[There is only so much of this that Liem can endure, and still cling to his composure—only so much of the drugging grind of Cardan’s hips against him and the heady liquor of his longing kisses. Liem cannot refuse the indulgence, and for another long moment more, he moves hungrily against Cardan, demanding more of his pleasure as waves of sensation tremble through him. He meets his kisses with the starved desire Cardan doesn’t seem to believe he really feels. For that moment, control is less important than sinking into his lover like he might crawl inside him and make a home there.
He is breathing hard when he finally pulls away, catching Cardan’s hands in his own as he sits up, aching with the sudden absence of contact.]
No more of that, my little terror.
[Liem smiles, presses one of Cardan’s hands against his flushed face, kissing the palm. Would that he could kiss all of his husband now, without lust first driving them both mad.
Instead, he shifts his weight off his husband, releasing Cardan so he can kneel beside him instead. With one hand, he reaches for a nearby vial of oil.]
[ Truthfully, he expects Liem to put an end to it sooner. When he doesn't, treacherous hope kindles in Caran -- that his lover has been seduced by the pleasure of their closeness, by the nakedness of Cardan's intentions and the lust that clearly throbs through them both. That he might, just this once, be more generous than Cardan had ever been with him -- that he might abandon his schemes and simply let Cardan do as he wishes.
But he knows his husband too well, after all. When Liem finally does pull away, there is no surprise in his disappointed frown. He watches Liem's breaths animate him, watches him smile that warm, pretty smile. When the soft mouth presses to his palm, he breathes out a shaky, wanting breath.
It turns out, then, that Liem has surprises yet in store.
He breathes out, closes his eyes, and then pulls himself to a sitting position, turning to face away from his husband. He cannot do otherwise -- and would not have, regardless. His pride could not allow him beg off after talking himself up as he had.
This does not remove his apprehension, even though he moves fluidly, unburdened by the tension that settles in his stomach. The straight line of his back is as carefully poised as his tail is restless. It has been a long time since he's been so acutely aware of his scars. Now, though, he cannot help but feel a little exposed -- to the evaluation of Liem’s bright gaze, to the touch of those tender hands. For so long, he has eschewed vulnerability, even as he's invited Liem to sup on his blood, even as he's offered his husband power over himself. None of those had been truly dangerous; not once had he given up any control. ]
What now, husband? [ he asks, and it comes out softer than he intends. ]
[Conveniently, Cardan cannot see the little smile that tugs at the corner of Liem’s mouth, once his husband is facing away. All the grace and poise in the world cannot obscure Cardan’s unfamiliarity with affording Liem this kind of obedience. He does not seem nervous, Liem thinks, but neither does he buy that his husband is completely at ease. His manner is too calm for that, too controlled, particularly for someone who was feral with lust only moments ago.
And the tail lashing Liem’s leg does not seem to have gotten the memo.
He still wonders if Cardan understands that Liem finds this kind of front charming—like perfectly tailored clothes pulled slightly askew, hinting at the vulnerability beneath. He watches Cardan, rapt, as he arranges himself at Liem’s request. Only once Cardan is seated and Liem is finished with the vial does he move to kneel behind him, thighs parted so he can slide an arm around his lover and pull him flush against his body.
He is immediately pleased with how this arrangement feels from the other side.]
Now, you are going to be patient for me.
[His lips brush Cardan’s pointed ear as oil-slickened fingers trail down his stomach to wrap again around his hard cock, stroking with lazy indulgence. And, on a slow breath, Liem reaches behind himself to find his entrance, to slide against it and then press inside.]
[ He swallows despite himself, hyperaware of every sound, every rustle from behind him -- including the swish-swish-swish of his traitorous tail. He doesn't know where Liem will touch first, doesn't know what his intentions are. It is an effort to keep the rest of himself still.
He listens as Liem moves -- feels the blanket shift beneath his weight as he positions himself. When the arm winds around him, when Liem pulls him against his chest, his little shudder is half-anticipation, half-relief. ]
Ah...
[ It's breathy, unsteadier than he'd like. When Liem's mouth brushes his ear, he tips his head back, eager to be closer to him despite all of his curated nonchalance. It's not like he's fooling anyone, regardless -- he's not nonochalant about his husband. He hasn't been nonchalant since long before they'd ever met.
He is particularly not nonchalant about Liem's oil-slick hand on his dick. There is barely any warning for this -- not that it would have mattered. He can only gasp -- can only sink further against Liem's body as his hips twitch into that lazy touch. His hand finds Liem's thigh, digs into the muscle. Usually, he would try to be gentle; today, he simply does not have it in him. ]
What a-- ah-hah... [ He bites his lip, trying to hold in the terrible urge to shudder into every stroke, wanton and insatiable. ] ...terrible way to put it.
[For as long as you care to be. Liem knows, surely, that he has never cared for being patient at all. And yet, and yet-- He cares now. Liem's command gives him the keys to his own cage only at the expense of his pride.
He wants to be stubborn about it. He wants to make his husband work for it. It's just that the need for Liem is inescapable; it's just that Cardan is already so overwhelmed, so urgently wanting, that he doesn't know if he can. ]
[Liem so rarely gets the chance to be the villain in their marriage. He so rarely gets to be the one who has his lover in his clutches, so rarely gets to indulge his own whims with Cardan’s body. Of course he intends to savour the opportunity now. Now that he has Cardan in his grasp like this, of course he is terrible.
The rough grip of fingers digging into his leg makes lust throb beneath his skin and his breath catch in his throat. But the unhurried rhythm of his hand doesn’t falter, and when he dips down to paint hungry kisses down the side of Cardan’s neck, the scrape of teeth there is still gentle.]
Oh— Should I be stricter with you, love?
[He has to work to keep his voice steady in the face of the obscene temptation of the man in his embrace and the distraction he endures readying himself for Cardan’s dick. The urge to press closer and grind his hips against his lover torments him; he distracts himself by nibbling teasingly at Cardan’s neck, murmuring against damp skin.]
Would you prefer if I said until you no longer can?
[ There it is again -- love -- shivering over his skin like a fever. Of all the things Liem is doing to him, this one is the cruellest, and yet Cardan cannot ask him to stop, and not just because it would betray all of his terrible weakness. He wants to hear it -- wants it with such yearning that he must shut his eyes against it, just for a moment. Except, of course, that this only makes him more aware of Liem's touch, of the greedy mouth at his throat, of the graze of sharp teeth. The wound at his thigh pulses with an answering ache, and he feels heat pool in his stomach when he thinks of Liem's fangs pressing into his skin.
This, at least, distracts him from his embarrassing sentimentality. ]
I'd prefer it, [ he hisses, just under his breath, ] if you let me come, you hound.
[ He might just, with or without Liem's approval -- unhurried as Liem's hand on his erection may be, he still throbs with need. His pleasure still builds with every torturous, leisurely stroke. In response, he will drag his own hand up Liem's thigh, possessive, maybe a little threatening. His husband shouldn't forget, after all, just how willing Cardan might be to take things into his own hands. ]
[His husband’s frustrated hiss makes Liem smile, there against Cardan’s neck. How very like Cardan, to face this prolonged denial with such poor grace. The hand climbing higher up his thigh threatens an end to his husband’s already uncharacteristic forbearance, and despite his lover’s promise of obedience, Liem cannot say he is at all surprised.
