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When All the Work is Finished (Part 1: PayuRain)

Summary: What's the best way to unwind after weeks of hard work? Rain and Sky skip the monthly races to finish some homework, but when Prapai and Payu go back to their respective homes, they find something very unexpected.

Part 2 (PrapaiSky)

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Part 1 (PayuRain)

“Rain, do you need help?”

“I’m fi- hey!” Rain was red-faced and exhausted as he staggered into Payu’s house one evening, weighed down by several packages.

Saifah ignored what the little man was going to say, taking several boxes off the top of Rain’s pile, enough that the boy could finally see what was ahead of him.

Rain groaned as he stumbled to a table and deposited the two boxes he was left, his arms trembling with exhaustion. He stretched his arms in front of him, felt something pop loudly in his shoulder, and smiled.

Saifah set his own boxes down and leaned on the pile, watching Rain with a bemused look. “You have a car. How far did you carry all of this?”

“I did it for the exercise.” Rain dodged the question. It was true that he had left his car at Payu’s when he went out to pick up the packages. But the problem was-

“What did you do to the car?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Rain insisted, then caved to Saifah’s raised eyebrow, “The engine light came on yesterday.”

The race had come at the worst possible time this month. Payu was spending most days- and weekends- at the office, and before that Rain had been consumed by exams and projects. He hadn’t seen Payu conscious in three weeks. Combine that with all the last minute checks Payu ran on bikes the night before a race, and a guilty Rain couldn’t possibly add to Payu’s load. When he finally slipped into bed at three in the morning, he’d been pale.

After so long apart, it was normal that they would play with each other’s bodies at least a little, but Payu only pulled Rain tight to his chest and was asleep within seconds.

Of course, Rain wasn’t the only one who knew the kind of pressure Payu had been under. Saifah only sighed, “Good call then. I’ll take a look tomorrow. Do you need a ride to the race?”

Rain was a fixture at the event, where he liked to wander with Sky or watch Payu run about and work.

But this time, Rain shook his head, “Sky is coming over to help me with an extra credit project.”

“I’ll leave the gate unlocked then. We had to do a surprise break replacement earlier and it threw the schedule off. I’m only here to grab a change of clothes.” Saifah straightened up and checked the clock. The sun was still setting, glittering just above the guest house roof. There was still a lot to do before the race that night. 

Normally, Saifah would chat with Rain a bit, maybe tease his brother’s little boyfriend until his face turned bright red. But tonight was already off to a stressful start, so he just waved a farewell to Rain and left him in the foyer. 

Rain pulled out his phone and pretended to be busy until he heard the gate clang and peeked out to make sure Saifah’s car was gone. Then, Rain walked over to the gate and quickly locked it.

Unless he reappeared suddenly- which wasn’t unusual for Saifah- Rain might have finally managed to trick one of the brothers with a lie. For his part, Sky would also tell Prapai that he was going to Payu’s later to work on the extra credit project.

The two friends had finished and handed in their projects days ago, but…

When Rain asked Sky to help him in this lie a week ago, Sky had thought about it for a long time as his ears turned pink and a blush came across his cheeks. And he’d gone with Rain to- well… Sky had his own order to pick up, and his own incentive to lie and ditch the race.

Prapai was out of town on business until recently. Sky needed a night with Prapai as much as Rain did with Payu.

Doubt nagged at the back of Rain’s mind as he returned to the house to ferry the packages upstairs. It was going to take time to get everything ready, that was why he needed a time when Payu was going to be away, but…

I didn’t know there would be a problem with one of the bikes.

Rain was still pretty hopeless when it came to cars, but he’d studied while Payu worked in the past, and he remembered when Prapai brought his beloved red Ducati in for a brake change months ago. It took a few hours- maybe not much time in all, but the day of a race was when Payu usually allowed himself a rare nap to prepare himself for the long night.

He slept deeply and soundly in Rain’s arms until long after the sun rose, but if today proved to be stressful as well…

This will make him happy.

He’ll hate this.

It’ll help refresh him.

He’ll be too exhausted.

Rain brought the boxes upstairs one by one. His footsteps were heavy, his mood was getting darker and darker. By the time he was done, he was no closer to deciding what to do than he’d been when Saifah first mentioned the brakes.

It was then that his phone chimed with Payu’s special ringtone.

[Your boyfriend is working so hard, don’t you have any pity for me?]

Rain smiled as he read Payu’s message. 

If he was in the mood to be pouty, then things couldn’t be too bad, right? 

Rain opened his camera roll and selected a photo from back when he and Sky genuinely were working on their extra credit projects- one showing the majority of the model assembled, only a few hours of work left to do. Rain saved the photo in case he needed to sell his lie- in this one, his bare leg was stretched out into the frame. Innocuous when he sent it to Sky, but for Payu…

His phone pinged again, this time with an audio message. Rain smiled and turned up the volume.

[“If you bait me like this, I won’t take responsibility for what happens later.”] A low growl from Payu.

Rain always knew Payu liked to play with his legs when they had sex, kissing and biting while Rain moaned beneath him. But it was only recently that he realized just how much Payu liked them. A naked leg sticking out from beneath the blankets could make Payu’s eyes darken with want.

Rain slipped into the downstairs bathroom, out of sight of the walls of windows, and quickly removed his pants to take another photograph of his unmarked thigh and send it to Payu as a provocation.

Alright… Play it is.

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Darkness filled the house- but not the kind of darkness that would alarm anyone. It was a gentle darkness, broken by the occasional table lamp. The inhabitants were asleep, the light meant to guide a weary soul up to bed.

Rain spent hours preparing it all. The darkness he waited in was whole and unbroken, even if the room was brightly lit. 

P’Payu will hate this.

P’Payu will love it.

He’s just going to pat me on the head, say he’s sorry, and I’ll have made him feel like crap. He’s already tired, he’ll feel like he disappointed me too.

He’s… he’s going to be… happy?

He won’t even come home. Remember how P’Saifah promised to fix my car? It’s because he knows P’Payu is too busy.

The sound of a car door closing made Rain jump. It was faint, but he’d been listening so carefully. His mind whirled- he’d just convinced himself Payu wasn’t coming home, so who could be here? Saifah? Saifah wouldn’t dare come into Payu’s room at nearly four in the morning when the door was closed… right?

Maybe Rain was mistaken. Maybe it wasn’t a car door, or it was a neighbor who-

The opening and closing of the door downstairs was not something Rain could mistake. His ears strained for even the slightest sound, and it wasn’t long before he heard weary footsteps. They were a bit slow, a bit too forceful, but Rain knew the sound of Payu’s feet on the stairs. Knew it as clearly as his voice.

His heart pounded so loudly that for a moment, Rain imagined he couldn’t even hear the steps anymore.

He listened in silence with baited breath as the footsteps became muffled on the rug outside the door.

The sound of the knob turning.

The kiss of cool air across Rain’s skin.

Payu’s surprise was marked by a soft but sharp inhale. Time froze for Rain as he balled his fists, trying to hide the trembling.

When Payu found his breath again, he remained frozen in place, unable to accept what his eyes were showing him.

Rain bit his lip, imagining the expression on his face.

Payu- who loved to do the most lewd things to Rain, and yet always controlled what happened. The charismatic and Dominant Payu… had the wind knocked out of him by his little boyfriend’s wanton display.

The first box Rain opened contained a hinged silver hoop, almost large enough to fit around both of Rain’s thumbs simultaneously. It was the object he was most nervous about- one that wrapped almost painfully tight around where his penis and testicles connected. If the salesperson was to be believed, it would make it almost impossible for him to release, no matter how badly he wanted to. At the same time, it would make him harder and more sensitive than even he usually was.

It wasn’t the tightness that scared Rain, it was the thought of going insane, trapped on the edge of cumming until Payu flipped the little latch on the side and let him free. Depending on Payu’s mood, that could take… hours.

Second came two tiny silver clamps that were tightened onto the pink buds of his chest and connected by chains of varying lengths- depending on what Payu would like Rain to do. For this display, Rain had used the smallest chain, which had three small loops in the middle for a series of weights that were set in a small box beside Rain’s form.

The third package contained something Rain knew Payu would love- a harness for his face that could either hold a ball gag or- what was dangling around Rain’s neck now- a rounded silicone mouthguard. Payu would be free to push the guard up so that Rain’s teeth rested on a special channel and his mouth was locked open for Payu to use as much as he wanted.

If the third package was something Payu would especially love, the fourth was something special for Rain- a vibrating plug that was sitting deep in his entrance- the control sitting beside the weights for his nipple clamps.

Only three pieces remained after Rain inserted the plug (and, to be honest, played with it a little.. Just to be extra sure it worked): the first was the tight black blindfold that Rain now wore. It was sculpted to his eyes, slightly raised at the center, and allowed not even a sliver of light through. He honestly didn’t know if his eyes were open or closed even now, which is why he could only imagine Payu’s face.

