[ He doesn't think anything of Liem's denial, either -- it's the answer he expected, and anyway, he's too preoccupied with the electric little thrill that runs through him when his husband moves over him. His gaze on Liem is rapt, caught up in him entirely. Cardan's hands settle comfortably on his waist, even as pleasant anticipation finds him.
It's only once Liem starts saying things like I've never that he blinks. Liem... has asked this of him before -- or, at the very least, Cardan had given it to him, had he not? And yet, the intent way his husband is looking at him suggests otherwise.
Cardan quirks an eyebrow, attempting to seem less lost than he is. ]
What mean you, husband?
You've had me in your hands plenty.
[ Which -- probably? -- indicates Liem isn't talking about jerking Cardan off. This is a shame, because Cardan would very much like for Liem to jerk him off, and he still cannot quite figure out an alternative.
Despite his best efforts, a crinkle sneaks in between his eyebrows as he stares at Liem, trying to read that serious face. ]
[This is not the answer Liem had expected. He had been prepared for resistance, but Cardan’s total bemusement catches him off guard. And yet, he detects no hint of coyness. For a moment he only blinks, confronted with the puzzled crease between his husband’s brows.
Then he can’t help but smile, a little tickled by the situation despite himself.]
You have grown very used to privileges I would not afford other lovers, [he observes fondly. Possibly he thinks this is just how Cardan’s life has been in general, even prior to their marriage. It would explain some things about his demeanour.
Because he is rarely presented with the opportunity, Liem leans close to brush a kiss against the crinkle in his husband’s brow, cool fingertips coming to gently frame his jaw. Already he has to leash his own eagerness, to compose himself against the intensity of his long-suppressed desire. Never has anyone tested his patience so sorely, with so little effort.]
I know it pleases you to have control when we fuck. But I want you to relinquish it to me. This time, I want your surrender.
[ The strangeness of the moment catches up to him on a delay. When Liem leans close, when he brings up Cardan's privileges, he is almost entirely seduced by the tender, pleased warmth in his chest. It flares when Liem's cool lips press to his brow, though by then he is starting to feel the first prick of suspicion, too.
It doesn't last very long before it is replaced by shock. Cardan's eyes widen, though they do not stay that way for longer than a breath or two before he wrests his expression back under control. Mostly, anyway. The smile that twitches to life on his face is not entirely voluntary. ]
I did not think you victim to such hungers.
[ It had not even occurred to him. From the very start, Liem had let him get away with most of his mischief, had allowed Cardan to bully him and boss him around. No matter how uncommonly tender Cardan's mean impulses may have been, no matter that Liem clearly enjoyed it, he cannot help the nervous tension that runs through him at the thought of giving his husband the very same leeway.
Except.
Except.
Perhaps it's the drink -- perhaps it's just the strange hold Liem has on him, has had on him for some time now. He cannot ignore it, the way his breath stutters in his throat when Liem demands his submission, the way heat pulses through him, intemperate and wanting. It is foolish, to be drawn to this, but he cannot help it any more than he can help the thundering of his blood in his ears. When Liem touches him with those certain, cool fingers, when he so boldly names his desire, how can Cardan resist? How could anyone?
His eyes slide shut... and then open, half-lidded, languid despite the restless twitching of his tufted tail against the cushions. He knows Liem can hear his rapid heartbeat, that he cannot possibly be fooled by this. Still, he exhales. His chin tips up; the set of his jaw is obstinate. ]
My surrender is not so easily won.
[ In fact, he would argue it has never been won by anyone at all -- at least not in this particular arena. ]
...but I would grant you my compliance, if you wish to have it.
[Despite the confidence he is wearing, Liem is not certain, as he regards his husband, that Cardan will give him his desire. He has noted that Cardan tends to jealously guard his own agency, even with Liem. His husband gets prickly when this boundary is infringed on. Despite Cardan’s habit of indulging him, he wonders if this demand may exceed the limits of his generosity.
But Cardan does grant his desire, and the delight that flares in Liem makes him look entirely too pleased, uncommonly feline in his satisfaction]
I do so wish, [he agrees. He has wanted and waited for what feels like eternities, though their very first meeting was still less than a year past. For this, though, nearly a year of wishing is still a very long time.
The hand brushing Cardan’s jaw shifts to cup that stubborn face, framing it for Liem’s hungry regard. Though he had not intended to do so just now, he steals one lingering kiss, to tide him over for the immediate future. He murmurs against that soft, sultry mouth, indulgent.]
How could I not hunger for you, Cardan? You have always commanded my desire.
[ Liem's obvious pleasure engenders an odd feeling in him -- a kind of thrilled apprehension that shivers through his body, both alluring and frightening. He cannot quite pin it down. If someone had asked him if he trusted his husband, he would have no choice but to answer that he does -- of course he does. How could he not, after all that Liem is and means to him now?
Perhaps the one he cannot trust is himself.
Unsurprisingly, he gives himself over to Liem's kiss like it's his last reprieve -- full of lingering longing, his hand sliding into Liem's hair, eager to hold on to him. When it's over, when Liem pulls away to breathe soft words against his lips, Cardan's gaze remains a little unfocused, his breathing faster. ]
...Very well, [ he says, relieved at how even his voice sounds. ] It is yours while the sun still traverses the sky.
[ Which should be more than enough time, given it is summer, and still morning besides.
Technically, it's not the first time. He's offered Liem clutches and scraps of obedience before, here and there -- just never so formally. Never so deliberately. And never with the knowledge that his husband intended to use it. ]
[Liem does not, cannot miss the reaction his demand has on Cardan’s pulse, the feel of him where they are lying against each other, the sound of his breaths and the flicking of his tail. Cardan’s excitement is obvious; what he cannot quite tell, even with his husband’s agreement, is whether the excitement is due more to lust or apprehension.
He hopes for the former. And when Cardan kisses him back, so earnestly that he does not want to pull away, he cannot help the wild desires that spring to life in the wake of his warm lips.
He wants everything Cardan has been so reluctant to give him. And though Cardan has not promised his surrender, Liem still intends to claim it if he can.]
That long? [Liem skims his smile against Cardan’s jaw, nuzzling affectionately back down to his throat to brush his lips over the fresh marks already living there. His hand slides down to toy with Cardan’s chest.] You don’t do anything by halves.
[When Liem had decided he wanted Cardan’s submission, he hadn’t thought to demand the rest of the day to indulge it. He had not thought that far ahead, not fostered such ambitions. But now that he has it, and for the sun’s entire journey through the sky… he finds he has it in him to be ambitious after all.