For a brief moment, he only considers. Always, the sting of Cardan’s ire and the promise of his retribution tempt Liem to give him more leeway, to see what his husband will do if granted the freedom to take his frustrations out on him. The thought of Cardan reclaiming his reluctantly-ceded authority through sheer stubborn arrogance still sparks a hot prickle of greed beneath his skin.
But he is not eager to relinquish what he so rarely gets to enjoy.]
I know, husband. I know. [Abandoning the attention he was paying himself, Liem slides his fingers free and instead finds Cardan’s wrist, caressing the tender skin over the pulse there. He presses an affectionate kiss against the damp hair at the back of Cardan’s head.] But I’m not done with you yet. I want to ride you.
[Just not yet. Cardan was right, earlier; Liem wants him desperate first. He wants him stretched to the very limits of his patience, and beyond them, so that even the demands of his pride are drowned in the flood of his want.
For a moment Liem pauses his stroking; in fact, he releases Cardan’s erection entirely so he can find both his wrists, coaxing them up with gentle hands, away from his thighs and towards Cardan’s chest instead.]
Let me give you something to do until then, to occupy your hands. For now, indulge me and play with your chest.
[So saying, he slides his own hands up to cover Cardan’s for a moment, stroking gently over his knuckles. Then, his hands retreat—one to wrap again around Cardan’s erection, the other to slide down and splay inside his thigh, brushing idly over the bite mark there.]
[ I want to ride you shivers through him like so much electricity, makes him feel -- just for a moment -- breathless with the force of his desire. Yes -- yes, he wants that too. He never tires of Liem's greed for him, of the way he looks when he's taking just what he needs from Cardan, no matter how intemperate, no matter how unlike his usual self.
After all, that is what got Cardan into this predicament in the first place.
He didn't expect Liem to give him what he wanted -- and, of course, he was right. There is nowhere to go, nothing he can do with himself but endure -- trapped by the leisurely, inescapable attention Liem is paying to his cock. And still, still, when Liem pulls his hand away, Cardan bites back an aggrieved whimper. For one hopeful moment, he thinks that Liem is about to move -- to straddle him, to get on with it properly -- but, of course, he isn't. He sets Cardan a task instead, which is just what Cardan might have done in a scenario like this one. Never had he considered that he might see the other side of this coin.
Cardan cannot even glare at him without committing to awkward acrobatics -- though perhaps that is a blessing, given how hot his face is, how he's sure he cannot quite manage to keep the nakedness of his desire off of it.
He can't. He cannot endure this, and yet he has no choice. He swears, his voice sounding rough to his own ears, as his fingertips find his own nipples, pinching -- harder than his husband would have, he thinks. He cannot help arching into the delicious spark of pain, the rush of blood under tender skin.
Predictably, Liem returns his attention to his cock -- but it's the touch over his bite that makes Cardan jump, tearing a surprised groan from his throat. ]
Damn it-- you fiend-- [ The bite throbs in concert with the keen pulse of his need; for just a moment in time, he's completely overwhelmed with desire, hips bucking mindlessly up into Liem's touch, gasping, senseless. Still, he catches himself -- pulling back from the brink, again, again. ]
Let me fuck you. [ He growls it, because the alternative would be moaning it. ] Liem--
[ He's not pleading. He's not pleading if he demands it, surely. ]
[Soon, Liem thinks. Soon he won’t be able to resist any longer; his hunger to have Cardan under him will overrule even his greed for his husband’s frustrated desire. Yes, he loves the way Cardan groans in his grasp, the way he bucks helplessly up into his hands when he touches him—but even so, he is impatient to see Cardan come undone. He is greedy for the way pleasure sweeps his husband up when he is too overcome to resist—and now, he thinks, surely he must be. How much more overcome could his lover possibly be?
But still.]
Not yet, [he breathes, his voice rough with impatience. Surely Cardan must notice the heavy, restless tempo of the breaths breaking against his heated skin, but if Liem’s desire is writ plain, then so be it. Cardan is in no position to take advantage.
Especially not when Liem’s stroking turns to more than just teasing, his grip suddenly demanding as his lips wander down to the crook of Cardan’s shoulder—so he can bite him again, possessive, pursuing that pleasure Cardan is already struggling against. It is only for a moment; once again he will push Cardan all the way to the edge only to deny him at the last second, his fingers going abruptly still and tight around his husband’s cock as his other arm wraps around his waist, holding Cardan fast against him. The kisses he smears over that second bite are hungry, and less sober than before.
He needs him soon—so soon. He wants him now, and then again, and again, and again after that. For a moment he can only growl Cardan’s name, greedy and senseless with it, despite the fact that he is supposed to be the one in control.]
[ If he is meant to outlast Liem -- even a Liem who sounds overwrought, alight with impatience -- then he has already lost. Even at his most proud, Cardan cannot deny that his husband is the master of this game. It's this that draws a frustrated groan from him. It's this that makes it so difficult to resist moving, fucking up into Liem's grip as his own hands torment his chest, leaving him panting just at the edge of desperation. All this, and maybe he could have held on just a few minutes longer through sheer force of stubborn will. Except--
He had not thought Liem would bite him a second time. For a moment, he freezes, gasping, wide-eyed -- and then sensation slams into him all at once, except that he cannot get there, except that Liem's grip is terrible and unforgiving. He's pretty sure he does whimper, then, in the moment of realization.
He can't take it. This time, Cardan fights him. Liem has not forbidden him to resist -- he has only told him to be patient... until he no longer cared to be. Well, he cannot manage to care about anything at all, now. He strains against the arm around him, his teeth bared like those of a wild creature, his whole body strained with the need for friction, for sensation, for release. His tail lashes violently, as agitated as the rest of him.
And still, all of this avails him nothing.
When he opens his eyes -- realizing he'd shut them -- he still feels soaked in need, his thoughts clouded with frustrated desire. Every nerve in his body feels alight with it. Liem growls his name, and it's all Cardan can do to press himself against him, and then reach up behind himself to slide greedy fingers into his lover's hair. ]
Liem. Husband. [ Mere minutes ago, his pride was so important. He can barely recall why. ] Please.
[ Cardan wants to fuck him -- wants to feel him, desperately -- but he also wants to hold him, to press his face against that cool throat and return Liem's greedy kisses in kind. He wants to see his husband, even if this means Liem will see him in return. ]
[When Cardan whimpers then, when—lost to his desperation—he struggles and strains against the forbidding grasp holding him, it’s a miracle Liem manages to keep any shred of focus at all. Each movement of Cardan’s body against him makes lust thunder through his veins; it is all he can do to keep his husband still, to deny him release, despite his own feverish, overwhelming desire.
He is so hungry for each fevered gasp, each greedy buck of Cardan’s hips—and so charmed by the frantic lashing of his tail. He is helplessly tempted by the way his husband subsides against him in the aftermath, and the slide of warm, familiar fingers through his hair. Liem paints his own ragged breaths across Cardan’s shoulder, his neck, in between kiss after kiss as the arm around his lover becomes less restraint and more besotted embrace.]
You are so enchanting, [he murmurs. How could he resist him now? How could anyone?]
