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Lemon-Lime Sorbet #1. Our Little Secret
with Chopped Nuts, Hot Fudge, Malt, and a Cherry
Story : knights
Rating : NC-17
Timeframe : 1250's
Word Count : 2725
Malt Prompt : Falootin's dare to "please to be slashing Sethan & Kairn"
Soooo, Olram and Falootin have been bugging me for like a year for this. And I finally deliver. Never done slash before. Hope you two are satisfied. It's somewhat OOC, but I tried not to stray too far.
“Do you have to do that?”
“What?” Sethan peered at him over the top of the book as Kairn rolled back the covers and slid into bed. Sethan continued to stare as his feet burrowed under the blankets and his elbow hit the pillow. One dark brow rose, taking the corner of his lips with it, and his eyes trailed over Kairn‘s bare chest. “Something else you’d like to do?”
“That’s a stupid question.” Kairn stretched out his legs, heaved the blankets up over his shoulders, and wormed his way closer, slipping an arm around Sethan‘s ribs. “I have my own bed if I want to sleep, you know.”
“True.” Sethan turned a page.
“Will you put that down already?”
The book dipped with another maddening smirk, another raised brow. “You’re not going to find other ways to make me?”
Kairn scowled, idly picking at the buttons of Sethan’s shirt. “Must I always be the one chasing you?” He pulled open a stretch of shirt and slid a finger inside. Sethan‘s breath hitched, skin tightening against bone as a second followed and a third, and Kairn tugged free the next button in line. “I do a hell of a lot for you. Is it too much to ask for you to act like you care now and then?”
Sethan laid the book, still open, across his chest, one pale hand splayed over the spine as the other rose to tousle Kairn’s hair. “Just where is all this coming from?”
Chin on Sethan’s chest, Kairn glowered at him as he plucked at the laces of his pants. “As if you don’t know,” he said. “This afternoon?“ The knot came free and he gave the waistband a tug. “It’s getting a bit tired, you know.”
His breath sucked in until Kairn could feel the contour of his ribs against the underside of his arm, Sethan squirmed a bit closer. “What is?” he said with an air of utter innocence that only made Kairn’s scowl deepen.
“Being referred to as your woman.”
“Since when have I-”
The hand splayed over Sethan’s middle tightened its grip. “Since when have you disputed it?” he said. “Ever?”
“You know,” said Sethan, eyeing the shape they made beneath the covers, Kairn’s arm cast across his middle, his hand inside his pants, “you’re not exactly making a good argument to the contrary “
Kairn dipped his hand lower, let his fingers brush against him as they swept across his belly, and grinned when he flinched and blinked in response. “Like that won’t change in a moment,” he said. “Get you started and you’ll be on me faster than-” Sethan chuckled and Kairn froze. “What?”
“I was thinking about your problem. I could, perhaps, draw them a nice diagram, clarify things a bit-”
“I- What? No!” He pulled his hand from his pants, his cheeks burning.
Sethan was up on an elbow now, the book clutched against his chest, grinning at him. “You know,” he said, “it might be worth it, just to see the look on your face.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“What?” said Sethan, and his grin widened. “Naughty pictures of you? Yes, quite. Not that I need them.” He flopped back on the pillow, folded his hands across the book, and closed his eyes. “No, no need at all.”
“Hmph.” Kairn flopped over to land on his side and stare at the empty wall across the way.
There was the thump of the book hitting the nightstand, then the tip of a finger slid along the back of his neck. He curled tighter against himself, a position that quickly grew hard to maintain as lips replaced the finger.
“What do you care what they think anyway?” said Sethan, and his breath brushed Kairn’s cheek as his nose grazed his ear.
Kairn scrunched his shoulders and grit his teeth as Sethan worked his way down his neck, lips grazing flesh, barely latching on before slipping away to find the next spot. “It’s not about what they think.”
“Mmm?” Sethan pushed his shoulder aside, wormed his way between it and his head and set his lips to the base of his neck.
