[The arms around him, pulling him close, feel right. The fingers lifting his face to meet Cardan’s hungry kiss feel right. The hard, greedy hands roaming his body feel right—and Liem melts into all of it, fitting himself against his husband with a soft sound of eager relief that belies the unassuaged need still aching through him.
This is what he is so terribly, helplessly starved for. He wants Cardan’s desire—wants to feel that feral hunger that Cardan sometimes seems so reluctant to fully reveal to him. Hypocritically, he doesn’t want his husband to rein in the hard clutch of his hands, the impatient demands of senseless lust. If every part of him belongs to Cardan—and it does—he wants to feel possessed beyond what is reasonable or even respectful. Just now, he would much rather his husband be beyond reason altogether.
He follows Cardan further onto the bed like a clinging vine, seeking him with hungry mouth and hands. The familiar weight of Cardan pinning him against the covers makes yearning shiver down his spine and ache wantonly between his thighs.]
And what will you do with me?
[The brush of lips and the scrape of teeth at his jaw coax Liem’s head to one side, inviting Cardan’s attention along the curve of his neck, where he is always eager for touch.]
[ As usual, the bed is too large. As usual, he cannot reach the nightstand without peeling himself away from his husband -- and he doesn't want to, not when he's so breathlessly enamoured with the way Liem feels against him. It makes him growl -- frustrated -- and then nip at the pale, tender skin he's been offered so eagerly. ]
I want to fuck you, [ he murmurs, between the work of trailing heavy kisses over Liem's throat, his collar bone, down to his shoulder. Such a simple want -- never mind that he just came, never mind that it's obvious -- he does not have it in him to be circumspect. ] I wish to be inside you, Liem.
[ His hands trail down to Liem's hips, but the problem remains frustratingly unsolvable -- so he touches Liem instead, closing greedy fingers around his cock to stroke. His husband must be desperate indeed, after such a long time with naught but teasing and denial; it is cruel of Cardan to stoke it further, but he cannot help himself. Besides, he needs time to think, not that it is easy with lust shivering through him, increasingly heady. As ever, Liem's nearness is too distracting, too tender, too terribly dear. Cardan cannot remember a time before he had wanted him so. ]
[Cardan is right to think that Liem must be desperate after being hungry for this long. Even as he sinks back against the covers, fingers finding their way into Cardan’s hair as hot kisses roam down Liem’s neck, eagerness shivers through him with every shift of his husband’s body over him and every heated touch of his covetous hands. Cardan’s low murmur makes that eagerness throb more insistently, so that when greedy fingers wrap around him and stroke, Liem can’t stifle the sudden moan that escapes him as his hips squirm up, into the obliging caress.
He does want to be fucked, of course—but he has never been able to resist his husband’s hands on him. It always robs him so completely of his senses.]
Ah… fuck…
[Liem tips his head, pressing a mindless kiss to one damp, raven temple. Perversely, even when Cardan is consistently the source of his torments, Liem only ever finds himself wanting to press closer, to wrap around him and hold him tight. After all, even if Cardan will only torture him further, how could he not be starved for his touch and his nearness regardless?]
[ He arches into the cadence of that heated moan. Liem's vulnerability strikes a keening hunger in him -- it ever has, and he imagines it ever will. Cardan lifts his head to look at him, propped up on an elbow, and has to bite his lip immediately as he sucks in a shaky breath. Seeing Liem sprawled against the covers like this, mussed and tense with need, caught up in his desperation-- How could it not make lust flare through Cardan, wild and all-consuming? He feels a little savage with it, unfettered to a degree that would frighten him, were he only a little more sensible to begin with.
He doesn't want to leave Liem, not even for a moment. Selfishly, cruelly, he does not want to. And yet, and yet... ]
Liem.
[ His voice is low, breathlessly insistent. The stroke of his hot fingers remains pitilessly demanding. ]
Liem, drink from me.
[ Cardan needs him more desperate, more intoxicated. He needs him as close to the line of overwhelm as possible. He wanted it before -- he always wants it -- but he needs it now. ]
[When Cardan shifts up to look at him, Liem is sure he must look debauched indeed—flushed and heavy-eyed with desire, his skin freshly stamped with Cardan’s hungry kisses. His chest moves impatiently as his eyes follow Cardan’s retreat; his arm around Cardan draws tighter, reluctant to allow him even this small distance.
If Liem drinks from him now, the sensation will overwhelm him, he’s certain. He is already so alight with need, gasping and eager beneath Cardan’s touch. He will not weather the taste of his blood as well.
But perhaps that is how Cardan wants him. Whatever his wants, Liem cannot refuse the urgent, breathless cadence of his demand. His hands, clutching Cardan close, grow more insistent.]
Then come here.
[Eager with longing, still caught and breathless amidst the relentless waves of pleasure throbbing beneath his skin, he nuzzles along Cardan’s neck, lips brushing the hot, frantic pulse beating there. He breathes in, and Cardan’s scent envelops him, lush and bright and intoxicating, the scent of everything he loves. Liem closes his eyes, finds a gentler pulse with his mouth, and with the slide of fangs and a soft groan, he loses himself in the taste of him.]
[ It's too easy to lose himself in the pleasure of it: the eager way Liem draws him close, the pleasurable tension that draws him taut as that cool mouth wanders his skin. And then, always: the burst of pain as fangs pierce his skin. He loves it, has loved it from the very first time. It is unimaginable that such an act should be both so vulnerable and provoke such a fierce possessive impulse in him, the urge to cradle Liem close and wrap around him like a jealous dragon.
