[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.]
( He looks briefly puzzled himself, wondering if there was something off in his delivery or his expression. There's nothing on his mind at the moment that would create any doubt. His hand falls away from Huaisang's cheek, pressing against his shoulder instead. )
( Javert settles in alongside him, wrapping his arms around his husband's waist and giving a soft rumble in response. He doesn't make any attempt to move, to settle in to sleep until Huaisang desires to let go.
He mutters another expression of gratitude, just to let Huaisang know how much he truly appreciates this. )
[He clings for a few minutes, grip tight, not caring much that the splatters of seed on his chest are now smeared across Javert in return. But it is something he needs dealt with before he can sleep, too fastidious to bear having it dry on his skin and begin to itch. At last he sighs and relaxes, nuzzling at Javert's jaw and pressing a few last kisses along his skin before he lets go.] Shall we clean up?
( He pulls away just a little, aware of the mess that he's made of himself as soon as the air hits his skin. He lifts himself off of the bed, going about their usual routine without so much as a thought — turning on the faucet, allowing the bathtub to fill while Huaisang adjusts it to his whims. Javert settles in beside him, cleaning, meticulously taking care of his husband before doing the same for himself, wiping away any sweat, spit and seed that has dried on their skin. )
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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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( He looks briefly puzzled himself, wondering if there was something off in his delivery or his expression. There's nothing on his mind at the moment that would create any doubt. His hand falls away from Huaisang's cheek, pressing against his shoulder instead. )
I only wished to hear you say it.
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I love you. I'm yours. [Huaisang nuzzled at the side of his throat, still gripping him tight and refusing to let go just yet.]
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He mutters another expression of gratitude, just to let Huaisang know how much he truly appreciates this. )
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( He pulls away just a little, aware of the mess that he's made of himself as soon as the air hits his skin. He lifts himself off of the bed, going about their usual routine without so much as a thought — turning on the faucet, allowing the bathtub to fill while Huaisang adjusts it to his whims. Javert settles in beside him, cleaning, meticulously taking care of his husband before doing the same for himself, wiping away any sweat, spit and seed that has dried on their skin. )