“No.” Kairn thought about squirming away and gave it up quickly. “It’s about you, showing me a bit of affec-” The hand on his shoulder pulled him back, shoved him down into the bed, and Sethan‘s mouth landed forcefully on his.
“Well,” said Kairn, fighting for breath, flat on his back between Sethan’s outstretched arms, staring up into those piercing eyes. “That’s a start.” With a smirk, Sethan dropped his head to land a kiss at the base of his throat. “I mean,” he started, as Sethan’s lips continued their descent over his chest, “you never-” Sethan tossed the covers aside and kept on, nibbling his way over flesh, hands and legs working their way down the mattress at either side. Kairn bit his lip as Sethan‘s mouth traversed his ribs, gulped at the air as he paused at his navel. He blinked and shook his head against the pillow, reminding himself he was angry. “Are you listening to me?”
A response too muffled to be understood, but that seemed vaguely an affirmative, came from the vicinity of his waist, and there was a tug at his pants.
“Well, would it kill you to-” The cloth pulled away from his skin and the wet warmth of lips met his waist, his hip, the base of his thigh. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What’s it look like?” said Sethan,. The top of Kairn’s pants still clutched in his hand, he drew his tongue in one long, slow stroke over him that sent a shudder up his spine. Lips replaced the tongue, the words breathed and nuzzled into his flesh. “I thought you wanted me to show you some affection.”
Kairn squirmed against the bed, raised a hand with the thought to pry him off and thrust it back into the sheets instead. “I was asking you to show me some courtesy in public, not stick your head between my legs. Don’t stop!” The hand shot back up and fisted in Sethan’s hair as he pulled away.
Sethan grinned up at him, head poised above his groin, his hand now curled around the inside of his thigh just above the waist of his pants, Kairn’s fingers wound through the dark curls that framed his face. “Someone needs to learn to make up his mind.”
“Someone needs to stop talking.“ Kairn struggled to return the self satisfied smirk. The snicker he received in response told him it was a lost cause. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Sethan lurched to his hands and knees and his head descended.
It took just a flick of the wrist and one swift stroke of Sethan’s jaws for Kairn to feel the back of his throat, and he pressed his head to the pillows and clutched at sheets and hair. Sethan’s lips pulled hard and his tongue slid around him and Kairn shivered and groaned. The mouth clamped around him shook, in what he took to be quiet laughter, and he made a note to himself that this was a good thing, or it would be if done when he wasn‘t angry. Sethan laid a hand over Kairn’s, carefully picked the fingers from his hair, and laid them flat on the sheet at his side.
Hand safely disengaged, Sethan shot him another look and mumbled around him what he presumed to be, “Affectionate enough?”
“Shut up.” Hands ground into the sheets, Kairn bit his lip against the growing pressure Sethan’s every movement incurred. He swore to himself he wasn’t to be bought off so easily. Another stroke of Sethan’s tongue, a scrape of his teeth over him, and he thought, with a whimper and another dig at the sheets, that maybe he didn’t have much choice.
“Close?” Sethan murmured.
“Mmm.”
And then he was gone, leaving Kairn to feel only the cold air.
“Good,” said Sethan, hands on the waist of his own pants as he rolled onto the bed. “My turn now.”
“What?” Kairn blinked, gaped at him a moment, lying there, grinning, wriggling out of his pants. “You tease.”
“Not like you won’t get yours.” Sethan kicked off his pants, shoved them off the side of the bed.
Kairn shook his head and climbed down from the bed to slide his pants off. “Always have to be the one in control, don’t you?” He stepped from the fabric pooled around his ankles and laid a knee, and then a hand, on the bed.
“I find things work better that way,” said Sethan, shifting closer as Kairn brought the hand and leg up across him.
He stayed there a moment, on all fours over Sethan, nose to nose, watching him smirk up at him. “You do, do you?” Not that he was doing anything to remedy that. He shook his head, more at himself than at Sethan, as he made a grab for the nightstand. He caught the knob, rattled the drawer until it fell open, and felt about inside it.
