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Log: COMPLETE
When; Dec. 20, 2006 {backed like WOAH}
Rating; NC-17 (pron)
Characters; Guy Cecil![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shakunage & Luke fon Fabre soulxcrush
Summary; So the gynophobic man went drinking with the sexy woman and comes home a “bit” drunk. His roommate was TRYING to sleep when he returned but it didn't really work out. Too bad for him, he should have been sleeping soundly when the drunk man came home...
Log;
The heavy red comforter had been tangled and tossed around through the night. Though he was still annoyed at Guy for what happened earlier it hadn’t made it any easier to fall asleep without the older man. Luke had become so used to the warm body that he’d inevitably find when he turned, so used to being able to inch closer in the guise of sleep. It was just a little cold without Guy’s body so close but that was the least of his problems.
Turning again, creating crimson waves in the messed covers, he squeezed his eyes closed. He wondered how late Guy would be out but the blonde hadn’t told him that. Really, he didn’t have to tell Luke stuff like that. Not like he was a child. Or like his patiently waiting wife.
…Luke considered finding Mieu; he was small but still comforting. The young cheagle had wondered off some time ago, ever fascinated by the lights of the city.
Some club Guy ended up at. Club Automatica, certainly was a place where if you wanted to forget something, it'd be the number one on the list. Booming music, heated bodies mixing together in tune with the raging beat, and drinks flying off the counter only to be quickly devoured, it certainly was not like any tavern he'd experienced. But it wasn't a tavern to begin with. It was some club; one he'd never forget for quite a time.
Faye had safely arrived back in her dwelling, Guy saw to it that she did. Sure he was slightly intoxicated, but it didn't mean that he couldn't still be the normal charming gentleman that he was on a day to day basis. On the matter of intoxication, the drinks there definitely shared no common ground with the ones back on Auldrant. Those weren't as potent. The fire of it as it went down didn't burn as bad nor as long as these. Even if Guy didn't have too many drinks back on Auldrant, he could tell that they were good. The alcohol wasn't overpowering and there was a sweet kick to it.
Guy remembered the colorful intoxicating capsule clearly. Pink, purple and aquamarine. Strange colors for a drink but it was an even stranger city. Leaning on the door of his apartment, Guy fiddled with the door's knob; soon followed the sounds of an unlocked door and a heavy thud on the floor. The blond forgot that gravity was still very real even if your head says otherwise.
Luke sat up from the bed, wide awake at the sudden scuffle. “Guy?” he called out, he was pretty sure it was Guy. Other than him it could only be Jade and while Guy was unlikely to stumble like that Jade…well Luke didn’t think Jade would be the kind to stumble unless there was a great amount of ice.
Sliding out of bed carefully he made his way to the door of their flat. It was dark and even Luke bumped into a few things, whatever state Guy was in Luke wasn’t sure he wanted the blonde to be wandering around the darkened apartment. He crouched next to the fallen swordsman when he found him, looking at Guy curiously for a moment. “Have fun, did you?”
Standing this close Luke could smell the alcohol that Guy had no doubt imbibed. He poked at the prone blonde lightly, not sure he was even conscious still.
"Hi there..." Guy said a smile plastered on face despite still lying on the floor and in the middle of the walkway. "Have fun while I was away?” There were quite chuckles that followed suit and an attempt to get off of the floor. Getting off the floor was far less than graceful, but Guy managed none other the less. He wasn't that drunk. A bit tipsy at best, he'd claim. No worries! Oh. Why was the room all wobbly again? Ah, yes… the drinks. Terrible things they were.
Kneeling, Guy groped in the darkness to find a light to illuminate their temporary dwelling. It took a few moments and some stretching, but he eventually found one. With a quick flip of his wrist it the lights came flashing on. The sudden change in clarity hurt his eyes, but the same crescent shaped smile was on his face as he blinked a few times till his eyes had adjusted.
“...hope you didn’t get too lonely."
Luke was briefly worried as he watched Guy fumble to get up, wondering if the blonde would fall face first again.
He winced as Guy flicked the lights on, the harsh brightness hurting his eyes. Luke blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting, rubbing his eyes with the edge of his pajama sleeve lightly. He stood close to Guy, just in case the other man fell again, absently kicking the door closed behind them. Though at the mention of making Luke lonely a sour frown crossed his face.
“Hm, not at all. I didn’t mind at all when you left me with an erection to go on a date.” He knew he would forgive Guy in about two minutes but for now he’d let the annoyance win and cross his features with an adorable pout. And even then he didn’t pull away from Guy, keeping a hand on the blonde’s arm to steady him, just in case.
"Sorry..." Guy replied a somewhat sullen face overtaking his smile. “I didn’t mean to…” his voice trailed off only to be picked up after he cupped Luke’s face with a hand. Faye is a nice girl, very attractive to boot, but she couldn’t hold a light against Luke. Perhaps it was their long history together that made it nearly impossible for anything else to get in the way, or the fact that he was indeed drunk and Luke looked absolutely edible right at this moment.
Between muddled thoughts and a never ending battle for coherency, Guy wondered if it had been appropriate to say the next string of words that seemed to spew forth or even the actions that went along with them. “But you know that I love you, right Luke?” His face quickly came ever so close to Luke’s. Their noses touched and there was a loving gaze for a few moments, but both were suddenly interrupted when a rather euphoric Guy captured the younger male’s lips.
Using his other hand to hold onto Luke’s free hand, Guy deepened the kiss borderlining on hungry. The taste of Luke was undeniably better than any other flavor in the world.
That gaze caught Luke, whatever irritation had been there dissolved easily like sugar in hot coffee. And whatever might had remained after that completely evaporated when Guy pressed their lips together, Luke letting himself melt into the touch. His lids lowered but didn’t quite close his eyes completely. It was fascinating to watch Guy as they kissed. It made him red-faced and warm all over how the contact seemed to make the blonde so very content.
Without thought he moved closer to Guy, if Guy were to fall again he’d be supported by Luke’s entire body this time though Luke wasn’t sure he could hold Guy up. Not with how Guy’s lips and tongue were slowly eating at him, making him weak in the knees. Luke’s own tongue flicked curiously against Guy’s lips, they were coated with sugar and alcohol but Luke didn’t mind. Maybe it was the act of touching someone so intimately; it did taste wonderful, better even than Guy’s cooking. Soft and warm and it filled him up more than one hundred meals.
He sighed softly as they pulled apart for breath. Luke pressed his warm cheek against Guy’s, everything forgiven if not forgotten. “Do I taste good?” he asked softly, curious. What was it about him that put that look on Guy’s face he wondered, was it anything or nothing at all, he marveled. Did it matter?
During the kiss, Guy couldn't help but have his lips curl into an almost wicked smirk. It had to be something about the alcohol combined with the exhaustion from all of the futile attempts at avoiding the scantly dressed women and the close encounters with them, or perhaps the fact that even though he had just gone a desirable date with a jaw-drop of a catch... He still wanted Luke. The somewhat of a child, bratty redhead that made all sorts of faces when he left to go somewhere on his own and who would melt into utter mush when their lips came into contact and so many other things that he could have gone on about.
"Yes. Very..." Guy answered his voice almost sultry. Of all the things in the world that he allowed himself to let go and give up, Luke was one of those things he never wanted to give up, ever. Those seven years they spent together and the years to come would only build on what they had, and if it wasn't for the alcohol in his system, Guy might have just felt a little bit worse about what he was doing to Luke. He was so innocent in the end. Still so very unaware of the surprises in life and still so ignorant to the simple pleasures. If only there wasn't all of that... drama back home, then Luke would have gotten the chance.
“May I have another taste?”
He answered by pressing himself ever closer to Guy, pressing his own lips ardently against Guy’s. Maybe Luke should be glad for the alcohol. Guy was different like this. Not that he didn’t enjoy being with Guy other times but sometimes he seemed painfully cautious about what they did, too worried about Luke maybe. And Luke couldn’t reassure him enough that he enjoyed everything they did very much or that he trusted that Guy would never ever do anything that Luke wouldn’t like. Yes, the kisses earlier had been very nice. Yes, they were both easing into the physical aspects of their companionship that they’d discovered. But intoxicated Guy kissed without reserve and all that did was encourage Luke to respond likewise.