Yes, it's too easy to lose himself in it, and so he must take care to avoid doing so. He takes a shaky breath, opens his eyes, and wills himself to focus. It will be easier for him, surely: unlike Liem, he has not been suffering the torment of denial for the better part of an hour.
Cardan plans on denying him one more time. Perhaps Liem might expect this from him, but Cardan doesn't think so: it's rare for him to take his bullying quite this far. He's too impatient, too eager for pleasure -- Liem's, his own. If not for Liem's enthusiasm in sucking him off, he would have been too impatient now.
And the hungry, keen part of him ever wants to see it: the moment of truth, when his husband realizes just how cruel Cardan is willing to be to him, when the hand insistently stoking his pleasure grows terrible and unforgiving in its denial of the same. ]
[Liem is not expecting it. When he bites Cardan, when he holds him close and indulges in the drugging taste of him, his only thought is for the warm weight of Cardan’s body, the vibrant scent and taste of him, and the heated stroke of his hand. He gives himself entirely to the intimate closeness between them, wrapping him up like a silken cocoon that makes all else disappear. There is only his lover, the tide of sensation pulling at him, and his own wild, all-consuming need.
Restless beneath Cardan’s hands, he arches and gasps against him as pleasure surges bright and urgent in the wake of Cardan’s touch. And when that indulgent touch turns hard and forbidding in the face of his swelling desire, the tender hands buried in dark hair and roaming Cardan’s back clutch painfully in sudden, heedless need.]
Oh—!
[A startled whimper escapes Liem as he bucks against Cardan, gasping against his bloodied neck. He writhes uselessly as waves of urgent pleasure batter against him, pushing him up against the cruel edge of his climax even as Cardan refuses to let him cross over.]
[ The delicious pain of Liem’s hands clutching at him makes him moan, lurid and smug in his tender cruelty. He tucks his smile against the side of Liem’s head even as he presses into him, intent on pinning him to the bed with the weight of his own body. There is a savage satisfaction in this, too; it makes him feel like he has all of his husband, every last part of him. Surely this Liem -- who is anointed with Cardan's own lifeblood, whose pleasure is entirely at Cardan’s whim -- this Liem belongs only to him. ]
Just like that, husband, [ he purrs, sweet as honey, tipping his head to brush his mouth over the shell of Liem’s ear. His own breathing is harsh in his lungs. ] Just like that.
[ He loves that fretful obedience; he loves that, even tortured as he is, Liem doesn't fight him, not truly. He loves the way his name sounds on Liem's tongue. Lust throbs through him, much hotter and more urgent than even he expects, so soon after his recent orgasm.
Which is just as well. ]
Be a good boy, [ he adds, after a moment, ] and let me know when you've finished drinking.
[ Cardan would loath to interrupt him, after all. More than he has, anyway. ]
[It is incredible how Cardan’s pitiless denial wipes every single thought from Liem’s head, even more completely than orgasm itself would. Desperate, frustrated need fills every part of him, from the taut, trembling body arching against Cardan’s to the fingertips dragging red lines across Cardan’s skin. His fretful breaths break against Cardan’s neck and shoulder as Liem whimpers again, finally subsiding against the bed, conscious only of the warm lips brushing his ear and the weight of the body pinning him there.]
Cardan…
[He echoes it in breathless complaint, too scattered and alive with sensation to manage anything else. He can only press his cheek to the hot curve of Cardan’s shoulder and inhale his comforting scent, letting Cardan’s presence wrap him up and ease the desperate tension gripping him.
Longing filling his chest like a thunderstorm, Liem lets his mouth find the wound on Cardan’s throat again, licking flowing blood from his skin as the memory of urgent pleasure trembles through him. He needs his touch so badly, he cannot bear it. Astonishingly, even the blood trickling from Cardan’s throat cannot distract him from this desire, and he pulls back after only another moment more, his fingers gentle now as they brush Cardan’s temple.]
[ Liem fails to follow his instruction, but Cardan cannot hold it against him -- not when his husband is so tender and so desperate, so clearly beside himself with desire. He cannot recall the last time he had seen Liem this scattered. It fills him with a terrible, thrumming hunger, so powerful he has to bite his lip and close his eyes against it.
He's careful when he pulls his hand from Liem's cock, careful when he splays his hands over his husband's hips. His tender touch sweeps up Liem's trembling flanks, trails over his ribs, up his chest and then his arms, until Cardan can seize his wrists and pull them up over his head. He pins them there, too, shivering with satisfaction even as he rues the loss of the gentle touch at his brow.
When he pushes himself up, peeling himself away from Liem's body, his smile is radiant with delighted malice. ]
Stay, [ he bids Liem, softly. And because he cannot help himself, he leans down to brush his mouth against Liem's bloodied lips, gentle as a breath. ] Stay as you are, husband, and you shall have your reward.
[No matter how much he might wish to, Liem cannot gather himself enough to be good for Cardan in all the ways he might ask. He is too wound-up, too distracted with want for him to remember his manners. He can barely find his tongue at all, let alone use it with anything resembling courtesy.
