marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

Laurent moved close, kneeling with his thighs parted and reaching for Gansey. He rested his hands lightly on Gansey's chest, skimming them over his skin. "I like it when you're commanding. It makes a thrill go through me." Utterly trusting, he moved as Gansey directed him, eyes always flicking back to Gansey, his anchor. "My prince."

"Do you?" That was an interesting note. With a smirk he continued to wipe Laurent down, glancing up from his work every so often.

"Truthfully, I like commanding more than obeying." Which may have been obvious from how they quickly flipped roles. He brought the rag up to Laurent's chest, wiping across it. "And I like having you beg me like that. My Laurent."

Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss against his lips.

Laurent returned the kiss, sweet and adoring, all smiles as it broke. "I knew you liked commanding. It comes very naturally to you. Far more naturally than it does to me. It suits me more to yield, though only when I'm with you. No one else shall have my willing and pliant obedience." He smirked at that, tilting his head to kiss Gansey's cheek. "I beg your mercy, my lord. You've worn me out entirely."

The mischievous sparkle in his eyes said he wasn't quite as worn out as last night, but the plea was performed prettily enough nonetheless.

Gansey snorted, knowing full well what that sparkle meant. "It won't be long before you're too worn out to even utter those words," he said, ruffling Laurent's hair with good humor. Now that they had a better feel for what they liked it would be easier to focus on the act rather than the getting there. Not that they wouldn't continue to experiment, of course.

Dipping the rag again into the bucket, he began wiping himself down, cleaning down his belly and between his thighs. It wasn't as good as a bath but it would do.

"What would you like to do tomorrow?"

"I might like to visit my favorite stable groom," Laurent joked, lounging back on the bed and watching as Gansey cleaned himself. He propped his head on his hand, shamelessly enjoying the show. "And Butternut. Although we should probably make an appearance at the court. And you, at least, need to speak to your sister."

"Talking to Helen won't take long," Gansey figured, not minding giving Laurent as much view as he wanted, "as long as she's in a good mood. Or unless she decides that she wants to bond with you. She'll be your sister-in-law, you know." Much as he didn't want to share Laurent, it was for the best if he and Helen got along.

"I think visiting Butternut is a grand idea. I bet she's been lonely. And likely to pop at any second." At the thought of mingling at court he wrinkled his nose but merely shrugged, "And I guess we can make face at court. Only proper."

Dropping the rag into the bucket, he stood, grabbing a pair of soft sleep pants and dragging them on. Then, flopping onto the bed with a boyish grin, he demanded, "Spoon me."

Laurent reached for him, hugging an arm around Gansey's waist and kissing him, instead, because that seemed to him like the more urgent priority. Smiling against Gansey's lips, he nuzzled the tips of their noses together. "I didn't bring any spoons," he said, voice warm with playfulness and just earnest enough to make it unclear as to whether the term meant something different in Vere.

"Oh? Do they not spoon in Vere?"

Eyebrow cocked, "I'll have to show you, then." If Laurent was going to play naive, Gansey had no problem playing teacher. Closing the distance between them, Gansey stole another soft, lingering kiss. Then another. Kissing Laurent was quickly topping his list of favorite things to do. His hand slid down to rest on Laurent's hip.

"Turn away from me, and I'll cup up against you. We'll fit like spoons. Clever, right?" His eyes sparkled with amusement. "I wanted to feel you against my back, but I don't mind being the big spoon."

Laurent felt warm with affection, loving the playfulness of Gansey's teasing. He obeyed, turning onto his side and nestling back into Gansey's arms.

"A brilliant Raven Kingdom invention," he said, grinning happily. "I love having you against my back." Shivering slightly, Laurent hugged Gansey's arm possessively. "Love feeling your breath against my neck. I love you."

When Laurent nestled back against him, he draped his arm over his waist, tugging him close and resting his face into the curve of the other man's neck. Their bodies fit together like they were made to.

Gingerly, Gansey pressed a kiss to where he could feel Laurent's pulse, just barely flicking the tip of his tongue over the spot. "I love you too," he exhaled, closing his eyes as he basked in Laurent's scent. "So much. My precious, darling Laurent. I can't wait until you're officially my husband."

