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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He knows immediately that he cannot let it show. And so the glare is forthcoming, all the more heated for the fact he's still twitchy and responsive under his husband's cool hands -- can't help being anything but, with how sensitized he feels.
It appears that his husband has decided to use Cardan's own tricks against him.
Very well, then; even Cardan has to admit this is fair and more than fair, even if it is a little frightening to let Liem toy with his self-control this way. But if this is what Liem wants, then surely he does not expect Cardan to make it easy on him. When he pushes himself up on one arm, his expression will have smoothed back out to cool condescension; his free hand slides into Liem's hair, cradling his head with a menacing kind of tenderness. And if he's still flushed, if he has to bite back a shiver every time Liem brushes up against this trapped erection, that's--
That's just fine. ]
Of course there is. [ The way he breathes it, it has the air of a threat. His smile flashes, toothy and sharp, and his voice has the clipped cadence of a man trying very hard to keep himself together. ]
I brought it with me [ another deliberate breath; his stomach flexes and then relaxes in time with his exhale ] to be annoying.
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When Cardan moves to prop himself up, Liem dips back down — beckoned back to the pale, as-of-yet unmarked stretch of midriff peeking over his waistband. If he wanted to be really salacious, he would tug his husband's trousers down to get at the tender skin between his hip bones. Perhaps he will, in a bit.
But for now he contents himself with nuzzling cool kisses against Cardan's trim stomach, intrigued by each flutter of the muscle there, pleased by the strained quality of his breath.]
Oh?
[As ever, Liem is careful with his teeth, even when nipping warm skin, gentle little bites that he then works into a mark. Perhaps the hickeys themselves won't quite tickle, but the affectionate wandering of his mouth in between certainly must.]
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One that Liem doesn't even appear to be listening to. ]
Oh, yes, [ Cardan continues, the sharpness in his voice belying his breathy undertone. He feels like he's trying to balance on a knife's edge; his fingers bite into the silken rug, knuckles white. ] All the better-- to...
[ He can't. He can't-- he bites down on his lip, but laughter threatens to bubble up anyway. Somehow his awareness of it makes it worse; the hand in Liem's hair detaches, flying up to cover his mouth, as if that will do anything, contain any of the indignities Liem is about to inflict on him. ]
To-- fuck... terrorize my insolent husband with. Ah-- h-ha... [ His stomach trembles, and then he does squirm, unable to help it, even as another breathy giggle makes its way up from his chest, and another, and-- he has to screw his eyes shut and bite down on his knuckle, and even then it hardly works. ]
Liem.
[ His dignity is in shambles; if he weren't so distracted by sensation, he might have found time to be furious. And still, something stops him from seizing Liem's hands, from pulling him away. He can feel the heat on his face, regardless of the blistering glare he directs down at his husband. He's utterly breathless, increasingly unable to keep still entirely. ]
You fiend, ha... hah--
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But Liem has never heard his husband struggle so against his laughter before, nor seen him so ruthlessly robbed of his dignity. The sound of his breathless complaints wakes a tender, aching feeling in his chest; when he looks up again from the site of his newest mark, Cardan's flushed, harried glare pierces him right through.
His mean, arrogant, princely husband has no business being so endearing.]
How [— Liem says, lifting his head with a frown creasing his brows and a soft, fond look touching the very corners of his lips —] am I meant to complete my dare when you insist on tempting me so, Cardan?
[Because Liem cannot help but want to crawl back up his body, take him in both hands, and kiss that scowl off his face.]
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But his glare is stymied a little by some sentiment he sees in Liem's face. Unlike his husband, Cardan isn't particularly keen on having his precious dignity trampled, not even by Liem -- who certainly gets away with doing almost everything else. Still, he cannot bring himself to be truly annoyed with him even now, just as much as he can't quite keep his hand from finding its way to Liem's face, tracing lightly along the steep cliff of his cheekbone, brushing against the corner of that soft and dangerous mouth. It just that Liem so rarely gets to indulge himself; of all the people Cardan has ever known, his husband is most alarmingly prone to denying himself pleasures in the name of duty.