Luke moaned softly against Guy’s lips the sound lost somewhere in his mouth. He pulled his arm free from Guy so that he could wrap them around Guy’s neck, pulling himself as close as humanly possible. If possible he’d like to be so close he could feel the vibrations of Guy’s fonons but he’d settle for the next best, feeling Guy’s erection pressed against his stomach.
If only his sober self could see him now, the poor thing would probably be having a wonderfully unpleasant near heart attack or want to somehow stop himself. For even if his actions at the moment do not seem all that harmful, his sober self definitely knows what the motive here is. And what a motive it was, to go all the way with Luke and to claim him as his without a doubt. To take that one thing that could only belong to a single person. What a horrid plan to organize while intoxicated and caught up in the moment’s passion. Granted, his sober self would still wants to claim that for himself, but there would be a least some window of opportunity where Luke could still resist and say ‘no’.
But that was if he were sober, which he clearly wasn't, so instead the current Guy slid his hands up Luke's top exploring the rather familiar lands of pallid skin and toned muscles. How he wanted to give them light kisses and master their shape but seeing how that would be a bit on the difficult side, the blond had to settle with butterfly touches that ghosted over Luke's most sensitive areas.
The light touches chased gentle shocks over Luke’s body, creating ghostly trails over his stomach and chest, linger here and there, drawing wanton moans and gasps from the redhead. Luke clutched at Guy’s shirt, tugging rather aimlessly, too mindless to think of how to properly remove clothing.
His lips broke apart from Guy’s in a breathy moan before Luke pressed close again, catching the corner of the blonde’s lips and trailing up his cheek. There was no restraint or control in his actions, teeth scraping over the soft cheek that was usually in the familiar curve of Guy’s wide grin. Luke bit down lightly, as Guy found a particularly sensitive spot, before moaning against his former guardian’s skin, tongue darting out to lavish a light lap in apology.
At some point the wordless moans began to form Guy’s name. Each time Luke said it gusted against the blonde’s hair and tickled his ears. And Luke kept saying it like an endless mantra.
Kisses and ghosting hands was only the beginning, Guy wanted more and there was far too much clothing between them for any of it to become a reality. Peeling off Luke's top and throwing it aside without having to disturb any of the increasingly steamy heat he then moved his areas of focus to something a bit lower. With lips still captured he removed and tossed his vest to somewhere in their shared apartment with his free hand. Trailing kisses from Luke's jawbone to his now bare shoulders, Guy slipped a hand down his former master's front teasing the harden flesh there with fingertips.
His cold ID coin knocked against heated skin and then back to small pockets of distances between the two bodies. Caressing, tasting the skin there the blond gave a little nip almost as a reaction to the one on his face. Kissing the tender area, he half hoped that should there be a mark left, that it last for quite some time. Luke already knew that Guy would do just about anything and everything for him. Course the feeling was mutual and Guy knew that Luke would do a number of things for him. For anyone at that.
How he grew from being such the bratty child to someone who is capable of understanding their flaws and best them. It was because of that Guy was able to confirm his loyalty to serving Luke. It was because of that that Guy truly understood that he adored the person before him. And as close as they were, Guy wanted to be closer; much closer. So close that even on a breath, his love for him could be heard.
His arms lifted to assist Guy in the removal of his shirt, releasing his desperate grip for short moments. Once Guy had removed his vest Luke’s hands were practically trying to tear off the white shirt. Luke pressed his body flush against Guy’s; he could feel the angles and curves of the older man’s body reflected in his own. Guy’s wandering hands did little for his coherency, making Luke’s body jerk of their own accord into the teasing touches.
Luke hissed softly impatiently, snaking out the tip of his tongue he traced the edge of the collar that Guy always wore. The collar that Luke had stupidly given him, to claim him so that Guy could be with him instead of running around doing meaningless chores that did not involve him. He pressed his nose against Guy’s neck, lips pressed to the leather of the accessory. And now he was very certain that Guy wouldn’t wait long to return the favour. Not just through the red marks that he would leave dotting Luke’s skin.
Before he continued any further there was a little annoyance from within the depths of his mind, they said something about how he should carry Luke from the entrance of their apartment to the sanctum of their bedroom. That he shouldn’t take a key factor in Luke’s innocence on the floor where anyone could just walk by and spot them. The nagging voice seemed to go on and on about the same ole thing, until he withdrew his hands from Luke’s needy body. Something he had to admit was one of the hardest things he had to do in a long time.
Licking the tips of his fingers clean of the juices that have dripped from the harden flesh, Guy scooped up Luke’s body in his arms over-the-threshold style and proceeded to make his way towards the inner parts of their apartment. Not forgetting to kick the main door shut before left the area with a foot of course. In a matter of moments, the two were within the confines of their ironically colored red sanctum. It was then that Guy gingerly placed Luke down onto the soft bedding, kissing him furiously as he did.
It was almost like it was an act of defiance to the voice within his mind. The same annoying voice that nagged at him that he stop what he was doing earlier and carry him all the way here just so that Luke wouldn’t have his first experience on some floor and be uncomfortable. ‘What a pain’, to quote Luke.
Luke tensed as Guy pulled away and lifted him. His arms wrapped around the blonde’s neck, not because he was afraid to be dropped rather he was anxious. He wasn’t sure where they were going to stop, or if they were going to stop at all. For all his eagerness Luke wasn’t devoid of jitters and second thoughts chasing through his head.
But the hard, passionate kiss that Guy bestowed chased all those into a corner. In typical Luke fashion the redhead decided to just throw himself into the situation, just be content to be pressed between the soft bed and Guy’s firm, solid body. If anything he thought this was probably one of the better decisions he would make. It wasn’t like when he was stupidly willing to sacrifice himself, now he was living. Whatever happened in the city, whatever happened if they ever returned to Aulderant, Luke had never felt so alive as right now.
Lips that he grew increasingly familiar with, Guy searched for a place that was foreign to him. A new place for him to claim as his. He wanted to mark all of it as his and his alone. To have bragging rights to every part of Luke so that no one would be able to take it from him. He would be the first and with that goal in mind Guy made way to achieving that goal and strategically planted kisses along the length of Luke's body right trailing down to his abdomen. There, with both hands resting on Luke's hips Guy spent some time nipping at the area just below his belly button. Raking his teeth over the defined muscles then suckling the teased skin being both gentle yet demanding.
Fingers curling under the waistband of Luke’s trousers, slowly peeling them off, Guy moved down lower tasting the newly exposed skin as it became unraveled. Savoring every increasing bit of skin, engulfing the harden flesh into his mouth, and allowing fingernails to taunt tender areas of the thigh as the last bits of clothing were removed entirely.
Luke couldn’t think, not with Guy’s mouth wandering lower and lower, touching places that calloused fingers had touched hours before. It was different with his lips though. Softer, warmer, wet and pliant, his stomach muscles tightening, jumping especially when Guy nipped intently at his belly. The redhead was breathing harshly, he had no grasp of control, didn’t even have a moment where he felt it slipping from his fingers, Guy just completely disarmed him without mercy leaving him moaning and pleading for more. Lips and hands, fingers and tongues, explored every crevice of his body.
Without control Luke’s hips jerked up abruptly, arching into the overwhelming heat of Guy’s mouth when it wrapped around…there. Luke didn’t have the ability to think past the fact that it felt really good, incredible really. Sounds and words, mostly Guy’s name, flowed from his lips but he didn’t hear it. Couldn’t hear his own desperate, needy moans and the breathy calls that were thick in the air of the bedroom.
Nearly choking as Luke's hips bucked up adding more of himself into Guy's mouth that he was ready for, Guy firmly placed his hands directly on top of Luke's hips preventing anything like that from happening in the near future. With the problem solved, the blond swordsman went on upon his business eating up the harden flesh. Taking time to kiss the very tip and trail his tongue across its surface, pulling on the skin ever so often with his teeth. Eyelids languid, Guy looked up at Luke’s face. How flushed it was and how deliciously cute he looked. Everything about that face made Guy just want him more.
