marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

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.

"Oh, you win, you win," Gansey chuckled, utterly defeated. Like he would ever truly deny Laurent anything. Gansey was stubborn as hell and did what he wanted far too often for his family's tastes, but Laurent would always win with him.

So he dipped his head so that he could plant a kiss on his lover, holding him close and tight. Kissed him over and over again until even he was feeling a bit dizzy, lips bruised.

"I hope that shall satisfy you until tonight." Kissing Laurent's forehead, he finally let go and stepped away, throwing his dirtied shirt over his shoulders. "Now, come. Let's start some incredible gossip about how I decide to go shirtless whenever I enter the wood because I want to be one with nature, or some other nonsense."

Laurent's eyes fluttered closed at the kiss, giving himself over utterly to it. He was conscious of nothing but Gansey's mouth against his own, Gansey's breath, the prickle of stubble on Gansey's cheeks, the wet warmth of his tongue, the security of his arms, the wisps of hair teasing his forehead.

He blinked, breathless and dazed, as Gansey released him. Sated and subdued, he walked along with Gansey, keeping hold of Gansey's hand and watching Gansey rather than where he was walking. He trusted that Gansey would never let him stumble.

"Here," Laurent said, taking the shirt from him once his senses had halfway returned. He dipped it into a little creek on their way to the horses, and wrung it out before offering it back to Gansey with a grin. "That will obscure the truth, a little. You can tell them you went for a swim. Or, if you like, that I pushed you into a pond."

Gansey took the shirt, nose wrinkled a bit. It was... clean now, true, though now it was cold. Colder. Though it was better, he supposed. Shaking the shirt out so that he might gingerly pull it into his body, he flashed Laurent a mischievous look.

"Oh? How playful of you. Now, if that's to be true, I'd of course have to take my revenge." Which was why when he stepped closer, he wrapped his arms around Laurent with a laugh, "It will be more believable if we're both damp, yes? Look at how chilly I've gotten now."

Squeezing close, he grinned wider and buried his face into Laurent's shoulder.

"You smell good. Have I ever told you that before?"

"Gansey," Laurent complained, yelping and laughing. He pressed closer, shivering, because under the cold wet of Gansey's shirt was the warmth of Gansey's broad chest, and Laurent was already wet now. "Is this how you Ravens treat your betrotheds? Shocking." He nuzzled at Gansey in return, whining softly and still shivering. "Bully. I never said you had to put the shirt on."

"If I'm going to play the part, I must commit," he laughed, rubbing his hands up and down Laurent's arms in an attempt to give him a little warmth. Luckily it wasn't the cool season, and they weren't too far from the castle.

"Let's go get washed up. And I'm feeling particularly ravenous," Gansey admitted, making his way toward the horses. They were pleased to see them, snorting and prancing a little, ready to get some more exorcise.

"Looks like they missed us."

Laurent stole another quick kiss before they parted, and then went with him to retrieve their horses. He greeted his horse warmly, breathing in the reassuring, honest scent of horse, and then he mounted up.

"I love you," he said, with a smile flashed over his shoulder, and then he put heels to his horse and darted on ahead. He wasn't racing this time so much as just riding for the sheer pleasure of it, challenging himself and his horse as they raced through the meadows, taking the more challenging routes for the thrill of the risk and the jumps.

Gansey stood with his horse and watched as Laurent dashed off on his. On horseback, truly, Laurent was a striking figure. Slim and fair haired, looking every bit the handsome prince he was as he rode that clumsy horse with impossible grace.

Only when Laurent was out of sight did Gansey stop watching. Swinging up on his own mount, he likewise took off, this time moving at a more leisurely pace. The horse didn't seem to mind, having gotten its run earlier.

Back at the castle he handed off the reigns to one of the new stable boys. There were certainly looks: why is the prince wet? but Gansey paid them no mind. He ordered a hot bath be run for the both of them and requested that a snack might be prepared posthaste, and sent a messenger to Helen to ask for her company.

"Do you want to see the rooms?" Gansey asked once he had met up with Laurent again and given him a proper kiss.

Laurent greeted him with a thrilled grin, throwing himself into Gansey's arms and kissing him enthusiastically. "Yes, please," he murmured against Gansey's lips, brushing the tips of their noses together soft and teasing before he gave in to temptation and kissed Gansey again, playful and unrestrained with his love, allowing himself to be distracted even though he knew perfectly well that they had things to do.

Gansey loved being distracted. With Laurent, it might very well be his favorite thing.

Laughing and kissing, he pulled back so he could join their hands, threading their fingers together as he lead the way to where Helen's rooms were. It was quite the walk: flowers, fountains, a quiet area where people didn't normally pass through unless they were looking for something more scenic.

"I've always liked this part of the castle," he admitted, rubbing his thumb against the back of Laurent's hand. "It's quiet. I used to come here to read when I was young because no one would bother me. A relief, between the parties and guests." Sending his lover a curious glance, "What was it like? Growing up in Vere." He had some understanding from what Laurent had already told him, yet he always longed to know more about his fiance.

Fools in Love, for gentry

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