He is, however, confused. ]
I am hardly the villain taking advantage of me.
[ Usually, he has a good handle on when and how he's tempting Liem, considering that he once devoted a month of his life to naught else. Right now, he has no idea what his husband is talking about. He is already menacing Cardan, and it doesn't seem to impede him from painting Cardan's skin with love bites at all. ]
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He is not distracted from his delight at the cracks in his husband's mask of dignity; rather, he's attempting to turn it to a productive purpose. The unruly tenderness in his chest remains.]
You're right; you've lent your villainous mantle to me.
[So that Liem can amuse himself with Cardan as he so rarely does. So that he can claim him for his own and indulge desires he's rarely hinted at.
The fingers cupping Cardan's hand slide down to his cuff, to loosen it and coax the lacy fabric back from his wrist. Since he has lifted his attention from his husband's bare abdomen for the moment, he may as well devote it here. Sliding his touch up Cardan's inner forearm, he tilts his mouth to find the soft skin there, recalling as he does the last occasion Cardan had offered his wrist to him. This time, though, he only intends to leave a bruise.]
My valiant, long-suffering husband, [he murmurs, a bit wryly.] Your laughter is enchanting — and you have an eminently kissable scowl.
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And he is too primed for tenderness – too shivery with pleasure at Liem's cool fingers traversing up his sleeve, to his mouth finding the sensitive skin at his wrist with its hammering, heated pulse. That even this should feel enchanting is testament to some strange sorcery; for all that Liem is not the one with magic in his veins, he has nonetheless entangled Cardan in his web as well as any of the Fair Folk could.
It's so different from the last time, when Liem had been the one overwhelmed, unmoored with sensation. It makes Cardan a little nervous – and still, he cannot deny Liem any of his wants. Not because it's his birthday – not even because it's in the terms of the game they are playing. It's just that his husband is so dangerous and beautiful in the moonlight, that his hands are so certain and his desire for Cardan so deliberate. It's weakness on Cardan's part to indulge it; and yet, and yet…
Ah, but he does want to kiss Liem. It is torturous to wait for him to have his fill of this activity, which seems to have no end. Already Cardan wants him back in his lap, under the purview of his hands and his mouth, where he can be the one having his way with his husband.
But in the absence of such– ]
Truth or dare, Liem?
[ Well, he did finish his story, more or less. The fact it was a terrible effort is no one's business. ]
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He eyes it consideringly as he ponders his husband's question.]
Dare.
[Because he is not done yet, and he does not wish to further occupy his mouth with speaking at the moment. Somehow, Cardan's complaining only makes Liem more eager to be done with his mission. For all that he well enjoys dotting his husband's skin with kisses, he still misses the warmth of his lips.
Though he is still tempted to slither yet lower, to fit in one last tease before Cardan ceases to be at his mercy. The landscape of his husband's lean hips beckons with promise, and the mere thought of leaving some of his love bites there makes want flare low in his belly. Liem's thoughtful gaze slides back to Cardan's as his fingers glide over kiss-warmed skin, to the fastenings of his trousers.
This time, however, he waits, just for a moment: Perhaps to gauge his husband's reaction before he commits to menacing him further. Or perhaps simply to hear the content of his dare.]
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He is no longer laughing, unwillingly or otherwise. The half-lidded gaze that meets Liem's is expectant. Cardan's terrible flaw, the one that forever gets him in trouble, is that he has never been smart enough to back off in time; even after all of his husband's mischief, he cannot help but want to answer the challenge.
His mouth curls. ]
I want you, [ he demands, every soft-edged word certain as a promise, ] to be greedy, husband.
[ Even if it should rob Cardan of more of his dignity, even if it is unreasonable. Liem's brazen exploration of his body has hooked its claws in him; it is the first time Cardan has seen him take his due without asking for permission. For all that he'd complained, he is curious of the shape Liem's selfishness might take.
And either way, he cannot imagine his husband would want more than he is willing to give. ]
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As you wish.
[He need not be coy, then, about dipping his mouth back to the warm skin just above Cardan's waistband, to taste him again with a deliberate glide of his tongue. The process of exploring his stomach with his deluge of kisses was delightful; he'd not object at all to the chance to indulge a bit more.