It was such a comfortable position, Gansey knew at once that he could fall asleep that way. It was amazing. It was likely that he'd wake up and peter about the room, maybe read a book at his desk until Laurent woke and realized he was being restless, but even falling asleep for an hour at a normal time was a luxury.

Voice laced with drowsiness, "Will you ever take me to see Vere?"

"Yes," Laurent murmured, smiling with contentment at the drowsiness in Gansey's voice. He laced their fingers together, bringing Gansey's knuckles up to his mouth, breath and lips brushing over the skin as he spoke. "I want to show you off. My father and brother will love you. Vere will love you. And we can go shopping in all the kinky Veretian specialty shops."

Laughing softly, because he was certain that Gansey would blush at that, if he was still awake, Laurent yawned, nestling close and closing his eyes to sleep. "Love you. My Gansey."

Oh, that made him chuckle. "I look forward to it. Especially meeting your father and brother." He wanted to know what Laurent's family was like—what his father-in-law and brother-in-law were like. And he wouldn't say no to checking out those kinky specialty shops, even if he did color lightly at the thought.

"Good night."

He closed his eyes as well and slept for two hours. Longer than he ever had anytime before one. But still, his eyes opened, and he spent a great deal of time listening to Laurent's breathing before he slipped away to sit at his desk with a small candle as light. Unable to keep his busy mind from reeling, he scanned over some maps and notes that had been dropped off for his viewing. His mother left a note saying she'd like to see them tomorrow to discuss the wedding and what she had planned.

Laurent woke feeling cold and lonely, and the feeling confused him at first. He could tell that something was off about the sensation of being cold and lonely, but it was simultaneously so familiar. He'd often woken cold and lonely. It was his default state.

Stirring, he blinked his eyes and tilted his head, seeing Gansey by the desk at work with a candle. It was a charming sight, Gansey hard at work, gilded with candlelight.

Dizzy with sleep, Laurent got to his feet and padded over to him, wondering if Gansey had found any more of his little notes. He looped his arms around Gansey's shoulders and kissed his temple, staring sleepily at the pages on the table. "What are you working on?"

When Laurent looped his arms around his shoulders, Gansey started a bit, blinking owlishly. "Oh! I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

Leaning back to show his lover the array of papers on his desk, "Keeping tabs on what's going on in the capitol. Some feuds are going on, I'll have to head down to the outer farms and help negotiate some contacts between them and the smiths. And then there's the feuds between the farmers themselves—a stray cow, some acres of land, an issue with a marriage. I'll have to go settle those. A few foreign traders want to set up a permanent line so I'll have to meet with them too and work out some terms, as well as look at what they're looking to bring in and what they want in return."

Tapping his finger on another note, "My mother wants to see us tomorrow, too. I guess she's figured out the details of the wedding and wants to fill us in."

"All right," Laurent said, smiling and brushing his lips against the side of Gansey's neck. "We'll do all that tomorrow. I look forward to seeing Prince Richard governing and managing."

He nipped softly at the skin of Gansey's neck. As jealous as he was of Gansey's time and attention, Laurent understood that this was his duty as consort. This was his role here. Caring for Gansey, so that Gansey could care for the kingdom. "Anything I can help you with now, or can it all wait until tomorrow?"

Raising a hand, he gently caressed the side of Laurent's head, tracing his fingers along the delicate shape.

"I wouldn't want to keep you up," he chuckled, relaxing against Laurent. "We've got a busy day tomorrow, now. I'll need your help with a lot of this. Plus, it'll be good for the people to see you weighing in. They'll love you even more."

Tilting his head back, he studied Laurent's face. "Though... can I beg a kiss off of you?"

"Always," Laurent murmured, kissing him warmly. He lingered in it, pouring all his affection and love into the kiss.

When he drew away, too early, he gave Gansey a smile of sweet temptation. "Come to bed," he coaxed, letting go. He hooked his smallest finger around Gansey's thumb, tugging very lightly and trusting that Gansey would follow him dotingly enough that such a light pull would be more than enough.