Though whether they will be in any state to return home come nightfall remains to be seen.]
You tempted me sorely when we were in Elfhame, in your secret place. Do you remember?
[ Anticipation is a funny thing. Liem has barely done anything -- has barely even touched him yet -- and already Cardan's chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths like they're in the midst of fucking. He closes his eyes as soon as the beguiling, affectionate mouth finds his neck... and still, and still, his ever-stubborn impulse for more prompts him to offer Liem his throat. It's so unwise. He cannot stop. The touch on his chest only makes him feel more fidgety and restless, taut with expectation.
He hadn't reconsidered how long a day was until Liem points it out, and by then it's too late. ]
Mm. [ He has to think back-- on Elfhame, on that endless warm night beneath the stars and the way Liem looked with flowers in his hair. This, too, is distracting; unconsciously, the fingers in Liem's hair flex, petting him. ]
I tempt you sorely each night, [ he will quip, taking refuge in shamelessness. Still, he does remember Liem's mouth on his skin and the many marks he'd ended up sporting in the aftermath. He recalls the tease of it, recalls his own unbearable impatience and the unusual glint in Liem's bright eyes. Is this what his husband means? ]
...I recall that the one being tempted then was me.
[Liem has much to be pleased about just now. He is pleased about Cardan’s bold and perhaps hasty promise, pleased about the readily offered length of his lover’s throat and the gentle fingers in his hair. He is pleased about the long summer day stretching before them both, now laden with promise.
It puts him in a talkative mood. He has too much to look forward to to keep all of his thoughts to himself, and even though he has plenty else he wishes to occupy his mouth with, he finds he must intersperse his hungry kisses with chatter.]
That you do, [he admits between heavy, wandering kisses. Despite his husband’s wordless invitation, he does not linger at his throat, instead kissing his way over his collarbone on his way down to his chest. He has somewhere he wishes to be, and much of his husband to sample between there and here.]
But I rarely… have the chance… to repay you in kind.
[In fact, he would say he is long overdue. Another man might have gone mad with impatience by now. But despite this, the scrape of his teeth over Cardan’s chest is gentle, and the slide of his tongue is unhurried.]
[ He is glad that Liem is busy, because at least this way he may not have time to pay attention to Cardan's face. Not that he's betraying himself particularly yet -- not any more than his heavy, excited breathing and the twitchy state of his tail would, anyway. It's just that Liem had reminded him of that night, and now he cannot help but think of it, of the careful transit of Liem's mouth over his body, of the deliberate way his husband had chased his pleasure then.
The same way he is chasing it currently. Cardan swallows, involuntary, and tells himself that it is no use worrying about it now. And, at least Liem does him the favour of talking, so that he may have something to protest. ]
That is untrue, husband.
[ Surely Liem knows this. Cardan has hardly made a secret of how fervently horny he is for him at all times. Even now, despite all apprehension, he cannot help but be fascinated with the shivery, tender threat of teeth on his skin, with the way his husband looks as he makes his journey down Cardan's body. Already he feels hot with it, oversensitized in the wake of Liem's cool touch -- flushed both by the wine running through his veins and his own expectation. ]
You have tempted me... ah... at least a dozen times since breakfast.
[Amusement tugs at Liem’s lips as he continues his mission: to thoroughly refamiliarize himself with the way Cardan responds to touch when he cannot redirect Liem’s attention elsewhere. He is not unaware of his husband’s seemingly boundless appetite for him; Cardan rarely seems to miss an opportunity to point it out. But, he thinks, the nature of temptation is different when one is not permitted to indulge at one’s own whim. Much rarer is the circumstance when Cardan must deny himself when he would otherwise act upon his desire.
He has told Liem multiple times, after all: restraint is to be Liem’s.
For a while, Liem allows himself to remain entirely occupied with teasing Cardan with his fingers, with his lips and tongue and teeth. He stamps love bites against his husband’s pale chest, eagerly notes the heavy rise and fall of his ribs as he finds a nipple with his mouth. Liem, too, recalls the prelude he had indulged in just like this, on that night beneath Elfhame’s unfamiliar stars, before he demanded Cardan’s pleasure in earnest.
But he had reined in his own desire, that night, to the benefit of his impatient spouse. This time, he intends to indulge.]
Cardan. [Liem lifts his head to glance up at his husband, his gaze bright and suddenly intent. In the absence of his mouth, he brings his other hand to bear in toying with Cardan’s chest as well.] Shall we have a wager?
[A smile dances playfully across his expression.]
What will you give me if, before sundown, I win your surrender?
Foolishly, he had expected -- hoped, maybe -- that Liem would take his beguiling, achingly thorough exploration of his body lower, to where his cock already strains against his abdomen, hard and ready. But Liem's refusal to do so is not much of a surprise; Cardan recalls, a little ruefully, that he has ever been the more impatient of the two of them.
It's just that it's difficult to concentrate when his husband zeroes in on his nipples. His teeth bite down on his own lip, trying to center his thoughts within the keen deluge of sensation and the heat rising so readily within his body. It's worse that Liem clearly knows what he's doing to Cardan. He feels pierced by that sharp, bright gaze, and vaguely threatened by the smugness that radiates off of his husband.
It is becoming obvious to him that he has fucked up. He doesn't know if it's possible to die from lust alone -- but if Liem keeps him like this until sundown, he may well find out. The thought makes him shiver, compulsive in its addictive mix of trepidation and desire. And yet, and yet--
He is ever too stubborn for his own good. Even if he had the capacity to think of clever forfeits -- he will not. Instead, Cardan clutches at the blanket beneath him, steadying himself as he wrestles his expression back to something resembling insouciance. He'll even raise one haughty eyebrow, returning Liem's intent gaze with one of his own. ]
Is my submission not prize enough for you, husband?
[ That smile is so handsome on Liem; it makes something strange clench in Cardan's chest. He wants nothing so much, just then, than to kiss him. It's why his hand finds its way to Liem's face, fitting itself against his cheek, in defiance to his cool tone. ]
[There will probably never come a time when Liem can field the warmth of Cardan’s hand cupping his face without needing, eventually, to turn and kiss it. He does not bother restraining the impulse now, instead shifting with barely a thought, to press his lips against that soft, uncalloused palm. But his eyes are pulled invariably back to Cardan’s cool, haughty regard.]
There it is. I love when you look at me like that.
[One of his hands finds Cardan’s wrist, slides gently up to claim his hand, tracing idle caresses against that palm as he regards his husband tenderly.]