But he only lingers there for the time it takes for him to unfasten Cardan's trousers and pull them down his hips. His mouth descends lower, mapping a meandering trail from lower belly to hip — while his hands slide back up again, the fingers of one curling over his husband's waist, and the others skimming over a hip bone and across, to wrap around Cardan's cock and stroke.]
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Ah, but how fervently he always wants that dangerous mouth. Dangerous -- and occupied, which just means that it is up to Cardan to fill the silence with something other than his restless breaths. ]
It seems unmeet, [ he observes, warm and silken and utterly unrepentant, ] to have the guest of honour labour so for my pleasure.
[ But if it is unmeet, he is going to do nothing about it. Has he not, after all, built his whole life on the spoils of transgression? Let this be but another. He is ever the one who is endlessly greedy, in the end. His fingers find the gentle point of Liem's ear, stroke along its delicate shell, smooth over soft brown hair. ]
I wonder. Do you remember it? Last time.
[ He was so drunk, after all. Cardan is certain Liem doesn't recall much of the night at all. ]
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Mm.
[He hums contentedly against a damp red mark stamped next to the slant of one hip, his eyes sliding closed for a moment at the caress of warm fingers over his hair. The scrape of his teeth over yet-unmarked skin is thoughtful.]
Not well enough.
[He recalls the carriage floor solid beneath his knees, and Cardan's fingers caressing him much like this, and the heat of him against his tongue — but little else. It is a problem he intends to rectify, and as he wanders Cardan's skin with leisurely kisses and teasing nibbles, he sees no reason not to glide lips and tongue over his cock as well, for all that his attention is still required elsewhere. It's just indulgence: enough to reacquaint himself with the feel and the taste of him, before his teeth and tongue find another mark elsewhere, and his hand continues its languid caress over silken skin.]
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But Cardan also knows that the things his husband had said, in those long, pleasure-soaked hours, were not thoughts he would have voiced if he had been in his right mind. There is an odd pleasure in hoarding them to himself -- fleeting, tender little sentiments, no doubt heightened and baited by the paces he had put Liem through. They are Cardan's alone now, and he is ever jealous of things that are his.
...But his meditation on the transience of pleasure will have to wait. His thoughts shift-- slide away entirely when Liem's mouth finds his erection, drawing a heated, urgent gasp from him. For a moment, all Cardan can do is breathe, his eyes unerringly focused on Liem's face; for a moment, he wants so savagely that it wipes away everything else.
And then Liem's mouth is gone, and Cardan's teeth sink into his own lip, frustrated. He feels bereft and pinned down all at once, trapped by the stroke of his husband's deliberate fingers. As ever, this is his own fault entirely: he had set the ridiculous dare, failing to think through the consequences. It's just that being at fault doesn't make him any less hard, doesn't make his want for his husband any less urgent. He wants to complain about it, about the thorough way Liem's mouth teases bruises onto his skin, but what could he say that would spare his pride? Instead-- ]
I've been such a terrible influence.
[ He manages to sound deadpan about it, despite the way his breath catches every time Liem's mouth descends onto his skin. ]
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Such royal arrogance, [he observes. The idea that Cardan lured his staid, dutiful husband into mischief with his own habits delights Liem more than a little, not least of all because of how embarrassingly obedient Liem has been for him since almost the first time Cardan touched him.
He has not yet made his twenty-fifth mark, but at present Liem finds himself far more interested in the urgent breaths he'd pulled from his husband, and the animal longing he'd glimpsed in his expression. He wants more of both, to remember properly whenever he glimpses one of the bruises stamped onto Cardan's skin. Even though his fondness for teasing is not nearly as transient as his spouse might naively believe, tonight, at this moment, what he wants most of all is Cardan's desire.
Though he doesn't really need to choose between the two. Not when he can return to his indulgent exploration of his husband's cock, mapping it with languid kisses and the obscene slide of his tongue, even as his damp, saliva-slicked fingers slide with lazy deliberation over the head.]
