marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

Laurent let him have as much as he wanted in the kiss, more than happy to let Gansey have a little bit of lead in that aspect, since Laurent's grip was utterly controlling in every other way.

Smirking fondly once Gansey released his lip, Laurent nipped at Gansey's mouth in return, brushing their noses for a moment and then turning his face away. He reached for the leash, hooking it onto the loop on the front of the collar. Keeping an eye on Gansey again to make sure he was okay with everything, Laurent looped the leash around his hand and grasped it near the middle, so that when he leaned back slightly, the leash was taut between them.

His gaze was steady on Gansey's face, wanting to make sure.

The leash didn't give him any pause. In fact, it almost made him laugh—to think, the heir to the throne would be on a leash. Even if it was in the bedroom. The thought gave him a stupid, boyish grin, and his eyes glittered as he glanced from the strip of leather tight between them to Laurent's hand, up along his arm and then his face.

He so wanted to make a comment and the way his dimple pressed beneath his eye said so, but he remained quiet, arching his brow and pressing his fingers forward on the bed. Not unlike a dog just waiting to hear the word Go. Really, the fact that he wasn't supposed to behave poorly just made him want to try all the more.

Laurent grinned at that face, all the more pleased by Gansey's mischief and enthusiasm. He felt more relaxed now, confident that Gansey was enjoying himself. He could feel the trust between them just as taut as that leash, with Gansey like a spirited young horse just burning to be given his head.

Giving him a little more slack, Laurent moved back off his lap, standing up and putting enough tension on the leash to be clear that he wanted Gansey up as well.

"Undress," he commanded, voice soft but eyes full of challenge, tempting Gansey to resist and yet trusting absolutely that Gansey would obey.

And tempting it was. Not that he would resist outright; he had more class than that.

Moving as the leash commanded, Gansey stood and stretched with leisure, knowing full well how it made his muscles stretch and flex in an attractive way. Especially since he was already shirtless and his pants were slung low across his hips.

Laurent had said undress. Not undress quickly. So with a little bit of a smirk he slowly reached down.... and bent his knee, so he could oh so slowly tug off one sock. Grabbing the material and dragging with fascination. When the first sock was finally dropped to the floor he moved into the next, still taking his sweet time about it.

Amused by this process, Laurent cocked his hip, watching the way Gansey's muscles shifted as he moved, watching the playful and wicked smirk on Gansey's lips.

They had all night. Laurent wasn't in any hurry, and the pleasure of seeing Gansey like this was well worth an extra measure of patience.

He waited, perfectly calm, watching Gansey with low-lidded eyes and a smirk.

Second sock gone, he continued in the same vein of slowly undoing the strings of his trousers, taking great care as he plucked each one free. It was almost a little bit of a show; the times before they had always been fairly hurried in disrobing. There was something to be said for appreciating the removal of clothes.

Pushing his thumbs into the waist of his pants, he slipped them down so that they fell around his knees, and he stepped out of them. That was the last of his clothing. Stretching again and then resting his hands on his hips, he nodded his chin up, awaiting orders with just a touch of cockiness.

Laurent increased the tension on the leash, so that Gansey would have to either lean or step forward. He liked the cockiness, and he was more than willing to test his own strength of will against Gansey's, as long as it served to only strengthen the affection between them. "Now me," he murmured, waiting to see how Gansey would obey that one.

Rather than lean, he stepped closer. Any reason to be closer.

Undress him? That struck Gansey as permission to touch. Tilting his head, he thought for a moment, considering how exactly he'd like to go about that particular request. Definitely not slow.

Closing the distance between them, he reached out to smooth his hands against Laurent's chest, over his shirt. As he helped his lover out of it, Gansey made sure to touch far more than was actually necessary. Grazing fingers along Laurent's ribs while pushing the fabric up, eyes flicking up and down in a meaningful was as he soaked up every inch.

Laurent's trousers got the same treatment. Extra handsy, and smiling as he helped his lover out of them.

"I'll have to consider tying your hands next time," Laurent teased, amused by Gansey's constant pushing of boundaries.

Stepping out of his trousers, Laurent dropped the leash to its full length, flicking it over his shoulder as he turned and walked over to the bedside table. He picked up the bottle of oil they'd been using, and then led Gansey over to the wall. He leaned back against it, giving Gansey a coy smirk and offering him the bottle, not yet informing him as to what he would be doing with it.