Like I wouldn’t dare contradict you. Like you’re above any challenge I might offer. [His smile is a little secretive now, sharing a private joke with his lover. Liem has willingly surrendered himself to Cardan’s whims again and again, almost since they were first married—but it is no secret that Cardan’s attempts to intimidate Liem have only ever made him burn with desire.
Now he does slide lower, shifting over the cushions to settle between Cardan’s thighs. His fingers find Cardan’s cock, wrap unhurriedly around it as he continues to admire his poised, irresistible spouse.]
It is so alluring. How could I not hunger for your surrender, too?
[ He half expects Liem to push back, to argue for another forfeit. When he doesn't -- when he only kisses Cardan's hot palm and compliments his reaction, Cardan cannot even pretend he feels caught out. He's too busy mitigating the sudden jump in his heartbeat at the word love breathed so casually against his skin, at the way Liem's affection makes something feral want to claw its way out of his chest. He's not usually so vulnerable to it, nor so bad at hiding it, and yet--
It is a relief when Liem moves, when he finally touches him where Cardan most wishes to be touched. Even so, his eyes slide shut as he sighs into the shivery pleasure of Liem's hand on his erection. He's still impatient -- and all too keenly aware of how difficult it's going to be to contain himself. But at least now he can focus on something besides his own traitorous feelings.
After a moment, he will prop himself up on his elbows, allowing himself to glance down at Liem again. Though it's probably foolish, he already knows that he can't not watch. ]
You are such a perverse creature, [ Cardan will tell him, entirely failing to keep the affection out of his voice. He doesn't really understand it -- why Liem would want him to be crabby and arrogant, when Liem himself is so agreeable so much of the time. Cardan has truly wed a peculiar man.
And how thoroughly glad he is for it -- even now, when Liem clearly seeks to torment him with his own desire. ]
[Part of the joy of putting his mouth and his hands all over his husband is in the way Cardan’s pulse dances so obligingly whenever Liem is touching him. It has always titillated him that no matter how unaffected his husband might wish to seem, no matter how cool his expression or how mastered his breathing, there is one thing about him that always betrays his true excitement.
Or two things, counting the unruly tail.
Liem cannot deny Cardan’s accusation, either, though it seems absurd to contemplate the idea that anyone would disagree with his assessment. Flushed and dishevelled and draped in the full finery of his pride, Cardan is radiant. Surely anyone in this enviable circumstance would wish to possess him.]
You have long known this about me, husband, [he agrees, splaying a hand over one of Cardan’s slim hips. Then, without any more of the teasing his husband has grown so used to from him, Liem dips down and swallows him up, as far as he can take him.
Cardan is not the only one to hunger for the chance to undo his spouse this way. As Liem works him—patient, but unrelenting—his gaze lifts to meet Cardan’s through the screen of his lashes. It is a view he has enjoyed too rarely in the past, so he will begin by addressing this lack.]
It doesn't even afford him the benefit of a warning -- nothing could really prepare him for the slide of Liem's mouth down the eager length of his cock. His hand flies up to his face, but it is too late to muffle the shocked, wanton sound that escapes him far too readily, sending heat into his face. And still, he cannot look away. His gaze is serious, intent, black-on-black with pupils blown wide as he watches Liem fellate him. His breathing breaks around the cage of his fingers, not that he's effectively stifling anything -- he's just forgotten to move his hand. It's just no longer important.
He doesn't think Liem will let him come -- and anyway, he cannot be thinking of that now. It's just that it's impossible to take the efforts of that deliberate, patient, dangerous mouth, and not feel the heat of desire claw its way up his body, intoxicating and inevitable. It's impossible to meet Liem's coy, knowing gaze, and not feel at least a little pierced by it.
Still, he is not without some power of his own. When he finally pulls his fingers away from his face, it's to brush them, feather-light, through Liem's still-damp hair. ]
You are so good at this, [ he murmurs, and tries to sound more smug than affectionate -- though it doesn't really matter. In the end, he only wants something to talk about -- to focus on -- besides the pleasure building within his body, besides the anticipation of what will happen once it has reached its peak. ]
[Inevitably, Liem must struggle to maintain his focus, his patience and composure as he teases Cardan’s pleasure steadily higher. He cannot ignore the heat that stabs through him at the sound of Cardan’s moan, or the sight of those black eyes staring feverishly down at him as he works. And he certainly cannot ignore the eager desire that always springs up in him when he feels Cardan stroke his hair.
But fortunately for him, right now he is not aching for his lover’s approval.
At the sound of his husband’s murmur, Liem will pull unhurriedly away from his erection with a deliberate slide of his tongue. He regards Cardan with fondness and a hint of amusement as he continues to stroke him with tight, slick fingers.]
Are you sweet-talking me?
[With his other hand, he coaxes Cardan’s knee up, urging him to expose more of himself to Liem’s predations. Affectionately, he slides the hand lazily along the underside of Cardan’s thigh.]
What if I have no intention of being good just now? [Liem brushes his cheek against the heated, tender skin of his husband’s inner thigh, then turns to graze his teeth there, watching Cardan as he does.] Perhaps you believe me more tame than I am.
Mm. [ He feels bereft immediately; that last, lingering swipe of Liem's tongue is a cruel tease. Still: the determined touch on his cock leaves little room to focus on the loss, and less still to concentrate at all. Cardan's gaze grows briefly unfocused as he breathes through it, his eyes fluttering shut. His thigh moves easily under Liem's direction, as if he's too distracted to resist -- not that he could. Not that he's not busy shivering into Liem's touch, anyway.
It feels vulnerable. Admittedly, he is also ticklish, though this time he knows better than to point this out. Instead, he'll take a steadying breath and look at the man nestled smugly between his thighs, threatening him with those sharp fangs. It occurs to him that he feels them more often than he sees them, aside from all the times he's rudely shoved his fingers inside Liem's mouth. This shivers through him too -- watching Liem's put his mouth to him again -- the little thrill of it a pulsing hotly through his cock.
As is typical with threats, it only eggs him on. The smile he directs at Liem is lush with princely arrogance, deliberately provocative. ]
Oh, husband, [ he purrs, and this time doesn't bother being circumspect about the warmth in his voice at all, ] I know exactly what you are.
[ Tame or feral, soft or sharp -- those things don't matter. What matters is that Liem is hungry, that he always has been so, since the first time they've slept together. It is the one thing that unites them, after all: Cardan, too, has been ravenous his whole life -- for attention, for submission, for warmth, for someone who would be his against all reason.