The next (and heaviest) parcel contained a firm message to Payu in case everything else was too subtle-- Rain wanted no say in what Payu did to him. A loop of padded black leather wrapped around each of Rain’s legs just above the knee and connected via metal chains to matching cuffs around Rain’s elbows, forcing his legs apart and his arms back as he knelt for Payu now, but on the bed, he would remain splayed and unable to move on his own. Leaving him utterly at Payu’s mercy.

As for the final box- it had a few smaller dildos, some flavored tubes of lube that Payu might enjoy, and a basic set of restraints that Rain had run under the mattress of the bed and laid out neatly- each with their own wrist and ankle cuffs, should Payu decide he wanted his boy tied up there.

Rain had been saving up for… quite some time.

It was such a lewd display that a piece of Rain’s mind worried Payu might just turn around and walk away. Or, more shattering, apologize and help him out of the various contraptions.

Rain had never dared ask Payu to play with toys in bed, and now he’d bought… quite a few. Would Payu like it? Or did it go against the kind of sex he liked- Rain submitting to him in body without anything else needed?

Doubt filled Rain’s heart as the silence stretched on. He shifted slightly, drawing an uncomfortable spasm from the vibrator in his rear. He was on the floor in front of the bed, but he couldn’t feel any footsteps to tell him if Payu left or remained. There was no sound of breathing. Even the cool air from the hall seemed to die away.

His stomach twisted and he shifted again, trying to close his legs and maybe preserve some decency. The silence only grew louder. He began to tremble and felt tears gathering at the corner of his eye, so ashamed that even though his mouth was free, he couldn’t bring himself to ask Payu to… to just forget the whole thing and help him get out of the cuffs.

“I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

A strong hand grasped Rain’s throat as Payu’s mouth crushed against his. Rain couldn’t do anything but part his lips and accept the vicious force of Payu’s kiss. It was hot and hard and brutally hungry. Payu held Rain’s head and neck tightly as he made the small man accept the tongue that probed deeply in his mouth.

Rain wasn’t braced for the ferocity with which Payu crashed against him, and he shifted back in a way that knocked at the plug in his ass, causing Rain to cry out against the pain.

The hands released Rain’s neck to feel his shoulders, ankles, the ring around his member- Payu found the ridge of the plug and knew what had probably caused the yelp.

Something brushed against the blindfold- Payu’s fingertips. He felt the dampness at the edges where tears were caught in the fabric. Payu often teased Rain to the point of crying in desperation, but he knew from Rain’s paleness that these weren’t tears of desire. Bound as he was, without eyes to read, Payu could still tell what Rain was thinking.

“You have no idea what it feels like, seeing you dressed up for me,” Payu hissed against Rain’s ear. He placed a knee on either side of Rain’s bent leg and ground himself against Rain’s thigh so the boy could feel how hard he was in his jeans. “You have no idea how perfect you look.”

“I don’t- Mmmph!”

Payu didn’t let Rain object. He slid the ring up into the boy’s mouth, pinning it open.

Rain’s body jerked and he cried out as Payu’s fingers traced the aching rim of his rear where the skin was stretched around the vibrator. Clearly, he found the controller on his own- Rain let out a desperate and uncontrolled moan as it began to vibrate softly inside him.

When he thought Payu was going to reject him, it was cold and unbearable. Now, with the heat of Payu’s kiss, it felt… amazing. The ring around Rain’s little tendon became even tighter as he hardened.

There was a low curse, and Payu’s warmth vanished, followed quickly by the sound of clothing hitting the ground.

“Idiot,” Payu hissed in his ear. Rain heard something scrape against the floor. Payu had picked something up. Desperate to distract himself from the tingling feeling in his rear, Rain tried to think of what it might be. His answer came when Payu set something cold and round on Rain’s thigh.

“Why didn’t you use this?”

It was one of several containers of lube that Rain had set aside.

“I wanted you to pick.”

Payu had felt the dryness around Rain’s hole and realized… the boy must have used his own spit to force the plug in, not one of the new bottles of lube. And he must have been waiting for at least ten minutes already (twenty, actually. Rain couldn’t feel his legs from kneeling so long). 

Payu opened the cap on the lube and slid the bottle across Rain’s skin. He brushed the base delicately around his tied balls, and let the coolness press against the stretch of skin between them and the swollen, red entrance. Just as Rain began to whimper again, the bottle disappeared.

Something cold, thick, and wet dripped down Rain’s member as Payu pushed him back, back, back. Until Rain had to adjust his feet so that he could lay on his back, his legs parted, hands pinned beneath him, and fully on display for Payu.

He jumped at first, then sighed as the cold helped dull the pain. It was different from the lube he normally used, but with his mouth pinned open, it was difficult for Rain to get enough air through just his nose to try and smell which flavor Payu had used.

Sweat beaded on Rain’s skin and he broke out in goosebumps as the cold of the lube gradually warmed, then began to tingle.

One bottle wasn’t scented. It was smaller than the others, something Rain wasn’t sure about, but the boss at the shop threw in free, since Rain ordered so much. A lube that they said would make Rain more sensitive.

Powerful fingers pressed against the metal knot, then rubbed the liquid onto the stretched flesh. Rain closed his eyes (not that it mattered) and shivered as Payu began to pull and twist at the vibrating metal inside him.

It felt so big now- how had Rain ever managed to force it in? Payu paused a few times to retrieve the sample of lube and add more of the liquid, dutifully massaging the tight ring to convince it to open.

“Relax.”

It was the only warning Rain received before Payu took hold of the plug and pulled. Rain’s back arched and he shouted out around the mouthpiece as Payu began to slide it in and out at a steady rhythm- the vibration in it growing stronger.

“Nghnn!” Rain screamed as the plug was twisted so that it pressed hard against his p-spot, the pressure and shudder warming the lube that now filled his insides too. He shook his head side to side, writhing as Payu’s hand pressed hard against his stomach, until he could feel the metal inside Rain’s body shifting and moving.

Pain was crashing into pleasure, turning into a creature Rain didn’t know how to fight. He felt himself draw up, but the metal ring holding him closed prevented more than a few thin drops of precum from escaping his little snake. 

It was agony- but the kind that made drool fill his mouth. Rain’s entire body was shaking as he tried to finish. He felt himself clenching around the plug so hard that Payu finally yanked it out, in case Rain hurt himself. Cool air mixed with the teasing heat of the lube as Rain’s entrance gaped, begging for an erection to tighten around.

Payu devoured Rain’s skin as the spasm passed, then creating more as he licked and sucked at Rain’s trapped length.

“Ah… ah! Ah!!” Rain could only yell, his mouth pinned open and his body too overwhelmed to do more than grind himself shamelessly against Payu’s face, sobbing and moaning without release.

Payu only sucked harder and harder, basking in the desperation of his boyfriend as the little one fought so hard against the restraints he himself bought.

Trapped in darkness, unable to beg for what he needed, and without the ability to climax, Rain was now in some kind of wonderful hell. His insides were melting under the heat of the lube Payu poured around his entrance, and the mouth around his tendon felt better than he could imagine.

If Payu spoke, his voice was drowned out by the high pitched moans and whimpers that escaped from Rain’s mouth. The tears that drenched the blindfold now were filled with desperation and need. Rain began to roll his hips in a way that drove Payu insane when Rain was astride him, trying to make him desperate. It wasn’t impossible for Rain to cum with the hard metal around him, but he’d need Payu inside him.

Then Payu suddenly stopped moving, and climbed away. Rain’s whole body was on fire and he screamed in frustration. Something hard and heavy set down beside his ears. Without warning, he felt pressure on the opening of the muzzle as something began to push in.

Even lost in a growing haze of desperation, Rain couldn’t believe his luck. Payu was lowering his burning erection into the little man’s throat. Rain tipped his head back and relaxed his throat, breathing through his nose as his mouth was filled more and more.

He couldn’t stroke the shaft as it eased in, close his lips around that wonderful, thick length, or taste the saltiness of Payu’s precum with his tongue. All Rain could do was lay there and let himself be used as nothing more than a hole for Payu’s pleasure.

If it was even possible, Rain thought he felt himself getting harder.

Payu knew Rain was in the mood to be taken roughly. He gave the blind, bound man only one gentle thrust before he began to pump his hips and fuck the hot, tight throat in earnest. Rain felt something wet and warm wrap around his own cock as he tried to time his breathing to Payu’s movement. 

Payu’s teeth gently scraped against his most sensitive skin and Rain shouted around the length thrusting into his throat. The sensation on his tormented little snake was on the dangerous edge of tolerable- territory further from pleasure than Rain usually ventured. With the angle of the assault on his throat and the way his mouth was pinned open, the sound that came out was more sultry than intended.

Not an objection, but an invitation for another scrape of sharp teeth along his curving length.

