marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

"Something simple," Laurent said, smiling at the kiss to his temple. "And you."

They stopped by the kitchens to pick up a basket of lunch stuffs, and then swung by Laurent's room to retrieve the book that he'd been loaned but hadn't yet had a chance to start. Then he coaxed Gansey to return to his tower room, lounging across his lover's bed as he nibbled on an apple and some cheese. "So what were these requests of yours that might take precedence?" Laurent asked, grinning impishly while he pretended to be focused on the book in front of him.

It was a good time to take a break. The castle had been seen, though it would still take Laurent some time to learn its curious hallways, no doubt. Dinner was being prepared if their stop by the kitchen and how busy things were getting was any indication; after dinner he would show Laurent the gardens and give him the surprise.

For now, Gansey munched on a slice of apple, giving his beloved an amused glance. Gansey was seated on the edge of the bed, one leg pulled up, as he watched the steams of people rushing about the town in the distance. Getting ready for their own dinners, he'd wager.

"Oh?" Gansey did not think Laurent was paying very close attention to that journal, but he would not call him out on it. Yet. "Still curious, little fox?" Eyes glittering with challenge, he leaned so his back was on the bed, and he was gazing up at Laurent.

"Mm... why don't you guess? What sort of thing do you think I might prefer?"

"Spanking, evidently." Laurent teased, setting the book aside and moving to straddle Gansey's lap instead. He took another bite of his apple, then set it aside so that he could focus on getting Gansey's shirt off while he chewed and thought.

"No," he sighed, resting his arms on Gansey's shoulders. "Don't make me guess. I've seen too many things in Vere. I don't have any concept of what would be considered normal here. Do me the favor of telling me plain. It'll make me less nervous about getting it wrong."

It didn't occur to him how much he'd changed in the past two days to be able to ask for plain honesty rather than hiding behind the safety of games and challenges.

Gently, Gansey lifted his hand to place it on top of one of Laurent's, giving him a kindly look. "You don't have to be nervous about anything. Not with me." Looking up, he searched his fiance's face for a moment, rubbing his fingers over the softness of Laurent's skin.

"But I can tell you plain. Mm... let's see." Slowly, he chewed his lip in consideration. "What might I ask for... I quite like being bitten. That you could have guessed easily, I think." A short laugh followed that. "Had we finished what I tried earlier, I would have wanted to swallow," he added thoughtfully, glancing from Laurent's face to the ceiling for a moment.

"Or if not that, for you to finish on me. Something like that." With a soft murmur, Gansey closed his eyes. "My hands are sensitive—I might ask for my fingers to be sucked on. Or an ear. I might ask you to scratch me as hard as you want with your nails, along my back. Preferably while you're in incredibly pleasant throes."

Opening his eyes, his gaze focused on Laurent once more. "Ah. And, I suppose, I might like it if you slapped a collar on me and called me yours. Just for fun, of course." With a short shrug, he finished, "Not that you'd ever have to do anything you dislike."

Laurent smiled as he listened, completely happy and relaxed. He played idly with a strand of Gansey's hair, content. "That all sounds lovely. I might also like to wear a collar for you, but--not... not any time soon. Putting a collar on you sounds much easier to manage."

Warm and lazy with trust, Laurent leaned forward to suck on Gansey's earlobe, as he'd requested, only just enough to make Gansey squirm beneath him for a moment. "May I ride you?" he asked, a grin on his lips. He ground his hips back against Gansey's, in case it wasn't clear what he was asking. "I've been thinking about it all morning."

Happy in his favorite spot--on top of Gansey, like a cat--Laurent reached for his apple and took another bite, grinning and letting the suggestion sink in.

The attention to his earlobe most certainly did make him squirm. The slight scrape of teeth and feeling of breath, the brush of tongue against his lobe, and wet sensation made him press his feet into the bed. Hands wandering, he grabbed Laurent along the side of his legs and pushed up, palms settling on his fiance's bottom and giving a firm squeeze.

