marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

"We don't have to get up," he muttered instantly, still quite sleepy as he shifted to accommodate Laurent's limbs tangling with his. Even if he did not know what time it was, Gansey could sense that it was still fairly early. He often rose with the servants. The rest of the family mostly rose hours later, when it was appropriate.

Normally he'd roll out of bed. It wasn't normal, however, that he was tangled with a beautiful creature such as Laurent.

Cracking an eye open, he smiled at his betrothed and stifled a yawn.

"It's tempting to spend the day lounging in bed like this. Do you think anyone would notice if we were missing?" He was half-kidding, but given the chance, he'd probably honestly take it. Planting a kiss to the top of Laurent's head, he buried his nose in the other man's hair, breathing in his scent.

"How should I know?" Laurent asked, voice teasing. "It's your court. I'm just a guest. At least until I marry the prince."

Happy and warm, Laurent shifted against him, tilting his head so that he could steal a kiss. They both tasted stale with sleep, but Laurent didn't care. Kissing Gansey was a much more important priority. "The irresistibly handsome prince who has won my heart." Laurent kissed his nose, taking time to study Gansey's face from up close, wanting to memorize every facet of his eyes.

"You'll have to lend me clothing after all. Someone's sure to notice if I turn up wearing precisely the same garments as yesterday." His smile turned devilish for a moment, fingertips brushing lightly over Gansey's nipple. "Though I can't say I much mind the implications."

"Mm... irresistibly handsome? That's going to go straight to my head."

The kiss to his nose made him grin, gazing down at Laurent with the dimple under his eye deepening. His thoughts were nowhere near getting dressed for the day, but when Laurent mentioned having to borrow some of Gansey's, one of his eyebrows arched gracefully.

"Oh, they would most definitely notice," he agreed, "just as they're going notice that it's my clothing and not your own." Implications he didn't much mind, either. Though what struck him more was the possessive aspect of Laurent wearing his clothes. Marking his scent on Laurent and vice versa.

A shiver ran through his body at the brush to his nipple. God, Gansey liked Laurent's hands, how they felt against him. He closed his eyes for a moment and bit his bottom lip, scraped his teeth back against it before peering down at the other man again.

"Are you sure you won't find my simple, lacing-less fashion boring?"

"Quite on the contrary, it'll be a relief to be able to dress myself. You can imagine what torment it is for me that Veretian fashion requires assistance and I do not like to be touched."

Laurent kept on teasing Gansey's nipple, not yet making the connection to what he'd just said, considering that Gansey's hands had been on him almost constantly for the last day. "But I now have a much, much better way of ensuring that I"m untouchable. No one would dare speak inappropriately to the prince's consort, and I'm safe. I'm safe, and yours."

Laurent kissed him, heartfelt with longing, making a soft little sound of need as he dipped his tongue briefly into Gansey's mouth.

"—Mm..."

He hummed as they kissed, delighting in the little bit of dirtiness of it, opening his mouth to allow that brief dip happily. The continued attention to his chest almost made him squirm; it was an amazing feeling, the touch of arousal with adoration, even if he had no intention of acting on it. Not when Laurent was feeling so comfortable and safe.

"They won't." He had no qualms about confirming that. He stretched, lounging out comfortably, willing to play Laurent's pillow as long as he would have him. The fact that Gansey and Laurent had been touching each other quite frequently was not lost on him, though he decided not to comment.

"Even as a guest of the Queen, no one would dare. She may seem kindly but she's really quite shrewd. Very few people want to cross her." He paused before adding, "They know I take after her, too. So I would say that you are very safe indeed."

The Raven Kingdom might not be Vere, but there were still those with less than pure intentions. They would not want to find themselves on a ship out to the east one morning upon waking, thinking they were still at home warm in their bed.

"So you're also quite shrewd?" Laurent asked, teasing him, watching Gansey's eyes with complete adoration. "I'm glad I'm marrying someone shrewd."

Laughing, he dropped his head to Gansey's chest, brushing a few light kisses and a bite to Gansey's belly before trailing his nose upward and pressing a soft, wet kiss to Gansey's nipple. "Well, if we haven't anywhere to be," he murmured, then experimentally grazed his teeth over Gansey's nipple. "I seem to recall that we were interrupted doing something important last night."