A desperate groan escaped from Payu as his hips pumped into Rain. It reverberated around the base of Rain’s cock and drove bolts of pleasure straight through him. Whatever was left of Rain’s mind braced for the absolute agony that was pleasure without release.

His body tightened and he struggled to inhale. Payu was too big for his poor throat and Rain couldn’t breathe fast enough through his nose. As his mind filled with a desperate fog, Payu abruptly changed the teasing on his cock, opting to seal his mouth around it and nearly swallow the head. At the same time he reached down and began forcing the buzzing plug back into Rain’s hole with a smooth, unrelenting force.

Something blasted through Rain’s mind, shattering him completely as his hips bucked up to meet Payu’s mouth and release was ripped through him in spite of the metal ring. Every eruption of cum into Payu’s mouth brought a violent and viciously painful pleasure. Rain’s eyes rolled up into his head. His entire body seized up, shaking at the fire that ripped screams from his throat in spite of Payu still in his mouth.

If it weren’t for the guard on the gag holding him open, Rain wouldn’t have been able to stop his teeth from biting down hard on Payu’s most sensitive part.

Rain began to shudder and thrash beneath Payu as something even more powerful ravaged his body. His legs tried to kick, his hole constricted harder than he knew was possible around the plug that Payu still forced in and out of him, and that now-burning lube made him feel like his entire lower body was one raw, hungry nerve. Rain screamed again and a moment later was drowning in thick, salty musk as Payu cried out and released into him.

Fire and lightning danced beneath his skin. He wasn’t sure when he took the deep, shaking breath. Rain had no idea when he even swallowed the release that Payu’s bucking hips forced down his throat. Bright lights flashed in Rain’s blinded vision. His body was shaking uncontrollably.

Rain didn’t try to think too much- he wasn’t even sure he could anymore.

The sound that came from him was half-mad and weak. A shuddering, shivering whine.

His body was rolled over so that Rain was pinned on his stomach, but he didn’t have it in him to care. Cold air kissed his cheeks as Payu undid the clasp of the gag. A light touch pulled it away, but he felt a growing wetness around his cheek- Payu’s release, or his own drool pouring out from his open mouth. 

The blindfold stayed in place.

A sudden, intense spasm at his hips reminded Rain that the plug was still inside him, no longer vibrating. It shifted and moved, grinding against his most sensitive spot. The throbbing heat of the lube made his sensitive hole ache, and the hot mouth kissing his shoulders quickly turned the post-climax shivering into fresh trembles of desire. 

Payu fucked him with the plug, but it was the deep, desperate moan that Payu breathed against his ear that made Rain harden once again.

Rain wished his little snake stayed dead. He couldn’t move, could barely manage more than the softest of whimpers as- with a sudden wrenching motion- Payu yanked the vibrator from him at last. As metal slid over the liquid inside him, Rain shuddered. Were he free, he might have released again.

His toes curled and he whimpered once more.

Without the plug he felt empty, painfully so. His ass gaped where it had been stretched to the maximum. Rain could feel it twitching- opening and closing. Begging for something else to fill it.

He didn’t want it. He just wanted to be left alone.

No, wait. That was the opposite of what Rain wanted. He wanted to be filled, used, and fucked until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

Rain was both desperate for and somehow dreading what he knew would come soon. Payu would bury himself inside Rain, their bodies fitting together as if made for one another. His mind couldn’t decide what it wanted. His body wasn’t sure which it needed- to be filled, or left alone?

That was why Rain bought the muzzle with the ball, and Payu knew it.

He left Rain twitching on the floor for a moment and returned to brush gently against Rain’s mouth. “Rain?”

His voice was hoarse, but soft and sweet. Rain offered the smallest of nods. With great care, Payu lifted his head and fit the new muzzle on, sealing off Rain’s mouth. Rain tried to swallow around the ache in his throat, but the memory of Payu taking his mouth without mercy made him shiver in anticipation.

The spread of Rain’s legs, thanks to the binds connecting them to his upper arms, meant his ass was raised and on full display for Payu. His hubby knelt beside him and didn’t hesitate for even a moment to bury his entire length inside with a single sharp thrust.

As much as the plug prepared him, Rain wasn’t ready for the sheer size and heat of Payu slamming into him. He screamed against the gag, then groaned loudly as Payu set a torturous rhythm. Pull out slowly, slam in hard, stir his hips to force the shaft to grind against Rain’s insides, then slowly pull out once more.

Payu’s hand slid up from Rain’s hip. For a moment, the delirious man thought he intended to take hold of the little one’s tendon and stroke in time with his thrusts. He’d forgotten about the other toy.

There was a sudden, vicious sting in the pink raisins of his chest. Payu had a tight hold of the chain. Now, every time he slammed into Rain, the force sent the chain swinging and delivered sharp twists to Rain’s nipples. He was almost overwhelmingly sensitive on a normal day. Between the still-tingling sensation of the lubrication and the pulsing of his vice-caught cock, he had no hope at all. 

The screams and cries of Rain into the ball at his mouth drove Payu crazy. His slow and patient movements became faster and rougher. The thrusts shortened, but became wildly fierce as Rain tightened and screamed. He was calling out something, but even Rain wasn’t sure what it was. Not Payu’s name. Whatever it was, Rain was chanting it on a loop, over and over again as the gag prevented him from forming clear sounds.

Rain might not have been able to understand, but Payu could guess.

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Rain was yelling that thing that drove his hubby crazy as Payu crashed against him. Heat erupted deep inside as Payu released without warning. He pumped his hips, driving the cum further into the little one. Rain rarely went a day without being filled by Payu, but three weeks had passed since their last time together, and his groans were vicious and hungry at both the sensation and the fact that Payu wasn’t getting soft.

Rain’s cock was nearly purple and dripped with desperate need. It twitched pathetically as Payu’s grasp bruised Rain’s hips and the air filled with the intoxicating musk of sex. Even Payu was gasping for air. His normally iron composition was breaking. He dropped against Rain’s back as the final ropes of cum erupted into Rain’s body, his voice ragged and groaning with every breath.

But he still didn’t stop thrusting his hips. Forcing himself to keep moving, keep torturing the boy beneath him who was trapped in his little vice and shaking so hard that he no longer had the strength to let it out against the force pinning him.

“I want you to watch this,” Payu’s voice was low and commanding again. He undid the blindfold.

Rain’s eyes had rolled up into his head. He was shivering and flush, his face shiny with the drool or release that had dripped from his lips. Still inside him, Payu bent down and left featherlight kisses along Rain’s jaw and neck. As he sucked at Rain’s Adam’s apple, the other managed to regain enough of his faculties to look down.

Payu noticed in an instant and he rose from Rain’s back. A darkness filled his eyes that both frightened and thrilled Rain, he felt himself clench around Payu’s cock. 

Something was on the floor beside the two men- something Rain had set on the table with the lube when he set all this up.

The question in his eyes was clear enough.

“I’ve been thinking of doing this to you for a long time. I just didn’t know you were thinking of it too.”

An almost impossibly long cock made of ridged silicone, about half as thick as Payu’s own member.

Rain’s eyes went wide as Payu grabbed the tube once more and coated in the silicone in more of that lubricant that was already driving him (and probably Payu as well, buried in Rain as he was) insane. Rain’s tendon twitched and white liquid dripped from the head. He was terrified of the dark lust in Payu’s eyes, and yet already fantasizing about what it would feel like to have something so long- a couple inches longer than Payu himself- buried inside his body.

Payu’s free hand undid the latch holding the cuffs on Rain’s ankles and wrists together. Rain was still bound at the wrists, but the worst of the tension was off his shoulders, and Payu could flip Rain onto his back, his legs free to drape on either side of Payu’s. 

But Payu didn’t insert the silicone cock into his hole. He pushed his own back in with a long, slow thrust, then held the false one beside him.

Rain finally understood what Payu was wanting to try- and it wasn’t something Rain had ever imagined.

He closed his eyes in acceptance and fear and braced himself. Payu grabbed his hair roughly and pulled until Rain opened his eyes wide. He shook with fear as Payu pushed the silicone against the side of his own cock, using his length as a helpful guide as he forced the second shaft into his boyfriend.

 Rain screamed against the gag and thrashed his legs- but if it was in pleasure or pain, even Rain couldn’t tell. Payu had to release his head, and Rain hit it against the floor a few times as he thrashed, until Payu paused long enough to grab his discarded shirt and shoved it behind him to act as a pillow.

While he was bent over Rain, Payu raised an eyebrow in question, his dangerous eyes filled with barely contained lust. Rain loved to be taken roughly by Payu, but the older one always kept it just at the safe edge of his tolerance. This was something further than they’d ever done before.

Payu was offering to remove the second cock and retreat back within the realm of what Rain was alright with.

By then, all Rain could think about was his torturous need for release, however he could get it. He pushed his hips down as best he could, screaming into the gag as another few centimeters slid inside and forced him open. His back arched, which only made him feel even more painfully full.