Yes. I want to have you.
[And now, his wanting denies the paltry remains of his patience. Again he releases Cardan’s erection, and this time it is to move from behind him, to crawl over the cushions and blankets until he is astride his husband’s lap, poised above his cock. He thinks to be coy about this too, to make them both wait for just the smallest moment more, but he is too greedy for this pleasure, and he has waited too long for it already. His hands splay up the sides of his lover’s throat, stroke over his jaw and frame his lovely face as Liem sinks down to take him in, desire naked in his gaze.
And even if he trembles with the indulgent sensation of it, even if greed pulls an unbidden groan from low in his throat, he refuses to close his heavy eyes against his pleasure—not when he is so ravenous for Cardan’s, too.]
[ He barely hears Liem over the fitful sound of his own heartbeat. It doesn't matter, anyway; he's barely done shivering into the press of Liem's kisses before his husband is coming around, and it's all Cardan can do to slide his hands over his flanks, his waist, his hips as he settles over his lap. He has missed him, which seems like a stupid thing to feel, given Liem had been just behind him all this time-- and still, and still, he devours the sight of him, the jubilant pleasure of getting him back into his hands, where he belongs.
Then Liem sinks onto his cock, and Cardan simply stops breathing altogether. He can only stare at Liem, held in place by those gentle hands, pinned by that ravenous gaze-- and then he must take in air after all, big desperate breaths of it, as he tries his very best to keep still, not to fuck up into his lover, not to move at all. His hands on Liem's hips tighten, like an incantation against his own intemperance. ]
Oh-- oh, fuck... hah--
[ His groan is a little tortured. For a moment, he only snaps his mouth shut, his jaw clenching with the world-rending effort of holding himself in check, of calming his racing heart so he can forestall coming immediately.
How perverse, that this is where he finds himself. ]
I won't last, [ he breathes, his frown a little desperate. He has to lean forward, has to press his forehead to Liem's shoulder, because even kissing him would feel overwhelming, despite how desperately Cardan wants to. He's been pushed too far, has become far too frantic in his need. ] Liem, I can't--
[The surge of need that batters Liem as he sheathes Cardan inside him is immediate and nearly overwhelming. He was not prepared for the reality of Cardan like this, at the mercy of his own cruelly-denied want. He cannot be anything but feral about the lust-soaked sounds he now drags from his husband, the tortured groan or the desperate, gasping breaths racing that thundering heartbeat. Greed for more throbs through him, tightens his throat, makes him impatient and stupid with lust.
He doesn’t want Cardan to last. He wants to ride him now, to demand that helpless pleasure while his lover is too overwhelmed to resist at all.
And still, his own tenderness for his husband continues to rule him. Despite the wild need clawing at him, when Cardan leans his brow against his shoulder, Liem’s hand slides up automatically to cradle his head, his other arm encircling Cardan and holding him close. He has no words for just how terribly precious the man in his arms is; the ache of it steals his breath more surely even than the hunger still filling him with greed.]
Didn’t I tell you, Cardan?
[Liem brushes a kiss against one damp temple, fingers stroking gently through his hair.]
You are irresistible. If you give me your release too soon, I shall just have to touch you until I can take you again.
[ That's a bargain he shouldn't take, probably -- he suspects it means more torment, more of Liem's strange brand of gentle, determined bullying. It's just that Cardan wants him so feverishly. It's just that he's so impatient, that the tight grip of Liem's body around him is maddening. Cardan clutches at him like he's salvation, and he cannot, cannot refuse it when Liem gives him the out he so desperately wants.
Besides, he wants to kiss Liem so terribly much. So he does -- turning his face to catch the bloodied mouth against his own, with all of his tenderness and all of his desire right there for Liem's taking. And if he can't help the breathless moan that escapes him, then so be it; it is but Liem's due.
He tears himself away too soon -- it will always be too soon. He needs to move. He's going to go insane if he doesn't, or if Liem changes his mind about letting him come--
Cardan breathes out, slipping one hand from Liem's hip so he can lean back onto it, so he can give himself some leverage when he rolls his hips against him. And, oh, he was right -- once he shifts, once he fucks inside his husband, the end is nigh immediately. He gasps with it, his eyes falling shut with the white-hot current of pleasure racing through him, his hand fisting in the pillow it's braced against. Not yet, he thinks, not yet-- He's so desperate to hold on to it, so desperate to make it last, despite that he knows he cannot. ]
[No answer could be more perfect than the one Cardan gives him: just that tender, wanting kiss Liem has come to know so well and covet so desperately. He cannot resist it; even the breathless urgency of his need to move against Cardan must simmer, unindulged, while he steals hungry kisses from his overwrought spouse. He does not want this to end—not until he demands that end himself.
Cardan’s patience is clearly hard-pressed enough as is.
When his husband leans back, Liem resists the urge to follow him, despite the lure of that warm mouth and that tender, inviting throat. He still wants to see Cardan’s face when his pleasure takes him. And, although he so dearly loves the way his mouth at Cardan’s throat makes his pulse jump, that is only one method of driving his husband insane. He wants to indulge in another. He wants it even more when that first, delicious thrust drags the gasp from his husband’s throat.]
Ah— [Heavy breaths make his words come out like a sigh as sensation rolls through him, teasing his desire.] Like that.
[The next time Cardan moves, Liem moves with him, rolling his hips down to meet his thrust with a soft, hungry groan. His desire-heavy eyes remain locked on Cardan’s face as he rides him, ruthlessly diligent in pursuit of the release his lover promised was so close. And, with a full-body shiver he can’t quite restrain, he slides his fingers around his own aching cock, stroking it in time with each twinned movement of their hips.]
[ Never has Cardan particularly cared about praise, having instead spent most of his life sneering at paltry attempts to curry his favour. Why is it, then, that Liem's encouragement makes eager warmth blossom in his chest? It makes him want to do anything Liem asked of him, no matter how terrible or dangerous. Nor can he hear Liem speak in that breathy voice and not look at him, no matter how difficult it is to focus.
It's a terrible miscalculation. When he opens his eyes to look at Liem, when he sees his hand on his own cock, when he meets that knowing blue gaze-- It is too much. Lust roils through him like thunder, shattering his composure to pieces entirely.
He is lost. He can only groan, awash in urgent sensation, as his body moves in concert with his husband, ascending to dizzying, maddening pleasure. It's impossible that anything in the world could be more right than this -- that anyone could feel more perfect, could look more erotic, could drive him to such terrible distraction. Pleasure crashes over him all at once, drowning all his senses until he can only gasp for air, can only close his eyes and buck up inside the maddeningly tight grip of Liem's body one last time, every part of him alight with desperate need. ]
[Liem clings to his own composure as long as he can. Despite his own stroking hand, despite the fervour with which he rides Cardan through his peak, he doesn’t want to come just yet; he is too caught up in the way Cardan looks when he opens his eyes and groans like that, too frantic for the hungry way he fucks into him as sensation unravels Cardan all at once. Lust roars through him like a flood, and he fights it for the span of desperate breaths, just to finish riding Cardan through his climax; just to fully drink in the sights and sounds of his pleasure.
