[ Cardan breathes him in, enamoured and giddy with affection, with Liem's resolute readiness to give him everything he asks for. Much as he does indeed want to watch, he finds it difficult to pull away from his husband's soft mouth and his gentle kisses. He tips his head -- a tiny movement -- to brush his lips against Liem's, to torment them both with the closeness of barely-there touch. ]
You are ever, [ he tells Liem, tenderly amused, ] my favourite glutton for punishment.
[ His teeth press against Liem's lip, but even this bite is soft, more caress than nip. He has truly become such a depraved creature under Liem's patient tutelage. The stroke of his fingers is equally languid, unhurried -- even as his own pulse spikes, fluttering with ardent desire. ]
You ought to be careful, husband. You make teasing you so rewarding, and you have wed such an intemperate man.
[ Because Cardan ever wants to push the boundaries of good sense, to see how far their desperation can go until it devours them entirely.
His exhalation is a little shaky. ]
Do you even know how distracting you were in that forest? All wet and terribly fuckable.
[Liem shivers again as Cardan teases him with the whisper of lips and the gentle scrape of teeth, an accompaniment to the lazy stroke of warm fingers over his cock. His restless breaths ghost soft and cool over Cardan’s cheek as he brushes another distracted kiss against the corner of his mouth, too drowned in his own affection to stop touching Cardan even for a moment.
And since there is still very little of his husband he is permitted to touch, his mouth continues to be very busy. He swallows down an impatient noise at the soft sound of Cardan’s warning, clutching at the composure he is ever so loath to relinquish.
He still does not want to give his lover what he wants too easily.]
I have an idea of it.
[Cardan has not been shy about illustrating his desire, and after all, Liem is not the only one who spent the last few hours soaking wet and half undressed. But admittedly, there is no shortage of times he has glanced at Cardan and felt assailed by his charms. This is not a new phenomenon.]
[ As ever, his patience is bound to last only so long. He is too besotted with Liem, too happy to have him in his clutches, too full of his own burgeoning need. Liem's shiver provokes one of his own; Cardan's eyes fall shut, and this time he does nip, a little punitive, at the soft skin just below Liem's jaw. ]
I do not think you do.
...I thought to be considerate, husband. I wanted to give you time to work, you see, instead of taking up all your mornings with fucking and nonsense.
[ He pauses, and then -- pulls himself away, to lean against the back of the couch. This way, his serious gaze can find Liem's face and look upon him fully. This time, the caress of his hand is no longer teasing; he has tightened his grip, his rhythm slow but inexorable. ]
I see now this was a foolish thing to do.
[ How could he have possibly contained his desire? He has never been particularly restrained, but it turns out that being thus about Liem is a very special kind of madness. The black gaze on Liem's face isn't flirtatious so much as it is consuming. ]
I want your hands on me, Liem. I want to have you-- I want everything.
[The last thing Liem expects to hear, following the spark of pleasure-pain when Cardan’s teeth find his neck, is that his husband has for the past weeks been trying to be considerate of his workload. Natural though it would be to tip his head back and invite further attention to his throat, bewilderment pulls his gaze back to Cardan.
He’d thought his husband fatigued, or perhaps even feeling out of sorts after their quarrel in the woods. It had not occurred to Liem that Cardan might deny himself anything for his sake. Without any obvious cause, this prospect sends anxiety worming into him.]
Fucking… and nonsense, [he says breathlessly, resisting the urge to close his eyes against the seduction of Cardan’s hand working him,] are pillars… of our marriage.
[His gaze, though a little distracted, is nonetheless earnest. He slides one hand back up the side of his husband’s throat to cup his jaw, thumb tracing the full curve of his mouth.
He does not want to imagine a marriage where he and Cardan devote themselves only to work. He relies on his husband’s intemperate greed to interrupt the routine demands of his nightly schedule. However inconvenient such interruptions might be, he hungers for that inconvenience like he needs it to live.]
[ He breathes out, a little unsteadily, against Liem's skin. Over and over, it takes him by surprise -- how seeing his husband's composure falter makes his own need flare so hotly. It pulses through his throat, all the way down to his abdomen, nearly keen enough to distract him from his own laugh.