Payu wrapped his palm around the base of the dildo and bit his lip hard as he shoved it in. The motion was fluid and unyielding, and Payu didn’t stop until it was fully seated. No matter what sounds Rain made.

Rain’s eyes bulged and he stopped breathing for a few seconds at the depth and pressure of the second cock. His toes were splayed, his cock dribbling, and he stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. What fractured pieces of his mind that Rain had managed to pull together after his release were long gone. He couldn’t feel anything beyond the two long rods shoved so forcefully into his poor little hole.

He stirred with a gasping cry as Payu tipped him onto his side and straddled his leg, setting himself even deeper. Payu pulled the cuff entirely from the foot around Rain’s raised leg and hugged it tight to his chest to use for leverage. His free hand went to the chain still between Rain’s nipples, which he grabbed as if it were a convenient handle.

Payu began to thrust.

The pressure inside Rain was incredible. The two cocks sat on either side of his p-spot, and when Payu moved it felt as if it were being sawed between them. A kind of pleasure Rain didn’t even know existed burned through his body and made him let loose a primal, near animalistic scream into the gag. A scream so loud that, were it not for the object muffling him, it would surely have been heard throughout the entire house- and maybe even by neighbors outside.

Rain was by no means quiet when Payu fucked him- or if he tried to be, Payu took it as a challenge- but this was a new kind of sound entirely.

Something moist and soft traveled the length of Rain’s foot. He managed to turn his eyes only far enough to see Payu’s tongue complete its journey. Payu loved to kiss Rain while he fucked the boy. Deprived of lips to crush and bite, he concentrated on the sensitive skin between Rain’s toes.

Payu never stopped fucking him around the ridged cock, not even as he took three toes into his mouth and began to bob his head just as he’d done when he made Rain cum through the binding. He set the motion of his head counter to those of the thrusts and sharp yanks on the chain that connected Rain’s nipples.

Purple and swollen, Rain needed release so badly that it overrode all of the pain his lover was inflicting on him. He needed to touch his cock, to stroke it and force it to erupt in spite of the impediment he put around it. Rain’s hands were still trapped, so all he could do was scratch at his own back and scream over and over again as Payu gasped, threw his head back, and once again hot pressure exploded inside Rain’s body.

He was being filled with rope after rope of hot cum- something that usually made him finish in an instant.

But there was no relief. He didn’t have the strength to defy the metal binding.

Payu released his foot and leg. His ears were red and he was panting, but weariness lined his entire body. He was spent.

Payu pulled his withering length from inside Rain with a vulgar pop . He eyed the white cream that dripped out along the silicone. Even without the object of Rain’s desire still inside him he was shaking, nearly vibrating as he twitched and pulsed.

It took some time to undo the restraints on Rain’s wrists. His arms collapsed to his sides, utterly useless. Payu removed the cuffs from his arms and legs, then the gag.

His hand reached for the metal band tight around Rain’s cock. That was when the boy’s raspy whisper stopped him, “Don’t… take it…” he couldn’t form the words. Not after everything his mouth and throat had been through.

The meaning came through well enough as he tipped up the knuckles of a violently shaking hand, barely managing to touch the silicone hilt of the cock that still filled him. The one Payu planned to fuck him with and grant a final release.

But Rain wanted it out without achieving his own release. Payu obeyed, sliding the object slowly from inside Rain. The boy gave little response to even indicate he could feel that it was gone.

Payu’s hand returned to the metal clasp around Rain’s balls and the other nodded. Rain had moved his heavy fingers up to his chest to clasp the chain between his nipples.

When Payu flipped the small catch that released the metal, his other hand helped Rain yank down hard on the chain, ripping the clasps away from his nipples and sending a vicious and violent bolt of pain through his body. Another titanic scream tore from his broken throat as his cock was finally freed and tried to release- but the pain from his swollen red nipples slammed into the cresting wave and shattered it.

The need to cum was painful and raw. His cock was dripping onto his abdomen in a steady stream now. Rain wanted to cum so badly that he started crying in Payu’s arms.

Payu didn’t move a single muscle as Rain fought his battle. He just stared at him, confused and unsure of what his role should be. When the throbbing had eased, Rain twitched, trying to pull Payu down on top of him. The two men held each other, and Payu claimed Rain’s mouth with a deep, hot kiss.

His bites were gentler than they normally would be, the kiss not as aggressive and claiming. He gently rubbed Rain’s sore nipples, and massaged the bruises on his wrists from where he’d fought the cuffs too hard. After a moment, Payu offered a hot palm to rest against the bruised and aching base of Rain’s cock where the metal had set.

“Tell me what you want,” he broke the kiss to whisper to Rain after what felt to both like an eternity. The other member was still throbbing and purple, pinned at the very edge of release. He’d only had one true climax early on, whereas Payu managed three . And the lone orgasm was made more difficult, and intense, by the agony Rain endured with that clamp.

Rain couldn’t speak. He rolled his hips, hissing at the soreness that was rapidly settling in. It would have to be quick.

As he so often did, Payu understood without needing to be told. He rolled on top of Rain more fully and covered the boy’s mouth with his own. There was no biting this time as they kissed. Payu’s hair formed a curtain against Rain’s cheek as he stroked Rain’s tongue with his and wrapped a large hand around both his and Rain’s cocks.

Rain wanted to cum one final time not bound, but in Payu’s gentle embrace, with the heat of him alongside Rain’s desperation. For his part, Payu’s pace was slow and measured as he stroked the two together- though his own tendon wasn’t getting fully hard again any time soon.

When Rain’s breathing grew strained, he released his lips to nibble and suck at Rain’s ear. Payu rolled his hips, rubbing himself until- with a seizing gasp- Rain erupted across their stomachs and chests. Though quiet, the force of the release was hard enough to reach his neck, and his entire body shook so violently that he felt no different from the vibrator Payu had inside him earlier.

Payu pulled Rain up to sit in his lap as the boy’s body went limp and his eyes rolled up into his head. He brushed the strands of Rain’s sweat-soaked hair away from his face and licked the release from Rain’s throat and chest with gentle devotion. Rain stirred slightly in Payu’s arms as he worked, and he let out a thin and painful moan of thanks.

It would be a wonder if Rain’s voice recovered even in a week.

When Rain seemed somewhat awake, Payu carried them both into the shower, where he sat on the floor holding Rain’s shaking body as hot water rinsed them both. The only sign of life in the limp body was a flinch and a sob as Payu’s long fingers so gently scooped some of the release from inside his hole. 

Payu toweled Rain dry afterwards and laid him gently in bed while Payu picked up the toys on the floor, cleaned the messy ones, and returned with a small bottle of gel to soothe Rain’s entrance somewhat. It wouldn’t spare him from a sore day, but it would make things a little easier. 

Rain stirred as Payu’s fingertip pushed some of the gel inside. Rain felt as if Payu and the toy were both still inside him, he was aching in places he’d never ached before, and the growing stiffness in his groove was so deep that it felt as if he had been split in two. 

“I don’t think I can walk,” his voice was so hoarse that Rain choked on the unexpected pain. Payu flashed a savage grin as he brought a glass of water over.

“After a rest, I’ll do what it takes to make sure you can’t.”

“Promise?” Rain smiled, but his eyes didn’t open again. He rolled onto Payu’s chest as the other settled into bed, assuming his position in Payu’s arms.

Payu wrapped himself around Rain, intertwining his legs through the other’s. He held him tight, safe, and close, “I promise. I have next week off.”

Payu kissed the top of Rain’s head gently and turned off the bedside lamp so that they could drift off to sleep the day away as dawn broke outside.

He had questions- so many questions about where Rain found his new haul of toys and what possessed him to try them all out at once, but that could wait for another day. This was the perfect end to a hard couple weeks of work. A heaven Payu couldn’t believe was within reach when he first opened the door and saw his submissive little Rain tied up on the floor, obediently waiting for his daddy to come home.

Payu breathed a laugh and ruffled Rain’s wet hair, squeezing him even tighter as they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

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Gently, Slowly (Part 1)

Summary: Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.

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Gently, Slowly (Part 1)

It was late evening when Elain finally returned to her cottage on the outskirts of Velaris. The cottage was clean and warm, and more importantly away from her two lovely- but very much happily mated- sisters. 

Elain looked to the south and imagined she could see all the way to Day, to the place where her Lucien was. Where he had been for months now, and wondered how long it might be before she saw him again.

But then Elain turned back to her door, and in the setting sun saw a male with untamed crimson hair, rich amber skin, and a shining green eye. Just one- for the other was gold. A souvenir of tragedy that he wore with pride.

Elain’s legs trembled as she saw her mate for the first time in so long. His breath caught in his throat, and before she had a chance to run to him, he was running for her as well.