Especially when all he wishes is to use his mouth on Cardan. He cannot help but frown, unbidden and forlorn, when Cardan pulls away from him, the hands pinning his wrists forbidding him from attempting to close the distance between them. The warm transit of those hands still hums in memory beneath his skin, filling him with eagerness now unmet.
But he remains still and compliant, even when the brush of lips against his mouth makes him yearn to wrap around Cardan anew. He murmurs instead,] As you wish.
[How easily Cardan bids him, even though he is the source of Liem’s woes. One corner of his mouth lifts at the sight of that terrible, villainous smile.]
[ How strange, that the quirk of Liem's mouth sends such terrible, giddy affection through him. Truly, his husband is indefatigable: he has suffered so much denial, and yet still offers himself up for more of the same. ]
But in either case, it is persistently yours.
[ Though not for the next few seconds, perhaps. He sits up fully, slipping his hands from Liem's skin. At the last moment, he will glance over his husband, his expression coyly shuttered. ]
Close your eyes, Liem.
[ He doesn't assume lack of sight will make his movements much of a mystery to Liem -- he will certainly hear the whisper of sheets on skin as Cardan moves over to the nightstand, the soft clink of the bottle lid flicking open. He'll feel Cardan's weight shift against the bed as he returns. Perhaps he might feel Cardan's gaze, too; certainly it seems like he must, with how keenly lust pulses through Cardan at the look of him, at the elegant line of Liem's body stretched across the sheets, taut with erotic tension.
The slide of warm, oil-slick fingers starts at the hollow of Liem's throat. They are leisurely as they make their descent -- past his collar bones, over his chest, and lower, lower, painting glistening paths down his trim stomach and abdomen -- before Cardan moves, his other hand urging Liem's thighs apart so he can settle between them -- and finally, once more, take him in hand.
And if the sigh that falls from Cardan's lips sounds relieved, surely Liem will be too distracted to notice. ]
[Liem does not want to wait. He does not want to endure more of his own impatience, without the pleasure of Cardan’s touch to temper his wanting. But Cardan has bid him to be still, and when he tells him to close his eyes… how could he do anything else?
He wants the reward Cardan has promised, vague as that promise had been. He wants to be at the mercy of Cardan’s whims, and if those whims are cruel then so be it. His husband is right; whether Cardan’s attention is a blessing or a curse, it still belongs to Liem, and he is greedy in his refusal to relinquish it.
The touch of warm, oil-slick fingers at his throat makes Liem draw a small, sudden breath, the skin beneath Cardan’s touch alive with anticipation. But his eyes remain closed, even as that touch trails down the taut, eager lines of his body, coaxing a small shiver here, a ticklish twitch there. His lack of sight only makes him more aware of the delicate touch, and when Cardan finally moves between his thighs and slides those gentle fingers around his cock once again, the soft sound that falls from Liem’s throat is all eagerness.
He wants and wants and wants—Cardan’s touch, his kiss, his greed and his cruelty and his affection. He wants Cardan to fuck him until he aches, and he wants him to cradle him close and torment him with his kisses. His hunger for him seems to have no end, so it’s just as well that his husband is the most insatiable person Liem has ever known.]
[ Cardan meant to get closer -- meant to move from where he's kneeling between Liem's thighs -- but he cannot pull his eyes off of him long enough to do so. ]
How beautiful you are.
[ It's such a plain sentiment, spoken too bluntly, and yet he is too caught up to think of anything more fanciful just then. He can only breathe out, less measured than he means to be, and give Liem the reward he was promised -- the stroke of slick fingers over the silken length of his cock, leisurely but insistent. He is hungry for this, too; he wants to see that gorgeous tension grow through Liem's body, wants to catalogue every shiver and each fitful breath.
It's just that this desire wars with his need to put his mouth on Liem's skin. For a moment, he hesitates, caught between two different types of greed-- but he can't deny them both, after all. Not after he promised Liem that he would be rewarded; not after teasing them both for such a long time. ]
...come here.
[ His voice is rough with it. His free hand finds Liem's waist to splay greedy fingers towards the small of his back, urging him up, into Cardan's lap. ]
[When Cardan calls him beautiful, Liem feels awareness sweep teasingly through him, magnifying every sensation caressing his skin. He is aware of how he must look, stretched out supine on the bed, flushed and tousled and gasping, mouth smeared with traces of Cardan’s blood. It must be a pleasing sight indeed for his husband, and embarrassment threatens to creep in behind the waves of urgent need inspired by the slick hand stroking his cock.
But Cardan does not allow him such a luxury. He demands Liem’s attention, pulling the leash of it taut so Liem is occupied with the rough warmth of his voice and the insistent hand urging him up, into Cardan’s lap. Liem is pushing himself upright, fitting himself hungrily against Cardan, before he even has a chance to consider what his embarrassment was even for.
He is too busy seeking Cardan’s mouth to assault it with breathless, longing kisses, too busy sliding demanding, covetous hands up Cardan’s flanks and over his chest. If he is to shiver and pant and be driven mad with the relentless demands of his pleasure, he would much rather do so in Cardan’s arms.]
[ It's difficult to remain on task with a lap full of his husband, who is so obviously just on this side of desperation. And yet, and yet: is it not better this way, when he can feel every shudder and gasp against his skin? He fields Liem's kisses with his own rising impatience; despite that he should be much less frantic, he feels scorched by his husband's hunger. He will never not be endlessly greedy for this, not ever -- how lucky, then, that he has wed a man who wishes to be tormented in this way.
