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I love me some gen threads, especially funny or drama-filled ones, but I am also shamelessly here for shipping AUs. The general Liem-shipping vibe is "I want more than this, but I shouldn't & they can't possibly want me back," so if you're into that, I've got what you need. His default setting is very D&D-like high fantasy, but I'm comfortable playing him in modern fantasy settings as well. Pretty much any prompt can also accommodate Liem being a full vampire instead of a dhampir, if that's your thing.

Prompts for inspiration:
• Arranged Marriage: Liem's shady vampire family has arranged his marriage to you, but he seems a rather reluctant fiance.
• Bodyguard Shipping: It's Liem's duty to keep you safe and out of trouble, possibly despite your best efforts.
• Companion to Royalty: Reclusive vampire king Liem and YOU! Are you a gift from a local power? Sacrifice from the townsfolk? Or did you just stumble up the road to his castle during a storm?
• Enemies to Lovers: Maybe Liem is a foreign agent trying to sabotage your country or organization. Or maybe you're rebelling against the current regime and he's trying to take you in.
• Fake Dating/Fake Married: A relationship is your cover story while you're travelling for some secret reason. Gotta keep up appearances.
• Hunter & Hunted: Are you a hunter trying to track Liem down? Or a snack that proved more than he bargained for?
• Hurt (Comfort Optional): Whether he's hurt, sick, drugged, or just upset, two things remain constant: Liem needs help, and he doesn't want to accept it. But maybe you don't want to fix him anyway; maybe you want to make him worse.
• Living a Lie: Whether you're undercover on a mission, or you lied to cover something up and now you have to commit, you're stuck playing a role until you accomplish some secret objective — or until you can shake off your nosy company.
• Loss of Control: For whatever reason, one of you is struggling not to go berserk — or perhaps has already failed. If it's Liem, can you help him come back to himself, or are you the one pushing him over the edge?
• Out of the Frying Pan: The classic "tried to help someone in trouble, ended up with a new and possibly worse problem" situation. But at least you're in it together!
• Priest/Celibacy: Default here is that Liem is the priest, but it could go the other way. Smutty, or just laden with UST? You decide.
• Texting: Stupid TFLN-style text threads, my beloved...
• Random Scenario: For if none of the above tickle your fancy.

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Ha.

[Liem's response to his husband's question is breathless, even though he can never really be short of breath, given that he doesn't need it. It's just that his world has narrowed entirely to Cardan's voice, Cardan's face, Cardan's mouth sliding over flushed skin and Cardan's warm hands directing him as he pleases, and all these things make his lungs tremble and his breath stick in his throat.

He likes being able to watch his husband like this, and being able to touch him, even if it is only with the fingers of his bound hands — but the transit of Cardan's splayed hand up his stomach makes eagerness spike through him, and he yields readily to the gentle pressure against his chest, letting himself be pushed back down against the sheets with a soft, wanting sigh.]

It would have… mm… been less, ah… perverse somewhere else.

[A tremor runs through him, beneath Cardan's palm. It is so very hard not to squirm into the caress of his mouth, not to forget his train of thought entirely under his deliberate and unfaltering attentions. He wants, and wants and wants, oversensitized and barely treading water above the tide of his pleasure, and all he wants is to drown.]

Somewhere private… Cardan… oh… I just… I don't only want you when… we're in private…

[ He loves that little shiver-- loves the tension of the beautiful body under his hands. He loves that finely honed self-control that Liem surely cultivated for some noble purpose -- like dance or the art of battle -- and which Cardan is doing his best to strain. It's mean, making him work so hard for it, and yet Cardan will never, ever tire of it, of taking that careful discipline and making it bend to his whims.

But Liem's explanation makes him think. He supposes it would be different for the person not weaving the glamour. When you don't know whether anyone might look around and lock eyes with you at any moment, whether the clamour of voices might suddenly turn scandalized. Not that Cardan had ever jerked anyone off in the middle of a human bar; he'd never done anything in the middle of a human bar. Still-- ]

If you knew how often I'd thought of fucking you in the most public places.

[ He purrs it with a smile that's audibly wicked, even if Liem might have trouble seeing him from the angle he's at. ]

Though I've no desire to share you.

[ This he says like an oath. No matter how satisfying it would be to have the whole world look up and see his husband as his in the most intimate, primal way possible-- he is too greedy to have Liem's attention to himself, as he has been since the night of their vows. And besides, no one else deserves to see his husband like this, unguarded and vulnerable under Cardan's touch.