Elain and Lucien crashed into one another. Without conscious decision Elain’s hands pulled Lucien’s face down to draw him into a kiss. Lucien obeyed, his own arms snaking around Elain to hold her in a fierce and strong embrace.

Being held in Lucien’s arms- it was something so simple once upon a time, and yet Elain’s heart had ached for it. Her eyes burned and her lips began to tremble. The sound that escaped her mouth was not a joyous one, but a sob.

In a moment Lucien had drawn his face back, though his arms still held Elain tight.

“My lady, I’m so sorry I took so long to return,” he whispered, “please don’t cry.” 

One year. It had been one year since Elain last held Lucien. In that year Beron had attacked the human lands and taken Lucien as his prisoner. Helion was forced to reveal that Lucien is his son, and the heir to the High Lord of Day. If nothing else, that bought some time for Rhys and Feyre’s forces to draw Beron out, allowing Eris’ men to strike, finally killing his father.

And then Lucien was whisked away to Day, installed at the High Lord’s heir. He had to recover from whatever Beron had done to him, and find his new place in this world that had been ripped out from under his feet.

One year, and he’d finally come home to Elain.

One hand remained holding Elain while the other came to gently wipe away the tears that spilled over. He pressed his palm against Elain’s cheek and the other she leaned into his touch, her breathing still ragged.

“I’m crying because I am happy,” Elain said. “Lucien, please never go away again.”

“I promise I will always be by your side,” Lucien said immediately.

Fresh tears dripped from Elain’s eyes. After a moment’s thought, Lucien dipped his chin and brushed his lips against Elain’s skin. Delicately, he kissed away the moisture, then gently touched his lips to her eyelids.

When Elain closed her eyes and tipped her face up, Lucien once again claimed her lips. This kiss was not the desperate crash from moments before. It was soft and filled with every bit of warmth and love he held in his soul. 

Some instinct had Elain parting her lips to grant Lucien more access. She wanted to taste and touch and smell him. To bathe in that fiery scent she’d missed for so long. Every aching and empty moment of the past year could be cleansed from her heart by such a kiss, if only she could have more.

Elain sucked at Lucien’s lips and felt him smile against her mouth. She deepened the kiss. A tongue slipped into Elain’s mouth to stroke her a moment before retreating. The feeling of it was so nice and unexpected that Elain’s toes curled in her shoes.

“My lady?” Lucien pulled back a moment as they both struggled for breath. His eyes were burning in a way that sent a pulse through Elain’s body. 

“Huh?” her eyes opened slowly. Lucien was gazing at her, his lips swollen red as Elain’s must also be, and a single eyebrow crooked. Elain felt that she’d been caught doing something, but she had no idea what.

Until Lucien’s eye flickered down. Elain looked and saw where her hands-

She squeaked in embarrassment and quickly withdrew the hands that had gone from holding on to Lucien’s face to holding his hips tight. “N-no, I didn’t mean- it’s not-” she felt herself flushing scarlet and tried to step away, but Lucien yielded her not an inch.

“If my lady would like to touch something, she is welcome to,” Lucien leaned in to whisper the words into Elain’s ear.

Shivers wracked her body, and she felt another pulse shoot through her. Heat was building beneath her skin and she felt something stirring.

“Touch what? What would I touch…” Elain’s cheeks burned. She looked away and licked her suddenly dry lips.

Lucien only grinned, “If my lady would like me to touch something, that is welcome too.”

Elain’s face grew redder in the glow of the setting sun. She trembled slightly before forcing herself to speak, “Actually it isn’t- such things- my upbringing demanded purity… but in the past y-year I- it isn’t that I haven’t- haven’t considered- but such things- not that I don’t- but-”

Lucien chuckled, “Forgive me lady, but I don’t think I can understand the language you’re speaking.”

Elain pushed against Lucien’s chest and this time was released from his embrace. She stood there looking side to side, flapping her arms with nervous energy as she tried to work up the courage to speak. 

As he had so many times tonight, Lucien saved Elain from herself once more, “If I can guess your meaning, can I claim a prize?”

As if he could understand anything Elain had been trying to say. Still, she nodded and quickly buried her face in her hands.

“My lady’s upbringing requires purity, so you do not engage in any… improper thoughts?” 

The reddening of Elain’s ears was answer enough, but she still nodded her head a few times. She wouldn’t even crack her fingers enough to peer at Lucien.

“Well then my lady is in luck, because all I have are improper thoughts.” He grinned. “So you do not mind being improper, but you’re too shy to show it? Or too shy to say something about it?”

Another hidden nod.

Lucien began to pace and made a show of considering his words, even going so far as to stroke an invisible beard. “Then my is not comfortable saying that she wishes to do impure things to me, and wishes for me to do such things to her as well?”

Elain crumpled, folding until her face was buried in her knees.

“Did I earn my prize?”

Still folded into a ball, Elain nodded her head. Truth be told, Lucien only guessed half. But when she thought of saying the rest, Elain really wanted to hide under a rock forever.

“But as someone who loves and respects you, how could I even think of harming your purity? To do such a thing to my mate… how would I live with myself?”

The heat that had been building in Elain’s face abruptly vanished. Ice replaced it, a very different kind of embarrassment and humiliation. Were she not still hiding, Lucien would have seen the mad blush replaced with skin of purest white. The ball that was Elain tightened.

Lucien had only just returned to her, how could she have screwed this up so badly?

“I think I have an idea,” Lucien continued, undisturbed. He crouched by his mate and forced his hand between her arms to tip Elain’s face up towards his. His strength was crushing, and Elain could not resist as her chin was tipped upwards. Elain was cold and clammy, but Lucien only smiled in that dark and dangerous way. “A way to defile you without committing a sin.”

Power crackled in the air. Elain felt the world whip around her as Lucien winnowed them somewhere else. She opened her eyes and peered up, then sagged in Lucien’s arms.

The temple was massive. Bigger than any single place she had ever seen. Bigger than the throne room of the Hewn City, bigger than the ballrooms other High Lords held their parties in. 

The setting sun made the white marble pillars glow as they rose to a jeweled, mosaic ceiling far above. Red and gold silk were draped throughout the space, the traditional celebratory colors of Day. There was not a surface that was not covered with rich cloth- as though the temple had been prepared for the most elaborate of weddings.

“You look lovely even covered in mud and sweat from working in your gardens, but if I might suggest-” Lucien nudged Elain and pointed to a screened off portion of the temple where a truly breathtaking set of red-gold robes hung. 

Elain wasn’t sure she would even be able to wear a dress so ornate and expensive if she were a High Lady. Her heart stuttered at the exquisite detailing on the clothes and the sheer cost such fabric would have fetched. Just the hem would have been enough to feed their family for the entire ten years they lived in poverty.

“L-Lucien, what is all this?” Elain trembled as he took it all in. As if the meaning wasn’t obvious enough.

“Doing improper things to a lovely maiden is a sin. But as your husband-” he leaned in to whisper that word in Elain’s ear, “-it would only be fulfilling my duties... with pleasure.”

Lucien had certainly guessed then what Elain was too nervous to ask about. He played his game and had his fun, but at the end of it all he’d been planning a wedding from the start. Elain’s heart had belonged to Lucien for a long time, but if she was going to abandon her strict upbringing and surrender the last shred of purity she had- well, it may sound silly but the thought of a wedding reassured her. 

“We can have another with the whole world watching,” Lucien put his hands on Elain’s shoulders and she felt a warm magic ripple through her body. Things shifted and moved and when she looked down she was wearing an intricate series of red-gold robes, the fabric overlapping and twisting with golden clasps. “But I thought this would be a nice secret. A way to endure the months wedding planning takes among the High Lords.”

He wasn’t wrong.

When Nesta and Cassian formally married, it took six months to get the date worked out and set with everyone. It was a brutal, political affair that almost drove the two insane, even though they were already mated.

And Cassian was- with the deepest respect Elain had in her heart for him- a general. Lucien was heir to the High Lord of Day. She couldn’t imagine how long it would take to marry him, and with her entire being she wanted to be with him now. Not just physically, she wanted to be bonded to him in a way that meant something to her once as a human. Not just the mating of the fae.

“I want this,” Elain looked up at Lucien. “I want you.”

Those words brought a tear to his remaining eye. 

“What is the traditional ceremony in the human lands?” Lucien led Elain up towards the altar. As he stepped out from behind her she realized his clothes had changed to, into a male version of the layered robes.

“Our wrists are bound with a golden cord,” Elain said. There was a flash of light and the rope appeared. Elain helped Lucien wrap it around their joined hands. “And then we bow to our guests.”

They did so, moving to bow to the empty temple.

“And then to a shrine representing our ancestors,” Elain led Lucien back towards the altar, which they bowed to in place of the usual array of candles. Humans had no gods, and so for a wedding they acknowledged those who had come before.

“And then to one another.” It was more difficult to complete this with their wrists bound together, but they made do.

