marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

Utterly pliant and trusting, Laurent went. He was dizzy with orgasm, but followed Gansey's lead easily. He knew absolutely that if his legs faltered, Gansey would catch him.

Curling into Gansey's lap, Laurent returned the kiss, moaning loudly as Gansey claimed him. He didn't touch Gansey's cock, though he wanted to. He knew that Gansey was determined to hold out, and he knew also that if Gansey wanted to be touched, he could ask or command, and Laurent would obey any request from Gansey's lips. He trusted that Gansey would make sure that both of them were satisfied, and all Laurent needed to do was submit and trust.

He sighed as they kissed, content and yearning at the same time, clinging to Gansey as the most precious person in the world.

He loved how Laurent felt in his arms. Fingers knotted into Laurent's hair, Gansey tugged, kissing with relish. No drink was as addictive; he could get drunk on Laurent night after night and need for nothing else. It made holding out on his own satisfaction much easier.

When the kiss finally broke, Gansey licked Laurent's lips, traced kisses down the handsome slope of his lover's throat and nipped at his adam's apple.

"How do you feel?" he asked, voice honey and sugar.

"Like I'm yours," Laurent murmured, voice low and languid with pleasure. "Like I'm in love with the most clever, handsome, generous man I've ever known." He brushed his lips along Gansey's jawline, leaving light, wet kisses as he spoke. "I feel pure pleasure, Gansey. I'm happier than I could have believed possible."

Smiling, he bushed his nose against Gansey's cheekbone, nipping softly at him. "Like I'm at your mercy and due to be very thoroughly ravished."

Humming, Gansey bowed his head and caught Laurent's lips to steal another hot kiss, parting his lips and sucking desperately, wanting to taste more. It wasn't enough to just taste him on his tongue. He wanted every inch of his body to be covered with Laurent. To taste him in his throat, to feel his warmth hot in his chest, in his belly.

Only when the kiss reached its natural end did he pull back and grin a boyish grin, "You're right." A few minutes was the best he could offer his lover as a reprieve, even with such distracting elements. Untangling his hand from Laurent's hair, he commanded, voice like silk, "Lean forward against the desk, using your elbows to rest on it. You'll need the support."

The desk was strewn with books, maps, and notes, but Gansey wasn't the least bit concerned about them.

"... And spread your legs nice and wide for me."

"Yes, my prince," Laurent purrs, voice full of sass and love and absolute obedience. Standing up on mostly-steady legs, he turned around and bent over. Settling his elbows on the table, he moves one book, then another, so that he has a comfortable space to lean against. Spreading his legs and arching his back, Laurent pushes himself up on tiptoe to display himself to Gansey's view, to offer himself without holding anything back. "Like this, sir?" he asks, playful and flirtatious, trying out the title to see if it will suit their tastes.

The sass made Gansey grin, standing and taking a step behind his lover, watching as he arranged himself. It was a lovely view, and he licked his lips as his gazed flicked up and down.

"Just like that." With a laugh, he stepped closer, grazing his nail down the attractive slope of Laurent's spine. "Should I put your collar on you now? I wonder." He tugged on his own as he bent over his lover, skimming his lips against his ear.

Wrapping his arm around Laurent's neck, he pressed his fingers against where he could feel his pulse, trailing the pads of his fingers down over well marked skin.

"Make you completely mine... what do you think?"

"Yes, please," Laurent said, arching his neck and closing his eyes with pleasure at the touch. He could feel Gansey against him, bent over him and murmuring against his ear. "Sir," he added, a moment later, not moving his pose or letting himself down from tiptoe just yet. The slight strain of it in his hamstrings made the arousal all the stronger.

He shivered with pleasure, dizzy again from just Gansey's touch, from just that sweet voice against his ear. He had never imagined finding so much pleasure in submitting to someone, but he wanted to surrender every mote of himself to Gansey.

A warm breath against Laurent's ear, "Stay just like this."

Gansey pushed himself up and unclipped the leash from his own collar; they wouldn't be needing it. The collar, however, he kept on. He rather liked having it on, he decided, even if he was the one in control.

Taking Laurent's collar in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs over the pattern. Roses among thorns. Smoothing Laurent's hair back away from his face, Gansey pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. Bringing the collar around, he held it fast against Laurent's throat.