Taking a moment to free himself from Luke, Guy unbuttoned and removed himself of his shirt. Kneeling before Luke, he then proceeded to take off his belt and boots. Almost as if he was putting on a show for Luke to watch in all his incoherency. The last article that remained was his increasingly uncomfortable pants. Smirking almost, Guy grabbed a hold of Luke and pulled him up against his now bare bode engulfing Luke’s lips in a fiery yet strangely overly affectionate kiss.
From underneath lazy eyelids and heavy lashes Luke watched as Guy striped. It was strange, how quickly he’d been able to define this attraction whereas before he was near clueless. Near but not completely, it hadn’t been hard for him to admit that he liked being close to Guy, liked how the bed would dip slightly to his right when Guy climbed on, or how warm he felt in the morning with their sides pressed together. There had been no reason to deny those things in fact and now that he knew the extent of his fondness for all of this there was still no shame.
When Guy pulled Luke’s bare body to his it wasn’t simply warm, it was hot. He’d never known fevers to be pleasant but this intense burn was something he didn’t think he could live long without. And if he trusted the blonde to drive his body sick with desire he supposed it shouldn’t be so hard to trust him for other things. Strong, wiry arms wrapped around the older man’s neck, and Luke’s soft lips kissed back with equal ferocity. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask Guy to stop or even slow down, every motion, every quiver of his body only screamed yes.
With one hand holding Luke keeping them connected and playing the role of support, the other snaked its way down and grabbed a hold of Luke’s bottom kneading the cushioned yet toned muscle and skin. Hungry kisses and little bites at the other’s lower lip left behind even more swollen lips for Guy to devour during his time together with Luke. The arm that had been designated for extra support tugged at the ends of Luke’s hair. It almost made Guy wish that he hadn’t cut his long hair. It was so much fun to play with, especially at times like this. Not like this ever happened prior today, but if it had. Having fistfuls of red silk would have been nice.
Guy broke free from Luke’s mouth and dipped his head lower landed butterfly kisses on Luke’s shoulder only to tease it later with golden eyelashes when he nuzzled Luke, pressing ever closer. His head was not the only thing that lowered itself, the hand that had happily made residence on Luke’s bum took a visit to Guy’s face, sucking on a few of his fingers for a moment before allowing them to return where they came from. The probed fingers through the furrow and touched at the little puckered entrance way, teasing it lightly before allowing one to enter. The others would soon follow suit.
“Guy!” It was by no means a request to stop. In Luke’s head it was still the same torrent of “Yes” and “Guy” but his body was less certain tensing and relaxing and clenching up again. He tossed restlessly, focusing on that feeling of something probing him, it was difficult to ignore even with Guy’s kisses showering his face. He held still though, not pulling away from the uncomfortable sensation, his hand sliding down Guy’s shoulder and resting against it where it was nestled in his now short hair.
His tongue protruding out of his mouth as if he was deep in thought however the look in his eyes told another story. Guy withdrew his fingers and graciously coated them in some body oils that he had stashed a way not too long ago when needed to get a few knots out of his shoulders. Something his forgot in all his eagerness and lustful behavior, well at least now he could claim that he’s left his mark there too. But there was an even better way to do that which wouldn’t be too long now.
Two instead of reentered Luke’s body and continued where the first had left off alone. Going a bit deeper than the first, feeling further, and ever teasing Luke. Now only if Guy could see the look on the redhead’s face.
Luke tensed instinctively though with the oil the digits slipped in much more easily. Squirming slightly he tried to control the soft almost hiccupping breaths that he had been taking, calming down a little now that the sensation slowly settled. With the oil slicking his anus the fingers slid in more smoothly, without that odd friction that was more uncomfortable than anything.
Letting out a sighing breath Luke made an effort to relax himself more, trying not to dwell on how weird to have Guy prodding around his insides like that. Biting his lip slightly he shifted to encourage the touch in fact, trying to push his body against the gentle intrusion. Eager though Guy was the blonde’s motions were nothing short of gentle.
Upon the addition of the third, Guy lowered himself and Luke back onto the padding of the mattress making sure that both sides would enjoy what was to come next. A set of digits stretching the lining while another pulled at his pants unveiling, if not releasing, what lied beneath. Free and Luke as ready as he’ll ever be, Guy withdrew his fingers and grabbed a hold of Luke’s leg placing it over his shoulder.
“I can’t say it won’t feel weird, but I promise that it’ll feel good.” The blond stated in a husky yet slightly slurred voice. Where it was slurred from the alcohol from mere moments before he came home or from the pent up desires finally unleashed, it really didn’t matter though it felt alien to Guy to hear himself speak. However, with that said Guy eased himself into Luke gasping a how tight he was. Sure he knew that since it was his first time things wouldn’t be as loose, but still. He couldn’t help but let out a throaty moan.
Luke let out a small sound, a cross between a yelp and a moan that he quickly stifled by biting down on his lip. He tried, really tried, not to tense when Guy pushed in but even knowing what was going to happen and being prepared for it physically Luke couldn’t have really anticipated the feeling. It hurt and it was weird, Luke arched his back slightly, shifting and letting Guy slip in deeper as he reached up, pulling the older man’s face down for a kiss.
Tears stung at his eyes slightly but he would not cry, it was nothing to cry about. He choked on Guy’s name against Guy’s lips, letting his body rock with the blonde’s. And then they just held still, bound together in the most awkward and intimate part Luke could think of. “Are you—Is it all in?” he asked softly, shaky, some strange wonder in it all. Without thinking Luke tensed, feeling his body embrace the feeling of being impaled. Guy was.... He shifted slightly, feeling it rub inside him. “Yes,” he hissed softly, tightening and rocking, almost curiously as he explored the sensation.
Mouth to mouth and skin on skin, Guy wanted to simply ravish Luke to his heart's content half hoping that Luke would come to like it as well, but his subconscious knew better and would not let him especially since the blond was still heavily influenced by the drinks he had earlier. The nagging voice in his head was loud, obnoxious and it was just easier to submit to the voice than to really defy it. So he held back and worked at the normal standards that one would expect when dealing with someone’s first time.
Still there was the seemingly lusty smile and Luke’s surprising willingness did not go unappreciated. Fully in Guy lowered his face as to whisper something in the younger male’s ear but instead chewed on the earlobe. “Enjoying yourself already?” Guy almost laughed if Luke’s tightness wasn’t slowly beginning to get to him. Steadying his hand on Luke’s raised leg, Guy began to thrust himself inside of Luke. The motions were slow at first as to not hurt Luke too much and for him to get used to this whole feeling. Even if it looked like Luke was already getting used to the feeling new feeling rather quickly, he didn’t want to overwhelm him.
“Nngh,” Luke tried to reply, but it came out sounding neither like an agreement or a disagreement. He wasn’t sure, it was a confusing sensation that sat firmly on a line that divided simply uncomfortable and uncomfortable in a good way that he had not known existed. It reminded him of when Guy would just pet his hair when the blonde thought he was asleep except much more intense, much more invasive and because of that even more intimate with less sweetness and more burn. And Guy said it was supposed to feel good, so Luke believed that, but he wasn’t going to lie back and wait for it to feel good. He wanted to be a part of this, follow the slow strokes because he wasn’t asleep and Guy wasn’t touching his hair. Guy was in him and Luke’s body was eating a part of Guy, so he was damn well going to work on it.
With one leg raised, resting tensely against Guy’s shoulder, it was hard to move much but Luke did not lack in will or enthusiasm. He reached up to grab onto Guy a bit, tugging him down again insistently. When the blonde pressed his weight against Luke he felt like he was pulled open, as if undressed a second time, and Guy would be in at the deepest. Luke pulled himself up enough to kiss the blonde’s lips for a moment, falling back down, and when he did he felt the sparks. Sparks that felt like the first time Guy had touched him, the way feeling someone else’s hand on his erection had made him quiver and moan, but more intense. Luke didn’t scream but the surprised exclamation was close. He nodded now ardently, yes, yes he was enjoying himself. Most definitely.