Even so, Cardan will not be led astray entirely. The hand that pulled Liem close slips away. When it returns, it is to slide languid, oil-slick fingertips against Liem's entrance. His smirk, when he manages to pull away from kissing, is as breathless as it is malevolent. ]
Shall I give you more of me, husband? ...or will it be too overwhelming for you?
[ Neither of the questions are earnest; he is sure of the answer. Liem has never once refused him, even when the task has been impossible. He has found his husband quite prideful in his ability to endure, and surprisingly receptive to a little provocation of said pride.
It's just that he loves to hear Liem say it, even when the both of them know he is lying through his pointed teeth. ]
[Cardan’s question, spoken alongside the gentle slide of fingers teasing tender skin, makes Liem frown, even as the insistent touch continues to pull shallow gasps from his lungs. He regards Cardan’s wicked smile with bemused frustration, impatience burning low in his belly, fed fierce and hot by Cardan’s smell and taste, his feverish closeness and the maddening touch of his hands.]
Why would that matter at all?
[Since when has Cardan been cautious of overwhelming Liem when touching him? If anything, Liem would have thought that was his goal. And certainly Liem cannot resist more of his husband’s touch, no matter what the consequences for him may be.
Pressing closer, he nuzzles against Cardan’s jaw, inhaling the sharp, bright scent of him, warm skin and hot blood. It trembles through him, making Liem squirm against the slick hands still stealing his reason.]
[ He has to laugh, then, helplessly beguiled by Liem's earnestness in the face of his teasing. Never mind that he cannot help his sharp intake of breath when Liem squirms in his lap; never mind that his desire for Liem pulses through him with every heartbeat. ]
You are right. How foolish of me.
[ He wants to give Liem everything he wants and more, wants to drown him in pleasure's excesses, wants him a little mad, sick with lust and indulgence. He breathes in, turning his head so he can press his mouth to Liem's cheek, his temple, adorning him with distracted kisses. ]
You are, as ever, my sweetest vice.
[ Nothing and no one else so baits Cardan's hunger. When he presses slick fingers inside Liem, it is with a breathless, greedy longing. He wants Liem's mouth on his skin, desperate and wanting. He wants the bite of nails on his back again, wants the urgent gasps and the poetry of his lover's body pushed to its very limit. Nothing could make him tire of it. ]
[A soft murmur escapes Liem as Cardan’s warm lips wander the side of his face. Truly, being at the mercy of Cardan’s touch makes him stupid, particularly when the taste of his blood has magnified that pleasure so it swallows everything else. No matter how thoughtful and discerning he might take pride in being at other times, when he is in Cardan’s arms, the only thoughts that remain in his head are those busy luxuriating in his husband’s ardent attention.
It does overwhelm him. The press of slick fingers inside him draws a shallow gasp from his throat, and the unrelenting attention of Cardan’s hands continues to send tight little shivers through him. By now he has concluded that Cardan isn’t going to let him come until he’s fucking him, but Liem doesn’t know how he’s meant to last that long without going insane, especially when he treats him like this. Taut with need roiling in him like a storm, he closes his eyes against it as his spine arches and his fingers curl restlessly against Cardan’s chest.]
Cardan, ahh…
[He can’t, he can’t endure this. His need is too fierce, and the sensations too keen. He has waited so long already; he doesn’t know how to find the patience to wait more when pleasure is already swamping his every coherent thought, growing like an avalanche he lacks the fortitude to withstand.]
[ Never does he feel so much that his husband is his and his alone, as when Liem is so eager and overwrought in his arms. There is no measure for the savage tenderness this engenders in him. He can only press his mouth to Liem's, sure that he looks as helplessly enamoured as he feels, and failing to care at all. ]
Shh, [ he murmurs against Liem's mouth, managing to wrest his tone to something resembling calm, ] just a little longer.
Let me have you like this a while longer, Liem...
[ As he is now: caught between sensation and satisfaction, so terribly, breathlessly impatient. It makes Cardan shiver with his own keen desire. In truth, he doesn't know how much longer he can wait, either -- not when Liem arches so against him, not when he says Cardan's name like that. He needs to have him, and soon, and if that's selfish -- well, Liem is surely used to Cardan's selfishness by now, anyway. ]
[It is always when Cardan is at his gentlest that he is his most dangerous. It is cruel of him to ask Liem to endure more of this, but when Cardan whispers those coaxing words against his mouth, Liem remains helpless to refuse him. Panting, seeking breathless kisses between rolling waves of urgent pleasure that leave him senseless, he lets Cardan touch him as he likes—even as the need for release threatens to swallow him whole.
After all, Liem was the one who said he wanted this. He told Cardan he wanted more, even if it was overwhelming; he cannot beg for mercy now.
But still, as his arms come greedily around his husband, his hands tremble and bite against the flesh of his shoulders, and the frantic gasps give way to a frustrated groan.]
Fuck—
[The need pounding through him, the pleasure and the stupid, unreasoning longing, all push him teasingly up against the edge of climax. Even though he knows Cardan will not let him cross over, even if it will just torment him further, he cannot pull himself back, only moan in breathless protest and squirm again into the relentless slide of Cardan’s hand.]
[ He didn't plan on being this cruel, not really. He could have let Liem come -- and then fucked him, sweetly, patiently, until his husband recovered his vigour. Perhaps he will still fuck him like that, since he cannot imagine Liem will last long, in any case.