Even now, he wants everything -- everything Liem has to offer, every touch and every desire, no matter how nervous it might make him or how counter to his nature it runs. If there is a way to love without growing greedy for his lover, he does not know it. ]
[Once again, the smirk Cardan aims Liem’s way only makes familiar hunger throb through him, pooling in his belly as he considers his husband from across the delectable line of his body. He has no retort for this; as ever, his lover distracts him from any quip he might have formed with the sheer immediacy of Liem’s want. He hums something that might be assent, and indulges his hunger by sucking a mark into the skin he’d just grazed with his teeth.
Cardan is right, of course. He wants this so much more than he cares for anything else just now. The stroke of his hand remains demanding, refusing surcease even though he has moved his mouth elsewhere. The lingering, deliberate kisses he smears over Cardan’s thigh are unabashedly hungry, and although he does not bite just yet, he is not shy about using his teeth.
He wants to see Cardan’s pleasure written all over him; he wants to feel it beneath his touch and hear it in his husband’s every breath. It hardly matters that Liem has him wrapped in his arms every single day, and at his side for much of every night. It is not enough. It could never be enough. If he cannot make himself believe that his husband truly belongs to him, then he insists on at least claiming his desire, so he knows without a doubt that this at least was his.
Cardan’s desire—and his desperation. He wants his lover just as feral with need as Liem already feels, despite the deliberate neglect he has shown himself. Liem’s eyes are keenly fixed on his husband as he brushes his mouth again over sensitive skin, gently, lips warmed by their intimacy with Cardan’s feverish body. And with a soft, possessive growl, avoiding as best he can the pulse throbbing through much of that kiss-flushed inner thigh, he bites.]
[ It's torture. He's no longer ticklish -- instead, he's too busy trying not to squirm under the tender assault of Liem's lips and teeth. His breathing suddenly feels impossible to wrangle; it bursts out of him in helpless gasps and pants, increasingly ungoverned by his attempts at self-control. It's torture, to try and weather the relentless touch on his dick and the tender threat of Liem's mouth over his skin. It's torture to try and swallow the terrible, pleasure-soaked noises that threaten to rise from his throat. The effort of it coils itself into the tense lines of his body, interrupted only occasionally by a fitful shiver.
But none of it compares to the feeling of Liem's teeth piercing his skin. For the second time this hour, Cardan's eyes go wide with shock. ]
Oh--
[ He had, somehow, never thought to expect that Liem might bite him there. Nor could he have guessed that it would feel like this. The bright sting of pain feels more keen here, underscored by the way blood thrums just under his skin, drawn there by Liem's patient ministrations. And oh, he can see it -- the crimson well of blood against Liem's mouth, the look in Liem's eyes as he drinks him down. ]
Oh, fuck. Liem...
[ His own helpless moan is too loud in his ears. He catches himself a moment too late, biting his lip in desperation. And still, he cannot look away. He won't and he can't. He's so, so close, so breathless with it, teetering closer to the precipice with every fitful breath and determined stroke of Liem's slick fingers-- ]
[Despite himself, he has to close his eyes just for a moment when Cardan’s blood wells from the bite and hits his tongue. His lids flutter closed without his consent, and his hand stutters in its rhythm as he drives his lover up the steep slope of his pleasure, to the backdrop of those heavy, eager breaths.
Liem’s pleasure is too keen, his want too great. He has been patient for so long, denying his own ravenous desire, that now the immediate, inescapable reality of Cardan’s helpless pleasure is too much to bear. He drags his tongue over the fresh mark, his gaze heavy and distracted with sensation as he looks back at his husband.
But he has not forgotten his purpose, and the bite he has made bleeds only a little. When the sound of that wanton moan throbs through him, Liem’s head remains clear enough. He stills the hand on Cardan’s cock, his grip suddenly forbidding, though he does not hurry to pull away from the bite on Cardan’s thigh. He is still smearing bloody kisses against the skin there, trying to control the wild lust thundering through him, when he murmurs his denial.]
Not yet, love. [Not yet. No, not nearly yet.] I need you hungry.
He knows already -- he knows Liem would not allow him to come. Still, some foolish part of him was hopeful that if he didn't warn his husband, he might have gotten away with it. As if they hadn't been trying to crawl inside each other's skin from that very first night they'd brushed shoulders with death. As if Liem doesn't know what desire looks like on him.
He gets so maddeningly close, every muscle in his body tensing, arching into Liem's touch, as he suffers through the exquisite torture of the pleasure flooding his veins. For a moment, he is suspended in it, trapped like an ant in amber -- and then it ebbs again, and he is left bereft, his heart beating like a hammer inside his chest.
How perverse, that all Cardan wants, after all that, is to take Liem's face in his hands and kiss his bloodied, beautiful mouth. But he doesn't -- he can't now. Instead, he closes his eyes, sinking back against the pillows to catch his breath. ]
...I have, [ he will say, in the precise, clipped intonation of a man taking care with his words, ] never been anything less than ravenous. You want me desperate.
[ His eyes narrow as he props himself up again to look down at Liem -- somehow that makes it a little easier, leaves him just enough room to ignore the hand on his cock or that terrible, intoxicating mouth, or the way Liem breathing love makes his knees feel a little weak.
Admittedly, the way Liem looks isn't helping. ]
I have been desperate for you since I cornered you in that bathtub. Don't underestimate my capacity for self-denial.
[ As is usual, he is getting himself into more trouble. ]
[Despite the difficulty Liem poses him, Cardan continues to do what seems like his very best to deny Liem what he desires. Only for mere moments can Liem enjoy the sight and sound of his lover coming undone, senseless and eager in the grip of his aching need. As soon as the urgency has subsided, Cardan falls right back into the refuge of his stubborn, dauntless pride.
Liem wonders how long it will take until he doesn’t. Not how long it will be until Liem breaks down Cardan’s defenses, but rather, how long it will take to lure his lover outside them.
Gazing warmly at his thwarted spouse, he presses another lazy kiss against the blood-smeared skin of his thigh.]
I am sure you are right, [he murmurs. Releasing his hold on Cardan’s erection, he shifts up so he can crawl back up his husband’s long, supine form. They will both need to move in a moment, but the want to taste Cardan’s lips is buzzing too insistently beneath his skin for him to resist. For at least this brief moment, he straddles his husband again so he can cup his chin and trace a thumb fondly over that soft, lush mouth.
He smiles.]
But your frustration is so alluring. And I have much time to pursue it.