Nearly. The laughter bubbles out of him, and this is a little unsteady too, his smile tucked against Liem's touch. ]
I shan't commit such folly again.
[ He couldn't, anyway. The idea of restraining himself any longer already feels unbearable. He cannot imagine doing it when Liem is like this, hard and wanting in the palm of his hand, touching him with such tender greed. His lips part, trapping Liem's thumb in the soft, eager heat of his mouth. The blanket between them has long slid down, baring Cardan's chest as it lies crumpled around his hips -- though that's difficult enough as it is.
Then give it to me, he thinks but doesn't say, occupied as he is with the digit in his mouth. But his black gaze on Liem's face is hungry, his touch on Liem's cock increasingly ruthless. At times, he wonders if it's his curse, that his affection is inevitably just a little too greedy, a little too sharp-edged and selfish. But Liem has yet to complain about it, and anyway, Cardan cannot help what he is.
What he is, right this moment, is electrically horny and wildly impatient. ]
[Of the many things about his husband that Liem adores, few things undo him so completely as Cardan’s laugh. It is his husband who is radiant when joy takes him, truly. Liem feels affection transform his expression, hungry distraction warming as Cardan smiles against his hand. Of course he cannot help but smile back, far too tender and wanting, and he cannot hide it at all.
He cannot, because Cardan wanted to see him come undone—and Liem is getting closer with each insistent stroke of his hand. The lewd heat of his husband’s mouth and the intent, greedy stare capturing his gaze only shoulder him headlong down the steep slope of his pleasure, making heat pulse in his gut and his breath come hard in his lungs. His free hand clutches at the back of the couch, before he reconsiders and drags his fingers down Cardan’s chest instead.
He wants this. He wants Cardan’s hungry desperation, he wants his tenderness and his affection, he wants his impatience and his pleasure and his greed and his trust. He wants to share these stolen moments with only him, and stretch them out so they can pretend they might last forever.
But Liem is not going to last forever. He is not going to last much longer at all in his lover’s demanding grasp, and when he finally comes apart, he has to clutch at Cardan’s chest to resist the urge to smother the needy moan that sneaks its way out of him, betraying the extent of his hunger.]
[ As he strokes his husband through his climax, Cardan's eyes go a little wide -- caught, somehow, by the sound of that moan, by the warmth in Liem's smile, by the transit of those cool fingers over his skin. Lust slams into him with a howling ferocity, making his hips move against Liem's weight atop his lap, frustrated by the barrier of soft fabric between them. ]
Oh--
[ He breathes out, pausing to let his heart calm a little, before he slips his grip from Liem's cock to splay over his hip instead. He's distracted about this. His eyes stay on Liem's face, his mouth, the crystalline blue of his eyes. His gaze is serious and a little desperate. ]
It is absurd, how beautiful you are.
[ He could have put it in prettier words, maybe, could have made himself sound less obviously infatuated. But Liem has set every nerve in his body alight with impatience, and now it is a little difficult to concentrate. ]
...sometimes, I fear it will be my undoing.
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[For a very long moment, nothing exists in Liem’s world but the dark eyes staring into his and the hand ruthlessly working his cock and the restless body moving impatiently beneath him. Caught tightly in the grip of his climax, he lets sensation swallow him up, and presently finds himself slumped in Cardan’s lap, leaning forward to rest his brow against his husband’s.
He means to say something in reply, but his faculties have not quite returned. Instead, he tips his face to Cardan’s to steal another kiss, and then another, buying himself the time he sorely needs.]
That is fair, and more than fair.
[His palms slide down Cardan’s chest and over his flanks, recalling the restlessness trapped beneath him. The body beneath his touch feels just as feverish as it often does—just as it should.]
[ It takes everything in him not to squirm while Liem takes a moment to catch his breath -- or something like it, anyway. If Liem didn't want his kisses to be a little frantic with need, if he didn't want Cardan to pull him closer, to sigh longingly against his mouth-- well, he probably did want those things, and now he has them. ]
Not... mm... as often as I'd like.