It's just that Cardan is always greedy.
He wants Liem's climax for himself. He wants to feel the desperation that pours off of his husband, wants to have him in every way possible when he finally, finally comes. The hard grasp on his shoulders only narrows his focus, sharpens his intemperate, terrible desire for the man in his lap.
So: he denies Liem. One last time, he thinks, but doesn't say, because he's not entirely certain he can make the promise. Instead, he will dip forward to sink his teeth into the crook of Liem's shoulder, careful and indulgent, even as the grip of his hand grows forbidding again. In contrast to his husband, Cardan has settled into a calm stillness, save for his thundering heartbeat and the agitated coiling of his tail. All his attention is on Liem -- Liem's pleasure and his torment, his voice, the frantic tension in his body; there is nothing left over for his own pounding need, no matter how much it claws at his restraint.
And when it's over, he will pull his fingers from Liem's body with the same deliberate care, curling his hands over the curve of his husband's ass, so he can urge him to rise. ]
I'm going to fuck you now, [ he says, because they are surely far past the point of obliquely-worded sentiments. The smile on his face is a little tight with impatience. ]
[Cardan doesn’t let him come; of course he doesn’t. Liem is forced to shiver and gasp through the surge of frustrated sensation, straining impotently against Cardan’s hold. Even though he’d expected to be denied, the foreknowledge does nothing to ease the savage need pounding through him, urged on by the grasp of slick hands, by the warm body held close against him and the lush scent pervading his senses.
He doesn’t think he can endure it—but he does endure, and when he has subsided, panting, against his husband, the familiar slide of Cardan’s hands moving to his ass to urge him up could almost make him weep with relief.
He goes where he’s bid, too wild with impatience to even complain about his husband’s cruelty. He needs him too keenly for that. All he can do is poise himself obediently over Cardan’s erection and dip his head to press his face into the soft curtain of Cardan’s hair.]
Please, [he murmurs against those damp curls. If Cardan fucks him now, he won’t last, but he cannot wait any longer. He has been waiting since Cardan locked eyes with him in the training grounds; he needs Cardan to have him, has always needed it, and now he cannot think of anything else.]
[ This is the moment he ever loves the most: the held breath of anticipation, the delicious torment of a desire just about to be sated. It makes him linger -- makes him close his eyes and shiver softly into the press of Liem's face against his hair, against the soft cadence of that quiet please. His hands simply rest on Liem's body for a moment, content to hold him.
But only for a moment, because even Cardan's masochism cannot prevail against the heady thrum of his need. He curls his hands over Liem's hips once more, urging him down, finally, onto the waiting length of his cock.
It's overwhelming; it's always overwhelming, especially after such a long wait. His own ragged breathing is loud in his ears as he bites back a wanting, desperate groan; he has to turn his head so he can distract himself with painting desperate, heated kisses onto Liem's neck, his jawline, his mouth. ]
[What irony it is, that Cardan accuses Liem of driving him to madness when he has been devoting himself to naught but driving Liem mad for what feels like an eternity. Liem is overwrought with it, caught gasping in the grip of his pleasure and his need as Cardan sheathes himself tightly inside him and paints hot kisses against the tender skin of his neck. This is what he had wanted, yet now that he has it, his desperation grips him just as keenly as before.
He seeks that feverish mouth with singleminded devotion, running gentle hands up Cardan’s shoulders and neck to capture his face, keeping him at the mercy of his ardent, hungry kisses. It is the only thing keeping him at all sane, given how alight he feels with desire. Kissing Cardan always steals all his attention, and now it is the rock he clings to amidst the storm threatening to overwhelm him completely.
But at least he is not alone. One thing he cherishes about his marriage is that Cardan has ever been just as susceptible to the lure of want for him as Liem might have wished.]
And I shall continue, [he breathes between demanding kisses,] for as long… as I can capture your desire.
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This is what he is so terribly, helplessly starved for. He wants Cardan’s desire—wants to feel that feral hunger that Cardan sometimes seems so reluctant to fully reveal to him. Hypocritically, he doesn’t want his husband to rein in the hard clutch of his hands, the impatient demands of senseless lust. If every part of him belongs to Cardan—and it does—he wants to feel possessed beyond what is reasonable or even respectful. Just now, he would much rather his husband be beyond reason altogether.
He follows Cardan further onto the bed like a clinging vine, seeking him with hungry mouth and hands. The familiar weight of Cardan pinning him against the covers makes yearning shiver down his spine and ache wantonly between his thighs.]
And what will you do with me?
[The brush of lips and the scrape of teeth at his jaw coax Liem’s head to one side, inviting Cardan’s attention along the curve of his neck, where he is always eager for touch.]
Husband…
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I want to fuck you, [ he murmurs, between the work of trailing heavy kisses over Liem's throat, his collar bone, down to his shoulder. Such a simple want -- never mind that he just came, never mind that it's obvious -- he does not have it in him to be circumspect. ] I wish to be inside you, Liem.
[ His hands trail down to Liem's hips, but the problem remains frustratingly unsolvable -- so he touches Liem instead, closing greedy fingers around his cock to stroke. His husband must be desperate indeed, after such a long time with naught but teasing and denial; it is cruel of Cardan to stoke it further, but he cannot help himself. Besides, he needs time to think, not that it is easy with lust shivering through him, increasingly heady. As ever, Liem's nearness is too distracting, too tender, too terribly dear. Cardan cannot remember a time before he had wanted him so. ]
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He does want to be fucked, of course—but he has never been able to resist his husband’s hands on him. It always robs him so completely of his senses.]
