marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

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."

Laurent desperately didn't want to move, but his trust and loyalty to Gansey shadowed absolutely everything else. If Gansey said they were moving, then he would gather his own self-discipline to get up.

He didn't get as far as he expected. The world spun around him when he sat up, and his arms and legs were tingling like they'd fallen asleep. Laurent dropped back onto his elbows, startled by this turn of events but not displeased.

"My whole body is tingling," he said, voice thick. "I'm not entirely sure whether I can walk." He smirked, looking Gansey over with love and humor. "How are you doing?"

Gansey was mildly concerned when Laurent fell back onto his elbows but it didn't seem like he was in any pain. And when the young heir hear the reason, he laughed, delighted that he'd been so thorough in his loving.

"Sore," he said, pushing up into a sitting position and regretting it. No part of his body wanted any of this moving business. His flesh tingled as well, bones felt like soup, and the urge to curl back in bed was incredibly strong. Before he could roll over again, Gansey forced himself to his feet, looking down at his fiance with affection.

"But I'll manage. How about I carry you? My prince."

The bath was down the stairs but Gansey wasn't concerned, having more or less vaulted down them every day since he turned twelve and moved in. Stiffly, he stepped into his pants.

Laurent's smirk widened into a grin at the offer. He was delighted and tempted by it, chewing his lip as he considered. "Are you sure you can manage? You're not that much bigger than me. And you're also sore and worn out."

Wincing as he got to his feet, Laurent reached for him, drawing Gansey in for an affectionate kiss. "Not that I wouldn't be very impressed," he murmured against Gansey's lips. "Because I would."

Humming into the kiss, Gansey considered their options. Either he carried Laurent down to the wash room and helped him clean up, or they remained up in the tower, covered in seed. The later wasn't quite so desirable once everything had dried up and it would be much more difficult to avoid prying eyes in the morning.

"I think I can," he murmured back, stealing another short press of their lips. "I'd certainly like to think I can. But I suppose I could go and steal some washcloths and a bucket—it may be good to have them in here from now on anyway."

He loved his tower. It did not, however, give them easy access to a bath in which to clean up after sex. When he'd chosen it he had never given something like that a second's thought. At the time, he'd been considering breeding hawks, though that obviously didn't happen. Sharing his room with a bunch of hawks would have been a nightmare.

"I want you to be comfortable. I think I might want to sleep in tomorrow."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Laurent asked, fond and amused, though he was lacking some context to make sense of Gansey's apparently unrelated statements.

Resigned to going to the wash room now that he was already up, Laurent nuzzled briefly at him and then let go, looking around at his clothing for a good option. There wasn't one. He pulled one of Gansey's shirts over his head, since it was big enough on him to provide some modesty, and wobbled over to the stairwell. He paused at the door, leaning against it and looking back at his lover. Having to get up and go downstairs to a shared wash room while he was debauched and tired was awful, and it threw the disadvantages of the tower room into sharp relief. As much as he loved Gansey's eccentric tower room, this part was excruciating to Laurent's fastidious nature and need for privacy.

"I want a private bath, Gansey," he said, realizing now that they couldn't--that he couldn't--live in a room without one, no matter how much he might love the room.

Worries rushed up around him the moment after he'd said it, freezing his sense of contentment. What if Gansey refused to move rooms? Worse, what if Gansey agreed, but lost his Gansey-ness in an ordinary room with an attached bath? What if he resented the requirement? What if it drove them apart, with Laurent in the royal room and Gansey in the tower?

To the question Gansey merely wagged his eyebrows, letting Laurent take of that what he would.

Watching his poor lover have to drag himself to the door and eventually down the stairs did put things into perspective. If they were going to stay together, it was for the best that they moved into a wing. Private chambers. Something bigger than the rooms Laurent had been given for now. Even if he ordered there be a bathroom built alongside the tower, it was still not much room for two people.

"Okay." Meeting Laurent and wrapping an arm around the small of the other man's back, Gansey kissed his temple. "We'll figure it out." A marriage was built on compromise, right? Because he most certainly wanted to live with his husband. Some married couples did not sleep together every night but Gansey didn't think that they would be one of those.

"So, am I carrying you down? I'd love to carry you bridal style."

Laurent smiled, worries melting away. He trusted Gansey more than he trusted himself, and all it took was a smile and a kiss to ground him again.

"I'd love it if you did," Laurent said, sliding his arms around Gansey's neck. Gansey was warm and irresistible, especially since they weren't wearing much and Laurent was cold and tired, states of being which only compounded. "If you're sure you aren't going to strain something."

Laurent was long-legged and slender, but he was not insubstantial, and he wasn't sure how steady Gansey's broad shoulders and muscles were. "I will be terribly impressed, after all."

"Let me spoil you while I'm still young and spry," he said as he slipped his arm underneath Laurent's thighs and swing him up into position, tight against his chest. There were benefits to being utterly weird and working like one of the stable hands—cleaning the stables and tossing hay, carrying buckets, and working with heavy saddles meant that he was quite a bit stronger than he looked.

No, Laurent wasn't insubstantial. It wasn't effortless, especially since Gansey was also tired, but it wasn't all that difficult. Ignoring his complaining muscles, Gansey headed down the stairs. Years in the tower meant that he was used to each and every step and where to step on it.

