[ He breathes in, suppressing a happy little shiver when Liem's lithe weight settles in his lap. Immediately, Cardan must wind his arms around him again, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he does. At this particular moment -- together in the quiet of the carriage, with no one else to please or consider -- he cannot imagine being happier. Even his nervous tension fades into the background of his thoughts for just a moment.
Liem's question prompts another toothy grin. ]
It would be cruel to deprive you of problems to solve.
[ Especially since Liem has expressed that Cardan was not sufficiently difficult the last time he handed over control. He doesn't particularly plan on rolling over for Liem tonight, but even so -- his honour is waiting to be avenged.
He tips his head, brushes his mouth over the elegant line of Liem's cheekbone, soft as a breath. ]
Have you made plans to be distracted from already, Liem?
[As Cardan surely expected, his answer does nothing to shake the contentment that Liem is currently wearing. After all, when has Liem ever seen his husband’s willfulness and mischief as a problem? He delights in being subjected to Cardan’s whims, all the more so when they end up being inconvenient. He would hate to think that Cardan had used up all his wickedness for the night already.]
Plans?
[His fingers find Cardan’s nape, sliding up into his hair as he shivers pleasurably through the gentle kiss brushing his cheek. He has a mission to fulfill tonight, but the privacy of their rooms is yet some travel away, and Cardan’s soft, unhurried attention is delightful.]
Nothing so concrete. Intentions, only.
[He dares not plan anything down to the details, not when so much of his quest tonight is to indulge all his husband’s wants. He is sure Cardan can manage more than one.
Liem leans close, so his words brush against the curves of Cardan’s lips.]
[ His breath hitches when Liem leans so close. It takes effort to stay just where he is instead of pressing forward to catch that serious, devoted mouth in his own. Even with all the kissing they had done in the theatre, he feels longing tug at him again -- especially now, when Liem is plying him with lewd promises. ]
Only then?
[ His grin remains unabashed, and unabashedly greedy. ]
But I always want your mouth on me, Liem.
[ Even so, he tips his head back, into the palm of Liem's hand, so that he can survey his husband. Cardan's expression is smug; after all, no matter what Liem does or doesn't do in this carriage, he is Cardan's, and what could be more satisfying? ]
[Cardan’s smug self-assurance always manages to spark such helpless eagerness in Liem. He loves the way his husband leans indulgently into his touch, and the hungry way he looks at him, like something delectable he’s about to enjoy. It makes his blood heat and thrill inside him, and drowns his thoughts beneath the want to wrap himself in Cardan’s embrace and invite all his most intemperate desires.
Tonight would seem an ideal occasion to indulge this want—but he has a duty to his husband that he must fulfill, and he cannot afford to forget it. After all, tonight belongs to Cardan just as much as it does to him.]
You always want everything, [Liem reminds him easily—and because Cardan has so obligingly bared it, he strokes cool fingertips up the exposed curve of his throat, indulging in the simple pleasure of touch after hours of keeping his hands to himself. Indulging Cardan’s seemingly ever-present desire to have Liem’s hands on him, too.]
Your wish is my command, husband. If you have demands, you know you need only speak them.
[ He shivers readily into the touch, his eyes sliding shut. Liem has a talent for making him feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful -- just like he has a talent for making Cardan believe his promises, despite that he is bound by naught but his own honour.
Unfortunately for Liem, he has wed a trusting yet flagrant opportunist. Cardan's eyes snap open again; the smile he levies Liem's way is sharply predatory. ]
You are right. I want everything, all the time. But especially to make your life difficult tonight.
[ His hands move over Liem's body -- to his hips, over his thighs and back up to slip under his jacket, to drag his hungry touch up over Liem's clothed chest. There is a comfortable sort of arrogance in the way his fingers close over Liem's chin. ]
We have some time in the carriage, still. Tease yourself a little, husband, would you? I so love seeing you desperate.