Then it was gone and Laurent was asking him a question. Ride—wait, what? He blinked as the image settled in and he flushed, face and throat both, hot under the collar from there mere idea. What a bold fox Laurent could be.

Though, perhaps a cat was more accurate. The contented look, the way he stretched and claimed his territory, and mischievous sparkle that popped up in his eye at flustering Gansey at every turn... very feline.

Clearing his throat after swallowing thickly, "Have you, now? I think that would be, ah... quite nice." To put it in the tamest, politest, most delicate way possible. Biting his lip, Gansey studied Laurent's face.

"I'd like that."

Laurent did love making Gansey squirm and flush. Kissing the tip of his nose, Laurent sat up and moved off of him. He set down his apple, pulled off his shirt, retrieved apple and cheese, and took another bite of each. Happy to multitask, he immediately then started on unfastening Gansey's trousers, stripping them off of him.

"Have you got oil we can use?" he asked, fingers trailing distractingly over Gansey's shaft while he reached for a couple morsels of chicken, popping one in his own mouth and touching the other to Gansey's lips. Teasing was way more fun than letting Gansey answer questions or fulfill requests.

Laurent was truly a fascinating creature. Gansey watched with fascination as Laurent kissed his nose and then shifted, leaving Gansey sitting up just to follow along, though not for long. Shirt stripped, Gansey reclined and admired the shape of his fiance's body—just as lovely as it had been that morning.

When Laurent artfully stripped Gansey of his britches, the prince laughed, a sound that quickly melded into a soft sigh when fingers ghosted over sensitive flesh.

"—Oil." He said the word suddenly, as though it was the first time he'd ever heard it. "Yes, I... yes." He nodded, rubbed his lips together, not eager to get up and retrieve it from his chest. That would mean parting from Laurent. For less than a minute, but that seemed much too long.

Laurent offered him some chicken and he opened his mouth to accept it, catching Laurent's fingers between his lips and sucking them generously. Lolling his tongue and tugging lightly, he only let go once he was content that he'd licked them clean.

"Hold on." Slipping off the bed, he went to his chest and dug through some items before finding the small bottle he kept. It wasn't a thing often used but one never knew. Returning, held it up between his fingers.

"We'll have to encourage the idea that I have a fondness for perfumed bath oils," Laurent said, with a playful smirk. "Which I do. But I expect we'll be going through a lot of perfumed oils for other reasons." He reached out to snag Gansey's wrist, hauling him close and pushing him to sit with his back against the headboard. Satisfied when he had Gansey arranged where he wanted him, Laurent wiggled out of his own trousers, then climbed back into Gansey's lap and straddled him.

"Finger me open," Laurent murmured, stealing a soft, sweet kiss from his lips before shifting his focus to trailing soft kisses along Gansey's throat. He wanted to make sure Gansey had enough available attention span to at least get oil on his fingers before Laurent did anything else to tease and distract him. "Please," he purred, with a sweetly wicked little smirk. He'd learned Gansey well enough that he suspected the additional 'please' would be enough to get an extra bit of flustered blushing, and Laurent loved anything that would make Gansey happy and flustered.

While not totally used to being directed, Gansey had no problems with Laurent moving him to his pleasure. There was still a lot to learn between them; letting Laurent take the lead with what he wanted was a good way to ease into being with each other. The comment about bath oils made his eyebrow arch, but not in any kind of displeasure. In fact, he was pleased—what hot blooded man didn't like to hear that his intended was just as interested in being physical?

Laurent's weight on his lap almost made him groan. It was a bitten back sound from bitten and abused lips. Laurent had a way of making Gansey chew them more than he might otherwise.

As distracting and attractive Laurent was, he kept enough wits to know what he had to do. "With pleasure," he murmured against the slope of Laurent's neck as he leaned in to give a kiss of his own, pulling the cork on the bottle with surprisingly steady hands. It didn't have much of an scent but felt warm to his touch the moment he dripped some onto the fingers of his dominant hand. He was happy and flustered, but not from embarrassment. Not when they were alone, like this. It was from want, desire, and being in love with the fantastic creature straddling him.

