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M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [2a/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 02:24 am (UTC)(link)"Hey," he said, voice croaky from sleep, "I didn't mean you had to literally stay here the whole day."
The bed shifted as the King did, settling closer behind him and slipping an arm around his waist. "Don't worry, I didn't," he said. "Got up for a while, came to check in on you a few times. Just... liked bein' near you."
There was a moment hanging thick with something he wasn't saying, and Viv tucked his elbow back, gently nudging the King's chest. "Tell me."
The arm around Viv's waist tightened. "Just... glad to be reminded that you're okay. Since the news came, it's been... it's been rough."
Viv ran his hand down the King's arm and laced their fingers together. "I'm here. I'm okay. I always am."
The King chuckled, nosing at Viv's hair. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're immortal. You defeated the grip of Death Itself. Now shut up an' lemme worry about you."
"Baby, if you think I will ever shut up, you don't know me very well at all."
There was another warm chuckle from the King, and they fell into a comfortable silence, Viv lightly running his thumb over the King's where their hands linked. He felt a firm kiss pressed into the nape of his neck, and gave a soft sound of approval, tilting his head. Lips traveled to the ridge of muscle connecting neck and shoulder, and the hand held in his own flexed and moved, pressing lightly into his chest. He gave the barest shift and the King pushed against him, just enough that his intent was clear, a question that didn't need words. He gave his answer in the easy surrender of his body, melting back as best he could and silently encouraging the King's explorations, a new heat rushing through his body.
"Careful," Viv warned softly as fingertips brushed under the hem of his shirt, grazing against the skin of his belly. "I'm still really sore."
The King paused, hands stilling. "If you're not up for this--"
"I am," Viv said quickly, "trust me, just... handle with care, is all I'm saying."
"Will do," the King murmured, the words muffled by his lips pressing back against Viv's neck. His t-shirt, still dirty from the road, was growing damper with fresh sweat and felt stifling around his skin, the King's warm hand slipping under it to travel up Viv's scar-riddled stomach, his chest, resting somewhere vaguely over the spot where his heart was thudding, the King pressing against his back.
Viv pushed back, earning a soft grunt and feeling where the King was stiffening. "You gonna judge me if I just wanna lie here and let you do things to me?" he asked.
"Lord, no," the King said, voice gone low already. "That's perfect."
The King's hands stilled again, weighing heavy on him. Viv nudged him again. "You're thinking. What are you thinking about."
"Somethin' you said once."
"I say a lot of things once."
"About how you've come, before, from just... fingers."
"Mm, it's true. Of course," Viv added teasingly, "those guys really knew what they were doing."
"Oh, that so?" the King said and Viv could hear the smile in his voice, feel it in the fingertips that undid the button of his trousers.
M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [2b/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 02:26 am (UTC)(link)"Shit, wait," the King said. "We don't have any, ah... We used up the tin before you left last time."
"Are you still really too much of a goddamn gentlemen to say 'lube'?" Viv said, tossing an incredulous grin over his shoulder.
"I dare you to come up with one situation where the word 'lube' is remotely romantic," the King said. "Or arousing. Or appealing in any way."
"I was gone for nearly a week, you couldn't pick up some more?"
"It was on my to-do list but I got sidetracked by worryin' about your life."
"That's your excuse for everything." The King laughed, and Viv said, "Just use spit, that's fine for me."
"You sure?" the King said, running his hand over the dip of Viv's waist. "There's bound to be a spare somewhere in the building."
"I'm sure. Come on."
The King acquiesced, and Viv shifted, trying to give him better access. His heart was picking up with anticipation as he listened to the King behind him, imagined his lips wrapped around his own finger, and soon felt a single spit-slicked digit press into him. "I've told you," he said, voice tightening around the welcome invasion, "you can start with two for me."
"I know," and the King's voice was low right against his ear. "'Scuse me if I want to take my time."
"Fine, you won't find me complaining," Viv said, letting his eyelids slip closed. Savoring the feeling of stubble grazing against the shell of his ear, the tip of a nose brushing lightly against his hair and warm lips pressing against his neck, all as the King's finger slowly moved in him. One finger wasn't generally enough to feel pleasurable -- not enough to provide a good stretch, just enough to feel a little uncomfortable -- but Viv could never really find much of anything wrong in the world when the King was kissing his neck like this.
The King pulled back, drawing out his finger and shifting to settle on one elbow, and Viv heard him spit into his palm and the slick sounds of him wetting his fingers again. "Like I said, I really don't mind huntin' down that tin--"
"I don't want you to leave," Viv admitted quietly. The same little splash of cold fear hit his stomach at saying something that honest, but hell, the King was making plenty of adjustments for him, he could make some of his own. "Not... not just yet, anyway. Please."