"You know," he mused, tone utterly teasing, "if you're still interested in being had by a stable hand, I could dress up as one for you. I think I'd give a pretty convincing performance."

Laurent laughed because the suggestion was absurd, and laughed because it delighted him, and then sank for a moment into thoughtful silence as he realized exactly how appealing that idea was. The playfulness and performance of it were things that he loved, and he couldn't deny the draw of Gansey dressed as a stable groom, with straw in his hair.

"And then you ravish me in a bale of hay?" Laurent asked, happy and teasing. He hugged his arms tight around Gansey's shoulders, feeling incredibly safe and spoiled in his lover's arms. A nervous part of his brain, sharp and tinny, fluttered anxiously at being carried down stairs like this, but Laurent ignored it. The nerves were greatly outweighed by the trust and the pleasure of being pampered like this. "That sounds like... a lot of fun, honestly."

Normally Gansey ran down the stairs, used to skipping two steps at a time or sliding along the railing. Now, he was careful, because even though he was confident he didn't want to be careless. He'd throw himself down the stairs first so Laurent could land on him before he allowed his fiance to get hurt.

"Absolutely," he answered, tone still light and flirtatious, "and anywhere else I can get you." Reaching the bottom of the stairs safely, Gansey continued to carry the other man to the wash room, still considering what else playing stableboy for Laurent might consist of.

"Because I'll have been yearning for you for years—but a prince would never notice a lowly stable boy." Winking, Gansey gently deposited Laurent once they reached the wash room. "I'll run your bath." Setting to work, he checked the temperature before twisting the series of chains to pull the plugs that kept the hot water backed up. It was insulated so it remained warm for quite some time and was often replenished by the staff.

"My bath?" Laurent asked, smiling as he drew the shirt over his head and stepped into the tub. The water was still shallow, but it was warmer than standing in the cool air beside the tub. Laurent splashed some of the water over his legs to warm them. "Not our bath?"

Shooting Gansey a tempting grin, Laurent rested his arms on the side of the tub. "Keep telling me about being had by this stable hand. Have I been lusting after you secretly for years, or shall my head be turned all at once by a stolen kiss?"

"Our," he said, correcting himself with a soft laugh. The water was delightfully warm. Dipping his hand in, Gansey swirled in some of their bath salts. A few bubbles popped up in the water and a lovely floral scent filled the room.

"Mmmm... perhaps my love has been unrequited for years," he considered, stopping up the faucets once the tub was filled. "Whenever I had to saddle up your horse for a ride with one of your many suitors, agony burned my heart."

Once he was out of his trousers the prince slid into the bath, reclining back as the warm water eased the aches of his body. "Until one day I could no longer stand such pain, deciding then I would steal one kiss and leave. The memory of one kiss would be enough to warm my heart for the rest of my days. Lonely days, naturally. My heart would yearn for no one else."

Laurent slid into his arms, nestling close and peppering soft, adoring kisses down Gansey's neck. "Never guessing how I loathed all my selfish, pampered suitors, and how I longed to be stolen away by someone sweet and kind, with excellent muscles and a really very nice cock."

Grinning, he reached for a wash cloth, starting to attentively stroke it over Gansey's chest and shoulders. "Maybe someone like the broad-shouldered stable hand, who always was so gentle with my horse and my own person, with a devotion that I never suspected was anything more, never could have hoped to have turned toward me by a lover."

Nuzzling softly at Gansey's cheek, he smiled, watching his fiance's eyes. "You make me so happy."

As soon as Laurent was against him, Gansey wa sliding his arms around his waist. The kisses were sweet and tickled, making him smile, soft laughter echoing off the tiles. "A match made in heaven," he said as Laurent rubbed the cloth over his skin. It felt good, washing away the cooled sweat. In return Gansey slid one hand between Laurent's legs to soap him up, cleaning off the seed that had begun to dry there. Gently, as though giving his lover a massage, his fingers kneaded against Laurent's thigh.

Meeting Laurent's gaze and holding it, he was momentarily lost in blue. "I hope I always will." Pulling his other arm from around the other man's waist, Gansey reached up to cup Laurent's cheek with his hand, brush his thumb across his fine cheekbone. "I will always be here for you. I will always love you. Never forget that."

His hand dropped to touch the locket around Laurent's neck. "Do you have an idea of what you would like to put inside?"

"Yes," Laurent said, grinning warmly at him. "You keep distracting me with those eyes of yours. And those lips." Kissing him with a brief flick of tongue, Laurent let the cloth slip under the water as he opened the clasp of the locket and held it out to Gansey. "A kiss," he said, eyes sparkling with playful affection. "In case I ever need to have one saved up, if we're parted."

As much as the idea pleased him, Laurent didn't think that he'd ever open the locket again, for fear of risking that kiss. If Gansey was by his side, he could take his kisses from Gansey's lips. If Gansey was away from him, Laurent would never open the locket for fear that, if Gansey never returned, it would be the last kiss he'd ever have.

"How very clever," he hummed, eyebrow raised in humor at the idea. He liked it very much. Bowing his head, the young heir pressed his lips against the locket, as tender and loving as he would if he were kissing Laurent. Then he closed the locket himself to seal it in. It snapped shut with a little tink.

"It's a shame there's only room for one. I'd leave you a thousand, so you wouldn't miss me while we're parted."

His eyes sparkled as he said that, bumping his head against Laurent's. "Though, if I have my way, we'll never be parted for long."

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