[ He pauses, surveying Liem for just a moment, his eyes alight with affectionate malice. ]
[Regardless of the predatory look on Cardan’s face, Liem cannot help but relax into his wandering hands, his eyes sinking shut for a moment as warm fingers close about his chin. In his husband’s hands, he feels just like a piece of some lovingly maintained clockwork, moving and being moved in service to a single delightful purpose. When his gaze meets Cardan’s again, a familiar, placid calm has settled behind it.
Reluctantly, he pulls his hands away from Cardan so he can dance his fingers up the front of his own body, from the fastenings of his trousers to the buttons marching up his waistcoat. Their touch is light, indecisive.]
Desperate sounds rather ambitious.
[If Cardan was touching him? Simplicity itself. But being watched holds no particular allure to Liem. He doubts that Cardan will get the results he wants if Liem just spends a while playing with himself, no matter how earnest his efforts.
Still, he won’t deny him. After a moment’s hesitation, he thumbs open the buttons at his fly and slips his fingers inside.]
I hope, Cardan, that you won’t let me become bored.
[ He watches Liem’s indecision with some surprise. His husband’s tone does not strike him as particularly saucy; yet what other reason would Liem have for suggesting boredom? For a moment, Cardan will only observe him, attentive — will watch the noncommittal way his fingers slide inside his trousers.
….Well, if Liem did want to provoke him, he is on the right track; Cardan will do many things to avoid boredom, and more still to avoid subjecting Liem to the same. Perched on his lap is the last place his husband ought to ever be bored. How could he ever live such a fuckup down?
And so: he smiles, and drags two long fingers down, over Liem’s throat, the knot of his tie, the row of buttons below it. ]
Perhaps you’d like to use my hands instead, husband?
[At the heavy slide of Cardan’s fingers down the length of his body, Liem pauses, his eyes sharpened with sudden interest. Yes: Yes, he does want the use of his lover’s warm, elegant hands. He always wants Cardan’s hands on him, was already far more interested in their possessive touch than in whatever his own hands were tasked with doing.
He observes quietly,] You know I would.
[It is no secret how Liem feels about his husband’s touch.
He steals the offered hand with unhurried deliberateness, almost coy as he guides it down to palm his dick, watching Cardan all the while. This time, the familiar heat of his touch lights sparks beneath his skin, and the languid friction grips his lungs with waiting eagerness, making his intent gaze become distracted with pleasure. As ever, Cardan demands his attention with almost no effort at all, even when his touch is Liem’s to direct.
Because it is still Cardan’s hands on him, and Cardan’s lap in which he’s nestled, and Cardan’s predatory regard watching his every move—and he cannot weather the tease of that heated touch, pliant and cooperative for only this brief moment, without imagining where Cardan’s hunger will lead him next.
And because he remains greedy for Cardan’s warmth as well as his hunger, Liem captures his other hand too, tucking his face against the palm and letting the soft, shallow breaths of his want break against it.]
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Liem's question prompts another toothy grin. ]
It would be cruel to deprive you of problems to solve.
[ Especially since Liem has expressed that Cardan was not sufficiently difficult the last time he handed over control. He doesn't particularly plan on rolling over for Liem tonight, but even so -- his honour is waiting to be avenged.
He tips his head, brushes his mouth over the elegant line of Liem's cheekbone, soft as a breath. ]
Have you made plans to be distracted from already, Liem?
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Plans?
[His fingers find Cardan’s nape, sliding up into his hair as he shivers pleasurably through the gentle kiss brushing his cheek. He has a mission to fulfill tonight, but the privacy of their rooms is yet some travel away, and Cardan’s soft, unhurried attention is delightful.]
Nothing so concrete. Intentions, only.
[He dares not plan anything down to the details, not when so much of his quest tonight is to indulge all his husband’s wants. He is sure Cardan can manage more than one.
Liem leans close, so his words brush against the curves of Cardan’s lips.]