Once his fingers felt slick enough, Gansey pushed his hand up between Laurent's legs. Gently at first, in case his fiance might startle as he had that morning. Between his own legs his cock was beginning to twitch, reddening with the sudden change of blood flow. It wasn't anything he focused on because he was much too focused on his intended; he began with one finger, tip of the index, rubbing the pad against Laurent's hole to get him used to the sensation and get him wet both.

It occurred to Gansey that he had not asked Laurent if he was a virgin. It wasn't anything that mattered to him, only that he wondered if Laurent was used to being worked open, or if it was a new experience for him. But rather than ask, Gansey occupied his mouth by biting down into the handsome jut of Laurent's collarbone, scraping his teeth and tongue over fine bone as he worked on easing Laurent open.

Laurent's nails dug into Gansey's shoulders at the touch. A ripple of tension went through his body, breath stilling for a moment.

With a concerted effort, Laurent kissed the join of Gansey's neck and shoulder, then a spot an inch further from there, then again, focusing stubbornly on his task in the hopes that it would make clear that he didn't want to stop, and he didn't want to talk about it.

And yet, aside from the soft kisses, his entire body had gone tense and still, nails still biting into Gansey's shoulders.

He had to believe that Laurent would stop him if it was too much. Among the tension, the stillness, there was also the sense of will and steel. If Laurent did not want him to stop then Gansey would not stop. Even if the soft, worrier in him urged him to slow down and make sure all was well. Nails bit into his shoulders like blunt daggers and, in an odd way, it felt good to have Laurent digging into him. Blood rushed to the spot and it throbbed lightly, giving him a sense of... being alive. Starkly, amazingly so.

It would not help to ask if Laurent as okay or if he thought they should stop. Stubbornness spoke for itself. Rather than that, Gansey tried to aid in the distraction, skimming his lips and appreciating the texture of skin beneath them. Sucking gently and tugging with his teeth, turning his face to rub his cheek against the slope of Laurent's chest, lovely shoulder, anything that caught his attention.

The oil made things fairly easy. Once he'd worked it off of his index finger he switched to rubbing with his ring finger, coaxing Laurent open as he murmured soft words of love into his fiance's neck.

"I'm going to push," he warned, breathing into the crook of Laurent's neck as he eased his finger up. Not forceful, but firm, as he slipped the tip of his finger in to the first, small joint. Increments, gently pushing in so that Laurent could adjust and get used to the feeling. Or, shove him away, if he found it to be too much.

Slowly, Laurent relaxed again, nuzzling gently at Gansey's shoulder and sliding his arms around Gansey's back to hold him. He let go of a little bit of his determination to remain in control, letting himself enjoy the sensations of Gansey's touch and kisses.

His nails returned when Gansey's finger pushed inside, despite the warning, but the tension slipped away much more quickly this time. He turned his head, catching Gansey's lips in a kiss so that he could reassure them both.

It was a sweet, warm kiss, but it lasted for only a moment before Laurent turned his head away, hiding his face against Gansey's throat. "Go on," he murmured, rocking his hips slightly against Gansey's finger. "I want this."

The kiss did reassure him. Short as it was, it remained on his lips after Laurent turned to bury his face again. "Me too," he murmured in response, planting another kiss to the side of Laurent's head, against silky blond hair. "You're amazing, Laurent. I've never felt this way about anyone before." Even just breathing in the other man's scent was enough to make Gansey soften, want to hold him, embrace him.

Encouraged by the rocking, Gansey proceeded with slightly less caution. The oil slicking his finger made it easy to push it in and out, work it up and down, slowly, at first. Then with more of a rhythm, a gesturing motion as he rubbed that became easier and easier with each slide. The sound of their breathing and murmuring was soon met with the wet sound of Gansey's finger working Laurent open. It was intensely erotic, and Gansey almost found himself dizzy for a moment—again, again, another experienced that seemed heightened based on the fact that he was crazy about his partner. It only further cemented the realization that, no, he really had loved no one else before. Not like this.

