[Huaisang licks his lips with pleasure at the sight of his husband, the glimpse of skin at his throat. Lifting his face into the kiss, he lets his lashes close with pleasure, making a soft sound as he receives the kiss and then opening his eyes to smile again as Javert speaks.]
Merry ... Crimtis. [Or whatever the name of the holiday is. Huaisang always struggles with the bizarre arrangement of consonants in the unfamiliar name, and he hears it infrequently enough that it's easy to forget it again from year to year.]
( Javert smiles in that restrained way of his — not wishing to terrify or intimidate, but to answer Huaisang's joy with a little of his own. He lifts his shirt up over his head and climbs into bed over Huaisang, kissing him once more and curling a hand around his wrist. )
Lay still. No thoughts.
( He wraps his fingers firmly around his husband's wrist, adding just a bit more restraint to his already locked hands. Javert kisses him from his lips down to his neck, humming a bit as he nips at Huaisang's neck, marking him. )
[Huaisang give a soft hum of agreement, melting back against the bed as Javert grips him tight and kisses his way along Huaisang's neck. He tips his head to offer more of his throat, making a happy whimper as he wriggles a little beneath Javert, eager for more. It's not quite the lay still that Javert instructed, but Huaisang can't ever help a certain amount of wiggles, his joy and pleasure always trying to vibrate out through his skin.
His breath catches as Javert nips at his throat. The marks will fade within a day or two, as they always do with Huaisang's increased healing, but Huaisang is always eager to have more marks, always turned on by being claimed.]
( He keeps the marks small, not wanting to fill Huaisang's neck with large, unbecoming bruises, overwhelm him with his possessiveness. It's always been a delicate balancing act, wanting to give Huaisang the claiming he desires without feeling as if he is encroaching on any of Huaisang's other lovers, the things and the marks they may leave on him. If they might try to take Javert's marks away — he has learned to compartmentalize and keep himself utterly emotionless to it. He doesn't want to upset his husband, make him feel caged or like Javert is stifling him.
So he remains reserved, lowers his mouth down onto Huaisang's collar bone and kisses him there, rubbing him with his beard in a way that will not leave barely a rash. Hus hand remains encircled around Huaisang's wrist, nuzzling him a bit before pulling away and staring down at him. )
Raise your hands.
( He tells him, urging Huaisang to hold his arms above his head while Javert pins them there, opening him up a little further to his husband's touch, his mouth. )
[Huaisang writhes happily as Javert keeps kissing and nuzzling at his throat. He lifts his hands obediently, allowing them to be pinned, so that then he can writhe and arch a little more earnestly against Javert's steady grip. The bristle of his beard makes Huaisang shiver, cock filling and straining against the front of his dainty panties as Javert scatters kisses over his delicate skin.] Feels so good. Tickles. Don't stop.
[He stretches out his legs to loop lightly around Javert's waist, wanting to entangle him a little bit.]
( He hums a little, keeping Huaisang's wrists pinned above his head with one hand, undoing the front of his top with the other. The bow slips away easily, exposing his husband's chest and the sensitive peaks of his nipples to Javert's mouth. His head tilts down, teasing him with his beard and drawing one of his nipples into his mouth with a groan. Biting gently, suckling and soothing him for a few moments afterward.
His free hand curls around Huaisang's waist, holding onto him more than pinning him down, not desiring to stifle any writhing or vibrations of intensity. He moves from one side of his chest to the other, teasing him just the same as before. )
[Huaisang gasps as the bow slips open to reveal his chest, and then quickly groans as Javert's warm breath closes around his nipple. He arches up with a needy whine, body shivering at the sharp pleasure of the bite and the tickling stimulation of Javert's beard.]
Javert. [He breathes his husband's name, reverent, and then whines again, feet sliding restlessly against the mattress, gaining purchase only occasionally as he writhes and grinds his hips upward.]