He exhales, soft and quiet against Liem's skin -- and then he's in motion. His hand sweeps up when he moves, up Liem's flank and over his arm, tapping it to direct him to move up on the bed. Cardan will move with him, over him, finally trapping him with his body the way he had wanted for some time now, and the satisfaction of it sings in his bones. But he doesn't press Liem into the sheets with his weight, doesn't mould himself to him the way he wants-- not yet. Not yet. It would be too indulgent for either of them, and he cannot afford to lose his focus.

So he only kisses Liem, soft, almost chaste, even as oil-slickened fingers draw their way up the tender inside of his thigh to curl against his entrance, begging for entry into his body. ]

[Liem can never hear that delightfully wicked cadence in his husband's voice without feeling an answering flutter of lust, nor can he presently think about Cardan wanting to fuck him in public without letting frustration slide out of him on a soft, needy breath. He doesn't want to be fucked with an audience; he's never wanted such a thing. But his desire for his spouse can make other concerns pale in comparison, which has been a significant distraction on more than one occasion. And he has never felt as incapable of resisting him for any length of time as he does right now.

He only hopes that he regains his senses before the next time he's actually out in public again.]

Why is it… I never hear about this…?

[He mumbles in complaint as Cardan urges him further onto the bed. Unlike his unhindered and reasonably-sober husband, he has to make rather a bit of effort just to slide back a couple feet. But it is worth it when Cardan crawls over him to trap him against the covers, and the warm curve of his mouth again finds his lips. If he were able, Liem would have melted into that gentle kiss and the silken slide of his fingers, would have pulled Cardan close and kept him there for hours. As it is, he can only tip his mouth eagerly up into the caress of his lips, needy and impatient and terribly, helplessly smitten.]

[ He laughs, his mouth wandering to Liem's jaw, charmed at this novel complaint. Cardan nips at the tender skin below Liem's ear just as he presses slick fingers inside him, hiding his own sharp inhale. It feels like his own wait has been eternal; desire burns through him, laser-focused on the man he's trapped in his arms. The labour of working his husband open is ever as delightful as it is torturous to Cardan's limited patience. ]

Would you like me to start telling you as it comes up?

[ He's not done with Liem's neck yet; Cardan's teeth graze over smooth, unmarked skin, and he bites him again, intending to put more marks on the untouched landscape of Liem's throat. But between the press of his teeth and the hot kisses he presses to Liem's skin, and the steady slide of his fingers, he will still speak, his voice low and amused between them. ]

"Lord Neri, the quail is exceptional tonight. Though I am distracted by lurid fantasies of bending my husband right over your dining table and taking him right here."

[ That's an attractive fantasy in its own right -- more so given the ruse they are putting on. Even if Cardan is supposed to play the philanderer, he hardly wants the other gentry to assume that Liem is available for pawing at. ]

Oh—

[A sharp, eager sound tumbles from Liem's lips at the feel of slick fingers pressing into him and teeth nipping the tender skin of his neck. He presses his head back against the covers, his lashes dipping heavily, and attempts to breathe through the surge of want that fills him up with each bite and each heated kiss. The absence of Cardan's weight against him is an ache beneath his skin; he cannot help but squirm his hips just a little against the slide of his fingers, frustrated by the lack of contact.]

N— Not other lords.

[Of course he doesn't want his husband to discuss his carnal fantasies with the other gentry at the parties they attend. It doesn't even occur to Liem to think that of course they're meant to be acting as though they can't stand each other, which is reason all on its own. The thought of Cardan sharing anything related to their sex life with someone else instead of just with him makes heat flood his skin, and he's not sure whether it's due more to mortification or jealousy.]

Just me.

[Measured though he tries to keep them, his breaths are in danger here and there of becoming whines, muffled though they might be by the dig of teeth into his lip. Cardan is right not to indulge him any more than this, not if he wants to be able to keep toying with him, but he just… he wants it so keenly. The ache of his need is driving him insane.]

[ Cardan raises an eyebrow, his expression mild for all that Liem's every squirm, every laboured breath pierces through him with insistent need. He wants those breaths to turn into whines, and the whines into moans, wants Liem wild and insensate with want. He wants to touch him, and he wants to fuck him, and so many other things besides. It's a miracle he can keep his voice calm under the onslaught of everything he aches for. ]

I don't often have need for fantasies when we're alone.