“And then we are declared wed, and there is feasting and dancing, and at night-” the thin light was nearly out as the sun set behind a distant  mountain.

The ceremony was simple, and in many ways it probably didn’t count, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was standing here with Lucien. They would do another wedding one day, with all the chaos and aggravation her sister had been subjected to. But right now, this was what Elain wanted.

Just this.

The rope dissolved into thousands of specks of glittering light that Lucien sent up into the rafters of the temple as the light faded. Glittering chandeliers flickered to life, casting them in a soft glow.

“And then it is time to worship my wife upon the wedding altar?”

“Ye- what?”

Lucien wrapped his arms around Elain’s legs and lifted her over his shoulder.

There was a squeak of surprise and protest as Elain was hoisted like a sack of potatoes, laid across the altar, and Lucien was upon her once again. 

It was an embarrassing position to be kissed in. Elain was laying mostly on the altar, but at an angle that meant her legs draped on either side of one corner. Lucien hovered above her, and the placement of his knees meant that his pelvis pressed against Elain’s.

Each had many layers of clothing on, so it wasn’t like she could feel anything in particular- but the position was dangerously intimate. 

Lucien’s tongue traced Elain’s lips and she parted for her… husband. He was her husband now. Married.. It felt strange. What was embarrassing about the position they were in? What was ‘dangerously intimate’? 

Not only were they married, wasn’t this kind of thing part of the ceremony too? Consummating the marriage was important after all.

So, Elain reasoned, not only should kissing Lucien so intimately not be embarrassing, it was actually expected of her at this point! She would be failing in her duty if she was not in such a position!

The reasoning was flawed and old-fashioned, but there was nothing genuine in it. Elain needed to find a way to push herself forward and give herself permission. Her mother demanded purity and abstinence, never in her life had she even touched herself in an impure way and now she was laying across a altar with a man’s hips pressed against her and that same man devouring her lips and tongue in increasingly fierceful ways.

Elain wanted Lucien badly, her whole body pulsed with need, but she had to find a way to overcome years of trained behavior in an instant. So she used the consummation as an excuse. A pure way to be impure.

Lucien’s lips tightened against Elain’s own as he smiled. He felt Elain’s body relax beneath his, and Elain’s hands slowly came to hold Lucien’s hips.

As Elain parted her mouth further for a deeper kiss, Lucien abruptly moved away. His mouth went instead to the neck. The brush of his hot tongue against the skin made Elain’s blood ignite and she let out a soft gasp, then an undignified groan.

“Lucien,” Elain’s hips lifted of their own accord to increase the pressure of Lucien’s pelvis against hers. Between her legs was an aching hunger she wasn’t entirely familiar with.

“Lucien,” Elain’s voice came out breathless and slightly nasal. It was more of a lover’s gasp than an attempt at speech. “Lucien, we should go to a bedroom… now,” she felt her hips rock shamelessly against Lucien’s pelvis in time with the tongue that was teasing the sensitive curve of her neck.

“Why would we go anywhere?” Lucien was cruel, and dipped his own hips into Elain’s. 

The pressure sent a wave of fire through Elain’s blood and she couldn’t help but moan when those lips touched her skin again.

Through her gasping, Elain’s fists tightened around the fabric of Lucien’s robes, using it subconsciously to pull him against her body even as she said, “Not- no appropriate for- a temple.”

A chuckle, and the mouth moved from her neck to gently nip and suck at her earlobe. Lucien whispered, “What isn’t appropriate? I intend to worship my mate as thoroughly-” he drove his hips against Elain’s, “ -and completely- ” another push, “-as possible. Temples are meant for worship, aren’t they?”

Elain’s burning mind decided Lucien’s words were very logical and therefore must be accurate. Besides, no fae god had tried to kill them yet.

She stopped protesting and brazenly lifted her tingling legs to wrap around Lucien’s hips. When Lucien next pressed against her and licked along the curve of her ear, he ground himself against Elain and did not let up. Instead, he increased the pressure and pushed Elain further onto the altar, until she was laying across it fully, Lucien on top of her.

Lucien reached back and pressed on Elain’s legs, forcing them off of him and back down to the altar. At first Elain expected him to pull back and say something, but instead those long, tan fingers grasped the outermost layer of her gown and opened it across the altar.

Elain’s arms were pulled away next and pinned on either side of her head. Lucien held her in place as his mouth returned to Elain’s and their tongues met once more. This time it was Lucien who groaned into Elain, the sound igniting another wave of burning need.

One hand was released, and Lucien held the end of the sleeve delicately as Elain pulled her hand out of the sleeve of the outer robe. Only when she’d lifted it back in place to take hold of Lucien once more was the other hand released and the outermost layer abandoned.

Frankly speaking, Lucien had seen Elain in fewer clothes than this. The traditional wedding robes of Day were expansive and had many layers. But he still leaned away from his lady and stared down at her with heavy eyes. Desire made them glassy, the gaze slightly unfocused as Lucien and Elain both panted. The outer robe was laying neatly open across the altar, but to remove the layers beneath, a series of golden belts had to be pulled away.

To reach down and touch them now would put his hands close to a dangerous place.

But… the belts had to go. They both wanted them gone with the same intense desire.

Lucien had given himself permission to kiss and bite, yet his hands trembled slightly as he stared down at Elain now. Elain was steady as she slid her arms down and began undoing the ties and clasps. Lucien rose on his knees slightly, giving Elain room to arch her back when she needed to reach a piece at the rear. The angle drove her against Lucien. There were still just as many layers of clothes between them, but Elain might have raised herself further than was necessary. Might have lingered a few seconds after she undid the stubborn tie.

But now the robes were of a different cut. The outermost draped over her, the layers beneath crossed one another and meant that it was too hard for Lucien to remain on top of Elain and peel them open to neatly hang over the sides of the altar. 

So the heir to the High Lord of Day slid off her and forced himself to stand to the side.

He began a slow circle of the altar. Elain remained laying in place, and Lucien kept a finger on her skin at all times. Stroking her cheek, placing her arms back on either side of her head, running a finger along the side of her boot. His burning gaze always fixated on Elain.

After the loop was complete, he undid the ties on the first layer of robes. As he circled, he opened one side, pausing long enough to tug it lightly and ease the wrinkles. Then he would circle to the next. At the head of the altar he once again stopped and pinched the outermost layer of the sleeves. Elain obediently pulled her arms free and placed them back exactly where they belonged. 

The next loop he removed Elain’s second layer of robes- had he ever seen Elain in so little? Elain’s mind couldn’t recall if Lucien snuck a peek as he covered her after her ordeal with the Cauldron.

All she could think about was how light her body felt without Lucien’s on top of it. Too light. Too cold. Her breathing was heavy and as the layers slipped away her scent became more and more obvious.

The second layer was gone. All that remained was the innermost layer. A wrapped top and long, flowing skirts that hid the… situation below. The moisture building in her folds.

Lucien had been off of Elain’s body for too long. Under the heir of Day’s gaze, her passion had stepped aside enough for nerves to take their place.

As Lucien’s gaze burned Elain’s skin, and anxiety was freezing her bones. She’d never been looked at for the sake of looking. Had never felt the weight of a gaze on her body with so little covering it.

One inner robe. Lucien was still in his full wedding robes, and Elain wore less than those prostitutes hanging out of the brothel windows to cajole the men wandering below.

Her hands began to tremble. Elain clenched them into fists and looked away from Lucien.

Lucien marked the movement, but said nothing. He slowly moved to one side of the altar. Elain shivered as he reached out and untied the stays on the top half of her innermost robe. She was trembling as Lucien circled the altar and pulled the far side.

Silk brushed against Elain’s skin and she closed her eyes tight. It took genuine effort to stop herself from rolling away from Lucien or grabbing as many of the layers beneath her as she could and wrap herself up to escape. She had no idea where the dress she’d wore in that morning was, but surely it wouldn’t be the first time someone fled a temple while dressed for a wedding.

What kept Elain on the altar was the thought of how awful she would feel if she did make his escape. How would she explain it to Lucien after? Lucien waited for her for years. He went through so much suffering alone in the mortal realm, all for her sake. To make her feel less burdened by his presence.

Elain had waited for him only one year, when he was first installed in Day, and it was the most wretchedly alone she had ever felt. Beron had launched a war against Helion for the humiliation, while Eris hid their mother somewhere safe.

Every night she would lie awake, sure that Lucien was about to come through the door. Every morning before she opened her eyes she prayed that there would be a red clad man beside her. Every meal she prepared she made enough for two. But that war raged, and Lucien couldn’t come.

“My lady,” Lucien said gently beside her. Elain turned her face away quickly, but Lucien’s finger traced the tear that had escaped the corner of her eye. He must have climbed on the altar, because the next thing Elain felt were his warm lips kissing away the tears trapped in her eyelashes. “My lady, why are you crying?”