"Are you a rose among thorns?" he asked fondly, smoothing his hands back and fastening the collar. "If so, what does that make me?"

"The prince," Laurent said, basking in every kiss, every touch. He tilted his head to make it easier for Gansey to fasten the collar, and he made a sigh of contentment when it was in place. "From the old story. Hundreds of knights and kings died amidst the sword-like thorns, but for the prince, the true love, all the points bent away from him, leaving him unscathed and free to claim his prize."

Laurent's bristle of sharp temper and sharper tongue had kept away an array of suitors, and kept even his most trusted guards and family at arm's length. Gansey had walked into his heart as though the thorns weren't even there.

The leather on his throat felt warm, and having it there made him feel fulfilled. His mind felt submerged in pleasure and trust, and he gave into it, letting his clever, sharp mind go quiet so that nothing remained but his focus on Gansey.

Being called the true love made Gansey smile again as he brushed his hands across the collar, pressing kiss after kiss against Laurent's throat, worshiping both leather and neck.

"I think," he said softly, "that I would rather be the gardener. The man that nurtures the rose. Keeps it safe during heavy storms and prunes away the leaves that deny it sunlight. The man that gives the rose everything it needs to bloom."

He slid his hands down, easing them into the gaps between Laurent's arms and sides so that he could fondle his lover's nipples, pinching them with the tips of his fingers, rolling his thumb over hard pebbles.

Rolling his hips, he nestled his cock between Laurent's legs, pushing up against his upper thighs and ass.

"I disagree," Laurent said, gasping softly as Gansey touched his nipples. He rocked his hips back against Gansey's, making a soft whining noise to ask for more. "The rose can never truly love the gardener. It may flourish, and bloom, but it can never truly touch its gardener. If I were a rose and you the gardener, I would wish nothing more than to become human, so that I could kiss you. Better to be a prince, and you my true love."

He smiled with pleasure, letting his head drop forward as he offered more of his throat to Gansey, relaxing into his lover's control.

"Can't I be both?" Arms tight around Laurent, he traced kisses down along his neck and shoulder. "The prince with a green thumb?" It seemed like a fair compromise. So they could love and delight in one another—he wanted to always keep Laurent safe, and to always love him.

Leaning back, he lined his cock up against his lover so that he could slowly begin to push himself in. A soft breath, and he teased Laurent's with the head of his cock, inching forward until he was completely inside.

Gripping the other man's hips, Gansey sighed, a crease forming in his brow. Laurent felt incredible.

Laurent gasped softly, a full-body shiver going through him as Gansey entered him. "Anything," he promised, forgetting any playful or teasing argument he might have been able to make. "Anything you wish." As long as he belonged to Gansey, as long as he could bask in Gansey's love and kindness. "Oh!" he cried out, as Gansey's hips pressed tight against his own, sealed together and as close as they could be. "Gansey," he mewled, overwhelmed with pleasure and affection. "Gansey."

There wasn't a long gap between when he pushed his hips against Laurent and when he was rolling them again, starting with long, teasing thrusts.

"Just like that," he murmured, voice rough with arousal, "let me hear you. More."

Keeping a firm grip on Laurent, Gansey rocked into him, built up a quick rhythm that melded into shorter, harder thrusts. Looking for the spot that Laurent liked so much, he closed his eyes and focused on the heat between them.

Laurent obeyed, because, with Gansey, he could do nothing else. With Gansey, he was whole, loved, safe, joyous. "Gansey!" he cried, louder, gasping sharp and then moaning low and long, breath rolling through his throat in a lingering, reverberent sigh. He squirmed his hips back, using his legs to push himself up and tightening his lower back to keep his hips at just the right angle, so that when Gansey slid in, again and again, Laurent trembled with it. It was easy to lose himself, so easy, with that spot already sensitive, already swollen, and the all-encompassing knowledge that he was safe with Gansey, and he could just let go and float in the pleasure. "Gansey," he gasped again, fingers clutching at papers, mussing and wrinkling them, smudging the ink with sweaty palms. "Gansey."