His middle finger soon joined his ringer finger. Again, gently, he pushed both in together before working up to a rhythm. If Laurent was really going to ride him then he would probably need to stretch his fiance out with at least three fingers—while Gansey's cock wasn't unusually long, it was slightly thicker than average.

"Does it feel okay?" he asked, pressing a heated kiss to Laurent's shoulder.

The more Gansey gave, the more Laurent relaxed, able to focus on this moment and the love between them, as he overwrote his old memories of pain and fear with these new ones of love.

He brushed the line of his nose along Gansey's jaw, kisses becoming more erratic and distracted. The determination in him had softened, and his smile began to return.

"Yes," he murmured, biting lightly at Gansey's cheekbone and then catching his lips for another kiss. This one was heated, lingering, and open-mouthed, and Laurent made a soft noise of pleasure and yearning as it deepened.

He felt warm, and he knew he was safe with Gansey. He wanted to wrap himself up in Gansey, now and forever, and never leave.

That it felt good for Laurent—that was all he could ask for. When Laurent caught his lips he nodded his chin up eagerly, parting his lips with no hesitation at all. Wet and hot, Gansey deepened the kiss quickly, needed an outlet for all the curled up desires forming butterflies in his chest cavity and tumbling around his belly. Moving his lips, one kiss ended and quickly melded into another one just as deep, with Gansey using his tongue. Rolling it, teasing against Laurent's and flicking up against the roof of the other man's mouth.

While he entertained with kissing he kept working his fingers, pace quickening as Laurent loosened up. Still tight, but in a way that made him almost shiver with anticipation. His whole hand was soon at work, wrist tilting and pushing up to accommodate his busy fingers. Blood pumping, body alive, the curl and thrust of his fingers became quicker and smoother. Only when he felt that it was time did he push in the third finger with the other two and begin the process all over again. As much as possible, Gansey wanted it to be as comfortable and pleasurable as it could be, for Laurent. That was all he wanted to give his fiance—endless amounts of affection and pleasure.

Whatever bad memories Laurent might have, he wanted to ... well. Scars would always remained, but if he could be the salve to ease the ache, he wanted to be. What was between them was good. That he could feel right down to the marrow of his bones.

It didn't matter that his wrist was beginning to ache. It was everything he could want.

When he finally allowed the kiss to break, Gansey swallowed thickly, tasting Laurent heavily on his tongue. "I don't know if I'll ever get enough of you," he admitted, a little breathless.

"Good thing you're marrying me," Laurent teased, his smiles back to their earlier warmth. It was becoming easier and easier to think only of Gansey, to focus on the now and forget his memories.

"Deeper," he begged, winding one hand into Gansey's hair to hold tighter to him. "Curl your fingers a little more."

When he got what he wanted, with Gansey's fingers brushing the sweet spot inside his body, he cried out--very soft--against Gansey's ear, trembling in his arms and nipping feverishly at Gansey's ear and down the side of his throat. "More."

Impatient and greedy for Gansey, now that the shadows of his mind had been dispelled, Laurent reached down, taking the vial of oil and stroking at Gansey in return, spanning the length of him with his fingers and preparing himself for what he was about to do.

Fingers wound into his hair and Gansey gasped, eyelids fluttering as he obeyed Laurent's demands. Deeper, curling his fingers, experimenting with what might feel good and what might best loosen his lover out. It helped immensely that Laurent was no longer so tense. He pushed as far as his fingers could go—fairly far given that his fingers were long and slender, but no doubt not as satisfying as his cock would be.

A soft cry against his ear had him kissing along the shape of Laurent's jaw heatedly, fingers moving with more and more urgency. Greedy and impatient—that reflected how Gansey felt perfectly. Their bodes were so close, so warm, he could feel every one of Laurent's labored breaths and soft noises.

When he felt a hand wrap around his erection he grunted, hips jerking up in automatic response. It was what he'd been craving and ignoring; his stomach knotted and flipped from the attention, goosebumps born from sensation.

"It feels—like you might be ready," he managed to breath out, pushing his fingers in as far as they could go, curling them toward himself and rubbing against Laurent's inner walls. Desperately, Gansey planted another hot kiss under Laurent's jaw, pushing helplessly against Laurent's palm.