But he shed much of his patience with the tastes he stole of his husband’s blood, and even had he not, he could not possibly weather this indulgence for long. One stroke, two—and then he is coming as well, spilling over his fingers as pleasure shudders through him, making him go taut with that desperate, indulgent swell of sensation. He does have to close his eyes against it, then, but even so, he sees Cardan’s face in his mind’s eye, exquisite in naked ecstasy.
By the time he has opened them again, he has once more curled closer to his husband; he steals a breathless kiss before letting his lips wander affectionately to the corner of Cardan’s mouth and up his jaw. Since he has no need to catch his breath, there is nothing to distract him from his insatiable, helplessly tender hunger for his spouse.]
Oh, love, you did so well. [He presses another gentle kiss just beneath Cardan’s ear, his breath sliding soft against damp skin. Then he draws back, eyes hungry as they find his husband’s face.] Pleasure looks so good on you.
[ Sometimes, he forgets how relentless Liem can be. Cardan is breathless in the aftermath, shivery with pleasure; his mind feels wiped blank of anything beyond the man nestled against him. And still, Liem kisses him, and Cardan can only exhale and tilt his face toward him -- just as Liem pulls away, shifting in a way that makes Cardan gasp and shiver again.
He opens his eyes, intent on following his husband -- and is caught immediately by the insistent, hungry look on Liem's face. He feels the same hunger throb through him, feels it catch in his breath. It no longer surprises him, how firmly Liem has him in his grasp. It's only a little terrifying to think that Liem might realize it too. ]
Everything looks good on me, [ he murmurs, shamelessly, to cover for the way his heart pangs at the endearment -- again, still. His grin flashes in the half-light of the fire. ] But especially you.
[ He's happy, he realizes, with a delayed start. Despite that he's still damp from the rain, that he's let himself be bossed around and tormented, that the twin threats of never-ending paperwork and further assassination attempts loom on their return to the house -- the only thing that matters is that Liem is here, that he looks at Cardan with those devouring eyes. They fit so perfectly together, in spite of all reason. How can he be anything but ecstatic about it? ]
Flatterer, [Liem accuses fondly. It is well that Liem makes for a handsome accessory for his husband, of course, seeing as he has such fondness for getting all over him. Still, he cannot help but suspect Cardan of trying to shift his focus, so that Liem does not linger overlong on the subject of how his lover looks while drowned in pleasure.
Perhaps Cardan also needs to spend an evening being touched in front of their bedroom mirror.]
This is an indulgence I don’t often get to enjoy.
[Liem shifts slightly, then pulls his hips away with a small gasp, looking down now at his husband as he straddles his lap. Even now, wrapped around his lover after indulging his hunger most thoroughly, melting in the glow of that quick grin, he finds that Cardan does not seem sated enough for his liking. He wants to see if his beloved might at some point become too well-fucked to be flip with his responses. Sliding a hand down to Cardan’s chest, he pushes him down onto the cushions, following him as he goes so he can brace once more over his husband.
There is plenty of time yet today to pursue his ambitions.]
For the rest of today [—Liem sinks down with a murmur to cover Cardan’s body with his, sliding his hand down one warm flank as his lips flirt just barely with Cardan’s—] I want to be able to see your face when you come.
[ Cardan blinks, a little mystified as to the exact indulgence Liem is referring to -- but perhaps it is simply having control over Cardan. He is, admittedly, jealous of his autonomy. Then again, almost every other time he has offered to cede it, Liem has refused.
It doesn't matter, anyway. It especially doesn't matter when Liem moves; Cardan's thoughts stutter with his sharp inhale and shiver. He lets himself be manhandled (and this, too, is pleasantly novel.) This is just where he wanted to be, at any rate: laying back against the pillows so he can slow the galloping of his heart, his husband pressed against him, on top of him. He cannot help but be smug about it, sliding his hands down Liem's back to cup his ass, brazenly possessive of him.
His response to his husband's newest demand is only to smile, then tilt his head to catch Liem's bottom lip in his teeth, their grasp soft despite the implicit threat.
Admittedly, the ask is slightly menacing. He hadn't really considered just how often he hides his face in the moment of orgasm -- it's just that Liem overwhelms him so, all the time. It's just that by the time he's teased his husband adequately, he himself is balancing at the knife's edge between desire and desperation. But then, this is clearly what Liem has been aiming for this whole time. ]
...As you wish, husband, [ he breathes, releasing Liem. His tone suggests it is the easiest thing in the world. His tail is still traitorously restless, however.
And then, because he can never quite help pushing his luck: ] I am yours to enjoy however you like, am I not?
[Heated sparks of pleasure follow the trail Cardan’s hands make on their way to grab Liem’s ass. Liem shivers into that pleasure, a soft, delighted purr escaping him when teeth find a gentle hold on his lip. He likes that Cardan isn’t cowed by the demands Liem continues to make of him, likes that his husband still remains greedy and brazen and impetuous. After all, it’s that stubborn pride that makes the prospect of pursuing Cardan’s surrender so appealing.
And even if he never sees that surrender, Cardan’s frustration makes a fine consolation prize.]
Are you, Cardan? [Liem searches his face, curious of what sentiment might actually lie behind those words. It is not the first time he’s heard his husband utter their like, but it is the first time he wonders if they might actually be true.
Though it wasn’t the promise of his own enjoyment that made him so hungry for Cardan’s submission to begin with.]
Then let me blunt my hunger on you a while, [he breathes, and kisses him like he never intends to stop. He intends to do nearly that—to kiss Cardan until they are both burning with impatience again, and then a while longer besides, while the urgency of wanting makes tenderness a torture. And when finally he has given them release, he plans only to add to the map of kisses he has drawn over his husband’s body, to use his mouth and his hands on every bit of Cardan that has ever made his pulse jump and his breath catch, again and again, for as long as his husband is still plagued with desire.
He was not exaggerating about wanting to see Cardan come, and each time he does, he wants his husband to be beyond disguising either his pleasure or his desperation.
By the time sunset is approaching, Liem has long since stopped counting both the love bites he’s decorated his lover with, and the number of times they have both come since daybreak. The tastes he’s had of Cardan’s blood have done much to inflame his unflagging eagerness despite the oppressive weight of the sun covering him with its enervating blanket. It also helps that Liem has coveted this opportunity for months, and refuses to relinquish even a single hour of it to sleep.
On this occasion, he has flipped Cardan over again to prey on him from behind, stamping heated kisses against his shoulders and down his spine as he grinds indulgently against him. Hungry strokes of his hand ensure that Cardan shares his desperation, even if he should know better by now than to hope that he might be allowed to come like this. It has been a while since the last time; as the energizing thrill of Liem’s blood high has subsided, he has rediscovered much of his patience, and made this Cardan’s challenge to contend with.]
[ Sometimes, Cardan wonders if his husband forgets that he cannot speak untruth. Then he neglects to wonder about anything at all, because Liem's mouth is on his, addictive as ever. If this is what Liem's night of indulgence is to be like, then perhaps he would have little to complain about, after all.
Naturally, he does not realize the extent of his naivety until it is far too late.
As Liem expected, Cardan is stubborn indeed -- but he is also foolish, and therein lies the truest danger. It is foolishness that makes him persist past all reason. It is foolishness that leads him to hold on to his pride for so long-- foolishness that makes him brace himself against Liem's particular brand of torment over and over again. Foolishness makes him struggle even when he knows that he will not win.