[ Which doesn't mean he doesn't engage in any. Many an afternoon in Liem's study has been spent with pleasant, idle thoughts about his husband's hands and his mouth and the way Liem's tidy papers would look with Liem pinned on top of them. ]

Are you suggesting I pull you aside just to whisper lurid nonsense in your ear?

[ He doesn't sound uninterested in the prospect; in fact, judging by the delight in his voice, Liem is likely to get his wish. ]

You'd have to look put out. And not blush.

[ Like he's doing now. Cardan pushes himself up to grin at him, though hunger simmers in his gaze when he surveys his husband's face with its sharp angles and those bright, lovely eyes. Seeing Liem bite his own lip just sends an additional pang of heavy want through him -- but then what doesn't, at this point? Liem could ask him to read a 500-page contract and he'd probably find it sexy, at this juncture. ]

[Against any sort of good judgement he might have had were he less intoxicated, Liem is suggesting precisely that. The thought of Cardan stealing his attention for a few moments to murmur something salacious in his ear is infinitely more appealing than any intrigue-filled party they ever spend their nights at. If he must spend the time otherwise apart from his husband, he might at least do it knowing that he is living in his thoughts.

(When did he start measuring parties by how long it would be until he could return to his husband's side? He doesn't care to consider that particular question, lest it lead somewhere he won't like.)

Besides, why wouldn't he wish to have his husband whispering in his ear? The murmur of his breath and the predatory look in his eyes always quicken a flutter in his stomach — just as they're doing now. He can't imagine regretting such attention, no matter how inconvenient the time for it might be. Even in the first weeks of their marriage, he'd never been able to squash the flare of excitement that Cardan's teasing always ignited in him, to his own frustration.]

I'm… good at… both those things.

[Not right now, obviously, but as Cardan pointed out, he hardly needs to tease Liem with fantasies when they are alone. Liem swallows, gazing up at his husband from beneath heavy lids, and amends:]

When I'm sober.

[ Cardan's laugh is quiet and a little more affectionate than he himself had banked for. Liem is handsome and elegant and beautiful, stretched out on the sheets beneath him, so desirable it makes Cardan's heart hammer against his chest -- but he's also cute. It forever blindsides Cardan, this side of his eminently serious husband. He has to bite back a smile as he leans in to brush his mouth over the violet tint of Liem's cheeks.

His voice is affectionate, too. ]

You really are a glutton for punishment.

[ But Cardan isn't -- not in this way, anyway. His mouth slides over, ghosts over the contour of Liem's ear, and then he does murmur his salacious secret. ]

I'm going to fuck you.

[ He's impatient, and he wants his hands back so he can touch Liem more thoroughly, which is difficult when he needs one of them to support himself against the bed. ]

But I won't let you come. Not yet.

After all, we have such a long night ahead of us.

[ He pulls his fingers out, splaying his hand over Liem's thigh -- and then Cardan pushes himself up to kneel, his legs folded tightly as he looks down at his husband. Even though it's dangerous -- even though he's ever been a visual creature first and foremost, and the sight of Liem spread on the bed, flushed and waiting for him, is enough to kindle a savage longing in him.

Still, he makes himself calm. He makes his hand -- the one that hasn't curled warm fingers over Liem's cock, indulgent in its stroking -- work at the fastenings of his trousers without hurry. Never mind that freeing himself is a relief; never mind that he wants to be inside his husband so badly it aches through his bones. When he pulls himself out and lines himself up, it is with casual ease, as if the both of them hadn't been waiting for what feels like several eternities. ]

[It doesn't make any kind of sense, that the warmth in Cardan's voice and in the lips brushing his cheek should make Liem just as needy for his husband's touch as does the lewd promise he murmurs in his ear. Even though Cardan's fingers are already inside him, and even though his neck is already bruised with the memory of his kisses, the temptations that his husband dangles in front of him make the thrill in his belly flare with a suddenness that surprises even Liem.

He truly is a glutton for punishment — at least when at the mercy of Cardan's cruelly unhurried hands and Cardan's hypnotizingly soft, affectionate voice. Yearning aches unbearably through him, making him whine softly with impatience as Cardan pulls out of him and moves back to kneel on the covers. And still, he wants what his wicked spouse promises; he wants Cardan to fuck him, to touch him and toy with him and deny him what his body is so desperate for, even if he begs for it.