A tender kiss on the shoulder. The increasing speed of their body’s motions , drawing themselves closer to one another each time like a rhythmic high. Guy foolishly started to question the sight before him. It just seemed so surreal to him, was he really doing this with Luke? Was Luke really enjoying all of this, or was this a twisted and sickening real dream that his sloshed mind came up with. Perhaps Guy was in actuality passed out on the ground and poor Luke dragged him to bed, while he dreamt up this crazy dream. If so, might as well enjoy the delirium. In this dream, he’ll run Luke ragged and leave marks of where he’s been coupled with sloppy kisses. Leave a lasting impression that no one’s ever bound to forget.
Plunging deeper with each downbeat to the rhythm created, their friction entwined into a crescendo towards nothing but a raw sense of pleasure. Unadulterated ecstasy is where the song would end. His hand that held onto Luke’s leg, caressed the soft pliable skin there. Guy wanted to be engulfed his senses of nothing but Luke. A sweet smell that was somewhat tangy at the same time. A kind of sweetness with a bite. It was really a Luke smell. He remembered the first time he was able to be this close. It was almost too good then, how he fumbled around worried about doing anything that was against Luke’s will when it was Luke who wanted to. But that was just the way he was, and the blond wanted every bit of it on him. Granted, he himself carried the flavor of the party of people and all of their drinks. However past all of their own distinct scents there was still the reserved fragrance of Gaillardia.
Each thrust seemed to push them deeper, sinking into the mattress, the pillows, as if they could drown in the soft downy comforter. Luke could feel clearly each kiss and gentle bite that Guy would adorn against his skin, tracing every shadow from his shoulders to his jaw, a light tug against his earlobe, and most importantly short ardent kisses lip to lip. He could feel each time Guy withdrew from his body and more and more he found that he welcomed it each time Guy pushed back in. Everything was startlingly clear, like the acidic blue sky reflecting an acidic blue ocean but at the same time everything seemed to dissolve and foam, merging together in a great bundle of pleasure. When they were done he was sure that there would be a dent in the bed to prove it as well as strawberry red marks dotting his skin.
Luke’s hands slid down the back of Guy’s neck, fingertips digging against the flesh slightly when the older man thrust in again. Sliding down sweat dampened skin his fingers caught against the dangling tag that hung between them. Luke tugged lightly, urging Guy to kiss him.
Thoughtless, Guy obediently followed the instructions that Luke wordlessly left for him. Placing a kiss in sync with the upbeat of his ever increasing tempo, contact that crushed Luke’s lips with great fervor and appetite. His collar, the sign of his ownership, even after Duke Fabre released Guy of his duties as servant he really could not bring himself to take it off. The memories it held were far too important to get rid of, and even now, there would only be more to be added to the funny gold coin with Luke’s monster imprinted on it.
Such a shame that Guy couldn’t be lucid enough to thoroughly savor this and that he half heartily believed that this moment was nothing but a delirious hallucination that his mind had fabricated during his time unconscious. That this touch that he desired was finally met, not in his mind or in his day dreams, but in real life. That he was closing in on a place very few would ever get to touch. Guy knew somewhere, that there was no way that Luke would ever really trust anyone else to do this to him, especially when he knows they’re not quite in their right mindset.
Fine lashes fluttered against reddened cheeks; if it was possible to be driven mindless twice it would have happened to Luke. Guy’s thrusts were long and deep, like a lingering caress and each time he pressed inside Luke he’d set off violent sparks of pleasure that lingered in butterfly touches that coursed through his gut and up his spine before setting off the explosion again. Luke was panting and moaning and if he’d stop crying out for Guy at any point well he began again, a steady building mantra of the blonde’s name. His body tensed, winding up as if almost to the point of snapping.
And then whatever held him taught let go and Luke unwound in a flurry. His reddened face pressed to Guy’s cheek, and the needy whisper of Guy’s name against the blonde’s ear.
The dissipating heat from Luke’s breath left the hairs that it touched standing and the skin a bit colder. Even with how close they were to one another, there was the craving for more of it. Even with Luke spent and himself coming close, Guy wanted to be as close to the scared flame, so close that it’d burn him. His hand on that resided on Luke’s leg slid down allowing the limb to fall into a more and in coordination with the other side, scooped up Luke from the bed into an embrace.
Eyes shut closed he let his senses devour him, magnifying everything. Reliving parts of it in his mind etching it deep into the depths of his mind so that if everything were to be forgotten and lost, he’d have this one thing left for him. This moment that Luke was made his, something that Guy could call his own. But not really that he owned Luke in the literal sense but in the metaphorical sense. There would be no sharing. No giving up without a fight. None of that. Not unless Luke himself told him otherwise.
Luke wrapped his legs around Guy’s waist in response, trying to pull them closer still. His arms were wrapped around Guy’s neck as well, his face resting against the crook of the older man’s neck. Even having climaxed the pleasure still crawled over his skin, enough to make him shiver each time Guy rocked all the way in. Each time he exhaled, moaned, or called out to the blonde the breath and sound was swallowed by the skin of Guy’s neck, making them more a touch than anything else.
Sensations blurred, all the senses experienced seemed to merge into each other, overflow and spill. Luke’s body tightened around Guy as if calling his name, as if wrapping around him and begging for the touch to linger just a moment longer. A moment longer, let the ecstasy last just a little longer. His moans turned into kisses, kissing the same spot over and over again as if that would make that one touch unforgettable and constant even when they weren’t clinging to each other like this.
Luke had lost his mind to the overwhelming feelings much earlier on but still whatever consciousness there was left in him knew he wouldn’t forget this. He would remember each cherished touch, inside and out, he’d remember the blinding pleasure and also the discomfort and pain because it was all a part of it. All of it led to this moment with him in Guy’s arms, completely supported by the other man and completely content and safe. Guy would never lie to him, Guy would never abandon him, Guy would support him and be by his side. Luke held on as tight as he could as if to somehow tell his former guardian that he’d do all the same for him, that Luke could be trusted to stay by his side, to support him, to love him even if he’d yet to say it out loud.
Holding, clutching onto him, Guy’s wiry arms locked to Luke’s frame close to his own. He knew could tell that Luke was being himself again. Luke was telling him in his little ways that nothing bad will happen that he didn’t have anything to worry about, that he wouldn’t have to suffer alone because he had Luke to look out for him. Idiot. If there was anyone that needed looking out for that was Luke himself. He was still so new to this world. So very new with so many things left to learn and a long life ahead of him to see it all, Guy was determined to keep it that way. Guy made sure that even though he’d said it so many times, that he really loved Luke. Every bit. From the way he nipped at the exposed shoulder to the Luke’s neck.
Each kiss, each bite, each thrust, they all told Luke the very words he had heard so many times. He’d live for Luke. Die for him. He’d do his every command, even though he’s no longer required to do so and with in bounds of his own personal standards. How he wanted to just suffocate himself with it all. The feeling became almost too unbearable for him to handle any longer, but still he didn’t want to free himself from his connection with Luke. Deep inside all warm. Barely able to breath. He didn’t want to leave it, but it was just so hard to hold onto anymore.
Just before his breaking point, Guy set Luke back down onto the bedding watching him sink into the dark burgundy comforter. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forever, the look that told him everything that he wanted to hear and so much more. A soft kiss and one of Guy’s trademarked genuine smiles, he let himself go. Please let this not be a dream.
Even as Guy let go of himself Luke clung onto the older man. Another kiss followed Guy’s smile, Luke content to dot short, sweet little kisses against Guy’s lips as the blonde came. His arms remained wrapped around Guy’s neck, pulling the blonde down into the bed with him, letting their combined weight and shape mold into the mattress.
The words almost slipped out, almost did. But Guy still wasn’t all there and Luke was still dizzy from everything that had happened. He would save it for another time, when both of them could hear it loud and clear. There would be no doubts, no moments where it feels more dreamlike than real.
“Guy,” he sighed softly, letting himself relax a bit finally, tired. His legs fell bonelessly against the bed, still spread with Guy pressed between them. He could stay like this all night though, all night and tomorrow, and as long as he could last without food and water.
Bodies intertwined and seemingly attached together by some sort of adhesive, Guy rolled himself over to his side unsure if he should pull himself from Luke or if he should stay as they were. What had just happened was beyond surreal. Words really couldn’t describe the feeling. Heads swimming with words and phrases, but none of them could really explain it with pinpoint accuracy. Regardless, the blond yanked a section of the comforter free from underneath their bodies and cover himself and Luke.