Much of his stubbornness has been worn away by the hours. They have scoured him of his ability to keep quiet, to maintain his arrogant air, though he still tries: the breathless moans and gasps that escape him do so from between clenched teeth, and the movement of his hips is fitful, impatient. He knows not whether he's drunk on wine or lust, only that his thoughts have folded themselves into an endless pleasure-filled haze. His sweat-damp brow is buried in a pillow. He's grateful, at least, for Liem's demand that he only show his face when he's coming -- and since, by all accounts, he won't be coming for a while yet, his husband need not see how flushed and overwhelmed he currently is. Above his head, his fingers clench in the pillow fabric, trembling with strain.
He cannot stop -- cannot cease moving against his husband, cannot cease wanting, cannot cease playing right into Liem's cool, demanding hands. Any cleverness that once possessed him has long fled. It's drowned by the lust that aches through his veins and throbs in his cock, making him arch into his husband's hand, no matter how wanton it may look. His greed overrides all else -- even his folly, even his mulishness. ]
How much longer-- hah... [ He can't even finish the sentence; another stroke wrings a lurid moan from him, followed closely by a shiver. He has to take a moment to compose himself, to form the words around his breathing.] How long.... are you going to f-- fuck, you fiend-- to fuck around, Liem?
[Even Liem’s patience is hard pressed by the wanton way Cardan moves against him, the way he gasps and arches and moans under his attentions. If he is ruthless in his demand for his husband’s pleasure, if he is greedy with his hands and his mouth, it is at least partly because he cannot be otherwise. Every obscene sound that escapes Cardan’s unwilling throat makes need pound through him, burning like fever; not even his husband’s charming curses can persuade him to relinquish this pleasure before he must.]
Such vitriol— [Liem stamps a heavy kiss right at the base of Cardan’s neck, still grinding against him with indulgent rolls of his hips. Pleasure shivers through him with each slow, deliberate movement, a counterpoint to his own heavy breaths.] Is it so unbearable, love?
[Pushing himself up with his free arm until he is upright enough to not need its support, Liem strokes along Cardan’s ribs and flank, down to his hip, regarding the lean, trembling length of him stretched out over the cushions. Flushed marks left by his kisses war with the lattice of scars decorating Cardan’s back, and the sight rouses a possessive feeling in him that he is too hungry to think to examine. He has no intention of giving his husband succour just yet; still…]
[ Cardan doesn't open his eyes, only shivers into the press of Liem's mouth, failing to suppress a soft whine. Anticipation seizes him when Liem straightens, despite himself. He no longer even knows what he's waiting for, just that every movement Liem makes has him taut with the lust singing through his veins, insistent and inescapable.
If Liem wanted to fuck him, Cardan would let him. He knows this about himself now, if nothing else; he had ample time to think about it, in the interminable hours leading up to evening, as his apprehension gave way to rabid need. He certainly thinks about it now, when Liem grinds against him, impossible to ignore. And yet-- ]
Shove your mercy, [ he growls, just as Liem knew he would, just as he -- presumably -- set Cardan up to do. He can see it coming, even in his state. It's just that -- what is he supposed to do? He cannot possibly say yes, fuck me; take pity on me; let me come. Not when Liem offers it so casually, like it would cost him nothing at all. Not when Cardan is already so eager and pliant in his hands.
It's good, in the end, that Liem gives him the benefit of his gentle condescension. It is less ruinous this way. If he had offered Cardan his kindness, he would not have been able to resist. ]
[Cardan’s growled response makes Liem smile. He’d expected it; even after hours of teasing, his husband remains stubbornly married to what remains of his pride. Cardan cannot reap the fruit of his crabby demands because Liem continues to offer surcease only in reply to an admission of defeat.
And it seems Liem is not the only one driven to prove himself even to his own detriment.]
My husband has such a temper…
[He murmurs it under his breath, as though only to himself, as his hands shift to grip Cardan’s hips and prop them higher, accommodating his new posture. Only then does he wrap his fingers again around his husband’s erection, stroking him with renewed eagerness as his other hand moves to grip the base of his restless tail. He keeps a firm hold on it as he grinds against him again, his breaths roughened with lust.
Of course Cardan’s attempts at playing the servile attendant never pleased Liem at all. He has always far preferred his husband like this: with fire in his veins and bite in his words.]
Always it makes me want… to turn those curses to moans.
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He is breathing hard when he finally pulls away, catching Cardan’s hands in his own as he sits up, aching with the sudden absence of contact.]
No more of that, my little terror.
[Liem smiles, presses one of Cardan’s hands against his flushed face, kissing the palm. Would that he could kiss all of his husband now, without lust first driving them both mad.
Instead, he shifts his weight off his husband, releasing Cardan so he can kneel beside him instead. With one hand, he reaches for a nearby vial of oil.]
Now sit up, please. I wish to be at your back.
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But he knows his husband too well, after all. When Liem finally does pull away, there is no surprise in his disappointed frown. He watches Liem's breaths animate him, watches him smile that warm, pretty smile. When the soft mouth presses to his palm, he breathes out a shaky, wanting breath.
It turns out, then, that Liem has surprises yet in store.
He breathes out, closes his eyes, and then pulls himself to a sitting position, turning to face away from his husband. He cannot do otherwise -- and would not have, regardless. His pride could not allow him beg off after talking himself up as he had.
This does not remove his apprehension, even though he moves fluidly, unburdened by the tension that settles in his stomach. The straight line of his back is as carefully poised as his tail is restless. It has been a long time since he's been so acutely aware of his scars. Now, though, he cannot help but feel a little exposed -- to the evaluation of Liem’s bright gaze, to the touch of those tender hands. For so long, he has eschewed vulnerability, even as he's invited Liem to sup on his blood, even as he's offered his husband power over himself. None of those had been truly dangerous; not once had he given up any control. ]
What now, husband? [ he asks, and it comes out softer than he intends. ]
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And the tail lashing Liem’s leg does not seem to have gotten the memo.
He still wonders if Cardan understands that Liem finds this kind of front charming—like perfectly tailored clothes pulled slightly askew, hinting at the vulnerability beneath. He watches Cardan, rapt, as he arranges himself at Liem’s request. Only once Cardan is seated and Liem is finished with the vial does he move to kneel behind him, thighs parted so he can slide an arm around his lover and pull him flush against his body.
He is immediately pleased with how this arrangement feels from the other side.]
Now, you are going to be patient for me.
[His lips brush Cardan’s pointed ear as oil-slickened fingers trail down his stomach to wrap again around his hard cock, stroking with lazy indulgence. And, on a slow breath, Liem reaches behind himself to find his entrance, to slide against it and then press inside.]
For as long as you care to be.
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He listens as Liem moves -- feels the blanket shift beneath his weight as he positions himself. When the arm winds around him, when Liem pulls him against his chest, his little shudder is half-anticipation, half-relief. ]
Ah...
[ It's breathy, unsteadier than he'd like. When Liem's mouth brushes his ear, he tips his head back, eager to be closer to him despite all of his curated nonchalance. It's not like he's fooling anyone, regardless -- he's not nonochalant about his husband. He hasn't been nonchalant since long before they'd ever met.