He knew perfectly well that he might spook again, but he wanted to figure out what his own boundaries were and push them, picking apart all his terrors and doubts so that he could be done with them. And, more importantly, he didn't want to take his hands off Gansey.

He wrinkled his nose and then laughed, "When I have to be. Perhaps one day you won't see me acting like a lovestruck fool." That, however, he doubted; it was likely that he would always act like a lovestruck fool around Laurent.

Especially when the man was doing that. He was truly trying the powers of Gansey's restraint. It was impossible from keeping the half-laugh half-moan from slipping past his lips when he felt teeth against his stomach. Both ticklish and enticing.

The feeling of lips and then teeth against his nipple made him arch. Digging his heels into the mattress in a second automatic response, he reached out to drag his fingers through Laurent's hair. Another twang of arousal shot through him and he closed his eyes again, basking in the feeling. It was like he could feel the blood rushing through his veins.

"You'll turn me into a mess at this rate," he sighed, cracking open one eye to peek at Laurent. "I'll have to make them run an ice bath for me."

"That sounds unpleasant," Laurent teased, fingers skimming lower on Gansey's belly while his lips kept kissing their way over Gansey's chest, over to the other nipple. He brushed the tip of his nose against it so that he could still speak fora minute. "Especially when I'm sure there are ways to ... avoid such a fate."

His fingertips brushed the hem of Gansey's trousers just as his lips descended to kiss the other nipple, sucking at Gansey's nipple briefly and then flicking his tongue across it.

Lifting his head with a grin, he let his fingers slide down to the button on Gansey's pants. "May I?"

Most unpleasant. Especially in comparison to the comfortable warmth in the bed they were sharing. Before he could make a comment about that, Laurent teased his other nipple and skimmed the waist of his trousers. The urge to flip them again was strong but he ignored it, focusing on the way it felt like fire was seeping through his limbs. It would probably take several ice baths to put it out. Or pleasuring himself—he wouldn't have minded doing that while Laurent watched, if he didn't want to touch.

"Ah... there... probably are." He agreed in a breathless sigh, voice quite strained as he shifted again. It was very difficult to remain still.

When Laurent lifted his head, Gansey tucked his chin down so he could meet the man's eyes. "Yes," he agreed, looking at Laurent with adoration. "Every little bit of me is yours to do with as you please, my prince." Because as much as Laurent was his, he was Laurent's.

While playing the more receptive role wasn't usually his thing, it felt good, having those fine hands all over him. And, he thought, perhaps the control made Laurent more at ease. He could set the limits of what was too far and what wasn't. Much as Gansey still really wanted to bite one of those pink nipples. Perhaps one day Laurent would allow him to pleasure him somehow; that was something they could work up to.

The control helped Laurent quite a bit. Even though he was more receptive by nature, and knew it, remaining in control, in every way, had always been his way to cope and to survive. The conflict between those two things--what he wanted or needed and what he could cope with--was agonizing, but Laurent was far too stubborn to give up.

"I know," Laurent said, smiling warmly down at his partner. He unfastened the button, letting his hand slip an inch down inside. "But I'm willing to be patient. As much as I loathe being patient. I don't..."

Something flickered over Laurent's face and he frowned, brow furrowing. He pulled his hand away, gaze dropping to the side. "I don't want you to feel obligated. To... to let me."

Reaching out, Gansey cupped Laurent's cheek with his hand.

"The only thing I feel obligated to do is share one meal with my mother a day," he said as he rubbed his thumb underneath Laurent's eye. "I want to be with you." It was a true, honest answer. He wanted to be with Laurent; his body was begging for it, cock already half-hard from the attention to his chest and abdomen. He couldn't remember a time he'd ever gotten turned on so quickly.

If anything, he didn't want Laurent to feel obligated if he wasn't comfortable with the intimacy. Gansey knew how he felt and wasn't afraid of it. He was very, very attracted to Laurent. Wanted him emotionally and physically. And considering that neither of them were young brides with a maidenhead, waiting for their wedding would be based solely on tradition, and Gansey didn't really care too much about that. Only the romantic aspects.