Ah… fuck…
[Liem tips his head, pressing a mindless kiss to one damp, raven temple. Perversely, even when Cardan is consistently the source of his torments, Liem only ever finds himself wanting to press closer, to wrap around him and hold him tight. After all, even if Cardan will only torture him further, how could he not be starved for his touch and his nearness regardless?]
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He doesn't want to leave Liem, not even for a moment. Selfishly, cruelly, he does not want to. And yet, and yet... ]
Liem.
[ His voice is low, breathlessly insistent. The stroke of his hot fingers remains pitilessly demanding. ]
Liem, drink from me.
[ Cardan needs him more desperate, more intoxicated. He needs him as close to the line of overwhelm as possible. He wanted it before -- he always wants it -- but he needs it now. ]
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If Liem drinks from him now, the sensation will overwhelm him, he’s certain. He is already so alight with need, gasping and eager beneath Cardan’s touch. He will not weather the taste of his blood as well.
But perhaps that is how Cardan wants him. Whatever his wants, Liem cannot refuse the urgent, breathless cadence of his demand. His hands, clutching Cardan close, grow more insistent.]
Then come here.
[Eager with longing, still caught and breathless amidst the relentless waves of pleasure throbbing beneath his skin, he nuzzles along Cardan’s neck, lips brushing the hot, frantic pulse beating there. He breathes in, and Cardan’s scent envelops him, lush and bright and intoxicating, the scent of everything he loves. Liem closes his eyes, finds a gentler pulse with his mouth, and with the slide of fangs and a soft groan, he loses himself in the taste of him.]
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Yes, it's too easy to lose himself in it, and so he must take care to avoid doing so. He takes a shaky breath, opens his eyes, and wills himself to focus. It will be easier for him, surely: unlike Liem, he has not been suffering the torment of denial for the better part of an hour.
Cardan plans on denying him one more time. Perhaps Liem might expect this from him, but Cardan doesn't think so: it's rare for him to take his bullying quite this far. He's too impatient, too eager for pleasure -- Liem's, his own. If not for Liem's enthusiasm in sucking him off, he would have been too impatient now.
And the hungry, keen part of him ever wants to see it: the moment of truth, when his husband realizes just how cruel Cardan is willing to be to him, when the hand insistently stoking his pleasure grows terrible and unforgiving in its denial of the same. ]
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Restless beneath Cardan’s hands, he arches and gasps against him as pleasure surges bright and urgent in the wake of Cardan’s touch. And when that indulgent touch turns hard and forbidding in the face of his swelling desire, the tender hands buried in dark hair and roaming Cardan’s back clutch painfully in sudden, heedless need.]
Oh—!
[A startled whimper escapes Liem as he bucks against Cardan, gasping against his bloodied neck. He writhes uselessly as waves of urgent pleasure batter against him, pushing him up against the cruel edge of his climax even as Cardan refuses to let him cross over.]
Cardan—
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Just like that, husband, [ he purrs, sweet as honey, tipping his head to brush his mouth over the shell of Liem’s ear. His own breathing is harsh in his lungs. ] Just like that.
[ He loves that fretful obedience; he loves that, even tortured as he is, Liem doesn't fight him, not truly. He loves the way his name sounds on Liem's tongue. Lust throbs through him, much hotter and more urgent than even he expects, so soon after his recent orgasm.
Which is just as well. ]
Be a good boy, [ he adds, after a moment, ] and let me know when you've finished drinking.
[ Cardan would loath to interrupt him, after all. More than he has, anyway. ]
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Cardan…
[He echoes it in breathless complaint, too scattered and alive with sensation to manage anything else. He can only press his cheek to the hot curve of Cardan’s shoulder and inhale his comforting scent, letting Cardan’s presence wrap him up and ease the desperate tension gripping him.
Longing filling his chest like a thunderstorm, Liem lets his mouth find the wound on Cardan’s throat again, licking flowing blood from his skin as the memory of urgent pleasure trembles through him. He needs his touch so badly, he cannot bear it. Astonishingly, even the blood trickling from Cardan’s throat cannot distract him from this desire, and he pulls back after only another moment more, his fingers gentle now as they brush Cardan’s temple.]
Cardan, please…
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He's careful when he pulls his hand from Liem's cock, careful when he splays his hands over his husband's hips. His tender touch sweeps up Liem's trembling flanks, trails over his ribs, up his chest and then his arms, until Cardan can seize his wrists and pull them up over his head. He pins them there, too, shivering with satisfaction even as he rues the loss of the gentle touch at his brow.
When he pushes himself up, peeling himself away from Liem's body, his smile is radiant with delighted malice. ]
Stay, [ he bids Liem, softly. And because he cannot help himself, he leans down to brush his mouth against Liem's bloodied lips, gentle as a breath. ] Stay as you are, husband, and you shall have your reward.
[ In time, he doesn't say. ]
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Especially when all he wishes is to use his mouth on Cardan. He cannot help but frown, unbidden and forlorn, when Cardan pulls away from him, the hands pinning his wrists forbidding him from attempting to close the distance between them. The warm transit of those hands still hums in memory beneath his skin, filling him with eagerness now unmet.