“I do. See?” he added, with a nod to the jar Kairn had procured. “All according to plan.”
“Hmph.” He’d have said more, but there was a hand on either cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. So he fumbled with the lid quietly, one-handed, and as Sethan ground his hands into his hair and pulled at his lips, he knocked his knees aside with his own and wormed between them.
There was a pop from the jar and Kairn blindly tossed aside the lid. Sethan had his head tight in both hands, his waist caught between his knees. “All…” Sethan murmured against his lips as Kairn dipped a hand and ran it over himself, “according…to plan.”
“We’ll see.” Kairn pulled his mouth free. He slid his slick hand under Sethan’s buttocks, shoved his legs a bit further apart. Sethan was splayed beneath him, grinning, tensing and weaving his fingers into the sheets, and Kairn bit his lip as he looked him over. He lifted his backside from the bed and drew their bodies into line, and Sethan‘s hands ground at the bed.
He entered him so slowly his whole body trembled with the effort. Sethan’s eyes rolled shut and he forced his head into the pillow with a long, low groan. Kairn followed him down, pressing their lips together. Still shuddering, he all but withdrew, and Sethan’s lips tightened against his and a hand curled over his rear trying to force him into place.
Kairn shook his head and pried the fingers free. “My plan now.” He’d meant it to be forceful, but the statement came out as more of a squeak. There was something between a laugh and a choke from Sethan as he pressed into him again, but his hands remained on the bed.
Kairn ran his own hand over Sethan’s chest, let his lips glide along his throat. In control or not, Sethan was clearly enjoying himself. His fingers dug at the sheets and his breath came in swift, shallow gulps.
“So,” said Kairn, pausing after another agonizingly slow thrust of his hips, “you’d really want a picture of this, would you?”
Sethan grinned up at him, sweat beaded on his brow. “You can’t say anyone would call you a woman in this position.”
“I…can think of a fair number of other things they could use instead.”
Sethan frowned. “Can we drop this? There are much better uses for your energy. And your lips.” A hand slid up along the underside of Kairn’s jaw, drawing him down.
“Like this?” said Kairn, and he brought his lips down to Sethan’s and kissed him forcefully.
“Precisely,” Sethan murmured as they parted.
“And this?” He bucked his hips against him, lurching deeper into him, and Sethan clutched at his shoulders with a strangled “yes!”
Kairn grinned and thrust hard again and Sethan clawed at his arms. He brought his lips to his ear, his throat, his collarbone, and pressed his body as tight to Sethan’s as he could, belly firm against the hard flesh trapped beneath it.
Sethan moaned and bucked against him. A hand forced its way between them.
“Mine.” Kairn swatted the hand away and slid his own in its place.
Sethan glowered at him, but curled the hand around his shoulder. “You’re not much good with your hands, you know.” The way his fingers dug at his shoulder and his teeth worked his lip said differently.
“Tough,” said Kairn, his arm jerking awkwardly as he tried to coordinate the strokes of his hand with those of his hips, all while keeping his balance on one arm.
“Oh?” said Sethan, his breath coming harder and faster, his hand scrabbling along his shoulder, kneading its way towards his neck.
Kairn slowed his pace, fist sliding from tip to base as he thrust into him, and Sethan pressed his head into the pillow, eyes rolling shut and nails digging into his back. “I think,” said Kairn, “I can see why,” he bit his lip and thrust again, and Sethan bucked against him, “you like this whole control thing.”
Sethan pried open an eye to glare at him, teeth gritted. “Can we go back to the part where we both shut our mouths?”
Kairn grinned, gave him a squueze, and thrust again, and Sethan whimpered. “Why?” he said. “You close?”
“Mmm.”
“So I shouldn’t let go?”
He hadn’t removed so much as a finger when there was a grip like a vice on his wrist. “Wasn’t going to.” Sethan’s fingers walked their way over the back of his hand to curl over his own. He squeezed, pulled, and forced Kairn’s hand into a frantic rhythm.