I intend to use my mouth on you, once we return.
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Only then?
[ His grin remains unabashed, and unabashedly greedy. ]
But I always want your mouth on me, Liem.
[ Even so, he tips his head back, into the palm of Liem's hand, so that he can survey his husband. Cardan's expression is smug; after all, no matter what Liem does or doesn't do in this carriage, he is Cardan's, and what could be more satisfying? ]
And I was promised indulgence...
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Tonight would seem an ideal occasion to indulge this want—but he has a duty to his husband that he must fulfill, and he cannot afford to forget it. After all, tonight belongs to Cardan just as much as it does to him.]
You always want everything, [Liem reminds him easily—and because Cardan has so obligingly bared it, he strokes cool fingertips up the exposed curve of his throat, indulging in the simple pleasure of touch after hours of keeping his hands to himself. Indulging Cardan’s seemingly ever-present desire to have Liem’s hands on him, too.]
Your wish is my command, husband. If you have demands, you know you need only speak them.
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Unfortunately for Liem, he has wed a trusting yet flagrant opportunist. Cardan's eyes snap open again; the smile he levies Liem's way is sharply predatory. ]
You are right. I want everything, all the time. But especially to make your life difficult tonight.
[ His hands move over Liem's body -- to his hips, over his thighs and back up to slip under his jacket, to drag his hungry touch up over Liem's clothed chest. There is a comfortable sort of arrogance in the way his fingers close over Liem's chin. ]
We have some time in the carriage, still. Tease yourself a little, husband, would you? I so love seeing you desperate.
[ He pauses, surveying Liem for just a moment, his eyes alight with affectionate malice. ]
...or is it more specific instruction you crave?
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Reluctantly, he pulls his hands away from Cardan so he can dance his fingers up the front of his own body, from the fastenings of his trousers to the buttons marching up his waistcoat. Their touch is light, indecisive.]
Desperate sounds rather ambitious.
[If Cardan was touching him? Simplicity itself. But being watched holds no particular allure to Liem. He doubts that Cardan will get the results he wants if Liem just spends a while playing with himself, no matter how earnest his efforts.
Still, he won’t deny him. After a moment’s hesitation, he thumbs open the buttons at his fly and slips his fingers inside.]
I hope, Cardan, that you won’t let me become bored.
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[ He watches Liem’s indecision with some surprise. His husband’s tone does not strike him as particularly saucy; yet what other reason would Liem have for suggesting boredom? For a moment, Cardan will only observe him, attentive — will watch the noncommittal way his fingers slide inside his trousers.
….Well, if Liem did want to provoke him, he is on the right track; Cardan will do many things to avoid boredom, and more still to avoid subjecting Liem to the same. Perched on his lap is the last place his husband ought to ever be bored. How could he ever live such a fuckup down?
And so: he smiles, and drags two long fingers down, over Liem’s throat, the knot of his tie, the row of buttons below it. ]
Perhaps you’d like to use my hands instead, husband?
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He observes quietly,] You know I would.
[It is no secret how Liem feels about his husband’s touch.
He steals the offered hand with unhurried deliberateness, almost coy as he guides it down to palm his dick, watching Cardan all the while. This time, the familiar heat of his touch lights sparks beneath his skin, and the languid friction grips his lungs with waiting eagerness, making his intent gaze become distracted with pleasure. As ever, Cardan demands his attention with almost no effort at all, even when his touch is Liem’s to direct.
Because it is still Cardan’s hands on him, and Cardan’s lap in which he’s nestled, and Cardan’s predatory regard watching his every move—and he cannot weather the tease of that heated touch, pliant and cooperative for only this brief moment, without imagining where Cardan’s hunger will lead him next.
And because he remains greedy for Cardan’s warmth as well as his hunger, Liem captures his other hand too, tucking his face against the palm and letting the soft, shallow breaths of his want break against it.]