"Laurent... I want you so much."

Radiant with pleasure, Laurent pushed Gansey's hand aside. He pressed forward, lining up Gansey's cock so that he could slide right down onto it, taking him in easily. He dropped an inch and gasped, hand tightening sharply in Gansey's hair.

Heart pounding, Laurent froze. His thighs burned with strain to keep himself still in just that spot, but he stayed still as he lifted his other hand, still slick with oil, to curl around Gansey's shoulder.

Trembling the tiniest bit, Laurent stirred his hips, slowly taking a little more at a time.

"Doesn't hurt," he murmured, to disabuse Gansey of any idea that he was hesitating out of pain. Gansey had prepared him very generously, and Laurent's body felt only glowing pleasure.

The terror was all in his mind.

Struggling to focus on Gansey, Laurent kissed him, deep and desperate, trying to drown himself in Gansey's lips.

Gansey's heart was pounding too. Drumming in his chest and then almost stopping when he felt Laurent begin to drop down onto him. A zap shot up his spine, a touch of magic, and he exhaled slowly. It was a touch of ecstasy. A touch of heaven.

With hands freed, he was able to rest his hands on the dips of Laurent's waist, pressing palms against the gentle slope. It was a moment he could drown in. The amazing feeling, having Laurent on top of him, so close and intimate. Laurent assuaged any worries he might have had with the conformation that it didn't hurt, and Gansey nodded, happy to hear it.

Gansey met the kiss with incredible eagerness, thick with desire and longing. It was open-mouthed from the start and Gansey could do nothing but lavish Laurent's mouth with attention. He wanted to taste every inch. Feel every part. Tease that tongue and bite on those plush lips.

The more Laurent took him in, the more he gasped and moaned into their kiss. It was tight but not painfully so; the heat and sensation of being squeezed nearly had him trembling. His hands slid up to rest on Laurent's back, nails scraping up along his shoulderblades and then back down, teasing the curve of spine. It was difficult to keep from thrusting up but he refrained, kept a tight grip on himself, because he wanted Laurent to set their pace.

Sinking all the way down, Laurent paused there. His thighs were pressed tight on either side of Gansey's hips, bodies as close as they could get, and he took kiss after kiss, dizzy and distracted with want.

His hips rocked forward of their own volition, chasing pleasure and sensation as he started to ride Gansey. There was no discomfort, only his own nerves and fear, and that was easily dismissed by Gansey's kisses.

When he wasn't sealed to Gansey's lips, Laurent lifted his head just enough to watch Gansey's eyes, utterly entranced by him. Gansey was his rock, the center of his world. In just two days, Gansey had become more valuable to him than anything else in his life.

Speeding up, Laurent started to ride him in earnest. He sought his own pleasure, picking a pace and angle that was most comfortable for him and watching each of Gansey's reactions like he was starving for them.

"Love you," he murmured, smiling against Gansey's lips.

When he was completely inside his lover, Gansey sucked in a heavy breath, dazzled by how utterly beautiful Laurent looked and how incredible he felt. They were one; bodies close and joined, tangled up in one another, a moment of complete trust. Giving themselves to the other. The light pressure on Laurent's waist became a tighter grip as he shuddered, stealing kiss after kiss in fevered frenzy.

The position didn't lend itself to it terribly well, but Gansey tried to move with Laurent. Less range, but enough shifting and rocking that he found it satisfying enough. Pushing his mouth up against the shape of Laurent's throat and chin and, while his mouth wasn't busy claiming every inch it could, Gansey studied Laurent in return with equal rapt enchantment.

An increase in speed had him reclining, resting his head back against the headboard. There were plenty of reactions for Laurent to devour: biting his lip, eyelids fluttering, adam's apple dipping as he swallowed heavily, cheeks pink, face flushed, a light sheen of sweat forming on his brow, lips parted in an O of a gasp, fingers tensing and relaxing on and off.