Kairn laid his head against Sethan’s chest and pushed harder as he tightened around him. “See?” said Sethan, as they heaved against each other, trembling and gasping. “This is how you-”
The words died in a groan from them both as Kairn spilled into him. He pulled his hand from the sheets, slid it down Sethan’s ribs to curl it around his backside and pull him tighter to him, letting all his weight fall on top of him. Sethan’s hand spasmed against his own as he came as well, wet warmth washing over their fingers, filling the space between them.
Kairn lifted his head as he slipped from within him, lips blindly seeking until they found Sethan’s to be doing the same. They came together, in a long, gentle kiss, as they pried slick fingers apart between them.
He rolled to the side, dragging a hand over Sethan’s belly, watching him follow him with eyes half lidded and a dreamy smile. “You know,“ he said. “I could get used to that. Watching you squirm.” His finger drew a slow circle around Sethan’s navel and he felt the gentle heave beneath it that was halfway between a sigh and a snore. “I wonder if I could get you to beg.”
Sethan’s sleepy smile quirked into a half grin. “You wish.”
He let his hand drift over to his hip and his head settle against his shoulder. “I suppose I’ll never know if I don’t give it a try.”
There was a sniff bordering on a snort from Sethan and Kairn grinned.
“About those pictures…”
“Hmm?”
Kairn looked up, found Sethan studying him from one eye, only half opened. “I wouldn’t mind one of you like this. Half asleep and smiling at me.”
Sethan sniffed again and opened both eyes. “Sap.” He wormed out from under him to reach for the nightstand, make a grab for his book.
Kairn reached past him, grabbed the book, and tossed it on the floor. He met Sethan’s reproachful glare with a grin. “You like it.”
Sethan shook his head. He laid a quick kiss on the tip of Kairn’s nose before settling back onto the pillows. “I’m not admitting to any such thing.”
“You don’t have to,” said Kairn, crawling back into the crook of his arm and draping an arm over him. He nuzzled his head against the side of his neck and closed his eyes, and Sethan curled his arm around his back. He gave his hip a squeeze and his neck a kiss and sighed as Sethan squeezed him back.
with Chopped Nuts, Hot Fudge, Malt, and a Cherry
Story : knights
Rating : NC-17
Timeframe : 1250's
Word Count : 2725
Malt Prompt : Falootin's dare to "please to be slashing Sethan & Kairn"
Soooo, Olram and Falootin have been bugging me for like a year for this. And I finally deliver. Never done slash before. Hope you two are satisfied. It's somewhat OOC, but I tried not to stray too far.
“Do you have to do that?”
“What?” Sethan peered at him over the top of the book as Kairn rolled back the covers and slid into bed. Sethan continued to stare as his feet burrowed under the blankets and his elbow hit the pillow. One dark brow rose, taking the corner of his lips with it, and his eyes trailed over Kairn‘s bare chest. “Something else you’d like to do?”
“That’s a stupid question.” Kairn stretched out his legs, heaved the blankets up over his shoulders, and wormed his way closer, slipping an arm around Sethan‘s ribs. “I have my own bed if I want to sleep, you know.”
“True.” Sethan turned a page.
“Will you put that down already?”
The book dipped with another maddening smirk, another raised brow. “You’re not going to find other ways to make me?”
Kairn scowled, idly picking at the buttons of Sethan’s shirt. “Must I always be the one chasing you?” He pulled open a stretch of shirt and slid a finger inside. Sethan‘s breath hitched, skin tightening against bone as a second followed and a third, and Kairn tugged free the next button in line. “I do a hell of a lot for you. Is it too much to ask for you to act like you care now and then?”
Sethan laid the book, still open, across his chest, one pale hand splayed over the spine as the other rose to tousle Kairn’s hair. “Just where is all this coming from?”
Chin on Sethan’s chest, Kairn glowered at him as he plucked at the laces of his pants. “As if you don’t know,” he said. “This afternoon?“ The knot came free and he gave the waistband a tug. “It’s getting a bit tired, you know.”