Tomorrow would be a good day.
Rating; NC-17 (pron)
Characters; Guy Cecil
shakunage & Luke fon Fabre soulxcrushSummary; So the gynophobic man went drinking with the sexy woman and comes home a “bit” drunk. His roommate was TRYING to sleep when he returned but it didn't really work out. Too bad for him, he should have been sleeping soundly when the drunk man came home...
Log;
The heavy red comforter had been tangled and tossed around through the night. Though he was still annoyed at Guy for what happened earlier it hadn’t made it any easier to fall asleep without the older man. Luke had become so used to the warm body that he’d inevitably find when he turned, so used to being able to inch closer in the guise of sleep. It was just a little cold without Guy’s body so close but that was the least of his problems.
Turning again, creating crimson waves in the messed covers, he squeezed his eyes closed. He wondered how late Guy would be out but the blonde hadn’t told him that. Really, he didn’t have to tell Luke stuff like that. Not like he was a child. Or like his patiently waiting wife.
…Luke considered finding Mieu; he was small but still comforting. The young cheagle had wondered off some time ago, ever fascinated by the lights of the city.
Some club Guy ended up at. Club Automatica, certainly was a place where if you wanted to forget something, it'd be the number one on the list. Booming music, heated bodies mixing together in tune with the raging beat, and drinks flying off the counter only to be quickly devoured, it certainly was not like any tavern he'd experienced. But it wasn't a tavern to begin with. It was some club; one he'd never forget for quite a time.
Faye had safely arrived back in her dwelling, Guy saw to it that she did. Sure he was slightly intoxicated, but it didn't mean that he couldn't still be the normal charming gentleman that he was on a day to day basis. On the matter of intoxication, the drinks there definitely shared no common ground with the ones back on Auldrant. Those weren't as potent. The fire of it as it went down didn't burn as bad nor as long as these. Even if Guy didn't have too many drinks back on Auldrant, he could tell that they were good. The alcohol wasn't overpowering and there was a sweet kick to it.
Guy remembered the colorful intoxicating capsule clearly. Pink, purple and aquamarine. Strange colors for a drink but it was an even stranger city. Leaning on the door of his apartment, Guy fiddled with the door's knob; soon followed the sounds of an unlocked door and a heavy thud on the floor. The blond forgot that gravity was still very real even if your head says otherwise.
Luke sat up from the bed, wide awake at the sudden scuffle. “Guy?” he called out, he was pretty sure it was Guy. Other than him it could only be Jade and while Guy was unlikely to stumble like that Jade…well Luke didn’t think Jade would be the kind to stumble unless there was a great amount of ice.
Sliding out of bed carefully he made his way to the door of their flat. It was dark and even Luke bumped into a few things, whatever state Guy was in Luke wasn’t sure he wanted the blonde to be wandering around the darkened apartment. He crouched next to the fallen swordsman when he found him, looking at Guy curiously for a moment. “Have fun, did you?”
Standing this close Luke could smell the alcohol that Guy had no doubt imbibed. He poked at the prone blonde lightly, not sure he was even conscious still.
"Hi there..." Guy said a smile plastered on face despite still lying on the floor and in the middle of the walkway. "Have fun while I was away?” There were quite chuckles that followed suit and an attempt to get off of the floor. Getting off the floor was far less than graceful, but Guy managed none other the less. He wasn't that drunk. A bit tipsy at best, he'd claim. No worries! Oh. Why was the room all wobbly again? Ah, yes… the drinks. Terrible things they were.
Kneeling, Guy groped in the darkness to find a light to illuminate their temporary dwelling. It took a few moments and some stretching, but he eventually found one. With a quick flip of his wrist it the lights came flashing on. The sudden change in clarity hurt his eyes, but the same crescent shaped smile was on his face as he blinked a few times till his eyes had adjusted.
“...hope you didn’t get too lonely."
Luke was briefly worried as he watched Guy fumble to get up, wondering if the blonde would fall face first again.
He winced as Guy flicked the lights on, the harsh brightness hurting his eyes. Luke blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting, rubbing his eyes with the edge of his pajama sleeve lightly. He stood close to Guy, just in case the other man fell again, absently kicking the door closed behind them. Though at the mention of making Luke lonely a sour frown crossed his face.
“Hm, not at all. I didn’t mind at all when you left me with an erection to go on a date.” He knew he would forgive Guy in about two minutes but for now he’d let the annoyance win and cross his features with an adorable pout. And even then he didn’t pull away from Guy, keeping a hand on the blonde’s arm to steady him, just in case.
"Sorry..." Guy replied a somewhat sullen face overtaking his smile. “I didn’t mean to…” his voice trailed off only to be picked up after he cupped Luke’s face with a hand. Faye is a nice girl, very attractive to boot, but she couldn’t hold a light against Luke. Perhaps it was their long history together that made it nearly impossible for anything else to get in the way, or the fact that he was indeed drunk and Luke looked absolutely edible right at this moment.
Between muddled thoughts and a never ending battle for coherency, Guy wondered if it had been appropriate to say the next string of words that seemed to spew forth or even the actions that went along with them. “But you know that I love you, right Luke?” His face quickly came ever so close to Luke’s. Their noses touched and there was a loving gaze for a few moments, but both were suddenly interrupted when a rather euphoric Guy captured the younger male’s lips.
Using his other hand to hold onto Luke’s free hand, Guy deepened the kiss borderlining on hungry. The taste of Luke was undeniably better than any other flavor in the world.
That gaze caught Luke, whatever irritation had been there dissolved easily like sugar in hot coffee. And whatever might had remained after that completely evaporated when Guy pressed their lips together, Luke letting himself melt into the touch. His lids lowered but didn’t quite close his eyes completely. It was fascinating to watch Guy as they kissed. It made him red-faced and warm all over how the contact seemed to make the blonde so very content.
Without thought he moved closer to Guy, if Guy were to fall again he’d be supported by Luke’s entire body this time though Luke wasn’t sure he could hold Guy up. Not with how Guy’s lips and tongue were slowly eating at him, making him weak in the knees. Luke’s own tongue flicked curiously against Guy’s lips, they were coated with sugar and alcohol but Luke didn’t mind. Maybe it was the act of touching someone so intimately; it did taste wonderful, better even than Guy’s cooking. Soft and warm and it filled him up more than one hundred meals.
He sighed softly as they pulled apart for breath. Luke pressed his warm cheek against Guy’s, everything forgiven if not forgotten. “Do I taste good?” he asked softly, curious. What was it about him that put that look on Guy’s face he wondered, was it anything or nothing at all, he marveled. Did it matter?
During the kiss, Guy couldn't help but have his lips curl into an almost wicked smirk. It had to be something about the alcohol combined with the exhaustion from all of the futile attempts at avoiding the scantly dressed women and the close encounters with them, or perhaps the fact that even though he had just gone a desirable date with a jaw-drop of a catch... He still wanted Luke. The somewhat of a child, bratty redhead that made all sorts of faces when he left to go somewhere on his own and who would melt into utter mush when their lips came into contact and so many other things that he could have gone on about.
"Yes. Very..." Guy answered his voice almost sultry. Of all the things in the world that he allowed himself to let go and give up, Luke was one of those things he never wanted to give up, ever. Those seven years they spent together and the years to come would only build on what they had, and if it wasn't for the alcohol in his system, Guy might have just felt a little bit worse about what he was doing to Luke. He was so innocent in the end. Still so very unaware of the surprises in life and still so ignorant to the simple pleasures. If only there wasn't all of that... drama back home, then Luke would have gotten the chance.
“May I have another taste?”
He answered by pressing himself ever closer to Guy, pressing his own lips ardently against Guy’s. Maybe Luke should be glad for the alcohol. Guy was different like this. Not that he didn’t enjoy being with Guy other times but sometimes he seemed painfully cautious about what they did, too worried about Luke maybe. And Luke couldn’t reassure him enough that he enjoyed everything they did very much or that he trusted that Guy would never ever do anything that Luke wouldn’t like. Yes, the kisses earlier had been very nice. Yes, they were both easing into the physical aspects of their companionship that they’d discovered. But intoxicated Guy kissed without reserve and all that did was encourage Luke to respond likewise.