( Javert doesn't allow him any mercy, continuing to suck and lick at his nipple before moving over to the other. His body remains straddled over Huaisang's, his cock filling eagerly against the front of his trousers, but he does nothing to match his husband's grinding, the way he writhes against him as if greedy.
His cock is another gift Javert will unwrap, but not until he fully enjoys the first. Huaisang's skin isn't injured, but it is left with a bit of a red burn, temporary marks from Javert's beard and teeth, before he pulls away, staring down at his husband with a carnal sort of intensity. )
Yes. You shall. [Huaisang lifts his chin, smug and happy, playfully commanding even though Javert has him pinned. He shivers with pleasure, so happy to have attention lavished upon him like this. His cock strains against the front of the panties, nipples sharp points in the wake of Javert's warm mouth leaving them cool and wet.] Go on.
( He isn't about to keep him waiting for long — he lets go of Huaisang's wrists for just a moment, hands sliding down to take hold of his husband's shoulders and back, pulling him and rolling him onto his front. Leaving him with his arms pinned against the mattress, held together by the pearled cuffs at his wrists as Javert slowly and indulgently unties his panties. He cups his hands on either side of Huaisang's cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze before biting down, a soft nip that is more teasing that painful. )
I wish to leave just one mark.
( He says, in case his husband has any objections. )
( More than one seems like an overindulgence, and Javert is trying to be careful not to overstep. He knows that he can get too possessive, that he is not the only man Huaisang cares for and leaving him littered in bites might be more concerning than appreciative.
He sinks his teeth into the curve of ass, biting hard enough to leave a mark that may linger. If not for days then at least for the night, the sting of it reminding him of Javert's claim, right there on the softest part of his rear. He kisses the rest of what he doesn't nip, slow and indulgent before flipping him back over, remembering Huaisang's preference about having his cock touched first. )
[Huaisang gives a cry of pleasure at that bite, grinding his hips down against the mattress. He pouts a tiny bit that there are no more bites, but doesn't press the issue.
Licking his lips as Javert turns him over, Huaisang lifts his eyes to his husband, all sweet invitation with a hint of smugness. He keeps his wrists in place above his head, 'captured' by the delicate bindings.]
( Javert returns the look for a moment, his savagery and possessiveness sated for a bit at the sight. It's one thing to capture another man unwillingly, hold them against their will and desire, but it is quite another to do so willingly, to see a man allow Javert to bind him and not struggle to get away. He finds he likes the latter better, enjoys seeing Huaisang hold himself in place without Javert having to pin him.
Not that he won't deny his husband that pleasure — his hands curling around his hips and holding him there, wrapping his mouth around Huaisang's cock and taking it eagerly. Bobbing up and down a few times before pulling away, reaching up to tease at his chest and bite his nipples with his teeth. A gentle sort of devouring, one that feels possessive but not harmful. He rumbles a soft, )
[Huaisang cries out with pleasure as Javert swallows him down like that, surrounding him to the hilt with warmth and pleasure. His hips try to thrust up, but Javert's grip is powerful, keeping him from moving even the slightest bit, which makes it all the better, trapping him while Javert lavishes sensations upon him.
He's gasping as Javert pulls away, whining a little as his cock is left cool and wet, but he moans happily at the bites that follow, making him arch up from the bed, hips straining again in Javert's grip, trying to writhe.]
( His hands remain firm against Huaisang's hips, keeping him from trying to squirm or thrust his body up into his husband's own. Javert, himself, is still dressed from the waist down, cock straining hard against his trousers but ignored for the time being. He continues to lick and nip at Huaisang's chest, moving from his nipples to his pecs, his belly and further down. Like a predator sinking his mouth onto his prey, tasting him all over and drawing the moment out before he gives his husband what he wants the most. )
[Huaisang does his best to keep his focus on keeping his hands still, not pulling against the delicate pearl chain that might snap if he tugs on it. The rest of his body, however, he allows instinct to pull him, torso twisting and arching even while Javert keeps his hips pinned.