He gave another playful smile, tone turning a touch teasing. "It's all right if you don't want to. I'll just have to take care of myself, then."

Laurent grinned at the teasing, feeling calmed and reassured at once by it. He curled up against Gansey's side, winding his arms around Gansey's shoulders and settling so that he had a good view and could murmur heatedly in Gansey's ear. He liked that idea quite a bit, liked the possibility that if Gansey was comfortable being touched, perhaps he would be comfortable being watched.

"Show me how you like it," he whispered, soft and utterly wicked, and then he caught Gansey's earlobe between his teeth, giving it a light tug to encourage him.

His fingertips skimmed over Gansey's chest again, tracing idle little patterns, impatient with yearning for everything about Gansey.

Gansey was not shy.

Careful, considerate, and cautious. But not shy. When Laurent whispered in his ear light that he swallowed thickly, throat feeling quite raw. His heart felt like a drum, beating in his chest, like it might explode.

Wordlessly he pushed his trousers down, revealing softer, paler skin. Peeling it open, he drew his cock out of his undergarments, rubbing his thumb down into the top of it. His cock was about six inches long and curved, growing with the erection he was beginning to sport. The hair at the base was curly and darker than the hair on his head.

He closed his eyes again, sighing as he worked his fingers against his cock. Working along the sides in slow, long thrusts, rubbing his index finger against his slit and a spot close to his slit that was particularly sensitive. The noises he made were soft, lips parted hungrily as he opened his eyes again and turned his head so that he might look at Laurent's face while he fondled himself.

Laurent gave him an adoring smile in return, turning wicked near the end as his fingers found a nipple and tweaked it. Then he ducked his head, keeping his lips close to Gansey's ear. Unseen, but with his voice a hot, steady murmur.

"Slower," he coaxed, nose brushing against the shell of Gansey's ear. Even if he didn't touch, that didn't keep him from teasing. His fingers skimmed circles around Gansey's nipple, avoiding touching it and building anticipation for when he might again give it a flick--seemingly at random, then returning to his teasing circles.

He murmured in Gansey's ear, giving instructions to make Gansey tease himself, slow at first and then faster, watching every detail and relishing the power of sharing in Gansey's pleasure.

Before long, he couldn't resist, snaking his hand down and wrapping it around Gansey's shaft, taking over the task and using some of the techniques that he'd seen Gansey favor, along with a few of his own to see what worked best and how best to wring more of those sweet noises from Gansey.

Fascinated, he forgot to keep murmuring, forgot to keep his face hidden with his lips against Gansey's ear. He watched, riveted, as his own hand stroked Gansey's length, and then his eyes wandered up to see the pleasure on Gansey's face. When he found Gansey watching him in return, Laurent blushed, eyes dropping and hand pausing for just a moment before he resumed.

He listened to Laurent's instructions as he gave them. Slowing when told, teasing himself while Laurent continued to rub his chest. It was difficult to keep himself paced and following the instructions given to him when he was getting so wound up; his breathing was labored and skin flushed. He dug his heels into the sheets again, pushing one flat and forward, swallowing thickly and chewing on the inside of his mouth when it started to feel particularly good.

When Gansey felt Laurent's fingers wrap around his shaft he groaned, erratic soft noises escaping him before he had the chance to curb them. It was starkly different than his own hand. Knowing, for one, that it wasn't his. Laurent's hand felt different than his own, calloused in different ways, slight differences in shape and grip.

Much as he wanted to keep looking at Laurent's face, he couldn't. His eyelids flickered and he rolled his head back, brow creased with pleasure. Lips pursed, then parted, gasping out Laurent's name as he pushed his shoulders back against the pillows. He'd pulled his own hand back when Laurent began touching him, curling his fingers into the sheets instead. Desperately, he wanted to touch Laurent, but he didn't want to push him. It was an intimate moment and grabbing might put Laurent off.

Instead, Gansey turned his head again and opened his eyes, looking at the other man with widened pupils. "Kiss me," he begged, dying for more yet forcing himself to stay in check.

"Put your hands in my hair," Laurent coaxed, feeling disconnected from Gansey with those hands tangled in the sheets instead of touching him. He hadn't yet realized why Gansey was being so careful not to touch him, assuming that it was part of Gansey being careful with him.