Luke moaned softly against Guy’s lips the sound lost somewhere in his mouth. He pulled his arm free from Guy so that he could wrap them around Guy’s neck, pulling himself as close as humanly possible. If possible he’d like to be so close he could feel the vibrations of Guy’s fonons but he’d settle for the next best, feeling Guy’s erection pressed against his stomach.
If only his sober self could see him now, the poor thing would probably be having a wonderfully unpleasant near heart attack or want to somehow stop himself. For even if his actions at the moment do not seem all that harmful, his sober self definitely knows what the motive here is. And what a motive it was, to go all the way with Luke and to claim him as his without a doubt. To take that one thing that could only belong to a single person. What a horrid plan to organize while intoxicated and caught up in the moment’s passion. Granted, his sober self would still wants to claim that for himself, but there would be a least some window of opportunity where Luke could still resist and say ‘no’.
But that was if he were sober, which he clearly wasn't, so instead the current Guy slid his hands up Luke's top exploring the rather familiar lands of pallid skin and toned muscles. How he wanted to give them light kisses and master their shape but seeing how that would be a bit on the difficult side, the blond had to settle with butterfly touches that ghosted over Luke's most sensitive areas.
The light touches chased gentle shocks over Luke’s body, creating ghostly trails over his stomach and chest, linger here and there, drawing wanton moans and gasps from the redhead. Luke clutched at Guy’s shirt, tugging rather aimlessly, too mindless to think of how to properly remove clothing.
His lips broke apart from Guy’s in a breathy moan before Luke pressed close again, catching the corner of the blonde’s lips and trailing up his cheek. There was no restraint or control in his actions, teeth scraping over the soft cheek that was usually in the familiar curve of Guy’s wide grin. Luke bit down lightly, as Guy found a particularly sensitive spot, before moaning against his former guardian’s skin, tongue darting out to lavish a light lap in apology.
At some point the wordless moans began to form Guy’s name. Each time Luke said it gusted against the blonde’s hair and tickled his ears. And Luke kept saying it like an endless mantra.
Kisses and ghosting hands was only the beginning, Guy wanted more and there was far too much clothing between them for any of it to become a reality. Peeling off Luke's top and throwing it aside without having to disturb any of the increasingly steamy heat he then moved his areas of focus to something a bit lower. With lips still captured he removed and tossed his vest to somewhere in their shared apartment with his free hand. Trailing kisses from Luke's jawbone to his now bare shoulders, Guy slipped a hand down his former master's front teasing the harden flesh there with fingertips.
His cold ID coin knocked against heated skin and then back to small pockets of distances between the two bodies. Caressing, tasting the skin there the blond gave a little nip almost as a reaction to the one on his face. Kissing the tender area, he half hoped that should there be a mark left, that it last for quite some time. Luke already knew that Guy would do just about anything and everything for him. Course the feeling was mutual and Guy knew that Luke would do a number of things for him. For anyone at that.
How he grew from being such the bratty child to someone who is capable of understanding their flaws and best them. It was because of that Guy was able to confirm his loyalty to serving Luke. It was because of that that Guy truly understood that he adored the person before him. And as close as they were, Guy wanted to be closer; much closer. So close that even on a breath, his love for him could be heard.
His arms lifted to assist Guy in the removal of his shirt, releasing his desperate grip for short moments. Once Guy had removed his vest Luke’s hands were practically trying to tear off the white shirt. Luke pressed his body flush against Guy’s; he could feel the angles and curves of the older man’s body reflected in his own. Guy’s wandering hands did little for his coherency, making Luke’s body jerk of their own accord into the teasing touches.
Luke hissed softly impatiently, snaking out the tip of his tongue he traced the edge of the collar that Guy always wore. The collar that Luke had stupidly given him, to claim him so that Guy could be with him instead of running around doing meaningless chores that did not involve him. He pressed his nose against Guy’s neck, lips pressed to the leather of the accessory. And now he was very certain that Guy wouldn’t wait long to return the favour. Not just through the red marks that he would leave dotting Luke’s skin.
Before he continued any further there was a little annoyance from within the depths of his mind, they said something about how he should carry Luke from the entrance of their apartment to the sanctum of their bedroom. That he shouldn’t take a key factor in Luke’s innocence on the floor where anyone could just walk by and spot them. The nagging voice seemed to go on and on about the same ole thing, until he withdrew his hands from Luke’s needy body. Something he had to admit was one of the hardest things he had to do in a long time.
Licking the tips of his fingers clean of the juices that have dripped from the harden flesh, Guy scooped up Luke’s body in his arms over-the-threshold style and proceeded to make his way towards the inner parts of their apartment. Not forgetting to kick the main door shut before left the area with a foot of course. In a matter of moments, the two were within the confines of their ironically colored red sanctum. It was then that Guy gingerly placed Luke down onto the soft bedding, kissing him furiously as he did.
It was almost like it was an act of defiance to the voice within his mind. The same annoying voice that nagged at him that he stop what he was doing earlier and carry him all the way here just so that Luke wouldn’t have his first experience on some floor and be uncomfortable. ‘What a pain’, to quote Luke.
Luke tensed as Guy pulled away and lifted him. His arms wrapped around the blonde’s neck, not because he was afraid to be dropped rather he was anxious. He wasn’t sure where they were going to stop, or if they were going to stop at all. For all his eagerness Luke wasn’t devoid of jitters and second thoughts chasing through his head.
But the hard, passionate kiss that Guy bestowed chased all those into a corner. In typical Luke fashion the redhead decided to just throw himself into the situation, just be content to be pressed between the soft bed and Guy’s firm, solid body. If anything he thought this was probably one of the better decisions he would make. It wasn’t like when he was stupidly willing to sacrifice himself, now he was living. Whatever happened in the city, whatever happened if they ever returned to Aulderant, Luke had never felt so alive as right now.
Lips that he grew increasingly familiar with, Guy searched for a place that was foreign to him. A new place for him to claim as his. He wanted to mark all of it as his and his alone. To have bragging rights to every part of Luke so that no one would be able to take it from him. He would be the first and with that goal in mind Guy made way to achieving that goal and strategically planted kisses along the length of Luke's body right trailing down to his abdomen. There, with both hands resting on Luke's hips Guy spent some time nipping at the area just below his belly button. Raking his teeth over the defined muscles then suckling the teased skin being both gentle yet demanding.
Fingers curling under the waistband of Luke’s trousers, slowly peeling them off, Guy moved down lower tasting the newly exposed skin as it became unraveled. Savoring every increasing bit of skin, engulfing the harden flesh into his mouth, and allowing fingernails to taunt tender areas of the thigh as the last bits of clothing were removed entirely.
Luke couldn’t think, not with Guy’s mouth wandering lower and lower, touching places that calloused fingers had touched hours before. It was different with his lips though. Softer, warmer, wet and pliant, his stomach muscles tightening, jumping especially when Guy nipped intently at his belly. The redhead was breathing harshly, he had no grasp of control, didn’t even have a moment where he felt it slipping from his fingers, Guy just completely disarmed him without mercy leaving him moaning and pleading for more. Lips and hands, fingers and tongues, explored every crevice of his body.
Without control Luke’s hips jerked up abruptly, arching into the overwhelming heat of Guy’s mouth when it wrapped around…there. Luke didn’t have the ability to think past the fact that it felt really good, incredible really. Sounds and words, mostly Guy’s name, flowed from his lips but he didn’t hear it. Couldn’t hear his own desperate, needy moans and the breathy calls that were thick in the air of the bedroom.
Nearly choking as Luke's hips bucked up adding more of himself into Guy's mouth that he was ready for, Guy firmly placed his hands directly on top of Luke's hips preventing anything like that from happening in the near future. With the problem solved, the blond swordsman went on upon his business eating up the harden flesh. Taking time to kiss the very tip and trail his tongue across its surface, pulling on the skin ever so often with his teeth. Eyelids languid, Guy looked up at Luke’s face. How flushed it was and how deliciously cute he looked. Everything about that face made Guy just want him more.