He is particularly not nonchalant about Liem's oil-slick hand on his dick. There is barely any warning for this -- not that it would have mattered. He can only gasp -- can only sink further against Liem's body as his hips twitch into that lazy touch. His hand finds Liem's thigh, digs into the muscle. Usually, he would try to be gentle; today, he simply does not have it in him. ]
What a-- ah-hah... [ He bites his lip, trying to hold in the terrible urge to shudder into every stroke, wanton and insatiable. ] ...terrible way to put it.
[For as long as you care to be. Liem knows, surely, that he has never cared for being patient at all. And yet, and yet-- He cares now. Liem's command gives him the keys to his own cage only at the expense of his pride.
He wants to be stubborn about it. He wants to make his husband work for it. It's just that the need for Liem is inescapable; it's just that Cardan is already so overwhelmed, so urgently wanting, that he doesn't know if he can. ]
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The rough grip of fingers digging into his leg makes lust throb beneath his skin and his breath catch in his throat. But the unhurried rhythm of his hand doesn’t falter, and when he dips down to paint hungry kisses down the side of Cardan’s neck, the scrape of teeth there is still gentle.]
Oh— Should I be stricter with you, love?
[He has to work to keep his voice steady in the face of the obscene temptation of the man in his embrace and the distraction he endures readying himself for Cardan’s dick. The urge to press closer and grind his hips against his lover torments him; he distracts himself by nibbling teasingly at Cardan’s neck, murmuring against damp skin.]
Would you prefer if I said until you no longer can?
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This, at least, distracts him from his embarrassing sentimentality. ]
I'd prefer it, [ he hisses, just under his breath, ] if you let me come, you hound.
[ He might just, with or without Liem's approval -- unhurried as Liem's hand on his erection may be, he still throbs with need. His pleasure still builds with every torturous, leisurely stroke. In response, he will drag his own hand up Liem's thigh, possessive, maybe a little threatening. His husband shouldn't forget, after all, just how willing Cardan might be to take things into his own hands. ]
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For a brief moment, he only considers. Always, the sting of Cardan’s ire and the promise of his retribution tempt Liem to give him more leeway, to see what his husband will do if granted the freedom to take his frustrations out on him. The thought of Cardan reclaiming his reluctantly-ceded authority through sheer stubborn arrogance still sparks a hot prickle of greed beneath his skin.
But he is not eager to relinquish what he so rarely gets to enjoy.]
I know, husband. I know. [Abandoning the attention he was paying himself, Liem slides his fingers free and instead finds Cardan’s wrist, caressing the tender skin over the pulse there. He presses an affectionate kiss against the damp hair at the back of Cardan’s head.] But I’m not done with you yet. I want to ride you.
[Just not yet. Cardan was right, earlier; Liem wants him desperate first. He wants him stretched to the very limits of his patience, and beyond them, so that even the demands of his pride are drowned in the flood of his want.
For a moment Liem pauses his stroking; in fact, he releases Cardan’s erection entirely so he can find both his wrists, coaxing them up with gentle hands, away from his thighs and towards Cardan’s chest instead.]
Let me give you something to do until then, to occupy your hands. For now, indulge me and play with your chest.
[So saying, he slides his own hands up to cover Cardan’s for a moment, stroking gently over his knuckles. Then, his hands retreat—one to wrap again around Cardan’s erection, the other to slide down and splay inside his thigh, brushing idly over the bite mark there.]
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After all, that is what got Cardan into this predicament in the first place.
He didn't expect Liem to give him what he wanted -- and, of course, he was right. There is nowhere to go, nothing he can do with himself but endure -- trapped by the leisurely, inescapable attention Liem is paying to his cock. And still, still, when Liem pulls his hand away, Cardan bites back an aggrieved whimper. For one hopeful moment, he thinks that Liem is about to move -- to straddle him, to get on with it properly -- but, of course, he isn't. He sets Cardan a task instead, which is just what Cardan might have done in a scenario like this one. Never had he considered that he might see the other side of this coin.
Cardan cannot even glare at him without committing to awkward acrobatics -- though perhaps that is a blessing, given how hot his face is, how he's sure he cannot quite manage to keep the nakedness of his desire off of it.
He can't. He cannot endure this, and yet he has no choice. He swears, his voice sounding rough to his own ears, as his fingertips find his own nipples, pinching -- harder than his husband would have, he thinks. He cannot help arching into the delicious spark of pain, the rush of blood under tender skin.
Predictably, Liem returns his attention to his cock -- but it's the touch over his bite that makes Cardan jump, tearing a surprised groan from his throat. ]
Damn it-- you fiend-- [ The bite throbs in concert with the keen pulse of his need; for just a moment in time, he's completely overwhelmed with desire, hips bucking mindlessly up into Liem's touch, gasping, senseless. Still, he catches himself -- pulling back from the brink, again, again. ]
Let me fuck you. [ He growls it, because the alternative would be moaning it. ] Liem--
[ He's not pleading. He's not pleading if he demands it, surely. ]
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But still.]
Not yet, [he breathes, his voice rough with impatience. Surely Cardan must notice the heavy, restless tempo of the breaths breaking against his heated skin, but if Liem’s desire is writ plain, then so be it. Cardan is in no position to take advantage.
Especially not when Liem’s stroking turns to more than just teasing, his grip suddenly demanding as his lips wander down to the crook of Cardan’s shoulder—so he can bite him again, possessive, pursuing that pleasure Cardan is already struggling against. It is only for a moment; once again he will push Cardan all the way to the edge only to deny him at the last second, his fingers going abruptly still and tight around his husband’s cock as his other arm wraps around his waist, holding Cardan fast against him. The kisses he smears over that second bite are hungry, and less sober than before.
He needs him soon—so soon. He wants him now, and then again, and again, and again after that. For a moment he can only growl Cardan’s name, greedy and senseless with it, despite the fact that he is supposed to be the one in control.]
Cardan…
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He had not thought Liem would bite him a second time. For a moment, he freezes, gasping, wide-eyed -- and then sensation slams into him all at once, except that he cannot get there, except that Liem's grip is terrible and unforgiving. He's pretty sure he does whimper, then, in the moment of realization.
He can't take it. This time, Cardan fights him. Liem has not forbidden him to resist -- he has only told him to be patient... until he no longer cared to be. Well, he cannot manage to care about anything at all, now. He strains against the arm around him, his teeth bared like those of a wild creature, his whole body strained with the need for friction, for sensation, for release. His tail lashes violently, as agitated as the rest of him.
And still, all of this avails him nothing.
When he opens his eyes -- realizing he'd shut them -- he still feels soaked in need, his thoughts clouded with frustrated desire. Every nerve in his body feels alight with it. Liem growls his name, and it's all Cardan can do to press himself against him, and then reach up behind himself to slide greedy fingers into his lover's hair. ]
Liem. Husband. [ Mere minutes ago, his pride was so important. He can barely recall why. ] Please.