[ Over Liem's shoulder, he spies the fireplace, where flames now dance merrily over the neatly piled wood. Even though it doesn't feel like much time has passed at all, even though his hair is still damp, as is Liem's, he can scarcely recall being too cold to touch his husband. Outside, he senses the first blush of sunrise crawling over the horizon, but that's none of his concern right now. When he shivers under the steady transit of Liem's hands over his body, it has nothing to do with cold. ]
I want you, [ he murmurs, shifting to smear restless kisses against Liem's throat, his shoulder. His hands find Liem's thighs, urging him to move up onto his knees, so that Cardan can get rid of the bothersome barrier of fabric between them. He needs to be bare against his husband -- he needs it so badly it feels like a whole-body ache. ]
[Liem does want Cardan’s frantic kisses and longing sigh and eager touch. He always wants these things, even when he is meant to be thinking of other matters—and now, gifted as he is with his husband’s impassioned desire, he can feel his chest grow tight with his own jealous greed.
He still cannot fathom that this is his—that Cardan is his. The bubble of his impossible good fortune must surely burst at some point, but until it does, he cannot help but throw himself headlong down whatever path keeps him right here, in Cardan’s arms.]
Take what you want, Cardan.
[He smiles, tipping his head to accommodate the restless kisses wandering his throat. At the urging of Cardan’s hands, he shifts up onto his knees, wandering fingers already sliding further down his lover’s body to part the rumpled layers of blanket gathered around his waist. Even after his own climax, he remains eager for Cardan’s pleasure.
He has yet to discover a limit to this particular desire.]
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You are ever, [ he tells Liem, tenderly amused, ] my favourite glutton for punishment.
[ His teeth press against Liem's lip, but even this bite is soft, more caress than nip. He has truly become such a depraved creature under Liem's patient tutelage. The stroke of his fingers is equally languid, unhurried -- even as his own pulse spikes, fluttering with ardent desire. ]
You ought to be careful, husband. You make teasing you so rewarding, and you have wed such an intemperate man.
[ Because Cardan ever wants to push the boundaries of good sense, to see how far their desperation can go until it devours them entirely.
His exhalation is a little shaky. ]
Do you even know how distracting you were in that forest? All wet and terribly fuckable.
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And since there is still very little of his husband he is permitted to touch, his mouth continues to be very busy. He swallows down an impatient noise at the soft sound of Cardan’s warning, clutching at the composure he is ever so loath to relinquish.
He still does not want to give his lover what he wants too easily.]
I have an idea of it.
[Cardan has not been shy about illustrating his desire, and after all, Liem is not the only one who spent the last few hours soaking wet and half undressed. But admittedly, there is no shortage of times he has glanced at Cardan and felt assailed by his charms. This is not a new phenomenon.]
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I do not think you do.
...I thought to be considerate, husband. I wanted to give you time to work, you see, instead of taking up all your mornings with fucking and nonsense.
[ He pauses, and then -- pulls himself away, to lean against the back of the couch. This way, his serious gaze can find Liem's face and look upon him fully. This time, the caress of his hand is no longer teasing; he has tightened his grip, his rhythm slow but inexorable. ]
I see now this was a foolish thing to do.
[ How could he have possibly contained his desire? He has never been particularly restrained, but it turns out that being thus about Liem is a very special kind of madness. The black gaze on Liem's face isn't flirtatious so much as it is consuming. ]
I want your hands on me, Liem. I want to have you-- I want everything.
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He’d thought his husband fatigued, or perhaps even feeling out of sorts after their quarrel in the woods. It had not occurred to Liem that Cardan might deny himself anything for his sake. Without any obvious cause, this prospect sends anxiety worming into him.]
Fucking… and nonsense, [he says breathlessly, resisting the urge to close his eyes against the seduction of Cardan’s hand working him,] are pillars… of our marriage.
[His gaze, though a little distracted, is nonetheless earnest. He slides one hand back up the side of his husband’s throat to cup his jaw, thumb tracing the full curve of his mouth.
He does not want to imagine a marriage where he and Cardan devote themselves only to work. He relies on his husband’s intemperate greed to interrupt the routine demands of his nightly schedule. However inconvenient such interruptions might be, he hungers for that inconvenience like he needs it to live.]
