marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

"You're very ticklish, aren't you?" Gansey laughed, utterly delighted and teasing as he nipped at Laurent's lips.

"Precious."

Utterly, amazingly precious. And he had the privilege of cherishing this adorable, precious man for the rest of his life? What a blessing.

Hands roaming, he palmed at Laurent's cock, drawing it out of his pants so that he could admire it with his fingers.

"Not ticklish," Laurent insisted, with a lofty arch of one of his golden brows, trying to act unaffected despite his quickened breath and flushed cheeks. "Not precious. Nonsense."

He slid his own hand down inside Gansey's trousers, panting softly and nipping at Gansey's lips in return. His other arm hugged around Gansey's neck, keeping him possessively close. "Gansey."

"Mmh, not nonsense," he breathed, laughter trailing after. Which cut into a low moan when he felt Laurent's hand wander down into his pants. That made his breath hitch.

"I want this all off," Gansey complained, tugging unhappily at Laurent's tunic, breaking to nuzzle his face along his lover's shoulder.

"I want to see you."

Laurent grinned triumphantly when he made Gansey moan, cherishing each little moan and gasp that he earned.

"I'm yours," Laurent promised, trying to wiggle out of his tunic and laughing as Gansey kept getting in the way with his kisses and nuzzling. "Gansey!" Still laughing, Laurent finally got it off, tossing the tunic aside and grabbing Gansey for an enthusiastic kiss.

"I can't help it," he shot right back, laughing. "I can't keep myself off of you. You're too delectable."

Especially when he was topless. Gansey melted into the kiss, thoroughly claiming his lover's mouth with his tongue, pressing his body down against Laurent's. Breaking the kiss, Gansey grinned.

"And you're all mine."

With a growl, Gansey bit right above Laurent's nipple, sucking at the milky white skin. There were some faded marks from their previous trysts, but faded was no good. Laurent should, in his opinion, always have a few fresh marks on him.

Laurent cried out and arched at the bite, whole body thrilling from that possessive growl. He moaned happily, laughter and arousal mingling as he tangled his hands into Gansey's hair, pulling him into another kiss.

He was addicted to Gansey's kisses, especially when they were possessive and unrestrained. He craved Gansey, longing for him with every moment, every breath.

"Gansey," he breathed, between kisses.

His knee slid up between Gansey's, smile wicked as he ground his thigh against his lover's groin. "Gansey."

It was easier to be himself around the ruins. Like he'd always belonged there, like he really was king of broken stones and patches of dirt. Being together in the tower was nice and private, but was still in the castle. Under the sky, he felt different. Charged. More real.

Which was why his kisses were more passionate and unrelenting, sloppier, peppered with nips and greedy sucking. Breaking only to gasp when he feels Laurent's leg pushing up against him, Gansey returned the wicked smile with one of his own, rolling his hips down and freely grinding in return. It felt good to grind his erection against Laurent, even if it was also maddening. Wonderfully so.

"God, I love you," he laughed, bright and utterly besotted.

"Terribly unfair that you're still fully dressed," Laurent said, though he'd done a fairly thorough job of mussing Gansey's clothing. "Mostly dressed."

Breathless with pleasure, Laurent returned each laugh, each besotted smile. "Want to suck you again," he murmured, groaning against the skin of Gansey's shoulder and then biting down to leave a mark, sucking hard on the spot afterward. He flicked his tongue over it, fascinated by all the forms of pleasure, everything he could do and feel. "Feel you in my mouth."

Gansey laughed, elated, but it quickly dissolved into a gasp at his lover's bite.

"God," he groaned, "please do. Love your mouth." He'd been intending to tease Laurent by keeping his clothes on for as long as possible but the prospect of being sucked off was too good to pass up.

So he leaned up to pull at the fastenings of his trousers. The slid away easily and he pushed the fabric down over his thighs, giving Laurent a nice view of his half hard cock. The breeze tickled his skin and he shivered lightly, biting his lip and closing his eyes. Even the breeze against the sensitive skin of his throbbing cock got a reaction from him.

Reaching out, he brushed his fingers along the side of Laurent's face.

"Can't wait to marry you."

Laurent turned his head, kissing those fingers, and then sucking one into his mouth with a decadently wicked smile. He swallowed it to the hilt, moaning softly as he did, and flicked his eyes up toward Gansey, watching him heatedly for a moment before letting the finger go so he could lick his lips.

"You planning to fuck my face at this angle?" he asked, shamelessly erotic as he teased his lover. He reached between them, caressing light fingertips over Gansey's balls, all promise and play. As much as he loved being on his back beneath Gansey, it made for an inconvenient position for cocksucking.

Oh.

He liked that very much. Enough that his face and throat flushed with arousal and he found it very difficult to say even a word. A shiver of ecstasy rushed through his body and his cock twitched in response. Stifling a groan, Gansey bit his lip, watching with utter fascination as he sucked on his finger.