[In a little while. After he kisses him again, warm and eager and hungry, so he might assuage a little frustration of his own.]
[ For a dizzying moment, Cardan wonders if Liem can read his mind -- or if his desires are that obvious, anyway. He must suck in a breath when Liem moves up his body. He's too sensitized, too eager to feel Liem's lithe weight on top of him, and so entirely helpless against his husband's smile.
The noise he makes when Liem kisses him is both relieved and terribly eager. All of a sudden, he doesn't care about his frustration, doesn't care about the challenge of the night ahead. All his apprehension simply melts away. Why would he be concerned about anything Liem might do to his dignity when the prize he gets for it is his husband, kissing him with such hungry affection? It simply ceases to matter; he only needs to cradle Liem close, arching against him as he loses himself in those warm, tender kisses.
...well, almost loses himself. He is distractingly horny. Though he is used to delaying his own pleasure until Liem is well and truly overwhelmed -- it is different, when Liem is the one in control. Not knowing what might happen makes every sensation more keen, makes his desire burn unbearably hot. It's difficult, not to squirm under the onslaught of it, especially when Liem is right there, when Cardan's thigh still throbs with the memory of his mouth.
His mouth. The fangs sinking into his skin, the heat of his blood rushing to the wound. Just thinking of it sends a pulse of lust through him, heavy, inescapable. He does squirm, then, unable to help himself, and the moan he breathes into the kiss is so obscene he feels his face flush.
It seems incredible that Liem ever bothered biting him anywhere else, and a mercy all the same. ]
[Liem sinks into those kisses with the same sighing pleasure of easing into heated, luxurious water. Even with his stubborn restraint, denying himself more than a mere taste of Cardan’s blood, his senses are alive with the warm, welcome shape of the body beneath his, with the taste of Cardan’s lips and the obscene pleasure of the eager sounds breathed against his mouth. These things throb through him, beating beneath his skin like a phantom heartbeat as he indulges a hunger he knows can never be sated.
It is well that denial only drives his pleasure higher, though even that could undo his plans if he is unwary. The restraint which he habitually surrenders so eagerly to his husband is now vital; he’s obliged to clutch it tightly against the hunger that howls through him when Cardan moans and squirms against him, making Liem want to devour him altogether. He cannot stop the soft groan that slides out of him in response, or the shiver that travels all the way up his spine.
Then he chuckles against Cardan’s jaw, running a hand over his flank in a gesture that is both greedy and fond.]
You still tempt me so sorely, husband.
[His kisses wander from Cardan’s jaw over his cheek and back to his mouth, helplessly affectionate. He could not be otherwise, no matter what kind of scheme he might have envisioned when he demanded Cardan’s submission. Having his lover at his mercy has only made him feral with terrible, unruly tenderness.]
No matter how I possess you, you make me starved for more.
Not starved enough, [ he breathes, shivering into the caress of Liem's hand. It turns out that once he moves against his husband, once the dizzying pleasure of it sinks into his bones, he needs to -- must -- keep going. And why shouldn't he? Liem hasn't forbidden it. So he does it again, rocks his hips against Liem in a shiver of delicious, breathless friction. It can't last -- he knows it can't, knows that he's probably making things more difficult for himself -- but this has, thankfully, never deterred him before. ]
Not if you can still... ah. [ It makes him gasp, each time; he is so desperately hard already, so eager for the feeling of Liem against him. The thought of losing this is a little unbearable. ] If you can still deny me.
[ And Liem will deny him, surely. But if he must, then it won't be before Cardan folds his hands over Liem's face to kiss him like he's pouring all of his tender longing into him, this one last time. So that his husband must take it with him when he goes to do whatever devilish thing he intends to inflict on Cardan. So he must hold on to it beneath his mien of handsome, dignified restraint. So he can be Cardan's, even so. ]
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It's only once Liem starts saying things like I've never that he blinks. Liem... has asked this of him before -- or, at the very least, Cardan had given it to him, had he not? And yet, the intent way his husband is looking at him suggests otherwise.
Cardan quirks an eyebrow, attempting to seem less lost than he is. ]
What mean you, husband?
You've had me in your hands plenty.
[ Which -- probably? -- indicates Liem isn't talking about jerking Cardan off. This is a shame, because Cardan would very much like for Liem to jerk him off, and he still cannot quite figure out an alternative.
Despite his best efforts, a crinkle sneaks in between his eyebrows as he stares at Liem, trying to read that serious face. ]
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Then he can’t help but smile, a little tickled by the situation despite himself.]
You have grown very used to privileges I would not afford other lovers, [he observes fondly. Possibly he thinks this is just how Cardan’s life has been in general, even prior to their marriage. It would explain some things about his demeanour.
Because he is rarely presented with the opportunity, Liem leans close to brush a kiss against the crinkle in his husband’s brow, cool fingertips coming to gently frame his jaw. Already he has to leash his own eagerness, to compose himself against the intensity of his long-suppressed desire. Never has anyone tested his patience so sorely, with so little effort.]
I know it pleases you to have control when we fuck. But I want you to relinquish it to me. This time, I want your surrender.
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It doesn't last very long before it is replaced by shock. Cardan's eyes widen, though they do not stay that way for longer than a breath or two before he wrests his expression back under control. Mostly, anyway. The smile that twitches to life on his face is not entirely voluntary. ]
I did not think you victim to such hungers.
[ It had not even occurred to him. From the very start, Liem had let him get away with most of his mischief, had allowed Cardan to bully him and boss him around. No matter how uncommonly tender Cardan's mean impulses may have been, no matter that Liem clearly enjoyed it, he cannot help the nervous tension that runs through him at the thought of giving his husband the very same leeway.
Except.
Except.
Perhaps it's the drink -- perhaps it's just the strange hold Liem has on him, has had on him for some time now. He cannot ignore it, the way his breath stutters in his throat when Liem demands his submission, the way heat pulses through him, intemperate and wanting. It is foolish, to be drawn to this, but he cannot help it any more than he can help the thundering of his blood in his ears. When Liem touches him with those certain, cool fingers, when he so boldly names his desire, how can Cardan resist? How could anyone?
His eyes slide shut... and then open, half-lidded, languid despite the restless twitching of his tufted tail against the cushions. He knows Liem can hear his rapid heartbeat, that he cannot possibly be fooled by this. Still, he exhales. His chin tips up; the set of his jaw is obstinate. ]
My surrender is not so easily won.