Whimpering and whining with pleasure, Huaisang keeps his words behind his teeth, not wanting to beg or request anything when he knows that Javert will obey him, and he wants to find out what Javert will do with him with total free rein. He shivers each time Javert's beard rasps against his skin, cock giving a throb at the contrast between harsh beard and soft lips as Javert explores him.]
( Javert doesn't keep him aching for too long, his mouth moving from his chest down to his hips, unbothered by the squirming Huaisang does against his hands. His mouth wraps around his cock and he sucks, humming a bit at the taste, the feeling of his throbbing in his mouth as he takes all the way to the hilt. This time, he doesn't pull away, doesn't show any interest in anything else but bringing his husband to pleasure.
He bobs his head, lips sliding against his shaft with slick pleasure, single-minded and determined to receive Huaisang's completion. )
[Huaisang groans loud and shameless as Javert sucks him off. His hips and wrists stay pinned in place, but the rest of his body shifts and writhes, straining against Javert's grip as he tries to thrust upward even though Javert's giving him more than enough.
Coming with a cry, Huaisang's spine arches up, head thrown back and face furrowed with the agony of pleasure for a moment until he melts, panting, lashes fluttering as he recovers.]
( Javert swallows down everything he's given, humming softly around his husband's cock as he pulls away and off of the bed. His own desire strains hard against his trousers, full and aching and unbearably tight. Javert unclasps the front, pulling them off and setting them aside neatly, reaching over to one of the nightstands to retrieve some lube. Somethings to make his touch a little more slick and easy as he takes his cock in hand, stroking himself as he climbs back onto the mattress.
He slots himself in between Huaisang's legs, holding himself over the other's body and towering over him on his knees. )
[Huaisang watches his husband with low-lidded eyes, admiring his body as the trousers come off, the strength and solidity of him, the well-maintained musculature.
Grinning at the promise, Huaisang nods, still keeping his wrists in place but wiggling a little in anticipation.] Yes. Please. Mark me. Claim me.
( It doesn't take long for Javert to find his release, his movements becoming a little more frantic and rough before he spills with a grunt. His come shoots all over Huaisang's torso, across his belly and chest as Javert shudders his way through the aftershocks, the utter bliss that overtakes his body. His squeezes his shaft, pulling back to admire his handiwork for a moment before reaching for the little gold clasps on the cuffs. )
[Huaisang remains comfortably melted into the pillows even once he's 'freed', eyes lingering on Javert fondly as he waits for his husband to settle. The cooling seed against his body functions as a deliciously obscene marking, and Huaisang doesn't want to move and dislodge any of it.
His eyes follow every one of Javert's moves, lips curved softly with a smug smirk, gaze heated, confident in his ownership.]
( He sets the pearls aside carefully, resting them atop the nightstand to be placed away later. For now, his attention is entirely on his husband, the bareness of his skin marked with Javert's seed, captured and claimed like some sort of prize, a gift he is pleased to unwrap.
Javert leans over him and kisses him possessively, his hand cupping Huaisang's cheek as his tongue slides into his mouth. He answers Huaisang's fervor with a bit of his own, devouring him with his mouth and tongue before pulling away. )
I am yours. ( He says, still cupping his husband's cheek. ) And you are mine, yes?
[Huaisang kisses back with a pleased moan, tipping his chin up into it. He licks his lips as Javert pulls away, smiling warmly up at him, though the question makes him blink.] Yes. Have you been doubting that?
[He reaches up to cup Javert's cheek in return, brow furrowing a little as he studies his husband's face.]
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Merry ... Crimtis. [Or whatever the name of the holiday is. Huaisang always struggles with the bizarre arrangement of consonants in the unfamiliar name, and he hears it infrequently enough that it's easy to forget it again from year to year.]
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Lay still. No thoughts.
( He wraps his fingers firmly around his husband's wrist, adding just a bit more restraint to his already locked hands. Javert kisses him from his lips down to his neck, humming a bit as he nips at Huaisang's neck, marking him. )
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His breath catches as Javert nips at his throat. The marks will fade within a day or two, as they always do with Huaisang's increased healing, but Huaisang is always eager to have more marks, always turned on by being claimed.]