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And he can use a little arrogance now, when Liem returns full attention to his cock. It’s what he’d wanted — but he had not imagined that the lazy, deliberate drag of Liem’s tongue would provoke him quite like this. Lust flares hotly under his skin; something about Liem’s unhurried manner, about the leisurely slide of his mouth over Cardan’s skin makes him feel alight with it, unable to think of anything else. Liem will easily get his quick, urgent breaths, his hammering pulse — the caught way Cardan looks at him, as if he could not look away even if he’d wanted to.
Cardan is very bad at waiting. He’s especially bad at it during a times like these, when he has little to do with his hands — even burying his fingers in Liem’s hair is a challenge, thwarted as he is by his own gift of flowers. He wants to touch his husband— wants to hold him, to press himself against him and take control, the way he always has. The fact he cannot is making him a little insane. ]
Liem, [ he sighs, just to say it, though even that is shot through with longing. His restless fingers trail along his husband’s jaw, the side of his neck, aimless in their journey. ]
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Liem intends to give Cardan everything he wants, but he cannot help but draw it out like this, because that restless, frustrated longing feels too rare not to savour.]
Impatience looks so good on you.
[He murmurs against hot, silken skin as he watches his husband, his eyes intent on that sharp, lovely face. He likes the sound of that impatience, too, in the sigh that slips from Cardan's lips. He wants to hear it build until his princely spouse cannot even pretend at that languid hauteur any longer.
The thought hums insistently at the back of his mind as he shifts, and then dips down to swallow him up.]
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He is not prepared for the shocking pleasure of Liem's mouth sliding over him at all. ]
Fuck, [ he hisses, legs drawing up so he can curl forward, leaning over Liem as if drawn to him by gravity. This time he doesn't consider the flower crown when he buries his fingers in soft hair, cradling the back of Liem's head; he needs something to hold on to, to have in his hands. Someone -- his lover, his husband, his partner in crime, but always-- ]
Mine. [ He breathes it softly, almost inaudible against the rush of his thundering heart. His eyes had fallen shut, despite his best efforts; when he looks at Liem again, they are mere slivers of black. Still, something of his haughtiness finds its way back to his face, breathless and flushed as he might be. ] Even when you... hah... insist on tormenting me with desire.
[ Probably because of it, actually, but Liem does not need to know that. ]
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Had it been like this before, too? Had he menaced Cardan with his pleasure, when he'd put his mouth on him in the carriage? Had Cardan called him his? He can't remember. Keenly as he wishes he could, that night remains simply a soft, muddied sea of urgent sensation.
But if Cardan is accusing him of being his tormentor, he may as well earn the moniker — because he doesn't think he could do any different, now that they're like this. His want is too keen for him to do anything but devote himself to Cardan's pleasure, to the feel and taste of him as he takes him in, to each indulgent slide of his tongue when he pulls back to tease the head of his cock.
He doesn't just want to make him come; he wants to make him squirm, just a little. He wants Cardan to curse him in the same breath that he claims him as his own. He wants his lust and his impatience, and he wants to draw it out so he can properly enjoy both. More and more, with Cardan (because of some magic of his, some trickery that has gotten beneath his skin), he wants everything — and since he can't possibly sate that want, all he can do is indulge it.]
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No, it hadn't been like this before. Not even in that carriage, where his nerves had been alight with anticipation. He straightens, accompanied by a shuddering exhalation. Another look at Liem's face sends a pulse of lust through him, searing hot, almost painful in its intensity. ]
...I suppose I am ever a slave to that mouth.
[ He doesn't smile -- doesn't even attempt to play it off as irony. One of his hands slides from Liem's hair to curl over his jaw instead; Cardan's thumb slides insistently over the corner of his mouth, the edge of his damp lip. Then his hand drops, once again used to prop himself up against the bulwark of his shivery, too-urgent pleasure.
He can't not watch, but that makes it worse. His frown is helpless, his lips parted for the heavy, uneven breaths Liem pulls from him, the frantic rise and fall of his chest. He can feel himself drawing more taut, beat by beat, as he climbs closer to the apex of pleasure. And he wants it: he wants to come, he wants to claim Liem in this way, too, wants to watch him when he does. ]
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Given Cardan's response to the leisurely, deliberate slide of his mouth, he cannot help but be curious.