Taking a moment to free himself from Luke, Guy unbuttoned and removed himself of his shirt. Kneeling before Luke, he then proceeded to take off his belt and boots. Almost as if he was putting on a show for Luke to watch in all his incoherency. The last article that remained was his increasingly uncomfortable pants. Smirking almost, Guy grabbed a hold of Luke and pulled him up against his now bare bode engulfing Luke’s lips in a fiery yet strangely overly affectionate kiss.
From underneath lazy eyelids and heavy lashes Luke watched as Guy striped. It was strange, how quickly he’d been able to define this attraction whereas before he was near clueless. Near but not completely, it hadn’t been hard for him to admit that he liked being close to Guy, liked how the bed would dip slightly to his right when Guy climbed on, or how warm he felt in the morning with their sides pressed together. There had been no reason to deny those things in fact and now that he knew the extent of his fondness for all of this there was still no shame.
When Guy pulled Luke’s bare body to his it wasn’t simply warm, it was hot. He’d never known fevers to be pleasant but this intense burn was something he didn’t think he could live long without. And if he trusted the blonde to drive his body sick with desire he supposed it shouldn’t be so hard to trust him for other things. Strong, wiry arms wrapped around the older man’s neck, and Luke’s soft lips kissed back with equal ferocity. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask Guy to stop or even slow down, every motion, every quiver of his body only screamed yes.
With one hand holding Luke keeping them connected and playing the role of support, the other snaked its way down and grabbed a hold of Luke’s bottom kneading the cushioned yet toned muscle and skin. Hungry kisses and little bites at the other’s lower lip left behind even more swollen lips for Guy to devour during his time together with Luke. The arm that had been designated for extra support tugged at the ends of Luke’s hair. It almost made Guy wish that he hadn’t cut his long hair. It was so much fun to play with, especially at times like this. Not like this ever happened prior today, but if it had. Having fistfuls of red silk would have been nice.
Guy broke free from Luke’s mouth and dipped his head lower landed butterfly kisses on Luke’s shoulder only to tease it later with golden eyelashes when he nuzzled Luke, pressing ever closer. His head was not the only thing that lowered itself, the hand that had happily made residence on Luke’s bum took a visit to Guy’s face, sucking on a few of his fingers for a moment before allowing them to return where they came from. The probed fingers through the furrow and touched at the little puckered entrance way, teasing it lightly before allowing one to enter. The others would soon follow suit.
“Guy!” It was by no means a request to stop. In Luke’s head it was still the same torrent of “Yes” and “Guy” but his body was less certain tensing and relaxing and clenching up again. He tossed restlessly, focusing on that feeling of something probing him, it was difficult to ignore even with Guy’s kisses showering his face. He held still though, not pulling away from the uncomfortable sensation, his hand sliding down Guy’s shoulder and resting against it where it was nestled in his now short hair.
His tongue protruding out of his mouth as if he was deep in thought however the look in his eyes told another story. Guy withdrew his fingers and graciously coated them in some body oils that he had stashed a way not too long ago when needed to get a few knots out of his shoulders. Something his forgot in all his eagerness and lustful behavior, well at least now he could claim that he’s left his mark there too. But there was an even better way to do that which wouldn’t be too long now.
Two instead of reentered Luke’s body and continued where the first had left off alone. Going a bit deeper than the first, feeling further, and ever teasing Luke. Now only if Guy could see the look on the redhead’s face.
Luke tensed instinctively though with the oil the digits slipped in much more easily. Squirming slightly he tried to control the soft almost hiccupping breaths that he had been taking, calming down a little now that the sensation slowly settled. With the oil slicking his anus the fingers slid in more smoothly, without that odd friction that was more uncomfortable than anything.
Letting out a sighing breath Luke made an effort to relax himself more, trying not to dwell on how weird to have Guy prodding around his insides like that. Biting his lip slightly he shifted to encourage the touch in fact, trying to push his body against the gentle intrusion. Eager though Guy was the blonde’s motions were nothing short of gentle.
Upon the addition of the third, Guy lowered himself and Luke back onto the padding of the mattress making sure that both sides would enjoy what was to come next. A set of digits stretching the lining while another pulled at his pants unveiling, if not releasing, what lied beneath. Free and Luke as ready as he’ll ever be, Guy withdrew his fingers and grabbed a hold of Luke’s leg placing it over his shoulder.
“I can’t say it won’t feel weird, but I promise that it’ll feel good.” The blond stated in a husky yet slightly slurred voice. Where it was slurred from the alcohol from mere moments before he came home or from the pent up desires finally unleashed, it really didn’t matter though it felt alien to Guy to hear himself speak. However, with that said Guy eased himself into Luke gasping a how tight he was. Sure he knew that since it was his first time things wouldn’t be as loose, but still. He couldn’t help but let out a throaty moan.
Luke let out a small sound, a cross between a yelp and a moan that he quickly stifled by biting down on his lip. He tried, really tried, not to tense when Guy pushed in but even knowing what was going to happen and being prepared for it physically Luke couldn’t have really anticipated the feeling. It hurt and it was weird, Luke arched his back slightly, shifting and letting Guy slip in deeper as he reached up, pulling the older man’s face down for a kiss.
Tears stung at his eyes slightly but he would not cry, it was nothing to cry about. He choked on Guy’s name against Guy’s lips, letting his body rock with the blonde’s. And then they just held still, bound together in the most awkward and intimate part Luke could think of. “Are you—Is it all in?” he asked softly, shaky, some strange wonder in it all. Without thinking Luke tensed, feeling his body embrace the feeling of being impaled. Guy was.... He shifted slightly, feeling it rub inside him. “Yes,” he hissed softly, tightening and rocking, almost curiously as he explored the sensation.
Mouth to mouth and skin on skin, Guy wanted to simply ravish Luke to his heart's content half hoping that Luke would come to like it as well, but his subconscious knew better and would not let him especially since the blond was still heavily influenced by the drinks he had earlier. The nagging voice in his head was loud, obnoxious and it was just easier to submit to the voice than to really defy it. So he held back and worked at the normal standards that one would expect when dealing with someone’s first time.
Still there was the seemingly lusty smile and Luke’s surprising willingness did not go unappreciated. Fully in Guy lowered his face as to whisper something in the younger male’s ear but instead chewed on the earlobe. “Enjoying yourself already?” Guy almost laughed if Luke’s tightness wasn’t slowly beginning to get to him. Steadying his hand on Luke’s raised leg, Guy began to thrust himself inside of Luke. The motions were slow at first as to not hurt Luke too much and for him to get used to this whole feeling. Even if it looked like Luke was already getting used to the feeling new feeling rather quickly, he didn’t want to overwhelm him.
“Nngh,” Luke tried to reply, but it came out sounding neither like an agreement or a disagreement. He wasn’t sure, it was a confusing sensation that sat firmly on a line that divided simply uncomfortable and uncomfortable in a good way that he had not known existed. It reminded him of when Guy would just pet his hair when the blonde thought he was asleep except much more intense, much more invasive and because of that even more intimate with less sweetness and more burn. And Guy said it was supposed to feel good, so Luke believed that, but he wasn’t going to lie back and wait for it to feel good. He wanted to be a part of this, follow the slow strokes because he wasn’t asleep and Guy wasn’t touching his hair. Guy was in him and Luke’s body was eating a part of Guy, so he was damn well going to work on it.
With one leg raised, resting tensely against Guy’s shoulder, it was hard to move much but Luke did not lack in will or enthusiasm. He reached up to grab onto Guy a bit, tugging him down again insistently. When the blonde pressed his weight against Luke he felt like he was pulled open, as if undressed a second time, and Guy would be in at the deepest. Luke pulled himself up enough to kiss the blonde’s lips for a moment, falling back down, and when he did he felt the sparks. Sparks that felt like the first time Guy had touched him, the way feeling someone else’s hand on his erection had made him quiver and moan, but more intense. Luke didn’t scream but the surprised exclamation was close. He nodded now ardently, yes, yes he was enjoying himself. Most definitely.
A tender kiss on the shoulder. The increasing speed of their body’s motions , drawing themselves closer to one another each time like a rhythmic high. Guy foolishly started to question the sight before him. It just seemed so surreal to him, was he really doing this with Luke? Was Luke really enjoying all of this, or was this a twisted and sickening real dream that his sloshed mind came up with. Perhaps Guy was in actuality passed out on the ground and poor Luke dragged him to bed, while he dreamt up this crazy dream. If so, might as well enjoy the delirium. In this dream, he’ll run Luke ragged and leave marks of where he’s been coupled with sloppy kisses. Leave a lasting impression that no one’s ever bound to forget.