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So he remains reserved, lowers his mouth down onto Huaisang's collar bone and kisses him there, rubbing him with his beard in a way that will not leave barely a rash. Hus hand remains encircled around Huaisang's wrist, nuzzling him a bit before pulling away and staring down at him. )
Raise your hands.
( He tells him, urging Huaisang to hold his arms above his head while Javert pins them there, opening him up a little further to his husband's touch, his mouth. )
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[He stretches out his legs to loop lightly around Javert's waist, wanting to entangle him a little bit.]
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His free hand curls around Huaisang's waist, holding onto him more than pinning him down, not desiring to stifle any writhing or vibrations of intensity. He moves from one side of his chest to the other, teasing him just the same as before. )
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Javert. [He breathes his husband's name, reverent, and then whines again, feet sliding restlessly against the mattress, gaining purchase only occasionally as he writhes and grinds his hips upward.]
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His cock is another gift Javert will unwrap, but not until he fully enjoys the first. Huaisang's skin isn't injured, but it is left with a bit of a red burn, temporary marks from Javert's beard and teeth, before he pulls away, staring down at his husband with a carnal sort of intensity. )
Shall I enjoy the rest of you?
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I wish to leave just one mark.
( He says, in case his husband has any objections. )
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You can leave more than one mark, [Huaisang offers flirtatiously, wiggling his hips.] Claim me. I'm yours.
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He sinks his teeth into the curve of ass, biting hard enough to leave a mark that may linger. If not for days then at least for the night, the sting of it reminding him of Javert's claim, right there on the softest part of his rear. He kisses the rest of what he doesn't nip, slow and indulgent before flipping him back over, remembering Huaisang's preference about having his cock touched first. )
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Licking his lips as Javert turns him over, Huaisang lifts his eyes to his husband, all sweet invitation with a hint of smugness. He keeps his wrists in place above his head, 'captured' by the delicate bindings.]
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Not that he won't deny his husband that pleasure — his hands curling around his hips and holding him there, wrapping his mouth around Huaisang's cock and taking it eagerly. Bobbing up and down a few times before pulling away, reaching up to tease at his chest and bite his nipples with his teeth. A gentle sort of devouring, one that feels possessive but not harmful. He rumbles a soft, )
Good.
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He's gasping as Javert pulls away, whining a little as his cock is left cool and wet, but he moans happily at the bites that follow, making him arch up from the bed, hips straining again in Javert's grip, trying to writhe.]
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Whimpering and whining with pleasure, Huaisang keeps his words behind his teeth, not wanting to beg or request anything when he knows that Javert will obey him, and he wants to find out what Javert will do with him with total free rein. He shivers each time Javert's beard rasps against his skin, cock giving a throb at the contrast between harsh beard and soft lips as Javert explores him.]
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He bobs his head, lips sliding against his shaft with slick pleasure, single-minded and determined to receive Huaisang's completion. )
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Coming with a cry, Huaisang's spine arches up, head thrown back and face furrowed with the agony of pleasure for a moment until he melts, panting, lashes fluttering as he recovers.]
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He slots himself in between Huaisang's legs, holding himself over the other's body and towering over him on his knees. )
I'll mark you like this.
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Grinning at the promise, Huaisang nods, still keeping his wrists in place but wiggling a little in anticipation.] Yes. Please. Mark me. Claim me.
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No more. You are free.
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His eyes follow every one of Javert's moves, lips curved softly with a smug smirk, gaze heated, confident in his ownership.]
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Javert leans over him and kisses him possessively, his hand cupping Huaisang's cheek as his tongue slides into his mouth. He answers Huaisang's fervor with a bit of his own, devouring him with his mouth and tongue before pulling away. )
I am yours. ( He says, still cupping his husband's cheek. ) And you are mine, yes?
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[He reaches up to cup Javert's cheek in return, brow furrowing a little as he studies his husband's face.]
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