afterglow. Nothing else mattered, as long as he was still in his Gansey's arms.

Spooning up against Laurent, hands lovingly tucked together, felt like a miracle. Mind quiet, everything seemed perfect with the world. The gentle sound of his lover's breath lulled him into a half-doze. Warm and loved, never had he ever felt like he could so easily drift off into sleep before.

They remained like that for a while. So sated and comfortable, Gansey kept putting off moving even thought he knew that they should clean up before they truly fell asleep for the night. So it was with a large portion of his self-discipline that he leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Laurent's temple.

"We need to clean you up," he coaxed, "before we can sleep." It would be very uncomfortable to wake up covered in dried sweat and semen.

"I'll wash you."

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