His breath sucked in until Kairn could feel the contour of his ribs against the underside of his arm, Sethan squirmed a bit closer. “What is?” he said with an air of utter innocence that only made Kairn’s scowl deepen.
“Being referred to as your woman.”
“Since when have I-”
The hand splayed over Sethan’s middle tightened its grip. “Since when have you disputed it?” he said. “Ever?”
“You know,” said Sethan, eyeing the shape they made beneath the covers, Kairn’s arm cast across his middle, his hand inside his pants, “you’re not exactly making a good argument to the contrary “
Kairn dipped his hand lower, let his fingers brush against him as they swept across his belly, and grinned when he flinched and blinked in response. “Like that won’t change in a moment,” he said. “Get you started and you’ll be on me faster than-” Sethan chuckled and Kairn froze. “What?”
“I was thinking about your problem. I could, perhaps, draw them a nice diagram, clarify things a bit-”
“I- What? No!” He pulled his hand from his pants, his cheeks burning.
Sethan was up on an elbow now, the book clutched against his chest, grinning at him. “You know,” he said, “it might be worth it, just to see the look on your face.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“What?” said Sethan, and his grin widened. “Naughty pictures of you? Yes, quite. Not that I need them.” He flopped back on the pillow, folded his hands across the book, and closed his eyes. “No, no need at all.”
“Hmph.” Kairn flopped over to land on his side and stare at the empty wall across the way.
There was the thump of the book hitting the nightstand, then the tip of a finger slid along the back of his neck. He curled tighter against himself, a position that quickly grew hard to maintain as lips replaced the finger.
“What do you care what they think anyway?” said Sethan, and his breath brushed Kairn’s cheek as his nose grazed his ear.
Kairn scrunched his shoulders and grit his teeth as Sethan worked his way down his neck, lips grazing flesh, barely latching on before slipping away to find the next spot. “It’s not about what they think.”
“Mmm?” Sethan pushed his shoulder aside, wormed his way between it and his head and set his lips to the base of his neck.
“No.” Kairn thought about squirming away and gave it up quickly. “It’s about you, showing me a bit of affec-” The hand on his shoulder pulled him back, shoved him down into the bed, and Sethan‘s mouth landed forcefully on his.
“Well,” said Kairn, fighting for breath, flat on his back between Sethan’s outstretched arms, staring up into those piercing eyes. “That’s a start.” With a smirk, Sethan dropped his head to land a kiss at the base of his throat. “I mean,” he started, as Sethan’s lips continued their descent over his chest, “you never-” Sethan tossed the covers aside and kept on, nibbling his way over flesh, hands and legs working their way down the mattress at either side. Kairn bit his lip as Sethan‘s mouth traversed his ribs, gulped at the air as he paused at his navel. He blinked and shook his head against the pillow, reminding himself he was angry. “Are you listening to me?”
A response too muffled to be understood, but that seemed vaguely an affirmative, came from the vicinity of his waist, and there was a tug at his pants.
“Well, would it kill you to-” The cloth pulled away from his skin and the wet warmth of lips met his waist, his hip, the base of his thigh. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What’s it look like?” said Sethan,. The top of Kairn’s pants still clutched in his hand, he drew his tongue in one long, slow stroke over him that sent a shudder up his spine. Lips replaced the tongue, the words breathed and nuzzled into his flesh. “I thought you wanted me to show you some affection.”
Kairn squirmed against the bed, raised a hand with the thought to pry him off and thrust it back into the sheets instead. “I was asking you to show me some courtesy in public, not stick your head between my legs. Don’t stop!” The hand shot back up and fisted in Sethan’s hair as he pulled away.
Sethan grinned up at him, head poised above his groin, his hand now curled around the inside of his thigh just above the waist of his pants, Kairn’s fingers wound through the dark curls that framed his face. “Someone needs to learn to make up his mind.”
“Someone needs to stop talking.“ Kairn struggled to return the self satisfied smirk. The snicker he received in response told him it was a lost cause. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Sethan lurched to his hands and knees and his head descended.