[ In fact, he would argue it has never been won by anyone at all -- at least not in this particular arena. ]
...but I would grant you my compliance, if you wish to have it.
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But Cardan does grant his desire, and the delight that flares in Liem makes him look entirely too pleased, uncommonly feline in his satisfaction]
I do so wish, [he agrees. He has wanted and waited for what feels like eternities, though their very first meeting was still less than a year past. For this, though, nearly a year of wishing is still a very long time.
The hand brushing Cardan’s jaw shifts to cup that stubborn face, framing it for Liem’s hungry regard. Though he had not intended to do so just now, he steals one lingering kiss, to tide him over for the immediate future. He murmurs against that soft, sultry mouth, indulgent.]
How could I not hunger for you, Cardan? You have always commanded my desire.
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Perhaps the one he cannot trust is himself.
Unsurprisingly, he gives himself over to Liem's kiss like it's his last reprieve -- full of lingering longing, his hand sliding into Liem's hair, eager to hold on to him. When it's over, when Liem pulls away to breathe soft words against his lips, Cardan's gaze remains a little unfocused, his breathing faster. ]
...Very well, [ he says, relieved at how even his voice sounds. ] It is yours while the sun still traverses the sky.
[ Which should be more than enough time, given it is summer, and still morning besides.
Technically, it's not the first time. He's offered Liem clutches and scraps of obedience before, here and there -- just never so formally. Never so deliberately. And never with the knowledge that his husband intended to use it. ]
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He hopes for the former. And when Cardan kisses him back, so earnestly that he does not want to pull away, he cannot help the wild desires that spring to life in the wake of his warm lips.
He wants everything Cardan has been so reluctant to give him. And though Cardan has not promised his surrender, Liem still intends to claim it if he can.]
That long? [Liem skims his smile against Cardan’s jaw, nuzzling affectionately back down to his throat to brush his lips over the fresh marks already living there. His hand slides down to toy with Cardan’s chest.] You don’t do anything by halves.
[When Liem had decided he wanted Cardan’s submission, he hadn’t thought to demand the rest of the day to indulge it. He had not thought that far ahead, not fostered such ambitions. But now that he has it, and for the sun’s entire journey through the sky… he finds he has it in him to be ambitious after all.
Though whether they will be in any state to return home come nightfall remains to be seen.]
You tempted me sorely when we were in Elfhame, in your secret place. Do you remember?
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He hadn't reconsidered how long a day was until Liem points it out, and by then it's too late. ]
Mm. [ He has to think back-- on Elfhame, on that endless warm night beneath the stars and the way Liem looked with flowers in his hair. This, too, is distracting; unconsciously, the fingers in Liem's hair flex, petting him. ]
I tempt you sorely each night, [ he will quip, taking refuge in shamelessness. Still, he does remember Liem's mouth on his skin and the many marks he'd ended up sporting in the aftermath. He recalls the tease of it, recalls his own unbearable impatience and the unusual glint in Liem's bright eyes. Is this what his husband means? ]
...I recall that the one being tempted then was me.
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It puts him in a talkative mood. He has too much to look forward to to keep all of his thoughts to himself, and even though he has plenty else he wishes to occupy his mouth with, he finds he must intersperse his hungry kisses with chatter.]
That you do, [he admits between heavy, wandering kisses. Despite his husband’s wordless invitation, he does not linger at his throat, instead kissing his way over his collarbone on his way down to his chest. He has somewhere he wishes to be, and much of his husband to sample between there and here.]
But I rarely… have the chance… to repay you in kind.
[In fact, he would say he is long overdue. Another man might have gone mad with impatience by now. But despite this, the scrape of his teeth over Cardan’s chest is gentle, and the slide of his tongue is unhurried.]
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The same way he is chasing it currently. Cardan swallows, involuntary, and tells himself that it is no use worrying about it now. And, at least Liem does him the favour of talking, so that he may have something to protest. ]
That is untrue, husband.
[ Surely Liem knows this. Cardan has hardly made a secret of how fervently horny he is for him at all times. Even now, despite all apprehension, he cannot help but be fascinated with the shivery, tender threat of teeth on his skin, with the way his husband looks as he makes his journey down Cardan's body. Already he feels hot with it, oversensitized in the wake of Liem's cool touch -- flushed both by the wine running through his veins and his own expectation. ]
You have tempted me... ah... at least a dozen times since breakfast.
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He has told Liem multiple times, after all: restraint is to be Liem’s.
For a while, Liem allows himself to remain entirely occupied with teasing Cardan with his fingers, with his lips and tongue and teeth. He stamps love bites against his husband’s pale chest, eagerly notes the heavy rise and fall of his ribs as he finds a nipple with his mouth. Liem, too, recalls the prelude he had indulged in just like this, on that night beneath Elfhame’s unfamiliar stars, before he demanded Cardan’s pleasure in earnest.
But he had reined in his own desire, that night, to the benefit of his impatient spouse. This time, he intends to indulge.]
Cardan. [Liem lifts his head to glance up at his husband, his gaze bright and suddenly intent. In the absence of his mouth, he brings his other hand to bear in toying with Cardan’s chest as well.] Shall we have a wager?
[A smile dances playfully across his expression.]
What will you give me if, before sundown, I win your surrender?
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Foolishly, he had expected -- hoped, maybe -- that Liem would take his beguiling, achingly thorough exploration of his body lower, to where his cock already strains against his abdomen, hard and ready. But Liem's refusal to do so is not much of a surprise; Cardan recalls, a little ruefully, that he has ever been the more impatient of the two of them.
It's just that it's difficult to concentrate when his husband zeroes in on his nipples. His teeth bite down on his own lip, trying to center his thoughts within the keen deluge of sensation and the heat rising so readily within his body. It's worse that Liem clearly knows what he's doing to Cardan. He feels pierced by that sharp, bright gaze, and vaguely threatened by the smugness that radiates off of his husband.
It is becoming obvious to him that he has fucked up. He doesn't know if it's possible to die from lust alone -- but if Liem keeps him like this until sundown, he may well find out. The thought makes him shiver, compulsive in its addictive mix of trepidation and desire. And yet, and yet--
He is ever too stubborn for his own good. Even if he had the capacity to think of clever forfeits -- he will not. Instead, Cardan clutches at the blanket beneath him, steadying himself as he wrestles his expression back to something resembling insouciance. He'll even raise one haughty eyebrow, returning Liem's intent gaze with one of his own. ]
Is my submission not prize enough for you, husband?