Those words had his heart singing. Hands fled from Laurent's waist to slide into lovely blond hair, fisting strands tightly and tugging as he gasped, "Love you... too." So much. It was dizzying and incredible. Could he really be so lucky? Were people allowed two miracles in their lifetime?

Gansey caught Laurent's lips again, hungry. If Laurent's hair was neat earlier, it would no longer be so—he threaded his fingers through, scraped his nails against his lover's scalp, tugged on the roots with need as he sucked on the other man's lips. Gansey wasn't sure how long he would last but it wasn't too heavy on his mind; the knot in his stomach was tugging tight and his skin felt like it was crawling, goosebumps rippling up his back and legs.

Laurent didn't mind as Gansey mussed his tidy hair, one of the few tidy things left about him. He'd shed his high-collared clothing, his icy exterior, and his pristine skin was covered in love-bites and bruises. He'd been remade entirely in love for Gansey, and he'd never been happier.

Tugging Gansey's hands down, though he hated to move them, Laurent guided them to his hips, taking Gansey's help when his thighs began to quiver with exertion. He relished the perfect control, not because he desired control but because it made him feel safe.

Leaving one arm around Gansey's shoulders, Laurent dropped the other one into his lap, touching himself so that he could control exactly when he came. He let his eyes close, basking in the perfect bliss of the moment, and snapping them open only when his thoughts threatened to stray onto any topic that wasn't Gansey.

Shivering once, Laurent quickened his hand, goaded to hurry by the fear that his own thoughts might interrupt his pleasure again. He didn't want to stop. If his fears overcame him, shattering this moment of perfect trust, he'd feel as though he failed. It would be harder to try a second time. Laurent wasn't about to let that happen.

Crying out softly against Gansey's lips, Laurent's grip tightened on him, pressing close as his mind went blank and his body shuddered and tightened in Gansey's lap, painting Gansey's chest with his completion. "Gansey," he whispered, almost a plea, and pressed his face against Gansey's shoulder, beginning to tremble.

It was stunning. Gansey couldn't look away from the magnificent sight before him. Laurent riding him to the point of trembling, a slender hand working against his own cock. Much as Gansey wanted to touch it too he wanted Laurent to have that feeling of safety more. Nails dug into flesh; when he felt Laurent straining, Gansey used the strength of his arms to help his lover along.

Gansey murmured Laurent over and over, heated and affectionate, calling Laurent back to him when it seemed like he might drift. There was nothing else but them. Them, the sound of the bed creaking with their love-making, and heavy breaths and tongues caressing names.

Laurent reached his climax and his chest felt warm, sticky, but Gansey didn't give a damn. In fact, it was a turn on—he gasped out, hips jerking up of their own accord as he reached his own, crashing down heavily on him, a wave of sun seeping through his veins. And Laurent was there, resting against his shoulder.

Gansey's arms slid up in one quick, fluid motion to give Laurent a tight embrace as he turned to brush his lips against his lover's ear. He didn't want to part. Laurent had said that he hadn't liked being touched much but Gansey couldn't help himself; selfishly, he wanted to cling to his lover, to try and offer comfort and support.

"I love you." His voice was steady and calm despite how heavily his chest was rising and falling, breaths never quite feeling like enough. "God, I love you."

Laurent clung gratefully to him, trembling. His breath came in sharp little gasps, almost sobs, as he gulped air. "Gansey," he murmured, like a prayer. "My Gansey."

His grip was tight, refusing to let go of Gansey, his lover, his prince, his everything. His thighs clenched on either side of Gansey's hips, keeping them still now so that Gansey would stay within him.

"I feel like I've been freed," he murmured, as an unmistakeable warm droplet hit Gansey's shoulder. He kept his face pressed against the join of Gansey's neck and shoulder, hidden. "I haven't felt safe for..." Laurent shook his head and swallowed, nails digging into Gansey's shoulders. "Years."

He forced his grip to relax, at least so that he wasn't at risk of drawing blood. Nuzzling softly, Laurent pressed against him, basking in the warmth and safety of being held. "Being with you is healing. Like sunlight."

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