The King pressed flush against his back again and he let himself go boneless, melting against him, into the bed, shifting his leg a little when the King's fingertips pressed against his entrance again. He pushed two digits in, just to the first knuckle before he was pulling out again, using slow, shallow movements. "This good?" he asked, breath gone a little huskier.
The stretch was better, that was for sure, but the mix of slow and shallow was adding up more to irritation than the pleasant burn. "Little faster, please?" Viv asked, and the King obliged. And there it was, the friction of being entered, worked open. "Much better."
"God, I love your voice when you get like this," the King said in a breathless laugh against the skin of his throat. Viv felt the graze of teeth against the tendon connecting jaw and neck as the King pushed in to the second knuckle, pressing his fingertips against the wall of tight muscle as he pulled them out, pulled them out just to where only the very tips of his fingers remained before pushing back in, the deliberate motions drawing a low, appreciative groan from the courier.
M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 02:27 am (UTC)(link)"Elusive little bastard," the King grumbled, and Viv tried to hold in another laugh. "Every time I think I've got 'im perfectly mapped--"
"Relax," Viv said, grinning over his shoulder. "I thought you were all about taking your time right now."
"True enough," the King said, pressing a kiss into Viv's shoulder, his lips warm through the fabric of Viv's shirt. He called off the search and went back to his slow, languid exploration of Viv's body, massaging the inside of him with firm fingertips, every movement savored. They were just at the point where the spit was no help but Viv's body had grown accustomed to the invasion, and the combination of the prickling friction from the King's fingers and the soft, featherlight kisses he was trailing on Viv's neck were providing a delicious balance in warring sensations.
The heat gathered in his gut lurched fiercely when fingertips brushed against that tight bundle of nerves, and his entire body reacted, writhing and the King's voice was rich with satisfaction when he said, "There it is."
Viv gave a shaky laugh. "Yes. You found it. Don't you dare let it get away." His hands curled into fists as the King worked his fingers against it with every drag, pleasure rippling through him and coiling tight inside his core as though he'd been waiting for it for ages instead of days. His rigid length was brushing against his belly, leaking precome smearing lightly against the path of hair trailing under his navel.
Warm lips latched onto a spot on his neck, and Viv gave a wet gasp at the feeling of his skin being sucked between teeth, the sharp little sting of the bruise he'd be touching all day tomorrow, the little marks the King temporarily added to this roadmap of scars covering Viv's body. The bed jostled as the King shifted again and Viv felt a hard cloth-covered bulge briefly brush against his ass, and the strained noise the barest of contact drew out of the King.
His own voice sounded hazy and strange when he panted against his knuckles, "When you're done, baby, I'll take such good care of you."
"If you do anything more'n fall back to sleep when I'm done here," the King said, "then I ain't done my job."
The promise itself was sweet. But it was the fact that the put-on accent had frayed and scattered that really made Viv's stomach flip.
M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [2d/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 02:28 am (UTC)(link)Viv's panting was tight and ragged and his hips were arching off the bed, face pressing against the pillow and teeth clenching and his cock was begging for one touch, he was begging, in quiet harsh gasps, God so fucking close just don't stop doing that, the coil of heat inside him twisting tighter with every movement of the King's fingers and with one more hard press down he was finally coming, stars flashing behind his closed eyelids and the King purring praise in his ear.
Viv was struggling to catch his breath, heart hammering in his ribcage slowing to a more reasonable thud, and the King kissed him firm against the nape of his neck as he withdrew his fingers, and the sounds of his labored breathing pierced through Viv's post-climax haze, the slick yearning sounds of him furiously beating off.
"Sure you don't want any help with that?" Viv asked, voice pleased and heavy and rough.
"I got it," the King said, voice strained and low, accent fully Freeside.
His forehead rested against Viv's shoulders and he inhaled deeply, and Viv shifted his aching hips, giving a soft groan from stiffness of his joints and the sound was chased by a fractured gasp of release from the King.
These moments, Viv kept in the most secret little corner of his heart, were his favorite. When they just lay there, panting. Together.
"Stay with me until I fall asleep?" Viv asked after a few moments of warm silence, in a relaxation-addled mumble.
He felt the kiss that was meant for his neck landing in his hair. "Just try an' stop me, darlin'."
-fin.
Re: M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [2d/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 03:18 am (UTC)(link)Ohhh my goodness A!A you are so brilliant. This is so beautiful and hot and I'm so in love with these two I just don't have words.
Re: M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [2d/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 04:28 am (UTC)(link)