[ That smile is so handsome on Liem; it makes something strange clench in Cardan's chest. He wants nothing so much, just then, than to kiss him. It's why his hand finds its way to Liem's face, fitting itself against his cheek, in defiance to his cool tone. ]
It is quite singular in its rarity, I assure you.
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There it is. I love when you look at me like that.
[One of his hands finds Cardan’s wrist, slides gently up to claim his hand, tracing idle caresses against that palm as he regards his husband tenderly.]
Like I wouldn’t dare contradict you. Like you’re above any challenge I might offer. [His smile is a little secretive now, sharing a private joke with his lover. Liem has willingly surrendered himself to Cardan’s whims again and again, almost since they were first married—but it is no secret that Cardan’s attempts to intimidate Liem have only ever made him burn with desire.
Now he does slide lower, shifting over the cushions to settle between Cardan’s thighs. His fingers find Cardan’s cock, wrap unhurriedly around it as he continues to admire his poised, irresistible spouse.]
It is so alluring. How could I not hunger for your surrender, too?
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It is a relief when Liem moves, when he finally touches him where Cardan most wishes to be touched. Even so, his eyes slide shut as he sighs into the shivery pleasure of Liem's hand on his erection. He's still impatient -- and all too keenly aware of how difficult it's going to be to contain himself. But at least now he can focus on something besides his own traitorous feelings.
After a moment, he will prop himself up on his elbows, allowing himself to glance down at Liem again. Though it's probably foolish, he already knows that he can't not watch. ]
You are such a perverse creature, [ Cardan will tell him, entirely failing to keep the affection out of his voice. He doesn't really understand it -- why Liem would want him to be crabby and arrogant, when Liem himself is so agreeable so much of the time. Cardan has truly wed a peculiar man.
And how thoroughly glad he is for it -- even now, when Liem clearly seeks to torment him with his own desire. ]
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Or two things, counting the unruly tail.
Liem cannot deny Cardan’s accusation, either, though it seems absurd to contemplate the idea that anyone would disagree with his assessment. Flushed and dishevelled and draped in the full finery of his pride, Cardan is radiant. Surely anyone in this enviable circumstance would wish to possess him.]
You have long known this about me, husband, [he agrees, splaying a hand over one of Cardan’s slim hips. Then, without any more of the teasing his husband has grown so used to from him, Liem dips down and swallows him up, as far as he can take him.
Cardan is not the only one to hunger for the chance to undo his spouse this way. As Liem works him—patient, but unrelenting—his gaze lifts to meet Cardan’s through the screen of his lashes. It is a view he has enjoyed too rarely in the past, so he will begin by addressing this lack.]
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It doesn't even afford him the benefit of a warning -- nothing could really prepare him for the slide of Liem's mouth down the eager length of his cock. His hand flies up to his face, but it is too late to muffle the shocked, wanton sound that escapes him far too readily, sending heat into his face. And still, he cannot look away. His gaze is serious, intent, black-on-black with pupils blown wide as he watches Liem fellate him. His breathing breaks around the cage of his fingers, not that he's effectively stifling anything -- he's just forgotten to move his hand. It's just no longer important.
He doesn't think Liem will let him come -- and anyway, he cannot be thinking of that now. It's just that it's impossible to take the efforts of that deliberate, patient, dangerous mouth, and not feel the heat of desire claw its way up his body, intoxicating and inevitable. It's impossible to meet Liem's coy, knowing gaze, and not feel at least a little pierced by it.
Still, he is not without some power of his own. When he finally pulls his fingers away from his face, it's to brush them, feather-light, through Liem's still-damp hair. ]
You are so good at this, [ he murmurs, and tries to sound more smug than affectionate -- though it doesn't really matter. In the end, he only wants something to talk about -- to focus on -- besides the pleasure building within his body, besides the anticipation of what will happen once it has reached its peak. ]
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But fortunately for him, right now he is not aching for his lover’s approval.
At the sound of his husband’s murmur, Liem will pull unhurriedly away from his erection with a deliberate slide of his tongue. He regards Cardan with fondness and a hint of amusement as he continues to stroke him with tight, slick fingers.]
Are you sweet-talking me?
[With his other hand, he coaxes Cardan’s knee up, urging him to expose more of himself to Liem’s predations. Affectionately, he slides the hand lazily along the underside of Cardan’s thigh.]
What if I have no intention of being good just now? [Liem brushes his cheek against the heated, tender skin of his husband’s inner thigh, then turns to graze his teeth there, watching Cardan as he does.] Perhaps you believe me more tame than I am.
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It feels vulnerable. Admittedly, he is also ticklish, though this time he knows better than to point this out. Instead, he'll take a steadying breath and look at the man nestled smugly between his thighs, threatening him with those sharp fangs. It occurs to him that he feels them more often than he sees them, aside from all the times he's rudely shoved his fingers inside Liem's mouth. This shivers through him too -- watching Liem's put his mouth to him again -- the little thrill of it a pulsing hotly through his cock.
As is typical with threats, it only eggs him on. The smile he directs at Liem is lush with princely arrogance, deliberately provocative. ]
Oh, husband, [ he purrs, and this time doesn't bother being circumspect about the warmth in his voice at all, ] I know exactly what you are.
[ Tame or feral, soft or sharp -- those things don't matter. What matters is that Liem is hungry, that he always has been so, since the first time they've slept together. It is the one thing that unites them, after all: Cardan, too, has been ravenous his whole life -- for attention, for submission, for warmth, for someone who would be his against all reason.
Even now, he wants everything -- everything Liem has to offer, every touch and every desire, no matter how nervous it might make him or how counter to his nature it runs. If there is a way to love without growing greedy for his lover, he does not know it. ]
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Cardan is right, of course. He wants this so much more than he cares for anything else just now. The stroke of his hand remains demanding, refusing surcease even though he has moved his mouth elsewhere. The lingering, deliberate kisses he smears over Cardan’s thigh are unabashedly hungry, and although he does not bite just yet, he is not shy about using his teeth.
He wants to see Cardan’s pleasure written all over him; he wants to feel it beneath his touch and hear it in his husband’s every breath. It hardly matters that Liem has him wrapped in his arms every single day, and at his side for much of every night. It is not enough. It could never be enough. If he cannot make himself believe that his husband truly belongs to him, then he insists on at least claiming his desire, so he knows without a doubt that this at least was his.
Cardan’s desire—and his desperation. He wants his lover just as feral with need as Liem already feels, despite the deliberate neglect he has shown himself. Liem’s eyes are keenly fixed on his husband as he brushes his mouth again over sensitive skin, gently, lips warmed by their intimacy with Cardan’s feverish body. And with a soft, possessive growl, avoiding as best he can the pulse throbbing through much of that kiss-flushed inner thigh, he bites.]