Plunging deeper with each downbeat to the rhythm created, their friction entwined into a crescendo towards nothing but a raw sense of pleasure. Unadulterated ecstasy is where the song would end. His hand that held onto Luke’s leg, caressed the soft pliable skin there. Guy wanted to be engulfed his senses of nothing but Luke. A sweet smell that was somewhat tangy at the same time. A kind of sweetness with a bite. It was really a Luke smell. He remembered the first time he was able to be this close. It was almost too good then, how he fumbled around worried about doing anything that was against Luke’s will when it was Luke who wanted to. But that was just the way he was, and the blond wanted every bit of it on him. Granted, he himself carried the flavor of the party of people and all of their drinks. However past all of their own distinct scents there was still the reserved fragrance of Gaillardia.
Each thrust seemed to push them deeper, sinking into the mattress, the pillows, as if they could drown in the soft downy comforter. Luke could feel clearly each kiss and gentle bite that Guy would adorn against his skin, tracing every shadow from his shoulders to his jaw, a light tug against his earlobe, and most importantly short ardent kisses lip to lip. He could feel each time Guy withdrew from his body and more and more he found that he welcomed it each time Guy pushed back in. Everything was startlingly clear, like the acidic blue sky reflecting an acidic blue ocean but at the same time everything seemed to dissolve and foam, merging together in a great bundle of pleasure. When they were done he was sure that there would be a dent in the bed to prove it as well as strawberry red marks dotting his skin.
Luke’s hands slid down the back of Guy’s neck, fingertips digging against the flesh slightly when the older man thrust in again. Sliding down sweat dampened skin his fingers caught against the dangling tag that hung between them. Luke tugged lightly, urging Guy to kiss him.
Thoughtless, Guy obediently followed the instructions that Luke wordlessly left for him. Placing a kiss in sync with the upbeat of his ever increasing tempo, contact that crushed Luke’s lips with great fervor and appetite. His collar, the sign of his ownership, even after Duke Fabre released Guy of his duties as servant he really could not bring himself to take it off. The memories it held were far too important to get rid of, and even now, there would only be more to be added to the funny gold coin with Luke’s monster imprinted on it.
Such a shame that Guy couldn’t be lucid enough to thoroughly savor this and that he half heartily believed that this moment was nothing but a delirious hallucination that his mind had fabricated during his time unconscious. That this touch that he desired was finally met, not in his mind or in his day dreams, but in real life. That he was closing in on a place very few would ever get to touch. Guy knew somewhere, that there was no way that Luke would ever really trust anyone else to do this to him, especially when he knows they’re not quite in their right mindset.
Fine lashes fluttered against reddened cheeks; if it was possible to be driven mindless twice it would have happened to Luke. Guy’s thrusts were long and deep, like a lingering caress and each time he pressed inside Luke he’d set off violent sparks of pleasure that lingered in butterfly touches that coursed through his gut and up his spine before setting off the explosion again. Luke was panting and moaning and if he’d stop crying out for Guy at any point well he began again, a steady building mantra of the blonde’s name. His body tensed, winding up as if almost to the point of snapping.
And then whatever held him taught let go and Luke unwound in a flurry. His reddened face pressed to Guy’s cheek, and the needy whisper of Guy’s name against the blonde’s ear.
The dissipating heat from Luke’s breath left the hairs that it touched standing and the skin a bit colder. Even with how close they were to one another, there was the craving for more of it. Even with Luke spent and himself coming close, Guy wanted to be as close to the scared flame, so close that it’d burn him. His hand on that resided on Luke’s leg slid down allowing the limb to fall into a more and in coordination with the other side, scooped up Luke from the bed into an embrace.
Eyes shut closed he let his senses devour him, magnifying everything. Reliving parts of it in his mind etching it deep into the depths of his mind so that if everything were to be forgotten and lost, he’d have this one thing left for him. This moment that Luke was made his, something that Guy could call his own. But not really that he owned Luke in the literal sense but in the metaphorical sense. There would be no sharing. No giving up without a fight. None of that. Not unless Luke himself told him otherwise.
Luke wrapped his legs around Guy’s waist in response, trying to pull them closer still. His arms were wrapped around Guy’s neck as well, his face resting against the crook of the older man’s neck. Even having climaxed the pleasure still crawled over his skin, enough to make him shiver each time Guy rocked all the way in. Each time he exhaled, moaned, or called out to the blonde the breath and sound was swallowed by the skin of Guy’s neck, making them more a touch than anything else.
Sensations blurred, all the senses experienced seemed to merge into each other, overflow and spill. Luke’s body tightened around Guy as if calling his name, as if wrapping around him and begging for the touch to linger just a moment longer. A moment longer, let the ecstasy last just a little longer. His moans turned into kisses, kissing the same spot over and over again as if that would make that one touch unforgettable and constant even when they weren’t clinging to each other like this.
Luke had lost his mind to the overwhelming feelings much earlier on but still whatever consciousness there was left in him knew he wouldn’t forget this. He would remember each cherished touch, inside and out, he’d remember the blinding pleasure and also the discomfort and pain because it was all a part of it. All of it led to this moment with him in Guy’s arms, completely supported by the other man and completely content and safe. Guy would never lie to him, Guy would never abandon him, Guy would support him and be by his side. Luke held on as tight as he could as if to somehow tell his former guardian that he’d do all the same for him, that Luke could be trusted to stay by his side, to support him, to love him even if he’d yet to say it out loud.
Holding, clutching onto him, Guy’s wiry arms locked to Luke’s frame close to his own. He knew could tell that Luke was being himself again. Luke was telling him in his little ways that nothing bad will happen that he didn’t have anything to worry about, that he wouldn’t have to suffer alone because he had Luke to look out for him. Idiot. If there was anyone that needed looking out for that was Luke himself. He was still so new to this world. So very new with so many things left to learn and a long life ahead of him to see it all, Guy was determined to keep it that way. Guy made sure that even though he’d said it so many times, that he really loved Luke. Every bit. From the way he nipped at the exposed shoulder to the Luke’s neck.
Each kiss, each bite, each thrust, they all told Luke the very words he had heard so many times. He’d live for Luke. Die for him. He’d do his every command, even though he’s no longer required to do so and with in bounds of his own personal standards. How he wanted to just suffocate himself with it all. The feeling became almost too unbearable for him to handle any longer, but still he didn’t want to free himself from his connection with Luke. Deep inside all warm. Barely able to breath. He didn’t want to leave it, but it was just so hard to hold onto anymore.
Just before his breaking point, Guy set Luke back down onto the bedding watching him sink into the dark burgundy comforter. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forever, the look that told him everything that he wanted to hear and so much more. A soft kiss and one of Guy’s trademarked genuine smiles, he let himself go. Please let this not be a dream.
Even as Guy let go of himself Luke clung onto the older man. Another kiss followed Guy’s smile, Luke content to dot short, sweet little kisses against Guy’s lips as the blonde came. His arms remained wrapped around Guy’s neck, pulling the blonde down into the bed with him, letting their combined weight and shape mold into the mattress.
The words almost slipped out, almost did. But Guy still wasn’t all there and Luke was still dizzy from everything that had happened. He would save it for another time, when both of them could hear it loud and clear. There would be no doubts, no moments where it feels more dreamlike than real.
“Guy,” he sighed softly, letting himself relax a bit finally, tired. His legs fell bonelessly against the bed, still spread with Guy pressed between them. He could stay like this all night though, all night and tomorrow, and as long as he could last without food and water.
Bodies intertwined and seemingly attached together by some sort of adhesive, Guy rolled himself over to his side unsure if he should pull himself from Luke or if he should stay as they were. What had just happened was beyond surreal. Words really couldn’t describe the feeling. Heads swimming with words and phrases, but none of them could really explain it with pinpoint accuracy. Regardless, the blond yanked a section of the comforter free from underneath their bodies and cover himself and Luke.
Tomorrow would be a good day.