Gansey trembled as well, the knot in his belly pulling tight and muscles singing, sweat clinging to his forehead and back. His breaths were heavy, turned into pants as he continued to rut, grinding into Laurent and digging his nails into the tops of his thighs. The desk creaked under their weight, a delightful sound paired with gasps and sighs.

"You're mine," he very nearly growled, jerking Laurent's hips back possessively. It was dizzying; he was high on love and Laurent. Holding out until after Laurent came three times wasn't going to be possible, he didn't think—though he would keep his promise of only coming once, and making his lover come thrice. They had all night.

The sweet, numb sensation crept up on him, and he bowed his head. Not allowing himself to miss a second, he continued to drive into his lover.

Crying out Gansey's name again and again, awash in pleasure, Laurent gripped tight to the desk, holding onto the edge as Gansey's thrusts grew harder. His nails dug into the wood, feeling the ecstasy build until it overtook him. Trembling as he spilled himself, dazed with the intensity of yet another deep orgasm, cock untouched, he bucked beneath Gansey, making gasping little cries of pleasure as Gansey pounded him through it.

Gansey kept his grip tight when Laurent buckled, keeping him secure as he rode him through his climax—and swiftly hit his own. Coming, spilling into Laurent as he thrust, the slick noise of his strokes enhanced as his seed dripped down the back of the other man's thighs. It was an intense sensation; probably the strongest orgasm he'd ever had, since he'd never denied himself before.

Gasping, he kept moving, rocking into Laurent and riding through the waves of euphoria. At the very least he would exhaust them both, so that they were blitzed out on pleasure.

"Laurent," he groaned, leaning heavily against his lover.

"Oh," Laurent said, surprised and impressed as Gansey kept moving inside of him, even as Laurent could feel the heat of his seed spilling from his hole, making slick sounds as Gansey took him. He was overwhelmed with pleasure, a little too intense but utterly addictive. "Gansey," he whimpered, forgetting any other word, anything but this moment, and the exquisite trust and vulnerability he felt. He let his head rest on his arms, making tiny keening noises of overwhelming pleasure. "Gansey."

Exhaling, he could feel his surge of adrenaline running down, afterglow gripping his senses and leaving him shaking. Once he couldn't ride out his orgasm any longer he relaxed his chest against Laurent's back, leaving a trail of wet, warm kisses from one shoulder to the other.

And he slid his arms around Laurent's waist once more, tucking his forehead against the back of the other man's neck as he gave in to bliss.

"You're everything I've ever wanted. And I never want to let you go."

"I love you," Laurent murmured in return, devastated with pleasure. "I will never love anyone else."

He smiled, relaxing and enjoying the afterglow, enjoying most of all the warm weight of Gansey above him, arms around his waist and head tucked against his neck, where the leather collar embraced his neck like a promise. "I love you."

"I'll never tire of hearing you say that."

Gansey rubbed his face against Laurent's back, not wanting to part just yet, even though the desk wasn't the most comfortable place to cuddle. It also wasn't the best position to kiss in, and he longed to kiss Laurent again. Over and over. Until his lips were red and raw.

So with a soft noise he pulled out of his lover, "Come with me." Heading to the bed, Gansey dropped down onto it, arms open and waiting for Laurent.

Laurent went with him, wobbling on unsteady legs. He curled gladly into Gansey's arms, craving Gansey's warmth and affection. "My Gansey," he murmured, nuzzling dazedly at him. He felt sticky and gross, but he wanted affection and reassurance first, so that he could bask in Gansey's love as he recovered.

Oh, they were so terribly sticky and gross. It would make him laugh if he weren't so busy delighting in the weight of his lover on him and afterglow. He peppered Laurent's face with light kisses, pressing his lips to the tip of his nose, over his eyes, along his cheeks and jaw.

"We made a bit of a mess," he chuckled, finally, stretching out and lazing in the sweet warmth of what they'd done. "We're going to have to move soon, if we keep this up. I'm not looking forward to those stairs."

Laurent whined softly at the prospect of moving. "Your fault," he insisted, "for not planning ahead for kinky sex frenzies with your fiance."

Smiling fondly, Laurent snuggled with him, sighing with contentment. "We'll have to talk to Helen tomorrow. You can blame everything on me, and my delicate Veretian temperament."

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