I want to give that to you.
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Nearly. The laughter bubbles out of him, and this is a little unsteady too, his smile tucked against Liem's touch. ]
I shan't commit such folly again.
[ He couldn't, anyway. The idea of restraining himself any longer already feels unbearable. He cannot imagine doing it when Liem is like this, hard and wanting in the palm of his hand, touching him with such tender greed. His lips part, trapping Liem's thumb in the soft, eager heat of his mouth. The blanket between them has long slid down, baring Cardan's chest as it lies crumpled around his hips -- though that's difficult enough as it is.
Then give it to me, he thinks but doesn't say, occupied as he is with the digit in his mouth. But his black gaze on Liem's face is hungry, his touch on Liem's cock increasingly ruthless. At times, he wonders if it's his curse, that his affection is inevitably just a little too greedy, a little too sharp-edged and selfish. But Liem has yet to complain about it, and anyway, Cardan cannot help what he is.
What he is, right this moment, is electrically horny and wildly impatient. ]
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He cannot, because Cardan wanted to see him come undone—and Liem is getting closer with each insistent stroke of his hand. The lewd heat of his husband’s mouth and the intent, greedy stare capturing his gaze only shoulder him headlong down the steep slope of his pleasure, making heat pulse in his gut and his breath come hard in his lungs. His free hand clutches at the back of the couch, before he reconsiders and drags his fingers down Cardan’s chest instead.
He wants this. He wants Cardan’s hungry desperation, he wants his tenderness and his affection, he wants his impatience and his pleasure and his greed and his trust. He wants to share these stolen moments with only him, and stretch them out so they can pretend they might last forever.
But Liem is not going to last forever. He is not going to last much longer at all in his lover’s demanding grasp, and when he finally comes apart, he has to clutch at Cardan’s chest to resist the urge to smother the needy moan that sneaks its way out of him, betraying the extent of his hunger.]
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Oh--
[ He breathes out, pausing to let his heart calm a little, before he slips his grip from Liem's cock to splay over his hip instead. He's distracted about this. His eyes stay on Liem's face, his mouth, the crystalline blue of his eyes. His gaze is serious and a little desperate. ]
It is absurd, how beautiful you are.
[ He could have put it in prettier words, maybe, could have made himself sound less obviously infatuated. But Liem has set every nerve in his body alight with impatience, and now it is a little difficult to concentrate. ]
...sometimes, I fear it will be my undoing.
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He means to say something in reply, but his faculties have not quite returned. Instead, he tips his face to Cardan’s to steal another kiss, and then another, buying himself the time he sorely needs.]
That is fair, and more than fair.
[His palms slide down Cardan’s chest and over his flanks, recalling the restlessness trapped beneath him. The body beneath his touch feels just as feverish as it often does—just as it should.]
You undo me so often.
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Not... mm... as often as I'd like.
[ Over Liem's shoulder, he spies the fireplace, where flames now dance merrily over the neatly piled wood. Even though it doesn't feel like much time has passed at all, even though his hair is still damp, as is Liem's, he can scarcely recall being too cold to touch his husband. Outside, he senses the first blush of sunrise crawling over the horizon, but that's none of his concern right now. When he shivers under the steady transit of Liem's hands over his body, it has nothing to do with cold. ]
I want you, [ he murmurs, shifting to smear restless kisses against Liem's throat, his shoulder. His hands find Liem's thighs, urging him to move up onto his knees, so that Cardan can get rid of the bothersome barrier of fabric between them. He needs to be bare against his husband -- he needs it so badly it feels like a whole-body ache. ]
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He still cannot fathom that this is his—that Cardan is his. The bubble of his impossible good fortune must surely burst at some point, but until it does, he cannot help but throw himself headlong down whatever path keeps him right here, in Cardan’s arms.]
Take what you want, Cardan.
[He smiles, tipping his head to accommodate the restless kisses wandering his throat. At the urging of Cardan’s hands, he shifts up onto his knees, wandering fingers already sliding further down his lover’s body to part the rumpled layers of blanket gathered around his waist. Even after his own climax, he remains eager for Cardan’s pleasure.
He has yet to discover a limit to this particular desire.]