It took just a flick of the wrist and one swift stroke of Sethan’s jaws for Kairn to feel the back of his throat, and he pressed his head to the pillows and clutched at sheets and hair. Sethan’s lips pulled hard and his tongue slid around him and Kairn shivered and groaned. The mouth clamped around him shook, in what he took to be quiet laughter, and he made a note to himself that this was a good thing, or it would be if done when he wasn‘t angry. Sethan laid a hand over Kairn’s, carefully picked the fingers from his hair, and laid them flat on the sheet at his side.
Hand safely disengaged, Sethan shot him another look and mumbled around him what he presumed to be, “Affectionate enough?”
“Shut up.” Hands ground into the sheets, Kairn bit his lip against the growing pressure Sethan’s every movement incurred. He swore to himself he wasn’t to be bought off so easily. Another stroke of Sethan’s tongue, a scrape of his teeth over him, and he thought, with a whimper and another dig at the sheets, that maybe he didn’t have much choice.
“Close?” Sethan murmured.
“Mmm.”
And then he was gone, leaving Kairn to feel only the cold air.
“Good,” said Sethan, hands on the waist of his own pants as he rolled onto the bed. “My turn now.”
“What?” Kairn blinked, gaped at him a moment, lying there, grinning, wriggling out of his pants. “You tease.”
“Not like you won’t get yours.” Sethan kicked off his pants, shoved them off the side of the bed.
Kairn shook his head and climbed down from the bed to slide his pants off. “Always have to be the one in control, don’t you?” He stepped from the fabric pooled around his ankles and laid a knee, and then a hand, on the bed.
“I find things work better that way,” said Sethan, shifting closer as Kairn brought the hand and leg up across him.
He stayed there a moment, on all fours over Sethan, nose to nose, watching him smirk up at him. “You do, do you?” Not that he was doing anything to remedy that. He shook his head, more at himself than at Sethan, as he made a grab for the nightstand. He caught the knob, rattled the drawer until it fell open, and felt about inside it.
“I do. See?” he added, with a nod to the jar Kairn had procured. “All according to plan.”
“Hmph.” He’d have said more, but there was a hand on either cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. So he fumbled with the lid quietly, one-handed, and as Sethan ground his hands into his hair and pulled at his lips, he knocked his knees aside with his own and wormed between them.
There was a pop from the jar and Kairn blindly tossed aside the lid. Sethan had his head tight in both hands, his waist caught between his knees. “All…” Sethan murmured against his lips as Kairn dipped a hand and ran it over himself, “according…to plan.”
“We’ll see.” Kairn pulled his mouth free. He slid his slick hand under Sethan’s buttocks, shoved his legs a bit further apart. Sethan was splayed beneath him, grinning, tensing and weaving his fingers into the sheets, and Kairn bit his lip as he looked him over. He lifted his backside from the bed and drew their bodies into line, and Sethan‘s hands ground at the bed.
He entered him so slowly his whole body trembled with the effort. Sethan’s eyes rolled shut and he forced his head into the pillow with a long, low groan. Kairn followed him down, pressing their lips together. Still shuddering, he all but withdrew, and Sethan’s lips tightened against his and a hand curled over his rear trying to force him into place.
Kairn shook his head and pried the fingers free. “My plan now.” He’d meant it to be forceful, but the statement came out as more of a squeak. There was something between a laugh and a choke from Sethan as he pressed into him again, but his hands remained on the bed.
Kairn ran his own hand over Sethan’s chest, let his lips glide along his throat. In control or not, Sethan was clearly enjoying himself. His fingers dug at the sheets and his breath came in swift, shallow gulps.
“So,” said Kairn, pausing after another agonizingly slow thrust of his hips, “you’d really want a picture of this, would you?”
Sethan grinned up at him, sweat beaded on his brow. “You can’t say anyone would call you a woman in this position.”
“I…can think of a fair number of other things they could use instead.”
Sethan frowned. “Can we drop this? There are much better uses for your energy. And your lips.” A hand slid up along the underside of Kairn’s jaw, drawing him down.