But he remains still and compliant, even when the brush of lips against his mouth makes him yearn to wrap around Cardan anew. He murmurs instead,] As you wish.
[How easily Cardan bids him, even though he is the source of Liem’s woes. One corner of his mouth lifts at the sight of that terrible, villainous smile.]
Your touch is my succour. And my torment.
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But in either case, it is persistently yours.
[ Though not for the next few seconds, perhaps. He sits up fully, slipping his hands from Liem's skin. At the last moment, he will glance over his husband, his expression coyly shuttered. ]
Close your eyes, Liem.
[ He doesn't assume lack of sight will make his movements much of a mystery to Liem -- he will certainly hear the whisper of sheets on skin as Cardan moves over to the nightstand, the soft clink of the bottle lid flicking open. He'll feel Cardan's weight shift against the bed as he returns. Perhaps he might feel Cardan's gaze, too; certainly it seems like he must, with how keenly lust pulses through Cardan at the look of him, at the elegant line of Liem's body stretched across the sheets, taut with erotic tension.
The slide of warm, oil-slick fingers starts at the hollow of Liem's throat. They are leisurely as they make their descent -- past his collar bones, over his chest, and lower, lower, painting glistening paths down his trim stomach and abdomen -- before Cardan moves, his other hand urging Liem's thighs apart so he can settle between them -- and finally, once more, take him in hand.
And if the sigh that falls from Cardan's lips sounds relieved, surely Liem will be too distracted to notice. ]
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He wants the reward Cardan has promised, vague as that promise had been. He wants to be at the mercy of Cardan’s whims, and if those whims are cruel then so be it. His husband is right; whether Cardan’s attention is a blessing or a curse, it still belongs to Liem, and he is greedy in his refusal to relinquish it.
The touch of warm, oil-slick fingers at his throat makes Liem draw a small, sudden breath, the skin beneath Cardan’s touch alive with anticipation. But his eyes remain closed, even as that touch trails down the taut, eager lines of his body, coaxing a small shiver here, a ticklish twitch there. His lack of sight only makes him more aware of the delicate touch, and when Cardan finally moves between his thighs and slides those gentle fingers around his cock once again, the soft sound that falls from Liem’s throat is all eagerness.
He wants and wants and wants—Cardan’s touch, his kiss, his greed and his cruelty and his affection. He wants Cardan to fuck him until he aches, and he wants him to cradle him close and torment him with his kisses. His hunger for him seems to have no end, so it’s just as well that his husband is the most insatiable person Liem has ever known.]
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How beautiful you are.
[ It's such a plain sentiment, spoken too bluntly, and yet he is too caught up to think of anything more fanciful just then. He can only breathe out, less measured than he means to be, and give Liem the reward he was promised -- the stroke of slick fingers over the silken length of his cock, leisurely but insistent. He is hungry for this, too; he wants to see that gorgeous tension grow through Liem's body, wants to catalogue every shiver and each fitful breath.
It's just that this desire wars with his need to put his mouth on Liem's skin. For a moment, he hesitates, caught between two different types of greed-- but he can't deny them both, after all. Not after he promised Liem that he would be rewarded; not after teasing them both for such a long time. ]
...come here.
[ His voice is rough with it. His free hand finds Liem's waist to splay greedy fingers towards the small of his back, urging him up, into Cardan's lap. ]
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But Cardan does not allow him such a luxury. He demands Liem’s attention, pulling the leash of it taut so Liem is occupied with the rough warmth of his voice and the insistent hand urging him up, into Cardan’s lap. Liem is pushing himself upright, fitting himself hungrily against Cardan, before he even has a chance to consider what his embarrassment was even for.
He is too busy seeking Cardan’s mouth to assault it with breathless, longing kisses, too busy sliding demanding, covetous hands up Cardan’s flanks and over his chest. If he is to shiver and pant and be driven mad with the relentless demands of his pleasure, he would much rather do so in Cardan’s arms.]
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Even so, Cardan will not be led astray entirely. The hand that pulled Liem close slips away. When it returns, it is to slide languid, oil-slick fingertips against Liem's entrance. His smirk, when he manages to pull away from kissing, is as breathless as it is malevolent. ]
Shall I give you more of me, husband? ...or will it be too overwhelming for you?
[ Neither of the questions are earnest; he is sure of the answer. Liem has never once refused him, even when the task has been impossible. He has found his husband quite prideful in his ability to endure, and surprisingly receptive to a little provocation of said pride.
It's just that he loves to hear Liem say it, even when the both of them know he is lying through his pointed teeth. ]
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Why would that matter at all?
[Since when has Cardan been cautious of overwhelming Liem when touching him? If anything, Liem would have thought that was his goal. And certainly Liem cannot resist more of his husband’s touch, no matter what the consequences for him may be.
Pressing closer, he nuzzles against Cardan’s jaw, inhaling the sharp, bright scent of him, warm skin and hot blood. It trembles through him, making Liem squirm against the slick hands still stealing his reason.]
I want it, Cardan.
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You are right. How foolish of me.
[ He wants to give Liem everything he wants and more, wants to drown him in pleasure's excesses, wants him a little mad, sick with lust and indulgence. He breathes in, turning his head so he can press his mouth to Liem's cheek, his temple, adorning him with distracted kisses. ]
You are, as ever, my sweetest vice.