His want sighs out of him, breathlessly eager, as warm fingers find his neglected erection and stroke. He watches Cardan raptly, his face leant against one bound arm, as he undoes the fastenings of his trousers.]

Oh fuck, [he says fervently, but rather than the oath of a man confronted with his doom, the words are reverent as a prayer.]

[ Cardan only smiles -- a sharp, hungry little expression, because no matter how much he might be playing at patience, he cannot change the need that thrums through him every time he looks at his husband. He has ever been a stranger to temperance, and Liem is making it difficult to turn a new leaf -- not when he sighs like that or swears like that, or when he looks so uncommonly open and vulnerable.

He is always so possessive in these moments, and he doesn't know why.

Cardan's hands find Liem's hips, revelling in the feeling of bare skin, of having him like this-- even as he presses in, closer, to slide inside his husband. He doesn't make a sound aside from a single sharp inhale, but his black gaze is locked unerringly on Liem's face, and the look on his face is more serious and more intent than a teasing game should warrant.

It occurs to him, in a moment of mid-coital clarity, that he has probably never wanted anyone so fervently and with such unerring focus as he has his husband.

It takes effort to be slow about it. Inch by torturous inch, he presses forward until he's fully sheathed inside the familiar silken tightness of Liem's body. The tension of restraint is palpable in his shoulders; it's all he can do not to make his grip bruise. He can feel the impertinent lust pulse in his chest, in his throat, in his cock, thump-thump-thump with every treacherous beat of his heart. ]

I want this, [ he says, quiet like a confession, ] each evening and every morning, and every time you make me tally another shitty budget, and every boring banquet where I watch you talk to other people.

[ His smile is wan. ]

But it is my curse to wish for things I cannot have.

Ohh—

[Liem sighs again, low and fervent and aching as Cardan presses slowly inside of him. The indulgent attention that his husband gave to his cock has not helped him control his need for him; he feels impossibly alight with it, urgently aware of Cardan's grip on his hips, the unyielding heat of him filling him up, the intent way those dark eyes remain fixed on his own — and of his own helpless lust, teased and inflamed so every shift of Cardan's hips against him makes his breath catch fitfully in his lungs.

It is because of his intoxication, surely — but he wants so desperately to be his. Not even on the morning after the attempted assassination had he been so overcome with this ravening need to be possessed, to be used like a favourite plaything until he had nothing left to give. Cardan's murmur, as he slides into him, only makes the need coiling in his chest writhe, and bite.]

I wish you could.

[In this moment, it seems like the most obvious wish in the world. How much more enjoyable it would be to let Cardan bend him over his desk or spirit him away from a dreary banquet every time the desire struck him. It makes Liem's chest feel strangely tight to imagine a world where he could begin and end every single night with his husband looking at him just like this, like he is irreplaceable.]

Cardan… I wish I could give you… whatever you wanted.

[ There is a twitch at the corner of his mouth -- minuscule, reined in as soon as it appears, and yet. It should be pleasant to hear Liem say these things to him; if nothing else, he knows that his husband isn't lying. Pleasure and pain alike pull strange confessions out of people, and Liem has ever been too earnest about things like these.

It's just that whatever you wanted is so easily said by someone who doesn't have to mean every word.

It breaks his resolve just a little bit. He can only take so much-- can only weather so much pleasure, withstand so much teasing, when all he wants is to bury himself in his husband and forget about the world. He leans forward, over Liem, catching himself on one hand as his hips rock into him. And again, and again-- slow, heavy thrusts, holding on to his control only by dint of not wanting any of it to end. His fingers clutch at the sheet, the knuckles white. Liem feels so good, so impossibly tight and perfect-- ]

Whatever I want, Liem?

[ His breathless smile is a little strange. It's like picking at a scab, to ask a question he knows the answer to, no matter what Liem might say.

Well, Cardan's husband isn't the only masochist in the room. ]

[He loves this: the way Cardan plays him like an instrument, winding him up and coaxing this desperate need from him, just as he pleases. Liem groans a little when Cardan fucks into him, going taut against the covers as sensation rolls through him in slow, irresistible waves. His cock, bobbing heavily over his stomach, throbs insistently with each deliberate thrust.

In this moment, he would agree to anything his husband asked of him, as long as it meant he wasn't going to stop. He doesn't hesitate for even a moment, his answer spilling out of him on breaths gone short and shallow with need.]