He followed—hell, he would have followed without the leash, constantly wanting to be near his lover. It almost made the leash unnecessary, but he didn't mind having Laurent lead him around.

Taking the bottle in his hand, he twirled it between his fingers, regarding it with curiosity before looking back up at the other man. He had an idea where things might lead—or where he would lead them, having oil on hand, but he wasn't sure if that was what Laurent was angling for.

The wall was a curious addition. Arching a brow once more, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip absentmindedly while he broke the bottle open. Waiting, to see if things were headed where he thought.

Laurent turned around for him, confident and lovely in his nudity, and braced one arm against the wall, bending and spreading his legs partway. With his other hand, he pulled the leash over his shoulder and tightened it, drawing it steadily forward so that Gansey would be forced to bend over him, with their faces inches apart. Then he glanced over his shoulder at Gansey and smirked, relishing in the odd mixture of power and vulnerability that he felt in this position, with Gansey on a leash. "Go on. Finger me."

Gods, it was an excellent view. The bed didn't afford such luxury. It was enough to make him pause as he admired Laurent's lovely shape. Slender, pale, only spoiled by the scattering of marks in various places that Gansey left behind in earlier trysts.

He didn't get to admire long because the leash shorted the distance between them. So he settled on snaking an arm around the other man's waist, pressing his body up close and resting his chin on Laurent's shoulder.

Deftly, he turned the bottle upside down in his hand and allowed what was left of the oil inside to drip all over his palm. Then he let it roll away, done with it. They would have to get more.

Nuzzling his face against the back of Laurent's neck, Gansey slid his free hand up between Laurent's legs. Starting with the tip of his index finger, he circled Laurent's hole, gently teasing before he rubbed the pad of his finger down to give more satisfying pressure.

Having Gansey against his back had felt wonderful. He'd intended, expected, that Gansey would keep a little bit of distance, keeping the leash taut between them, but being embraced by Gansey felt utterly exquisite. Laurent kept the leash tight to keep him there.

"You're mine," Laurent reminded him, with a possessive little tug to the leash.

He rocked his hips back against the touch, soothed and aroused by it and eager for more.

Gansey was more than pleased to give. He worked his finger more thoroughly as he made a soft hum of agreement—he belonged to Laurent—and grazed the tip of his tongue up along the back of his lover's neck. Pressing a kiss, taking a small bite and sucking.

Around Laurent's waist, Gansey's arm held tight, fingers skimming the soft region of belly. There was no part of Laurent that he didn't delight in; he wanted to map every contour of his body, lay an x upon each spot that proved to be particularly sensitive.

Against the back of Laurent's thigh, Gansey's cock twitched, taking a sharp interest in what was happening. Exhaling sharply, he couldn't help grinding his hips down to try and ease his beginning erection.

Laurent gasped as Gansey's finger slid into him, feeling a sharp bite of soreness from his muscles. "I'm fine," he said, taking a breath and feeling his cheeks heat. "More sore than I expected. feels good, you working me open like that. Don't stop."

Sighing with contentment as Gansey's fingers kept working, Laurent laughed at the feeling of Gansey's hips grinding against him. "Careful," he warned, playful and wicked, smirk widening. Reaching back, he trailed the end of the leash up Gansey's thigh. "You only get to come once tonight, and not before I give permission. Best to pace yourself."

Gansey made a short noise that sounded very much like what? when he heard that. How cold, Laurent. The warning did make him reconsider pressing up against his lover so much, good as it felt. So he focused on working in another finger, taking care, even though Laurent had said it was fine. They'd gone a few rounds the night before so soreness was to be expected.

If he couldn't work out some pent up aggression by grinding he'd work it out with his mouth. Skimming his teeth along Laurent's neck, shoulders, he nipped and tugged. And, curiously, he bit Laurent's ear, tugging on it with his teeth and sucking.

Laurent laughed at Gansey's grumbling and bites, which laughter quickly turned into a moan and ended at a whimper as Gansey bit at him. "Gansey," he said, laughing and moaning as Gansey tugged at his earlobe. "Gansey!"

Turning around so he could lean back against the wall, Laurent watched him with a fond smile. "You can talk now. The idea behind you not talking was to increase the intensity and trust of our non-verbal communication." Sliding his arms up around Gansey's neck, Laurent pulled him in closer. "But you biting at me like that makes me want to yield, which is... a new feeling for me. I like it, but it kind of defeats the purpose of me having you on a leash."