But as always, with Cardan, the same stubborn affection lodged in Liem's chest makes tormenting him for long impossible. He is too caught by the want to indulge him, to abandon his playful impulses in favour of warmer, sweeter endeavours. He hums against heated, sensitive skin, almost in acquiescence, as he works his darling spouse closer to the peak of his pleasure.
And if he is a little demanding about it, a little ruthless with his pace, surely nothing could be more reasonable than greed for his own husband's ecstasy.]
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Liem--
[ It builds and builds and builds, his want. Sometimes he thinks it might devour them both. But tonight, with the stars bright above them and Liem's desire painted onto his skin, he is not averse to being consumed at all. ]
I don't know-- how you do this to me, [ he breathes, as if Liem might not hear it, as if being quiet will prevent the heated gasps and escalating rhythm of his breaths. Never in his life has he been teased so much, so easily. Liem is the only one--
But the thought is gone as quickly as it comes. He is too close, too eager for his release to think of anything beyond that slick, merciless, beautiful mouth, beyond the caress of Liem's steady hands. It takes all that he has not to press his hips up into it, seeking more pleasure, more touch-- pleasure floods him, pouring into him with every heartbeat, keen and so sharp it's nearly unbearable--
He comes with a low, bitten-off groan, and it feels like forever. ]
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He wants to be irresistible, always. He wants Cardan plagued with thoughts of his spouse at all hours of the day and night, wants him to be foolish with longing — because Liem already is, and he cannot stand the thought that his lover's ardour might dim when he cannot have him in his arms.
Yes; he should have known he'd be too greedy for this — but it is far too late now. When he feels Cardan's climax take him, that groan searing through him with a hot spike of need, Liem can only stroke him insistently through it, demanding to the very last. And when he does finally release his husband, it is only to trail damp, unhurried kisses back up the landscape of his body, still alight with his own relentless desire.]
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Even now, when his desire should rightly be sated, Cardan wants him. Even now, sparks of pleasure shiver up his spine, lit by Liem's kisses. If his husband wanted him to feel well and truly claimed, he has certainly succeeded. ]
Come here, [ Cardan murmurs, and tries not to seem urgent about it. It is suddenly unbearable to imagine another stretch of time without Liem's mouth on his own. He wants him close, wants to feel his familiar weight, the contours of Liem's body fitting in that particular, perfect way against his own.
His hand curls around the sharp contour of Liem's jaw. It would certainly not be unjustified if Liem chose to deny him, to tease him further, just as Cardan had done to him so many times. It would be just, but Cardan isn't certain he could take it without going a little insane. And so-- ]
Please.
[ He manages to make it sound dignified, but only just. ]
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He closes the rest of the distance yet between them, covering Cardan's body once again with his own so he can return to where he best belongs: in Cardan's arms, with that soft, hungry mouth on his. There, beneath the stars and the windblown boughs of the wisteria tree, he can finally melt against his husband again — and he does, fitting himself against Cardan with bone-deep contentment.]
I must find the time… to torment you this way more often, [he murmurs against his lips, to get ahead of the other, more dangerous things clamouring to spill from his mouth instead. His chest feels sore with the weight of them all hiding behind his ribs.] You are… uniquely bewitching like this.
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Kissing Liem is much the same. It is as if he's sating some hunger he never quite realized he felt -- as if this man, and he alone, holds the antidote to some strange and insistent longing in Cardan's chest.
...though Liem's commentary gives him pause. He is a little uneasy with what he might have awakened in his hitherto docile husband -- uneasy, too, about how difficult it had been to maintain any shred of his self-possession while Liem had such free rein over his body. But his little frown is transitory; he doesn't want to give Liem cause to believe him anxious. Instead, his eyebrows lift. ]
Surely... mm, surely you've had more than enough fun. [ The memory of Liem's mouth at his throat, his chest makes something strangely eager flutter in his belly -- even now, so soon after climax. ] I might pass for a leopard, at this rate.
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