Elain’s voice came out in more of a whimper than she hoped, “I just… I just really missed you.” She opened her eyes and drank in the wild beauty of Lucien’s face. A fist closed around her heart and more tears dripped down the sides of her face. “This last year… I really missed you… every single moment.”

“I missed you too,” Lucien said. 

Hands slid beneath Elain’s head and Lucien’s body pressed down on her. There was nothing sensual in the touch, just a man holding his wife as if to protect her from the world. Elain buried her face in the crook of Lucien’s neck.

“How did you survive all those years?” Elain had wondered it every day.

There was a pause before Lucien said, “It was hard. It never stopped hurting… but whenever you smile… I would wait a thousand years just to see that just once.”

Tears still dripping from the corners of her eyes, Elain managed a smile for Lucien. She reached up to trace the lines of Lucien’s face with the tips of her fingers. His cheekbones, the angle of his jaw, his nose, his lips- Elain’s chuckle as Lucien snapped and lightly caught a finger with his teeth was half-laugh, half-whimper. 

But when Elain laughed, so did Lucien.

“I’ve never… been like this before,” Elain forced herself to say such cringe-inducing words. It seemed to ease some of the tightness in her chest.

“Well, I have,” Lucien whispered as if conspiring. “I’ve had a long time to think about it… and read about it… and dream about it… and practice a bit.” The last part was said softly against Elain’s ear and punctuated by a slight roll of the hips. “I hope my lady will not be disappointed. I promise it will be fun.”

Elain was still embarrassed enough by her own words. Her face turned bright red at Lucien’s frank speech. Elain’s heart didn’t want to be sad. Not on her wedding night. Not after Lucien finally returned to her. She wanted to be happy and to kiss and… and whatever came next.

She wasn’t afraid of the act itself- Lucien would never harm her. She wasn’t afraid of judgment- Lucien had seen Elain’s worst moments and still loved her wholeheartedly. She wasn’t afraid of being deemed unworthy in any way by Lucien.

So if she wasn’t afraid… what was she afraid of?

Elain’s head became dizzy trying to understand it all. In the end she decided not to understand. As she had so many times before, she simply chose to trust in Lucien. Trust her… her husband. The word was so strange in her mind, marriage became such an alien concept after she became fae… But it brought a smile to her lips at long last.

“Husband,” she tried saying it out loud.

Lucien smiled in response and dipped his face to kiss Elain’s lips, “Wife.”

Elain was nervous and unsure of everything, but she knew how it made her feel to kiss Lucien. So she wrapped her arms around Lucien’s shoulders and pulled him down. Lucien resisted just a little- rather than smother Elain as requested he kept the kiss light and gentle.

When Elain parted her lips in invitation, Lucien ignored her. Elain wanted to lose herself in that hot dizziness that swept her mind and worries both away. Lucien had dreamed of this for a long time- as he’d said- and he wasn’t going to go quick and fast. Not when he knew the slower path would be the most fun for his new bride.

Lucien sucked at Elain’s lips, lightly tugging at them with his teeth. He grinned when Elain’s breathing became more labored. The dizziness was building in her mind, easing her fears. 

Then the hand on Elain’s cheek vanished. The front of Elain’s shift moved, exposing half her chest. When the hand settled on her ribs, Elain sucked in a hard breath.

She stiffened as a bolt of raw electricity shot through her. That touch- it wasn’t like Elain’s skin had never been touched. But not in intimacy, not by someone she cared so much for, and certainly not as her lips were kissed until they were bright red.

A ragged breath escaped from Lucien as he felt the soft skin beneath his fingers flutter. His hands were slightly cold, but there was enough force in that touch that Elain wasn’t ticklish. In fact, she gasped and one arm left Lucien’s neck to cover the hand against her side. Lucien hesitated somewhat, but chuckled against Elain’s lips as his hand was not pushed away, but held down firmly in place.

Then, at last, Lucien kissed Elain as deeply as he desired.

A broad lick of his tongue up the column of Elain’s throat made the lady arch her back and gasp for breath. As she did, her oxygen was stolen away by Lucien’s mouth. Lucien pressed against Elain hard as the dizzying wave crashed over them both.

Elain’s legs lifted and- without conscious decision to do so- wrapped around Lucien’s hips. One ankle crossed the other as Elain locked herself in place. As air became too precious a commodity, Lucien released her mouth and latched onto her neck, licking and sucking with such animalistic ferocity that Elain couldn’t stop the whimpering groan that escaped her mouth.

She was on fire beneath Lucien. All Elain could think about was the hand on her side, the epicenter of the wondrous agony that was burning through her flesh. She held Lucien’s hand in place, but she wanted to feel that electricity across her entire body.

Lucien didn’t silence himself. He moaned against Elain’s neck, the sound adding to the her frenzy even more. There were too many layers of silk between the pair. Lucien’s robes were as heavy and rich as the ones Elain had worn. It wasn’t fair, not when only a hand and lips touched Elain directly.

Elain forced herself to release Lucien and grab onto the neck of his robes. She began to tug at them roughly. It was sloppy, especially considering the care Lucien made to gently remove Elain’s, but she was desperate.

Lucien’s grip on her side tightened almost painfully, enough so that Elain’s mind came back to her body. She was gasping as she realized just how tightly her legs were wrapped around Lucien. How her back was arched against his chest. The damp stain that appeared between her own legs as the silk undergarments became smeared with her moisture.

But this time Elain didn’t want to stop. She tugged again at Lucien’s robes. A red flush covered her cheeks, chest, and arms, but she didn’t care. 

Elain managed to push the outer robe over one of Lucien’s shoulders, staring up at him as if in challenge. Lucien withdrew and slid off the altar. Elain’s eyes burned as she slid her arms free from the top. Until only the wrap around her hips- a thin layer of silk- covered her body.

She couldn’t stop the arm that crossed her chest to hide her nipples. Lucien marked that too, as always.

“I want to-”

“We have our own customs here,” Lucien grinned. His skin began to glow and the robes- those expensive and exquisite silk robes began to burn. The silk smoked and shriveled as red flames spread from the shoulders down, slowly consuming everything. Gold charms and chains from different parts of the robes melted and dripped down to the floor.

Elain almost forgot that Lucien had fire in his blood. As his shoulders were slowly exposed there was no hint of the burned silk upon them. No soot or ash, no charred skin. Lucien was the living flame that burned through his clothing.

His chest was exposed first. Elain licked her lips as broad muscles gleamed in the firelight. Her fingers itched to touch them- to feel the hardness of his abdomen. Elain swallowed hard imagining how it would feel to press against such a chest.

The fire continued to burn. Lucien’s shoulders pushed back and he stood just a little bit straighter for Elain’s inspection as the fire drifted lower…. Lower.

Elain still had shoes, foot covers, and those thin pants on. Lucien-

He burned away every last scrap.

Elain gasped a bit as a certain part of Lucien was exposed. Genuine effort went into not looking away or hiding her face. Lucien felt no shame in Elain’s gaze. His smile grew predatory as he noted that his lady was staring at the hardening length between his legs.

“Does my lady approve?” Lucien said after a long pause. Smug and confident.

“L-Lucien, don’t say stuff like that…” Elain brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear quickly. 

Lucien returned to the altar. He pulled Elain’s shoes off, then her foot covers. He crawled onto the altar, his toned muscles shifting. Elain’s eyes were locked on the member that hung down. She jumped as it touched the side of her thigh through her pants.

Elain was still propped up on her elbows. Lucien stopped nose-to-nose with her and stared at his wife’s eyes while he undid the ties on either side of Elain’s hips that held the pants on and tugged the fabric lightly.

Another gasp from Elain as cool air brushed against her shaved mound. Lucien wasn’t as neat with this final layer as he’d been with the others. He opened the fabric and pushed it out of the way, exposing Elain wholly.

Part 1 || Part 2

[feysandfeels]

Mi gente bella, mi gente hermosa (My beautiful people, my gorgeous people),

It is the last morning of the fair year that was 2021 and as we all look back bringing healthy nostalgia painted in hues of gratitude, I cannot help but bring you all into my memories. I have been in this place for more than a decade and I have been part of this book and Sarah J Maas fandom for enough years that I do carry the tittle of elder with pride, yet it wasn’t until this year I decided to reengage with you all here. What a sunny decision that was. Coming back to find old friends still perusing these waters, which showed me the special sweetness that only comes in reunions (I love this story arc for us) and coming back to find new friendships to discover really became a beacon of light during this year and a gentle reminder that goodness is the common denominator. 

I would not be the person that I am today if it were not for you and your laughs, jokes, art (you guys are so talented, please continue writing, please continue painting, editing and creating mood boards and gifsets), perspectives, analysis and sometimes the very very very odd smut recommendations. Please know that when you are doubting whether you are good in your art, know that I think you are brilliant and I was trained as a snobbish academic so I am judgy and I judge your art to be inspiring. 