It was far too short a kiss for Gansey. He wanted to linger in that love and affection for longer, but it was gone all too soon, replaced with light coaxing and a gentle tug. Laurent was right, of course—Gansey stood, quickly blowing out the candle so he could follow his lover back to bed, a hopeless puppy eager to follow.

Returning to bed, he hovered close to Laurent, still wanting more that that kiss had left him aching for.

"Kiss you is dangerous," he murmured, "because I always want more."

"Good," Laurent murmured, eyes low-lidded and full of promises as he led Gansey into the bed. "I never want to stop kissing you."

He didn't offer another kiss yet, drawing Gansey into his arms so that he could spoon up against Gansey's back. Tired, he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face against Gansey's neck. The arm around Gansey's waist slid lower, wrapping around his cock and starting to idly stroke, hoping that another orgasm would lure Gansey into a few more hours of sleep.

Gansey found having Laurent pressed up against his back to be incredibly soothing. He could feel his lover's heartbeat, warm breath on his neck, and the delightful feeling of nuzzling made him sigh. It wasn't quite enough to make him want to sleep, but he was all right with staring at the wall for the last few hours they'd get before the sun broke and they had to rise.

When he felt Laurent's hand snake lower and fingers around his cock, however, he made a soft noise. A low groan, a catch of breath in his throat as Laurent began to stroke him. Closing his eyes, Gansey allowed himself to get drawn into the rhythm of Laurent's hand.

It relaxed him. Within a few minutes, he went from tense and awake to loose and comfortable. It was different from their passionate, desperate sex. Comforting. "Laurent," he sighed, lethargic and warmed.

"Love you," Laurent murmured, paying attention to Gansey's reactions so that he could get his lover off as quickly as possible. There wasn't any need for play or teasing now, he just wanted to offer Gansey enough comfort so that he could sleep.

Biting down on the back of Gansey's neck, Laurent groaned softly, heart aching with affection as he continued to stroke his partner.

"Love you.. too," he sighed, biting gently on his lower lip. It was easy to reach his climax with Laurent leading him there. The bite certainly helped, making his belly flipflop, a jolt of pleasure surprising his senses.

Exhaling and tensing only when his orgasm came, he spilled over Laurent's fingers. Not a lot, having already come once before, and it was a light orgasm, but still relaxed him thoroughly. He melted into the pillows and against Laurent's body, making another soft, gasping noise as he was washed in the sweet, numb sensation of afterglow.

"God, I love you," he breathed, voice drowsy.

Laurent licked his fingers clean as best he could, not worrying about a few stray drops. Nestling against Gansey's back, satisfied that they could both get back to sleep now, Laurent made a sleepy murmur in reply, closing his head and subsiding easily back into sleep, since he'd never fully awoken.

He awoke feeling ambitious, knowing that they had a full day ahead of them. Nipping at Gansey's ear, Laurent sat up and squinted at the sunlight. "Can we meet with your mother over breakfast? I really want some coffee."

Gansey murmured, already lingering near the surface of wakefulness when Laurent nipped at his ear, stretching out on the bed when Laurent sat up.

Yawning, he cracked his eyes open, admiring how lovely his fiance was in the new light of day. "We can," he answered as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, eyes still weary with sleep. "She'd probably like that." Coffee.... more of a tea drinker himself, a hot drink did sound quite nice.

"Mmmm! All right, all right. Time for another day."

He pushed himself up so that he could dress, "Ah. One of the notes last night said that your clothes would be delivered to your room. I sent a reply requesting something to be dropped off here so you had it in the morning..." Walking over to the door, he found a basket with some neatly folded clothes.

"Here you are."

"Thank you," Laurent said, kissing Gansey's cheek and getting dressed. He stretched, often stealing glances over at Gansey as they both got dressed. "Shall we go be princes?" Laurent asked, with a wry smirk. He would of course prefer to spend the day lounging or adventuring with Gansey again, but the kingdom's needs came first.

Stealing a kiss to tide him over, Laurent wound their fingers together. "I love you," he said, eyes starry with affection. "Let's go find out what your mother has decided for our fate."

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