[ Cardan wants to fuck him -- wants to feel him, desperately -- but he also wants to hold him, to press his face against that cool throat and return Liem's greedy kisses in kind. He wants to see his husband, even if this means Liem will see him in return. ]
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He is so hungry for each fevered gasp, each greedy buck of Cardan’s hips—and so charmed by the frantic lashing of his tail. He is helplessly tempted by the way his husband subsides against him in the aftermath, and the slide of warm, familiar fingers through his hair. Liem paints his own ragged breaths across Cardan’s shoulder, his neck, in between kiss after kiss as the arm around his lover becomes less restraint and more besotted embrace.]
You are so enchanting, [he murmurs. How could he resist him now? How could anyone?]
Yes. I want to have you.
[And now, his wanting denies the paltry remains of his patience. Again he releases Cardan’s erection, and this time it is to move from behind him, to crawl over the cushions and blankets until he is astride his husband’s lap, poised above his cock. He thinks to be coy about this too, to make them both wait for just the smallest moment more, but he is too greedy for this pleasure, and he has waited too long for it already. His hands splay up the sides of his lover’s throat, stroke over his jaw and frame his lovely face as Liem sinks down to take him in, desire naked in his gaze.
And even if he trembles with the indulgent sensation of it, even if greed pulls an unbidden groan from low in his throat, he refuses to close his heavy eyes against his pleasure—not when he is so ravenous for Cardan’s, too.]
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Then Liem sinks onto his cock, and Cardan simply stops breathing altogether. He can only stare at Liem, held in place by those gentle hands, pinned by that ravenous gaze-- and then he must take in air after all, big desperate breaths of it, as he tries his very best to keep still, not to fuck up into his lover, not to move at all. His hands on Liem's hips tighten, like an incantation against his own intemperance. ]
Oh-- oh, fuck... hah--
[ His groan is a little tortured. For a moment, he only snaps his mouth shut, his jaw clenching with the world-rending effort of holding himself in check, of calming his racing heart so he can forestall coming immediately.
How perverse, that this is where he finds himself. ]
I won't last, [ he breathes, his frown a little desperate. He has to lean forward, has to press his forehead to Liem's shoulder, because even kissing him would feel overwhelming, despite how desperately Cardan wants to. He's been pushed too far, has become far too frantic in his need. ] Liem, I can't--
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He doesn’t want Cardan to last. He wants to ride him now, to demand that helpless pleasure while his lover is too overwhelmed to resist at all.
And still, his own tenderness for his husband continues to rule him. Despite the wild need clawing at him, when Cardan leans his brow against his shoulder, Liem’s hand slides up automatically to cradle his head, his other arm encircling Cardan and holding him close. He has no words for just how terribly precious the man in his arms is; the ache of it steals his breath more surely even than the hunger still filling him with greed.]
Didn’t I tell you, Cardan?
[Liem brushes a kiss against one damp temple, fingers stroking gently through his hair.]
You are irresistible. If you give me your release too soon, I shall just have to touch you until I can take you again.
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Besides, he wants to kiss Liem so terribly much. So he does -- turning his face to catch the bloodied mouth against his own, with all of his tenderness and all of his desire right there for Liem's taking. And if he can't help the breathless moan that escapes him, then so be it; it is but Liem's due.
He tears himself away too soon -- it will always be too soon. He needs to move. He's going to go insane if he doesn't, or if Liem changes his mind about letting him come--
Cardan breathes out, slipping one hand from Liem's hip so he can lean back onto it, so he can give himself some leverage when he rolls his hips against him. And, oh, he was right -- once he shifts, once he fucks inside his husband, the end is nigh immediately. He gasps with it, his eyes falling shut with the white-hot current of pleasure racing through him, his hand fisting in the pillow it's braced against. Not yet, he thinks, not yet-- He's so desperate to hold on to it, so desperate to make it last, despite that he knows he cannot. ]
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Cardan’s patience is clearly hard-pressed enough as is.
When his husband leans back, Liem resists the urge to follow him, despite the lure of that warm mouth and that tender, inviting throat. He still wants to see Cardan’s face when his pleasure takes him. And, although he so dearly loves the way his mouth at Cardan’s throat makes his pulse jump, that is only one method of driving his husband insane. He wants to indulge in another. He wants it even more when that first, delicious thrust drags the gasp from his husband’s throat.]
Ah— [Heavy breaths make his words come out like a sigh as sensation rolls through him, teasing his desire.] Like that.
[The next time Cardan moves, Liem moves with him, rolling his hips down to meet his thrust with a soft, hungry groan. His desire-heavy eyes remain locked on Cardan’s face as he rides him, ruthlessly diligent in pursuit of the release his lover promised was so close. And, with a full-body shiver he can’t quite restrain, he slides his fingers around his own aching cock, stroking it in time with each twinned movement of their hips.]
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It's a terrible miscalculation. When he opens his eyes to look at Liem, when he sees his hand on his own cock, when he meets that knowing blue gaze-- It is too much. Lust roils through him like thunder, shattering his composure to pieces entirely.
He is lost. He can only groan, awash in urgent sensation, as his body moves in concert with his husband, ascending to dizzying, maddening pleasure. It's impossible that anything in the world could be more right than this -- that anyone could feel more perfect, could look more erotic, could drive him to such terrible distraction. Pleasure crashes over him all at once, drowning all his senses until he can only gasp for air, can only close his eyes and buck up inside the maddeningly tight grip of Liem's body one last time, every part of him alight with desperate need. ]
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But he shed much of his patience with the tastes he stole of his husband’s blood, and even had he not, he could not possibly weather this indulgence for long. One stroke, two—and then he is coming as well, spilling over his fingers as pleasure shudders through him, making him go taut with that desperate, indulgent swell of sensation. He does have to close his eyes against it, then, but even so, he sees Cardan’s face in his mind’s eye, exquisite in naked ecstasy.
By the time he has opened them again, he has once more curled closer to his husband; he steals a breathless kiss before letting his lips wander affectionately to the corner of Cardan’s mouth and up his jaw. Since he has no need to catch his breath, there is nothing to distract him from his insatiable, helplessly tender hunger for his spouse.]
Oh, love, you did so well. [He presses another gentle kiss just beneath Cardan’s ear, his breath sliding soft against damp skin. Then he draws back, eyes hungry as they find his husband’s face.] Pleasure looks so good on you.
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He opens his eyes, intent on following his husband -- and is caught immediately by the insistent, hungry look on Liem's face. He feels the same hunger throb through him, feels it catch in his breath. It no longer surprises him, how firmly Liem has him in his grasp. It's only a little terrifying to think that Liem might realize it too. ]
Everything looks good on me, [ he murmurs, shamelessly, to cover for the way his heart pangs at the endearment -- again, still. His grin flashes in the half-light of the fire. ] But especially you.
[ He's happy, he realizes, with a delayed start. Despite that he's still damp from the rain, that he's let himself be bossed around and tormented, that the twin threats of never-ending paperwork and further assassination attempts loom on their return to the house -- the only thing that matters is that Liem is here, that he looks at Cardan with those devouring eyes. They fit so perfectly together, in spite of all reason. How can he be anything but ecstatic about it? ]
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Perhaps Cardan also needs to spend an evening being touched in front of their bedroom mirror.]
This is an indulgence I don’t often get to enjoy.