But, in return for his request, he was more than happy to give Gansey what he wanted. Kissing him heatedly, Laurent parted his lips, flicking his tongue into Gansey's lips and then drawing back so that he could lure Gansey to follow. He opened readily to him, offering all of himself, eager to lose himself in the pleasure of Gansey's mouth, Gansey's hands, Gansey's moans. Laurent moaned in return, yearning for more.

His hand sped up, wanting to push Gansey over the edge, because he couldn't resist. He wanted everything he could get of Gansey. "Come for me," he murmured, lips brushing Gansey's mouth as he spoke, diving back into the kiss a moment later.

Gansey's fingers tensed when Laurent coaxed him, crumbling easily and giving into temptation. He had a love affair with Laurent's hair; reaching, he dug both in, clenching and tugging on those brilliantly lovely locks. It was easier to fall into kissing that way. He was delighted with the heat of the other man's kisses and followed eagerly, not willing to let those lips escape him for long.

These kisses couldn't be more different from the earlier chaste, sweet kisses they'd shared. Now it was hot, dirty, and wanting. He ran his hands through that hair and pulled on its ends as they kissed, drunk on the sweetness of Laurent's tongue and mouth. He returned the playfulness, catching Laurent's tongue with his teeth and tugging lightly when he got the chance, sucking on it, nipping his lips, chasing after every pulled away kiss.

One hand found its way to the nape of Laurent's neck, sliding, fingers kneading and massaging Laurent's shoulder while the other remained passionately twisted in the man's hair.

Gansey hummed into the new kiss after Laurent spoke, hips bucking up into the hand working at his erection. Gansey wanted to give Laurent everything, eager to please and pleasure in whatever way he could. It wouldn't be terribly difficult either; it had been a long time since he'd gotten off in any way, and he was utterly besotted with bethrothed. Laurent's mouth on his, hand working against him, it all had Gansey pushing against him and touching as much as his restraint would allow.

The sensation of his climax approaching was one that was easy to recognize. The churning in his belly and the uncomfortable tensing of his muscles, the way his heart seemed to sputter in his chest, increased bloodflow, kisses becoming more messy and needy.

It took a little longer for him to oblige but he reached his orgasm not soon after. Still pushing his hips up to meet Laurent's hand but lips stilling while still parted, face flushed and hair a mess swept back away from his heated face. He closed his eyes as he rode it out, come spilling and dripping down his cock, leaking onto Laurent's hand and his own legs, and the sheets beneath them.

His chest rose and fell while his heart continued to race. It was a sweeping, blank moment where he was weak against Laurent, sighing against his lips.

Laurent lifted his head so that he could watch as Gansey came. He wanted to see the sensations and reactions flickering across Gansey's expression. Utterly enraptured, Laurent grinned and kissed him again, and again, softer now as Gansey caught his breath.

"I love you," he murmured, barely audible, but he couldn't help the way his lips curved wide in a grin at his confession, thrilled to be able to offer it to his Gansey.

When he could bear to pause in kissing for a moment, he shifted, settling comfortably against Gansey so that he could admire the mess he had made of his fiance. Smiling wickedly, Laurent trailed a dripping fingertip through a splash of seed on Gansey's belly, admiring the white streaks against Gansey's belly and his own hand.

With hardly a moment's pause, Laurent lifted that hand to his lips, licking it clean like a cat. There was a tiny note of horror and pain at the back of his mind at the feeling of semen on his tongue, but Gansey tasted like... Gansey. Laurent wanted to savor every drop of him, to know everything there was to know about his beloved.

Lazy and satisfied, Laurent licked his hand clean, then returned to trailing his fingers through the scattered droplets, licking his fingertips clean and repeating the process. "Better than an ice bath?" he teased, when Gansey looked capable of speech again.

And what a marvelous mess Gansey was. That blank, blissful moment lasted a good minute, paired with only Laurent's scent and an encompassing sweet numb sensation. He was drawn out of his post-orgasm starry wonder when he noticed Laurent was licking his semen off his hand. Fascinated, Gansey watched as the man licked his fingers clean, thrilling quietly in the thought that Laurent was swallowing him.