Yes. Cardan—

[How could he not wish for it? How could he think to refuse his husband anything at all, when he wants him so keenly and thinks of him so often? Cardan has laid some faerie magic on him, insinuating himself into thoughts where he has no business being, making Liem ache to be touched at all hours, stealing his peace with his tormenting and still making him yearn for more. Liem is sick with obsession, not even half a year into his marriage. Frustration makes tightness creep into his voice.]

Anything. Everything.

[ It is a relief to slide against Liem, to cover his husband's body with his own, even if Cardan is still nearly fully clothed against Liem's nakedness. The pleasure of it sighs out of him, and for a moment, his eyes flutter shut, his forehead pressed against the sheets over Liem's shoulder.

Everything, Liem says in that tense, strained voice, making greed flare in Cardan's belly. He wants everything. He wants to be unreasonable and impractical; he wants to call his husband's bluff and ask for things he cannot possibly have. He wants his secrets and his attention and his trust, and he wants admission to the tight-faced space to which Liem retreats when he's refusing to tell Cardan his troubles, and he wants the gentleness of those cool hands and maybe their violence too, just a little bit. Why Liem would offer him such a thing--

Well, it's because he's drunk and high. Cardan wonders if he'll even remember.

It only takes a couple of seconds to catch his breath. When he drags himself back up to look at Liem, it is with a hungry, lean focus. ]

I want you, [ he says, velvet-soft menace in his voice, ] to be very good for me.

[ His hand finds Liem's bound wrists, wraps possessive fingers around them, and pins them -- unnecessarily -- against the bed. His other trails down to his belly. ]

I want you to not come for as long as you can.

[ Even though Cardan will stroke him, deliberate, to coincide with each heavy thrust. Even though he's already waited so long, even though he must be quite desperate by now-- Cardan is nearing desperation himself, and he hasn't had half the torment he's subjected Liem to. And still: ]

You can do that for me, can't you, Liem?

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[In that brief, quiet moment when his husband leans down and rests his brow against the sheets just above his shoulder, Liem tips his face toward him — a flower seeking moonlight — and nuzzles gently into the soft hair at his temple. The scent of him is a comfort, as is the long body covering his, warm even through the barrier of Cardan's clothes. Somehow, the frenzy growing inside him has made him just as desperate for Cardan's affection as for his body.

And he is desperate. When his husband pulls back, pinning his wrists against the bed as he regards him with that hungry look, Liem's stomach trembles beneath the trailing path of his fingers. The look with which he meets Cardan's gaze is dangerously eager, his cheeks and throat still bearing that faint, intoxicated flush and his parted mouth yearning to be kissed.

His desire will not help him in the least as his lover again finds his cock and strokes, now in time with the slow and merciless rhythm of his hips. Liem gasps, short and sharp, as Cardan follows his demand with this new trial.]

I— Ah—

[Oh god, of course he can't do it. Even when he swallows and — for a long moment — suppresses his breathing altogether in an effort to quell his own excitement, he can't do anything about the waves of pleasure that roll heavily through him with thrust and each stroke of Cardan's hand. All he wants is to press back against the sheets, squirm into that touch and lose himself beneath the rising tide of sensation.

But still, he murmurs breathlessly,] I will…

[ Of course he cannot do it. Cardan has teased him relentlessly for the past hour; he's not entirely sure a man should stay this hard this long, if only for want of going a little insane. It is a cruel thing to ask-- but Cardan is a cruel man, and so he has asked it and is asking it still, with every stroke, every thrust, every unruly beat of his own heart close to Liem's chest.

Perhaps it is payback for the soft flutter of affection that tightens his throat when Liem nuzzles against his temple. How impertinent of his husband to make Cardan feel these things, and so keenly-- ]

Good, [ he says, breathless despite himself, even if his tone is still silken and predatory. He dips down, pressing a kiss to the corner of Liem's mouth, just to give himself time to assuage his own savage longing. ] You're doing... so well.

You wouldn't come before I do... would you, Liem?

[ Surely not. The grin he aims at his husband is terrifically smug. ]

[Cardan has to know how mean it is for him to kiss Liem like that, to praise him like that, when he's already trying with everything he has to resist him. His eyes flutter closed for a moment as a helpless, wanting breath trembles unsteadily from him. Even as Cardan asks that smug, silken question of him, he knows already what the answer must be, and the knowledge makes frustration paint itself in tense lines over his features.]