Gansey rested his forehead against Laurent's, resting his hands on his hips. A gentle smile played on his lips as he listened to his lover. Gods, he was utterly perfect.

"Not necessarily," he said, sliding his hands up to rest on Laurent's ribs. Tilting his head so he could press his mouth against the other man's ear, his voice dropped to a throaty murmur, "Yield to me. Command me to ravish you."

Shifting, the leash moved between them, "Use it to keep me close, because I'm yours. No one else can have me. And I'm desperate for you."

Laurent shivered at the murmur against his ear, the exquisite command Gansey gave him. Yield to me.

Lust rang through him, and his heart tugged forward. The attitude of indolent prince dropped away and he was once again the Laurent buried deep beneath all his defenses, sweet and yielding.

"Okay," he said, the words carried by a sigh as he relaxed, hugging close to Gansey. "Forget everything I said, then. Saying you could only come once--I've heard that... if you hold out, delay orgasm, keeping yourself back from that edge, it's all the more intense. That was why."

Warm and trusting in Gansey's arms, Laurent used the leash to tug him in for a soft kiss, smiling at his lover once it broke. "Ravish me."

He hummed into the kiss, easing a hand up even more so he could rub his thumb against a pert nipple, wearing a crooked smile when it broke and he received his command.

"I won't forget what you said," he answered, "because you own me. I'll only come once. But I'll make you come three times before that." A bold promise, but he was eager to please, and edging himself sounded like an interesting challenge given the context. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about before. Clearly, sex was something he needed to invest some research time into.

Declaration made, he grabbed Laurent and held him fast against his body, mouth greedy for more kisses. Domineering, taking the control he'd just momentarily lost, he relished in the way Laurent felt in his arms. So sweet, so pliant, he couldn't help but to thoroughly work his tongue in his mouth.

"Three?" Laurent echoed, laughing, and was about to argue that three for one was too much, he'd only been intending to make Gansey try for two, but then Gansey was kissing him and nothing else mattered.

Laurent yielded easily now, finding that it felt natural and right, and the safety and pleasure of it was addictive. He returned the kiss heatedly, meeting Gansey with warmth and affection and flawlessly following his lover's lead.

Starving for him, Laurent made soft sighs and whimpers into Gansey's mouth as they kissed, becoming increasingly relaxed about vocalizing his pleasure. Keeping his grip on the leash, Laurent kept it tight between them, but he was always careful not to tug. His free hand stayed curled around Gansey's neck, fingering idly at the leather collar.

Gansey liked playing the part of slave ravishing his master. Swallowing every noise Laurent gave him, he didn't break the kiss until he could taste Laurent heavily on his tongue, in the back of his mouth. When he finally did pull away, only an inch, his lips were red from kissing and throbbing. Delightfully so. He didn't linger long. Ducking, he bit Laurent's throat just under his chin, sucking on skin tugged between his teeth.

Since they were close to the wall he figured they might as well get some use out of it; sliding his hands down again, he gave Laurent's thighs a generous squeeze before he hiked up his legs and pressed him back into the wall. Sliding his own leg between Laurent's, he pushed up his leg to grind against his lover. Slowly, at first, to see his reaction, then with more purpose.

Laurent wound his legs immediately around Gansey's waist, grinding their hips together. Trusting Gansey's lead, Laurent moved with him, letting go of every thread of control and surrendering himself joyfully to Gansey.

"Love being covered in your marks," he murmured, giving Gansey's a besotted smile and skimming his fingers up to massage at Gansey's scalp. "Can't wait to wear your collar."

"Me too," he groaned, sliding his hands up again to grab Laurent's ass, giving it a healthy squeeze, "because you're mine." It was Gansey's turn to be possessive. While it wasn't something he normally allowed himself to show he still felt it, like lava burning in his chest, a volcano waiting to erupt after years of being dormant.

"No one else's."

Looking up, he made eye contact, studying Laurent with heat, "Only think of me."

Laurent grinned with pleasure at the show of possessiveness, watching Gansey's eyes and drinking it in. "Only yours," he vowed, tilting his head for a sweet kiss. "I like it when you're possessive. Never let anyone else touch me. I belong to you alone."

Nipping at his lips, Laurent gave him a keening whine for more, grinding his hips against Gansey. "Own me. Possess me. I'm yours."

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