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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".