Cardan…

[The whine slips out of him almost pleadingly, though he carries no hope for clemency from his mischievous spouse. It's just that he is so full of him, so helplessly enthralled by his every look and touch. He wants to beg him for another kiss; he wants to feel his teeth; he wants his husband's venom-sweet voice dripping praise in his ear; he wants his gentle disappointment, too, and it's that more than anything else that makes him gasp and rock his hips heedlessly into his touch as Cardan fucks into him. He wants him, wants him, wants—]

Cardan, [he moans, desperate as his husband thrusts into him, fills him up again and again. He can't keep himself together anymore, he can't. Need rushes through him in a torrent, irresistible.] Cardan—

[ Of all the shades of Liem he knows and likes, this might be the one he loves best: when he loses himself completely, despite every faculty of his impressive self-control. He loves the look of desperation in that handsome face, loves the struggle in that beautiful body, loves the way he can tell when Liem breaks in his hands by the sound of his breathing and the frantic movement of his hips. It nearly supercedes his own arousal; who would focus on such frivolities when his husband is so breathtaking in his torment?

The sound of his name uttered like that sears into him with a satisfaction so complete, he's not sure he's ever known its like.

And still-- ]

No.

[ His voice is as gentle as he can make it: compensation for the terrifically cruel thing he is about to do. The fingers on Liem's cock wrap around him again, clamp tight and unforgiving just below the head of his cock, and Cardan's hips pull back to leave him empty. (It's a necessity: he does not think he can make it through whatever happens next if he were still sheathed inside Liem's body.) Cardan had told him he wouldn't let him come, and he will be faithful to his word. ]

Not yet, [ he says, a little hoarse with wanting. His weight presses Liem into the sheets, deliberately, seeking to trap him even in this way-- and his eyes are unerringly on his husband's face, watching with rapt, ravenous attention. ]

[Swept up in the urgent swell of his own need, Liem whimpers in frustrated objection as Cardan cinches unyielding fingers around his erection and pulls out of him, leaving him suddenly bereft of sensation. He arches helplessly beneath the cage of his body, pressed back into the sheets as he squirms uselessly against him.]

Fuck.

[He swears, eyes falling heavily shut as his head tips back against the covers. This is what he'd wanted — what he'd asked for, in a manner of speaking — but in this moment, with his senses full of his husband and lust thundering through him, he wants nothing more than his touch and his indulgence. If Cardan was not already trapping him against the bed with his weight, he might have fought the hand pinning his wrists just to drag him closer.

He won't beg, he won't — but it's worse that he can't hold onto him, and it's worse that Cardan just watches, when he has never felt so desperate for the warmth of his lips against his skin. When he drags his eyes open again, something of that naked desperation fills them as he looks up at him.]

[ Cardan only laughs, so soft it's nearly silent, and leans down to indulge Liem in at least one of his wants. He needs it, too -- needs something to distract himself from the delicious tease of Liem struggling against him, from the spike of lust that pierces through him when his so-measured husband swears. As always, Liem's desperation threatens to infect Cardan, and it is difficult not to shiver and move against him when they are already so torturously close. So Cardan will kiss him instead, hard and obscene, all teeth and consuming need. When he pulls away, his breathing will be hard and his eyes very dark on Liem's face. ]

That was not long at all, [ he scolds, though he doesn't have it in him to mask the affection from his voice. It entwines his arch smugness, makes it sound like something else entirely. ] If I didn't know better, I'd think you weren't even trying.

[ Except of course he was. Cardan has never known Liem to be anything but fully committed, even to impossible tasks. But Liem hadn't ever asked him to be fair; he'd asked him to be selfish and capricious -- traits Cardan has far more talent for, anyway. ]

[That kiss only serves to provoke, to tease Liem's wants further as he fits his body desperately against Cardan's, so familiar and so perfect. He covets the heat of him through his clothes, the slide of him against his bare skin — and even when the overwhelming threat of his peak flattens and begins to subside, the demand of Cardan's kiss keeps need fluttering in his throat, in his belly, scorching beneath his skin. When Cardan pulls away again, the eyes following his retreat are just pale rings amidst a sea of black.]

I was distracted, [Liem murmurs, breathless. It's an absurd understatement; he passed through distracted and moved on to hopelessly overwhelmed sometime around when Cardan first put his mouth on his cock. Drinking his blood hasn't helped matters at all.