[Liem shifts slightly, then pulls his hips away with a small gasp, looking down now at his husband as he straddles his lap. Even now, wrapped around his lover after indulging his hunger most thoroughly, melting in the glow of that quick grin, he finds that Cardan does not seem sated enough for his liking. He wants to see if his beloved might at some point become too well-fucked to be flip with his responses. Sliding a hand down to Cardan’s chest, he pushes him down onto the cushions, following him as he goes so he can brace once more over his husband.
There is plenty of time yet today to pursue his ambitions.]
For the rest of today [—Liem sinks down with a murmur to cover Cardan’s body with his, sliding his hand down one warm flank as his lips flirt just barely with Cardan’s—] I want to be able to see your face when you come.
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It doesn't matter, anyway. It especially doesn't matter when Liem moves; Cardan's thoughts stutter with his sharp inhale and shiver. He lets himself be manhandled (and this, too, is pleasantly novel.) This is just where he wanted to be, at any rate: laying back against the pillows so he can slow the galloping of his heart, his husband pressed against him, on top of him. He cannot help but be smug about it, sliding his hands down Liem's back to cup his ass, brazenly possessive of him.
His response to his husband's newest demand is only to smile, then tilt his head to catch Liem's bottom lip in his teeth, their grasp soft despite the implicit threat.
Admittedly, the ask is slightly menacing. He hadn't really considered just how often he hides his face in the moment of orgasm -- it's just that Liem overwhelms him so, all the time. It's just that by the time he's teased his husband adequately, he himself is balancing at the knife's edge between desire and desperation. But then, this is clearly what Liem has been aiming for this whole time. ]
...As you wish, husband, [ he breathes, releasing Liem. His tone suggests it is the easiest thing in the world. His tail is still traitorously restless, however.
And then, because he can never quite help pushing his luck: ] I am yours to enjoy however you like, am I not?
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And even if he never sees that surrender, Cardan’s frustration makes a fine consolation prize.]
Are you, Cardan? [Liem searches his face, curious of what sentiment might actually lie behind those words. It is not the first time he’s heard his husband utter their like, but it is the first time he wonders if they might actually be true.
Though it wasn’t the promise of his own enjoyment that made him so hungry for Cardan’s submission to begin with.]
Then let me blunt my hunger on you a while, [he breathes, and kisses him like he never intends to stop. He intends to do nearly that—to kiss Cardan until they are both burning with impatience again, and then a while longer besides, while the urgency of wanting makes tenderness a torture. And when finally he has given them release, he plans only to add to the map of kisses he has drawn over his husband’s body, to use his mouth and his hands on every bit of Cardan that has ever made his pulse jump and his breath catch, again and again, for as long as his husband is still plagued with desire.
He was not exaggerating about wanting to see Cardan come, and each time he does, he wants his husband to be beyond disguising either his pleasure or his desperation.
By the time sunset is approaching, Liem has long since stopped counting both the love bites he’s decorated his lover with, and the number of times they have both come since daybreak. The tastes he’s had of Cardan’s blood have done much to inflame his unflagging eagerness despite the oppressive weight of the sun covering him with its enervating blanket. It also helps that Liem has coveted this opportunity for months, and refuses to relinquish even a single hour of it to sleep.
On this occasion, he has flipped Cardan over again to prey on him from behind, stamping heated kisses against his shoulders and down his spine as he grinds indulgently against him. Hungry strokes of his hand ensure that Cardan shares his desperation, even if he should know better by now than to hope that he might be allowed to come like this. It has been a while since the last time; as the energizing thrill of Liem’s blood high has subsided, he has rediscovered much of his patience, and made this Cardan’s challenge to contend with.]
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Naturally, he does not realize the extent of his naivety until it is far too late.
As Liem expected, Cardan is stubborn indeed -- but he is also foolish, and therein lies the truest danger. It is foolishness that makes him persist past all reason. It is foolishness that leads him to hold on to his pride for so long-- foolishness that makes him brace himself against Liem's particular brand of torment over and over again. Foolishness makes him struggle even when he knows that he will not win.
Much of his stubbornness has been worn away by the hours. They have scoured him of his ability to keep quiet, to maintain his arrogant air, though he still tries: the breathless moans and gasps that escape him do so from between clenched teeth, and the movement of his hips is fitful, impatient. He knows not whether he's drunk on wine or lust, only that his thoughts have folded themselves into an endless pleasure-filled haze. His sweat-damp brow is buried in a pillow. He's grateful, at least, for Liem's demand that he only show his face when he's coming -- and since, by all accounts, he won't be coming for a while yet, his husband need not see how flushed and overwhelmed he currently is. Above his head, his fingers clench in the pillow fabric, trembling with strain.
He cannot stop -- cannot cease moving against his husband, cannot cease wanting, cannot cease playing right into Liem's cool, demanding hands. Any cleverness that once possessed him has long fled. It's drowned by the lust that aches through his veins and throbs in his cock, making him arch into his husband's hand, no matter how wanton it may look. His greed overrides all else -- even his folly, even his mulishness. ]
How much longer-- hah... [ He can't even finish the sentence; another stroke wrings a lurid moan from him, followed closely by a shiver. He has to take a moment to compose himself, to form the words around his breathing.] How long.... are you going to f-- fuck, you fiend-- to fuck around, Liem?
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Such vitriol— [Liem stamps a heavy kiss right at the base of Cardan’s neck, still grinding against him with indulgent rolls of his hips. Pleasure shivers through him with each slow, deliberate movement, a counterpoint to his own heavy breaths.] Is it so unbearable, love?
[Pushing himself up with his free arm until he is upright enough to not need its support, Liem strokes along Cardan’s ribs and flank, down to his hip, regarding the lean, trembling length of him stretched out over the cushions. Flushed marks left by his kisses war with the lattice of scars decorating Cardan’s back, and the sight rouses a possessive feeling in him that he is too hungry to think to examine. He has no intention of giving his husband succour just yet; still…]
Should I take mercy on you?
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If Liem wanted to fuck him, Cardan would let him. He knows this about himself now, if nothing else; he had ample time to think about it, in the interminable hours leading up to evening, as his apprehension gave way to rabid need. He certainly thinks about it now, when Liem grinds against him, impossible to ignore. And yet-- ]
Shove your mercy, [ he growls, just as Liem knew he would, just as he -- presumably -- set Cardan up to do. He can see it coming, even in his state. It's just that -- what is he supposed to do? He cannot possibly say yes, fuck me; take pity on me; let me come. Not when Liem offers it so casually, like it would cost him nothing at all. Not when Cardan is already so eager and pliant in his hands.
It's good, in the end, that Liem gives him the benefit of his gentle condescension. It is less ruinous this way. If he had offered Cardan his kindness, he would not have been able to resist. ]
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And it seems Liem is not the only one driven to prove himself even to his own detriment.]
My husband has such a temper…
[He murmurs it under his breath, as though only to himself, as his hands shift to grip Cardan’s hips and prop them higher, accommodating his new posture. Only then does he wrap his fingers again around his husband’s erection, stroking him with renewed eagerness as his other hand moves to grip the base of his restless tail. He keeps a firm hold on it as he grinds against him again, his breaths roughened with lust.
Of course Cardan’s attempts at playing the servile attendant never pleased Liem at all. He has always far preferred his husband like this: with fire in his veins and bite in his words.]
Always it makes me want… to turn those curses to moans.
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