Then he asked that and the flush turned to a blush, color blossoming as he cleared his throat. Goodness. Truly, Laurent could be so shameless. It made Gansey feel like a maiden every time.

"How would you like me?" he asked, sliding off of Laurent and just so to the side.

"You choose," Laurent said, delighted as ever by that blush. He leaned in to kiss at Gansey's throat and cheeks, tongue flicking out playfully. "I'm yours to command. Anything you desire is yours."

His fingertips kept caressing at Gansey's balls, eyes low-lidded with promise as he held Gansey's gaze for a moment. Smirking, he returned to kissing at Gansey's neck and throat, then dipped his head to catch Gansey's nipple between his teeth.

"Anything?"

He mused over the word curiously, teasing it on his tongue.

"There is something I'd like to try," he admitted, after a minute, still a little hesitant despite being told he could have anything. Then, was promptly distracted by Laurent moving from kissing his neck to biting his nipple. Stifling a moan, he shifted his hips against those teasing fingers, swallowing thickly.

"Ah... that's... very good," he murmured, blushing still. Only Laurent could make him color so prettily.

"Nn... what I wanted to try—could we, maybe, pleasure each other at the same time..?" As much as he wanted Laurent to suck his cock, he wanted to return the favor.

"If you like," Laurent said, smirking a little. He knew what Gansey meant, but was accustomed to thinking of it as a practice done by impatient teenagers. Which sounded like loads of fun if practiced with Gansey.

Continuing to nuzzle and nip his way down Gansey's chest, Laurent's teasing fingers moved up a little higher to stroke lightly at Gansey's cock, more teasing than anything else. "Which of us on top?"

Gansey most certainly qualified as an impatient teenager when it came to Laurent. For many things he acted far beyond his years. For fooling around with his lover? He was eager and excited. No matter how old he became, he would always be boyish and pure in his feelings for Laurent.

He gasped at Laurent's teasing fingers, shifted his legs and pushed his hips up greedily. Gods, Laurent loved to tease, didn't he? Yet Gansey ate it up every time.

"Hmmn... you, please." Much as he loved having Laurent under him, having Laurent on top of him was equally as marvelous. Plus, it gave Laurent more control over what he was doing, Gansey figured. It wasn't something he could say from experience.

Rolling so that he was flat on his back, Gansey stretched out in the lush grass.

"I'd very much like to admire you from this position," he teased, waggling his eyebrows.

That made Laurent blush, ducking his head and grinning at Gansey's teasing. "Whatever my prince desires," he said, trying to hide his nerves and insecurity as he moved to straddle Gansey's head. He couldn't initially figure out whether his knees should go above or below Gansey's shoulders, because he didn't want to trap Gansey's arms, and he lost his balance as he was trying to figure it out, falling onto Gansey in a tangle.

Laughing as he extricated himself, Laurent pressed a kiss to Gansey's belly. "Sorry! Did I just knee you in the head? Are you okay?"

Gansey wasn't sure, either, yet did the best he could trying to accommodate his partner. Shifting, spreading his legs a bit, staying relaxed as Laurent tried to find a position above him. Good Gods, it was a great view.

"Oomph!"

Then that view was smothering him, momentarily, and when Laurent extracted himself Gansey was blushing rather hard.

"I'm—fine," he admitted with a laugh, chewing his lip and blinking. "More than fine. I ... rather like being pinned beneath you, evidently." His cock seemed to agree, nice and erect. Being stuck between Laurent's thighs had been way more enjoyable than he'd anticipated. If there was a way he'd have to opt to die, that would probably be it.

Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around Laurent's hips. Tipping his face, he pressed a kiss to the tip of his lover's cock.

Laurent laughed at that, blushing likewise. He kissed Gansey's belly again, then nuzzled at the soft hair leading down from there.

Gasping softly at the kiss, Laurent settled with his elbows on either side of Gansey's hips, holding himself up and hugging Gansey's thighs, fingertips just able to brush at his balls and the skin behind them. He massaged gently at Gansey's skin, kissing tentatively along the side of Gansey's cock. The intimacy of this made him shy and nervous, struggling to concentrate when he knew how utterly exposed he was. As much as he could, he focused on Gansey, kissing and licking at Gansey, admiring and attending to every detail of his shaft.

Oh, it was a challenge to try to focus on what he was doing with his own mouth when Laurent was so expertly using his. Fingertips paired with lips were a dangerous, dangerous combination. Shivering, he shifted his legs only a little unable to keep steady yet not wanting to disturb Laurent with how he was perched. In their position he wasn't quite able to see what his lover was doing unless he leaned up quite a bit, but doing so would also jar Laurent, so he refrained. The surprise of where he touched next almost always got a soft gasp from Gansey.

But his desire to make Laurent feel good in return was strong enough to push through. Turning his focus onto admiring Laurent, he began to work his own mouth. Starting with kissing around his legs and tummy, worshiping every inch of flesh he could reach with his tongue. Curiously, he kissed Laurent's balls, too, wondering if he'd like that—then licked, teasing them with the tip of his tongue before moving to trace kisses up along the underside of his cock.