But he is discovering an alarming degree of desire for the cadence of that smug, soft-edged reprimand. His pale flush of desperate arousal mingles with mortification — because Cardan is right of course; he's been useless at trying to control himself — which is a terrible tease given how sensitive every part of him currently is. He sighs, almost sulkily,]

You're so demanding…

[ At times like these, when Liem looks at him with eyes like endless black pools, Cardan remembers that he married not just a man but a natural predator, strange and fierce and never so beautiful as when he is like this. If he's trapped his husband against the sheets, his wrists still bound, his cock still straining against Cardan's unforgiving grip -- it's only because Liem has allowed him to do so.

It should piss him off. But it only makes him feel unaccountably powerful to wield so much undeserved trust. ]

Is the son of a High King supposed to be otherwise?

[ Of course not, though he's not giving Liem much time to say so. His hand slips off his husband's tormented erection to brace against his slim hip; it's so Cardan can pull back, shift his weight and -- press inside him again, sinking into the silken tightness of his body with a shivery little sigh. And if he sounds relieved-- ]

I shouldn't reward you for a performance this terrible.

[ His teeth graze along the sharp angle of Liem's jaw; he nips at the skin right below it, adding to the growing collection of marks on Liem's elegant throat. ]

But I want to come.

[Despite his frustration and his cruelly-teased need, Liem's lips curve in a smile at his husband's prideful reply to his complaint. He has no defence against him; not the electric thrill of his touch, nor his charmingly-unrepentant demeanour. Both make that yearning low in his chest flare wildly, making him want to press closer until he can claim that capricious mouth with his own.]

No, I—

[He breaks off with a breathless gasp, shifting against Cardan as he presses back inside of him. If he has any attention at all for his husband's critiques, it is quickly overtaken by his fascination with the teeth at his jaw, nipping the soft skin of his throat. Without thought or hesitation, he tips his head aside to invite Cardan's teasing attention there, eagerness written into the arch of his spine and the cadence of his breaths.]

It's alluring, on you…

[Somehow, despite the wanting arch of his body toward Cardan's, this observation too has the ring of petulance about it. Ah, he is so impatient, still; it just isn't fair. Liem continues to discover, to his own misfortune, that the more capricious and entitled his lover acts, the greedier he becomes for his teeth, his touch, his cock— for every delicious torment that he might tempt him with, even for a moment.]

[ Oh, that will not do. Though the sullen note in his husband's voice is endearingly novel, though his closeness and the arch of his body send pleasure dancing down Cardan's spine, breathtaking in its potency, it's Liem's focus that Cardan wants. His unerring, unwavering, stubborn focus; his attention, exacting and precise.

Cardan's mouth moves against Liem's throat, his voice quiet as a brooding storm. ]

Liem.

[ There's something carefully deliberate in his tone. He lifts his face; his hands press to Liem's flanks, just atop his ribcage. When he pushes himself up, it's in a fluid dancer's movement, his hands sliding down to Liem's waist, his hips -- and then pulling him into Cardan, a sharp little thrust punctuated by the piercing regard of Cardan's cruel little smile. ]

Pay attention.

[ To his words. To his reprimand. To the things that Cardan wants of him. The hands on Liem's hips find their way to the small of his back instead. ]

Up.

[ Up, and into Cardan's waiting lap. ]

[The more absorbed Liem becomes in the tease of sensation against his skin, the slide of his husband moving inside him, and the overwhelming ache of his own desire, the more difficult heeding Cardan's wishes becomes. It is not for lack of enthusiasm; the sound of his husband's soft instructions still sparks eagerness in his belly, regardless of how cruel his whims are. But how can he avoid distraction when that mouth is still hot and possessive on his throat, and his body is still trapping Liem against the sheets?]

Ah—

[A gasp leaps out of him when Cardan grasps his hips and fucks into him, the reprimand that follows sending a bright, beguiling tremor up his spine. He is distracted, still — but the brisk instruction and the hands at his back propel Liem smoothly upright, his body taut with effort. He loops his bound arms around Cardan's neck, at least partially for want of anywhere else to put them, and shifts his weight to settle more fully against him. The small sigh that slips out of him as he does is hungry.]

I am…

[Sort of. To some things, like Cardan's dick inside him, and how hot that smirk looks on his perfect mouth, and how much he does want to see him come, again, while he's riding his cock.]

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