[ Nothing and no one else so baits Cardan's hunger. When he presses slick fingers inside Liem, it is with a breathless, greedy longing. He wants Liem's mouth on his skin, desperate and wanting. He wants the bite of nails on his back again, wants the urgent gasps and the poetry of his lover's body pushed to its very limit. Nothing could make him tire of it. ]
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[A soft murmur escapes Liem as Cardan’s warm lips wander the side of his face. Truly, being at the mercy of Cardan’s touch makes him stupid, particularly when the taste of his blood has magnified that pleasure so it swallows everything else. No matter how thoughtful and discerning he might take pride in being at other times, when he is in Cardan’s arms, the only thoughts that remain in his head are those busy luxuriating in his husband’s ardent attention.
It does overwhelm him. The press of slick fingers inside him draws a shallow gasp from his throat, and the unrelenting attention of Cardan’s hands continues to send tight little shivers through him. By now he has concluded that Cardan isn’t going to let him come until he’s fucking him, but Liem doesn’t know how he’s meant to last that long without going insane, especially when he treats him like this. Taut with need roiling in him like a storm, he closes his eyes against it as his spine arches and his fingers curl restlessly against Cardan’s chest.]
Cardan, ahh…
[He can’t, he can’t endure this. His need is too fierce, and the sensations too keen. He has waited so long already; he doesn’t know how to find the patience to wait more when pleasure is already swamping his every coherent thought, growing like an avalanche he lacks the fortitude to withstand.]
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Shh, [ he murmurs against Liem's mouth, managing to wrest his tone to something resembling calm, ] just a little longer.
Let me have you like this a while longer, Liem...
[ As he is now: caught between sensation and satisfaction, so terribly, breathlessly impatient. It makes Cardan shiver with his own keen desire. In truth, he doesn't know how much longer he can wait, either -- not when Liem arches so against him, not when he says Cardan's name like that. He needs to have him, and soon, and if that's selfish -- well, Liem is surely used to Cardan's selfishness by now, anyway. ]
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After all, Liem was the one who said he wanted this. He told Cardan he wanted more, even if it was overwhelming; he cannot beg for mercy now.
But still, as his arms come greedily around his husband, his hands tremble and bite against the flesh of his shoulders, and the frantic gasps give way to a frustrated groan.]
Fuck—
[The need pounding through him, the pleasure and the stupid, unreasoning longing, all push him teasingly up against the edge of climax. Even though he knows Cardan will not let him cross over, even if it will just torment him further, he cannot pull himself back, only moan in breathless protest and squirm again into the relentless slide of Cardan’s hand.]
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It's just that Cardan is always greedy.
He wants Liem's climax for himself. He wants to feel the desperation that pours off of his husband, wants to have him in every way possible when he finally, finally comes. The hard grasp on his shoulders only narrows his focus, sharpens his intemperate, terrible desire for the man in his lap.
So: he denies Liem. One last time, he thinks, but doesn't say, because he's not entirely certain he can make the promise. Instead, he will dip forward to sink his teeth into the crook of Liem's shoulder, careful and indulgent, even as the grip of his hand grows forbidding again. In contrast to his husband, Cardan has settled into a calm stillness, save for his thundering heartbeat and the agitated coiling of his tail. All his attention is on Liem -- Liem's pleasure and his torment, his voice, the frantic tension in his body; there is nothing left over for his own pounding need, no matter how much it claws at his restraint.
And when it's over, he will pull his fingers from Liem's body with the same deliberate care, curling his hands over the curve of his husband's ass, so he can urge him to rise. ]
I'm going to fuck you now, [ he says, because they are surely far past the point of obliquely-worded sentiments. The smile on his face is a little tight with impatience. ]
Come here.
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He doesn’t think he can endure it—but he does endure, and when he has subsided, panting, against his husband, the familiar slide of Cardan’s hands moving to his ass to urge him up could almost make him weep with relief.
He goes where he’s bid, too wild with impatience to even complain about his husband’s cruelty. He needs him too keenly for that. All he can do is poise himself obediently over Cardan’s erection and dip his head to press his face into the soft curtain of Cardan’s hair.]
Please, [he murmurs against those damp curls. If Cardan fucks him now, he won’t last, but he cannot wait any longer. He has been waiting since Cardan locked eyes with him in the training grounds; he needs Cardan to have him, has always needed it, and now he cannot think of anything else.]
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But only for a moment, because even Cardan's masochism cannot prevail against the heady thrum of his need. He curls his hands over Liem's hips once more, urging him down, finally, onto the waiting length of his cock.
It's overwhelming; it's always overwhelming, especially after such a long wait. His own ragged breathing is loud in his ears as he bites back a wanting, desperate groan; he has to turn his head so he can distract himself with painting desperate, heated kisses onto Liem's neck, his jawline, his mouth. ]
You... hah... drive me to such madness--
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He seeks that feverish mouth with singleminded devotion, running gentle hands up Cardan’s shoulders and neck to capture his face, keeping him at the mercy of his ardent, hungry kisses. It is the only thing keeping him at all sane, given how alight he feels with desire. Kissing Cardan always steals all his attention, and now it is the rock he clings to amidst the storm threatening to overwhelm him completely.
But at least he is not alone. One thing he cherishes about his marriage is that Cardan has ever been just as susceptible to the lure of want for him as Liem might have wished.]
And I shall continue, [he breathes between demanding kisses,] for as long… as I can capture your desire.
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