Only when he was content that he had marveled and teased enough did he open his mouth to slide his head into his mouth. Never having taken him in this position before, Gansey took his time, discovering new tricks he could pull off when he was giving head on his back. Like using the roof of his mouth and the sides for a different texture than his tongue. It was easier this way. It was messier, though, with saliva escaping the corners of his mouth.

Laurent moaned against Gansey's skin, shuddering above him as Gansey began to explore his skin. Every part of him was sensitive, and most of it he'd never suspected before. As Gansey's mouth teased at his balls, he whined, fingers pressing more firmly against the skin under Gansey's balls as he became increasingly distracted.

Swirling his tongue around the head of Gansey's cock, he moaned at the feeling of Gansey taking him into his mouth. He very quickly became deeply distracted, twitching against Gansey and tightening his thighs instinctively.

Struggling to focus on his task, Laurent swallowed him to the hilt. His hips trembled as he strove to keep them still, fighting the instincts that told him to grind and thrust into the heat of Gansey's mouth. One of his arms shifted, nails digging into Gansey's thigh as he held tight, bobbing his head around Gansey's cock and trying to remember any thread of technique.

Gansey quickly discovered that he loved being pressed between Laurent's thighs. This position was marvelous, if a bit difficult to manage. Grabbing Laurent's outer thighs and squeezing, he both tried to help his lover keep balance and anchored himself to him so he could pull himself up, working his mouth up and down the length of his erection.

Technique was almost laughable to consider when trying to pleasure while being pleasured. Yet it was still fun, certainly a challenge. Humming, Gansey continued working his tongue, only stopping when he had to pull back and gasp at nails in his thigh. Gods, that was good.

His own cock twitched in response to Laurent's efforts, beginning to leak a few drops of pre-ejaculate. He shifted his hips only slightly, aching to thrust but knowing better than that. Redoubling his efforts on giving Laurent head, he took the man back into his mouth and sucked, pushed his lips and greedily took in as much as he could without fear of choking.

Dragging his nails down the soft, supple skin of Laurent's legs, he began sucking him off with more confidence. Laurent seemed to be quite sensitive, which pleased him to no end.

Laurent bucked at the nails against his skin, back arching and head lifting with a cry. "Gansey," he moaned, whimpering with longing and then lowering his head to suckle eagerly at Gansey's cock.

Forgetting all technique, Laurent gave himself over entirely to the desire to suck and taste, to be filled and surrounded with Gansey. He swallowed Gansey to the hilt, greedy for him, and then lifted up to keen before taking Gansey back into his mouth.

His nails raked along Gansey's skin, leaving sharp red tracks down the length of his thighs.

All of Laurent's usually-impressive self-control wicked away when he was with Gansey, leaving him quivering as he tried to hold on a few moments more.

Arching again, he spilled himself without warning, crying out as the orgasm rocketed through him. "Gansey!"

The onslaught of pleasure had him sweating, panting, desperately working his mouth with less and less finesse. The knotting in his belly was pulling tight, a string ready to snap, though Laurent reached his climax first. Surprised, Gansey pulled back as soon as he tasted come on his tongue. Normally he would have no problem swallowing, but something in the back of his mind reminded him that if he tried to swallow while lying flat on the ground, he'd probably choke and die. That was not a conversation with his mother he wished on Laurent.

Which was how Laurent's come ended up all over his face, dribbling over his lips and chin, flecks caught in his eyelashes and dripping down his throat. Good thing they had decided to try this position outside, Gansey was an absolute mess. The feeling of Laurent's come on his face was enough to push him over the edge. Groaning his warning, he sighed Laurent's name over and over again, hands digging into his lover's thighs desperately.

"I'm gonna...!"

The orgasm that hit him was intense. Licking his lips, an utter mess already, he unwound even more with his climax. "God, you're amazing," he panted, kissing along the nail marks he left on Laurent's legs.

Laurent got the warning but wasn't quite sure what to do with it. Dazed from his orgasm, he didn't get his head down quick enough. Gansey's seed hit him in the chin, and then, as he turned his head and ducked slightly to the side, it fell on his cheek, less of a mess than he'd made of Gansey but still dripping and embarrassed.

Catching what he could on his hand, he tumbled carefully to one side, flopping onto his back and whining with exhausted satisfaction. "Gansey," he sighed, closing his eyes and bringing his hand to his lips, starting to lick off the droplets that he'd caught.

Gansey reclined in the grass, panting, still reeling from the power of his orgasm. The breeze suddenly felt cooler against his skin, the grass silkier.

What he could lick off his lips and fingers he did. What had dripped down to his chest and throat, however, would require a rag or something similar. Reaching blindly, he grabbed his shirt and began to wipe himself off.

"We're a mess," he laughed, breathless with affection as he turned on his side to gaze at his lover. Reaching out with the same shirt, a clean part, he wiped some of his semen off of Laurent's cheek.

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