“Like this?” said Kairn, and he brought his lips down to Sethan’s and kissed him forcefully.
“Precisely,” Sethan murmured as they parted.
“And this?” He bucked his hips against him, lurching deeper into him, and Sethan clutched at his shoulders with a strangled “yes!”
Kairn grinned and thrust hard again and Sethan clawed at his arms. He brought his lips to his ear, his throat, his collarbone, and pressed his body as tight to Sethan’s as he could, belly firm against the hard flesh trapped beneath it.
Sethan moaned and bucked against him. A hand forced its way between them.
“Mine.” Kairn swatted the hand away and slid his own in its place.
Sethan glowered at him, but curled the hand around his shoulder. “You’re not much good with your hands, you know.” The way his fingers dug at his shoulder and his teeth worked his lip said differently.
“Tough,” said Kairn, his arm jerking awkwardly as he tried to coordinate the strokes of his hand with those of his hips, all while keeping his balance on one arm.
“Oh?” said Sethan, his breath coming harder and faster, his hand scrabbling along his shoulder, kneading its way towards his neck.
Kairn slowed his pace, fist sliding from tip to base as he thrust into him, and Sethan pressed his head into the pillow, eyes rolling shut and nails digging into his back. “I think,” said Kairn, “I can see why,” he bit his lip and thrust again, and Sethan bucked against him, “you like this whole control thing.”
Sethan pried open an eye to glare at him, teeth gritted. “Can we go back to the part where we both shut our mouths?”
Kairn grinned, gave him a squueze, and thrust again, and Sethan whimpered. “Why?” he said. “You close?”
“Mmm.”
“So I shouldn’t let go?”
He hadn’t removed so much as a finger when there was a grip like a vice on his wrist. “Wasn’t going to.” Sethan’s fingers walked their way over the back of his hand to curl over his own. He squeezed, pulled, and forced Kairn’s hand into a frantic rhythm.
Kairn laid his head against Sethan’s chest and pushed harder as he tightened around him. “See?” said Sethan, as they heaved against each other, trembling and gasping. “This is how you-”
The words died in a groan from them both as Kairn spilled into him. He pulled his hand from the sheets, slid it down Sethan’s ribs to curl it around his backside and pull him tighter to him, letting all his weight fall on top of him. Sethan’s hand spasmed against his own as he came as well, wet warmth washing over their fingers, filling the space between them.
Kairn lifted his head as he slipped from within him, lips blindly seeking until they found Sethan’s to be doing the same. They came together, in a long, gentle kiss, as they pried slick fingers apart between them.
He rolled to the side, dragging a hand over Sethan’s belly, watching him follow him with eyes half lidded and a dreamy smile. “You know,“ he said. “I could get used to that. Watching you squirm.” His finger drew a slow circle around Sethan’s navel and he felt the gentle heave beneath it that was halfway between a sigh and a snore. “I wonder if I could get you to beg.”
Sethan’s sleepy smile quirked into a half grin. “You wish.”
He let his hand drift over to his hip and his head settle against his shoulder. “I suppose I’ll never know if I don’t give it a try.”
There was a sniff bordering on a snort from Sethan and Kairn grinned.
“About those pictures…”
“Hmm?”
Kairn looked up, found Sethan studying him from one eye, only half opened. “I wouldn’t mind one of you like this. Half asleep and smiling at me.”
Sethan sniffed again and opened both eyes. “Sap.” He wormed out from under him to reach for the nightstand, make a grab for his book.
Kairn reached past him, grabbed the book, and tossed it on the floor. He met Sethan’s reproachful glare with a grin. “You like it.”
Sethan shook his head. He laid a quick kiss on the tip of Kairn’s nose before settling back onto the pillows. “I’m not admitting to any such thing.”
“You don’t have to,” said Kairn, crawling back into the crook of his arm and draping an arm over him. He nuzzled his head against the side of his neck and closed his eyes, and Sethan curled his arm around his back. He gave his hip a squeeze and his neck a kiss and sighed as Sethan squeezed him back.