It wasn't as powerful as Laurent's low confession, however. It was something he could have missed entirely if he hadn't been so utterly focused on everything Laurent was doing. Truthfully, Gansey wasn't sure if he actually had heard it or had simply imagined it. I love you. Truly? He felt weightless. In love and in love with being in love.

Exhaling slowly, he slid his hand free of Laurent's hair, tucking now-mussed locks behind the man's ear.

"Much," he said sincerely, not even capable of shooting back sass in his post-orgasm state. He was feeling much too raw and affectionate.

Curling inward, he tucked his face into the crook of Laurent's neck and latched onto where the man's pulse was strongest. Kissing, sucking, Gansey took his time lavishing that spot with both his lips and teeth to work a nice, dark mark there. Much darker and bigger than the one he'd given in the woods.

When he finally pulled his mouth back it was a blossoming red spot, wet from his tongue, rimmed with the outline of his teeth.

Laurent tangled his arms immediately around Gansey, pressing close and clinging as Gansey marked him. He gasped and panted quietly, melting into the exquisite feeling of Gansey's mouth on his throat.

The sensation made his cock throb and his blood race, making him feel starved anew for his Gansey. When Gansey released him enough to check his handiwork, Laurent was a flushed, panting mess.

He smiled, shy with the intensity of his emotions, and bumped his nose against Gansey's cheek. "You're a mess," he teased, blushing happily. He wound their legs together, wanting to be tangled up with Gansey as much as possible, and then tugged at Gansey to pull him on top, exactly the position that had made him panic before. Careful and slow, Laurent hugged his arms around Gansey's neck, drawing him into a slow and deep kiss.

Gansey was pleased to see Laurent flushed, feeling a new spark of energy rush through his veins when he heard how the man's breath became more labored as he worked. It was one thing to get off, it was another to see Laurent experiencing pleasure of his own. It made him want more, more than he knew he should ask for, and he felt wholly selfish once again.

Laurent teased him and he laughed, delighted. "And who is to blame?" he accused in a teasing tone, laughing some as their legs wound together. It surprised him when Laurent tugged him on top; he was worried, briefly, but he didn't think Laurent would do it if he didn't think he could handle it—or that he would push him off if he suddenly decided it was too much. So Gansey relaxed, melted into their new kiss as he tangled his hands into Laurent's hair again.

It was deep and searching, almost lazy with how he rolled his tongue and lips. Tilting his head some more, he pressed his mouth down against Laurent's with more passion. Sucked on his lips and tongue, nipped generously with teeth, dug them playfully down against that luxurious bottom lip.

When he broke the kiss it was only because he so desperately wanted to latch his mouth onto the cut of Laurent's jaw. So he tilted his head to better neck his lover, catching skin between his teeth and working it again. It was probably not a good idea to leave Laurent's throat and jawline covered in hickeys but he simply couldn't help himself. His bethrothed was exquisite and there were some things one simply couldn't say no to. All the while he kept himself prepared to roll away should Laurent show any signs of panic, trying to keep sharp on his fiance's reactions and if they were good or bad.

The pleasure of being pinned beneath Gansey was exquisite. He could still feel the low undercurrents of panic and dread, but they were deeply submerged now. All of that was long past, and couldn't touch him now. Gansey's influence and Gansey's love formed a sort of bubble around Laurent. He was utterly untouchable to anyone else, and the feeling of it made him want to glow.

Tilting his chin up, Laurent gladly gave Gansey access. Each bite and kiss earned a tiny little whimper of pleasure, and Laurent writhed slightly beneath him, unable to help himself.

He was achingly erect, cock trapped between their bodies, but he ignored it. The low throb of blood to his erection was pleasurable, and the sensations were nice to feel, especially in a situation like this, with someone as wonderful as Gansey. Laurent didn't expect any kind of relief, and wasn't at all certain he would be able to cope with the possibility.

Kissing, though. Kissing was nice. Kissing was wonderful. He made a soft, keening noise, tipping his chin down and trying to catch Gansey's lips again.

