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M!Courier/The King - Light My Mornin' Sky [2c/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Now that his fingers were deeper the King slowed down, deliberately dragging and twisting on every pull out. But something was off, the movements were mechanical but unfocused. It took Viv a moment but soon he was chuckling fondly, "Stop trying to find it. Just... you being there feels good, I promise."

"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)]

The King angled his hand, twisting and pressing his fingertips hard against the courier's prostate and Viv's entire body rang out in response, the quick shocks of his persistent soreness swiftly being replaced by waves of pleasure, so forceful his jaw dropped and he let out a noise he was certain they could hear far down the hall. The King stopped dragging his fingertips against muscle, instead just massaging against the spot and Viv was keening, cock aching and fists gripping against sheets, fingernails digging into the meat of his palm and the each roll of the King's fingertips was accompanied by a kiss against his neck, teeth nipping at his earlobe and that voice, the one only he got to hear, low and warm and decreeing That's right, baby. Sing for me.

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)]

"There's bound to be a spare somewhere in the building." I LOVE THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS. ;D

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)]

Whoops, A!A here with a note: shout out goes to inboxwrites for her lovely take over on Tumblr on the King's persona-slips, particularly with regards to the intimacy of hearing him use "true Freeside vowels".