marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

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.

"You planning to ride back to the castle without a shirt?" Laurent teased, snuggling close to him and starting to shower Gansey's nose and cheeks with soft kisses, tongue flicking out playfully to catch stray droplets of his seed. "You're such a goof."

Adoring, Laurent caught Gansey's mouth with a kiss, moaning as he tasted their seed mingling on his tongue. "Gansey," he sighed between kisses, then again, falling and falling deeper into love every moment. "Gansey."

"I thought you'd like seeing me ride a horse while shirtless," he chuckled, basking in every kiss the Laurent gave. Wrapping his arms around his lover lazily, Gansey kissed him back, greedily sucking so that he could taste as much as he could. He didn't mind being a goof if it meant that he was Laurent's goof.

It was only when the kiss reached a natural end that he sighed and buried his face into Laurent's shoulder. Truly, he loved Laurent's scent, especially when it mingled with his own so thoroughly.

"I'm mad about you," he murmured, turning his face so that he could press his lips against the slope of Laurent's throat. "I can't help being a goof. It's only going to get worse once we're married, I promise."

"Sounds nice," Laurent murmured, laughing and shivering softly at the ticklish kisses against his throat. "I love my goof fiance. And I do like the idea of you shirtless on horseback. Most of my fantasies in one, right there." His fingertips trailed idly through Gansey's hair, focused on how the stands slid between his fingers and tickled at his palm. "Better if you were naked on horseback, but I imagine that would draw even more attention."

Gansey's hair tickled at his jaw, and Laurent laughed, squirming and swatting playfully at him. "That tickles!"

Gansey snorted, laughing into the crook of Laurent's neck at the thought of riding bareback while stark nude. "Nothing's impossible on our honeymoon," he teased, skimming his hands down along Laurent's body, liking the way he sounded when he squirmed and laughed. That was cute. So very cute.

"Oh, does it now? What about this?"

Gansey skimmed his fingers over Laurent's ribs, lightly wiggling his fingers.

Laurent made an undignified squawk which then bubbled into laughter, squirming against Gansey and pressing closer, trying to hide against Gansey as if that would somehow protect him from the tickling. All giggles, he twitched and clung, gasping Gansey's name in between little mewling yelps. "Gansey!"

Whining with helplessness, he grabbed Gansey and kissed him, shivering with aftershocks of ticklishness as he tried to distract Gansey from the tickling.

He didn't want to give his fiance the vapors, so he succumbed easily, giving in to the kiss and letting it distract him from tickling. Not that Laurent squirming and laughing wasn't utterly adorable.

Grinning into the kiss, when he pulled back he laughed. "Oh, you're so very ticklish, aren't you?" It was an amazing discovery. One he didn't plan on abusing, but no doubt it might come in handy one day.

Hugging Laurent tight to his body, Gansey cuddled against his lover.

"You're truly a marvel."

"Very ticklish," Laurent admitted, hugging tight in return and nuzzling at Gansey. "Once broke a man's nose for tickling me. It was without permission, of course. You are perfectly welcome to tickle me. In private, anyway."

Laurent wrinkled his nose a little, not sure he should give too broad of permission, though he had enjoyed it. It was arousing, having Gansey's fingers skimming over him, lighting up all his senses. He groaned a little, cheeks flushed and cock giving interested twitches.

"I'm very glad you decided not to break my nose," Gansey chuckled, making a mental note to not take advantage of his permission to tickle. "I will be sure to use this power wisely." Noticing Laurent's rising interest, Gansey laughed, running a finger down along his lover's belly.

"What, already? You must really like me." Gently teasing, he placed a kiss upon Laurent's shoulder, then another, and another. Circling that finger around Laurent's navel, he skimmed his nails very lightly.

"I do really like you," Laurent said, voice warm with flirtation. "And I like your nose as it is. Unbroken. Flawless." Laurent kissed it, then laughed and squirmed at the light brush of Gansey's nails. "Gansey!" he gasped, laughing.

"And I find your tickling rather... arousing," he said, between breathless laughs. "Gansey."

"Ticklish even here?" he laughed, tapping his finger just below Laurent's navel. "Oh, you? Are adorable." Smiling, he moved so he could brush Laurent's hair back from his face, easing up on the tickling for now.

"Let's head back and wash up, hm? I've still got to get that box open and beg Helen for her rooms." Not that he wanted to leave; he felt so very himself in the ruins like this, with Laurent. Like they always belonged there.

Pressing a kiss against Laurent's forehead, he smiled, "What do you think?"

"Not adorable!" Laurent argued, laughing and hugging Gansey close, snuggling against him and sighing fondly. "I think we should stay here forever. Though I do want you to get that box open, and you are on a time limit."

Grinning, Laurent kissed Gansey's throat, then detangled halfway. "Oh, we are a mess," he said, laughing more and trying to comb his own hair back into a semblance of tidiness. "Though I do like the look of you rumpled and sweaty. My handsome stablehand."

Gansey laughed, delighted that Laurent preferred his fiance as a sweaty mess to well polished and neat. "I'll remember that for the future," he promised with a wink, flapping his shirt out to check how bad it looked. The stains were obvious. Only, what else were they going to do? They couldn't very well return covered in what was obviously not tree sap.

"I'd like to stay here forever," he admitted, belatedly, sitting up and staring at his shirt as he spoke. "Sometimes I dream about what it was like. The ruins before they were ruins. When they were glorious. To travel like they did. Adventure."

Longing, he stared up at the sky.

"As much as I do like adventure," Laurent said, hugging his arms around Gansey's waist from behind and nuzzling at his shoulder, "I think I'd much prefer peace, prosperity, and shocking amounts of filthy sex."

He grinned, nipping the back of Gansey's neck and letting go. He got up and dressed, looking quite clearly rumpled but rather becomingly so. "You'd better kiss me thoroughly," he said, "in case we don't have the opportunity for a couple of hours."

The feeling of Laurent's arms around him brought Gansey back to reality. Smiling, he turned toward his fiance, watching as he dressed. Devastatingly handsome even when rumpled from a good toss in the grass.

Smiling still, Gansey made to brush some stray hair from Laurent's forehead.

"Is that so? My future husband is quite pragmatic." Tilting his head, a thought crossed his features, "Though I quite like the idea of you aching for my kisses... then your thoughts will be filled with me all day."

Laurent gave him an utterly distraught look in return. "Do you think there's any moment in my life where I am not aching for your kisses? If you kiss me, I shall manage to survive the interim, of moments or hours, until the next. If you do not, I may die of the longing, which is completely overpowering."

Smiling and beseeching simultaneously, Laurent kissed at Gansey's throat, making a soft keening noise to help persuade him.

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