As much as Gansey wanted to give Laurent that same pleasure, he didn't think it was appropriate to jump on him like that. He didn't think pushing people past their limits was the way to help them overcome them. Gentleness, kindness, and love. Those were more helpful. When Laurent asked him to go beyond what they were doing now he would. Otherwise? He would keep to what Laurent seemed to be okay with.

Which was still more than fine with Gansey. Kissing? Utterly marvelous. He wouldn't tire of those lips. Certainly not when Laurent made such enticing, delicious sounds. Gansey was well aware of Laurent's hardening length between them but made no moves toward it. He focused his energy on lavishing Laurent with deep, sensual kisses and thoroughly messing up his fine hair. There was plenty of skin to bite along, too.

Gansey chuckled when Laurent whined, content with his lovebites enough for now to return to Laurent's mouth. But he teased, giving a light kiss and then pulling his head back to make Laurent lean up, chase him.

Breaking the kissing again, Gansey licked his lips and leveled his eyes with Laurent's.

"I want to kiss you all over. May I?" He paused for half a breath before quickly adding, "I can keep it above the waist." Much as he'd desperately love to pleasure and get Laurent off with his mouth.

"Yes," Laurent said, smile widening with happiness and adoration as he watched Gansey's eyes. He stole another quick kiss, since he couldn't resist, and guided Gansey's hand down to some of the laces that kept his trousers closed. "You don't have to keep it above the waist," he said, grinning playfully but letting Gansey make the decision as to whether he wanted to undo those laces. "I like having your hands all over me."

Blinking and tensing almost as soon as he'd said that, Laurent searched Gansey's eyes, finally realizing something. "I told you I didn't." He swallowed, immediately feeling like a fool. "I told you I didn't like being touched, and that was when you stopped touching me."

Horrified by his own stupidity, Laurent groaned softly, lifting his hand to curl it around Gansey's cheek, holding his gaze. "I didn't mean you." His thumb brushed along Gansey's cheekbone, smiling with adoration. "I wasn't thinking. I meant that in the past I'd never liked being touched. My father and brother weren't much for hugs or physical affection, and anyone else who touched me..."

Laurent frowned, eyes darkening and jaw tensing. He dropped his hand away. "They pawed at me. Like I was a pretty ornament. Something to be possessed."

Determined to right this wrong, Laurent shook his head to dispel the thoughts, curling both arms around Gansey's neck and pulling him close so their foreheads touched. "When you touch me," he murmured, "I feel like I'm starved for it. You make me feel safe and loved, and I never want you to stop touching me. Please."

Gansey hated to think that Laurent had been treated so... so roughly. No one should ever be looked at as a possession or ornament. Yes, Laurent was astoundingly beautiful, but there was so much more than that. The playful man that loved challenges, that had a sparkle in his eye when he thought he bested you, who smiled lovingly at horses and was enamored with old dusty scrolls.

"I'm glad," he breathed out, wrapping his arms tightly around Laurent's waist when he was hugged around the neck, resting his forehead against the other man's. "That I'm able to make you feel that way." His hands flattened so that his palms were against the smoothness of Laurent's back, and they trailed, slowly downwards, to the small of it.

"You deserve love and safety. Nothing less." It occurred to him that Laurent might not believe so; he didn't know all the circumstances Laurent had withstood and he didn't know the nuances of Vere. "If you never believe anything else I say, I hope you can believe that."

Lifting his face, he pressed a kiss against Laurent's forehead.

"I love you."

Even if it was crazy and quick, he couldn't stop the feelings he had from spinning wildly out of control. It was like a match had been lit and had touched a trail of candle wicks. Began slow and warm before everything was alight with flame.

His hands wandered around to the front of Laurent's trousers to tug the lacing loose. If he was given the choice? Of course he would want to see all of his lover bared to him. Kiss whatever inch of skin he could.

"... If you get nervous, tell me. I'll slow down." Or stop, of course. Even with Laurent's blessing, panic didn't always comply with what someone wanted.

Gansey slid down, leaving a trail of hot kisses down Laurent's chin, the slope of his throat, over his fine collarbone and to the spot right over his heart. So close to Laurent's nipple, he ran the flat of his tongue over it before nipping at it with his teeth, teasing it with a rolling tongue.

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