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But none of it compares to the feeling of Liem's teeth piercing his skin. For the second time this hour, Cardan's eyes go wide with shock. ]
Oh--
[ He had, somehow, never thought to expect that Liem might bite him there. Nor could he have guessed that it would feel like this. The bright sting of pain feels more keen here, underscored by the way blood thrums just under his skin, drawn there by Liem's patient ministrations. And oh, he can see it -- the crimson well of blood against Liem's mouth, the look in Liem's eyes as he drinks him down. ]
Oh, fuck. Liem...
[ His own helpless moan is too loud in his ears. He catches himself a moment too late, biting his lip in desperation. And still, he cannot look away. He won't and he can't. He's so, so close, so breathless with it, teetering closer to the precipice with every fitful breath and determined stroke of Liem's slick fingers-- ]
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Liem’s pleasure is too keen, his want too great. He has been patient for so long, denying his own ravenous desire, that now the immediate, inescapable reality of Cardan’s helpless pleasure is too much to bear. He drags his tongue over the fresh mark, his gaze heavy and distracted with sensation as he looks back at his husband.
But he has not forgotten his purpose, and the bite he has made bleeds only a little. When the sound of that wanton moan throbs through him, Liem’s head remains clear enough. He stills the hand on Cardan’s cock, his grip suddenly forbidding, though he does not hurry to pull away from the bite on Cardan’s thigh. He is still smearing bloody kisses against the skin there, trying to control the wild lust thundering through him, when he murmurs his denial.]
Not yet, love. [Not yet. No, not nearly yet.] I need you hungry.
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He knows already -- he knows Liem would not allow him to come. Still, some foolish part of him was hopeful that if he didn't warn his husband, he might have gotten away with it. As if they hadn't been trying to crawl inside each other's skin from that very first night they'd brushed shoulders with death. As if Liem doesn't know what desire looks like on him.
He gets so maddeningly close, every muscle in his body tensing, arching into Liem's touch, as he suffers through the exquisite torture of the pleasure flooding his veins. For a moment, he is suspended in it, trapped like an ant in amber -- and then it ebbs again, and he is left bereft, his heart beating like a hammer inside his chest.
How perverse, that all Cardan wants, after all that, is to take Liem's face in his hands and kiss his bloodied, beautiful mouth. But he doesn't -- he can't now. Instead, he closes his eyes, sinking back against the pillows to catch his breath. ]
...I have, [ he will say, in the precise, clipped intonation of a man taking care with his words, ] never been anything less than ravenous. You want me desperate.
[ His eyes narrow as he props himself up again to look down at Liem -- somehow that makes it a little easier, leaves him just enough room to ignore the hand on his cock or that terrible, intoxicating mouth, or the way Liem breathing love makes his knees feel a little weak.
Admittedly, the way Liem looks isn't helping. ]
I have been desperate for you since I cornered you in that bathtub. Don't underestimate my capacity for self-denial.
[ As is usual, he is getting himself into more trouble. ]
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Liem wonders how long it will take until he doesn’t. Not how long it will be until Liem breaks down Cardan’s defenses, but rather, how long it will take to lure his lover outside them.
Gazing warmly at his thwarted spouse, he presses another lazy kiss against the blood-smeared skin of his thigh.]
I am sure you are right, [he murmurs. Releasing his hold on Cardan’s erection, he shifts up so he can crawl back up his husband’s long, supine form. They will both need to move in a moment, but the want to taste Cardan’s lips is buzzing too insistently beneath his skin for him to resist. For at least this brief moment, he straddles his husband again so he can cup his chin and trace a thumb fondly over that soft, lush mouth.
He smiles.]
But your frustration is so alluring. And I have much time to pursue it.
[In a little while. After he kisses him again, warm and eager and hungry, so he might assuage a little frustration of his own.]
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The noise he makes when Liem kisses him is both relieved and terribly eager. All of a sudden, he doesn't care about his frustration, doesn't care about the challenge of the night ahead. All his apprehension simply melts away. Why would he be concerned about anything Liem might do to his dignity when the prize he gets for it is his husband, kissing him with such hungry affection? It simply ceases to matter; he only needs to cradle Liem close, arching against him as he loses himself in those warm, tender kisses.
...well, almost loses himself. He is distractingly horny. Though he is used to delaying his own pleasure until Liem is well and truly overwhelmed -- it is different, when Liem is the one in control. Not knowing what might happen makes every sensation more keen, makes his desire burn unbearably hot. It's difficult, not to squirm under the onslaught of it, especially when Liem is right there, when Cardan's thigh still throbs with the memory of his mouth.
His mouth. The fangs sinking into his skin, the heat of his blood rushing to the wound. Just thinking of it sends a pulse of lust through him, heavy, inescapable. He does squirm, then, unable to help himself, and the moan he breathes into the kiss is so obscene he feels his face flush.
It seems incredible that Liem ever bothered biting him anywhere else, and a mercy all the same. ]
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It is well that denial only drives his pleasure higher, though even that could undo his plans if he is unwary. The restraint which he habitually surrenders so eagerly to his husband is now vital; he’s obliged to clutch it tightly against the hunger that howls through him when Cardan moans and squirms against him, making Liem want to devour him altogether. He cannot stop the soft groan that slides out of him in response, or the shiver that travels all the way up his spine.
Then he chuckles against Cardan’s jaw, running a hand over his flank in a gesture that is both greedy and fond.]
You still tempt me so sorely, husband.
[His kisses wander from Cardan’s jaw over his cheek and back to his mouth, helplessly affectionate. He could not be otherwise, no matter what kind of scheme he might have envisioned when he demanded Cardan’s submission. Having his lover at his mercy has only made him feral with terrible, unruly tenderness.]
No matter how I possess you, you make me starved for more.
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Not if you can still... ah. [ It makes him gasp, each time; he is so desperately hard already, so eager for the feeling of Liem against him. The thought of losing this is a little unbearable. ] If you can still deny me.
[ And Liem will deny him, surely. But if he must, then it won't be before Cardan folds his hands over Liem's face to kiss him like he's pouring all of his tender longing into him, this one last time. So that his husband must take it with him when he goes to do whatever devilish thing he intends to inflict on Cardan. So he must hold on to it beneath his mien of handsome, dignified restraint. So he can be Cardan's, even so. ]
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