I will forever carry with me those of you with whom I shared my acting life and who watched my monologues...words will never be enough to truly describe how warm you made my heart feel. Thank you for indulging me with my mirror selfies, for holding my hand during my grandad’s death (I still have those saved because they meant so fucking much), for the birthday messages, for the asks, for reading my convoluted yet lovable posts and enjoying my tags.  

You are all golden in my eyes and if you ever need to bury a body know that I have the tools to do it and will gladly help you. Know that I am grateful for you, for the stories that we shared, for the ones that we will continue to share, for the imaginary bottles of wine we will open, for the princes of hell, high lords, kings, princes, warriors, whatever Thomas Cresswell is -I haven’t read the books- we get to lust after and marry and fight for, for the time that perhaps we get to meet face to face and go book shopping (lets face it this is always part of the plan): I am grateful for all of it, for all of you. 

And lastly know, please know that I am humbled and honored that out of all the people in this community in this earth you chose me to be your friend. But also, excelente taste. 

I don’t know what next year might bring, but you will always have a friend in me. I will remember you always and send you light and mischievous darkness every day.

Lots of Latin Love, Lu.

(one last alliteration for the road). 

@briannamcfraser @cassianandfenrysaremyboyos​ @rhysand-vs-fenrys @bookofmirth @moononastring @aurips @ssardothien @witching-by-the-willow  @quinlars @helion-ism @carolynmezzosoprano @evolving-dreamer @spell-cleavers @foxybananaaaz @positivewitch @mourningfictionalcharacters @/wherever my beautiful Liz is now @timesconvert @ratabrasileira​ @/whichever blog you are using now Helena. 

To those with whom I’ve talked in those discord groups (i don’t have your @s but this is for you too) and to many many many more bright beautiful souls. 

FELIZ AÑO NUEVO!!!

[takemetoterrasenpls]

SO, i hope y’all are okay that i’m tagging you. we aren’t friends and we haven’t ever spoken but i just wanted to say thank you. thank you so much for all the effort y’all put into your posts and your fics, they bring me so much joy and whenever i’m in a shitty mood or having a bad day i can come on here and they always, ALWAYS cheer me up. so thank you so much for taking so much time to bring these beautiful lovely ideas to life. i love them all so so much. i’m sure there’s more people that i’m forgetting but i couldn’t remember/find everyone i wanted to tag😭 but anyways thank you❤️

@ladyvanserra @mariamuses @tacmc @vanserrasvalkyrie @shyvioletcat @elidereads @tswaney17 @flowers-shadows @flowerchild-elain @rhysand-vs-fenrys-vs-writing @rhysand-vs-fenrys @illyrianbeauty @acotar @noodlecatposts @abraxos-is-toothless @thesurielships @surielandiareendgame and so many others💗💗💗

[nestaspegasus]

I just spend a month with my family being slowly tortured by not having a moment alone and not fully able to read my favorite fics and their updates. So I can only imagine what was like writing and posting update to your fics, especially considerating is something you do for fun without much retribution. For this I can only thank all of you for posting your stories, even on major holidays. You made my year (and many others, for sure) infinitely better, you guys made a safe and sane space to vent and rant about this fandom while also creating masterpieces that SJM could only dream about doing. You truly are artists and one of the best! And a Happy New Year for all of you. May 2022 be the best year of your life!

@theladyofbloodshed @c-e-d-dreamer @moodymelanist @arinbelle @perseusannabeth @a-court-of-valkyries @nesquik-arccheron @sirendeepity @talkfantasytome @angelic-voice-1997 @mightymorphingayagenda @sayosdreams @darklove9314-blog @vidalinav @ladynestaarcheron @separatist-apologist @simpingfornestaarcheron @unhealthyfanobsession @saphie3243 @starksravings @ncssian @wildlyglittering @rhysand-vs-fenrys and many many others...

[merinnan]

Fic Tag Game

Grabbed from @hils79, because it looked like fun.

Name: Merinnan, which I’ve gone by for... fifteen years now, I think? Prior to that, I mostly used Calicia (and sometimes Zoi).

Fandoms: Like Hils, I’m only going to list the fandoms I’ve actually written fic for.

Star Trek: My very first fandom, and the one I’ve written the most fics for (so far - I suspect that DMBJ will overtake it. It certainly already has in terms of word count). I was (and am still) primarily a DS9 fan, and was a huge Kira/Dukat and Garak/Bashir shipper back in the day. Most of my Trekfics are DS9 fics, but I also dabbled a little bit in TOS and TNG, and had one or two crackfic crossovers that involved Voyager characters. Discovery has tempted me with a few fic ideas, but I haven’t written anything for it yet.

Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon: aka, the show that first had me seriously questioning my sexuality. Look, Haruka and Michiru are #goals, don’t judge me. This is also where my Zoi name came from, after the first season villain Zoisite, whom I cosplayed several times. Unsurprisingly, my main ships are HaruMichi and KunZoi. Despite this fact, neither of my published Sailormoon fics are HaruMichi.

Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040: A short-lived fandom, but one I still liked enough to write a fic for and get the OST CD.

World of Warcraft: I wouldn’t say I’m really part of the fandom, per se, but I’ve been playing since the dying days of Burning Crusade, am a huge lore nerd, and started writing a crossover fic that is currently on indefinite hiatus. I do plan to come back and finish it, but first RL got in the way, and now I have to try and remember where I’d actually been planning to go with it.

A Court of Thorns and Roses: That crossover fic I just mentioned? Yeah, this is what it’s a crossover with. ACoTaR fandom went sleepy for awhile, but it’s back up and kicking now that A Court of Silver Flames is out - if any of you are still following me, it’s great to see everyone active again! To the surprise of no-one who knows me, I’m a big Nessian shipper.

Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling / The Untamed: I came to this fandom via ACoTaR, actually, after a certain person (hi, @rhysand-vs-fenrys!) wouldn’t stop gushing about it :-) This is the fandom that really and seriously got me back into regular fic writing again after 15-ish years. I’m a multishipper here, and have written / am writing WangXian, NieLan, XiCheng, XuanLi, and XiSang.

Guardian / Zhen Hun: MDZS fandom led me to Guardian, which, along with DMBJ, has devoured my life in a way that hasn’t happened since my Star Trek days, and I love it! WeiLan is my major ship, but I’m also quite fond of the DaMian life raft.

Zhu Yilong: Yes, I’m going to list a person as a fandom. Zhu Yilong is one of the stars of Guardian, and is both incredibly pretty and an incredibly talented actor. So much so that I have suffered through some truly terrible dramas just to watch him in them. I do not write Z1L-fic, since RPF of living people is a personal squick of mine, but I am working on a massive crossover fic of most of his characters.

Mo Du: Guardian led me along to more of Priest’s works, such as Mo Du, which is now officially my favourite book, and I adore the main WenZhou ship. The Mo Du fandom right now is pretty tiny, and I’m still working on my first fic for it, but I hope that it will grow with the donghua due out this year, and the drama having just started filming.

Daomu Biji / The Lost Tomb: I initially came into this fandom because of Zhu Yilong, who played Wu Xie in the Reboot / Reunion / Chongqi drama, and then I got sucked into the fandom pit of all of the books and dramas and spinoffs, and it’s wonderful and fantastic. I have written so much for it, and have so much more planned. PingXie and PingXieSang are my main ships here, but I’m also a HeiHua fan, and very much enjoying the RiSang pool noodle that @kholran created.

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort and crack are my major ones.

Fic I spent most time on: A toss-up between Endings and Beginnings and Reunion, both DS9 fics. Endings and Beginnings is an alternate ending to the show, while Reunion is a Gul Dukat-centric fic set around, oh, season 5ish? Both were written for and initially published in print fanzines, so in addition to time spent writing, there was a lot of back and forth for editing, etc.

Favourite fic(s) you’ve written: Look, I honestly couldn’t say. I like most of the fics I’ve written, and there are several that I’m really proud of and really like.

Fic I spent least time on: Silent Graves, a super angsty DMBJ/Lost Tomb Xiaoge fic. I think I wrote it in like 15 minutes.

Longest fic: Cat’s Paw, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang canon rewrite fic I co-wrote with @xantissa, at  247 826 words. For fics written by just me, not with a co-writer, then that would be Nevermore, my WIP MDZS/CQL XiCheng Pacific Rim AU, at 22 276 words and counting.

Shortest fic: Every entry in my DS9 Drabbles series, with each one at exactly 100 words. Although if you count them as a quintdrabble, then Indiscretion (a DS9 missing scene vignette about Gul Dukat, set during the episode of the same name) at 169 words.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks/subscriptions: The answer to all of these is either Cat’s Paw or Nevermore, so I’m going to give the next highest.

Hits:  Those who fear darkness have never seen what light can do, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie supernatural AU fic co-written with xantissa.

Since this fic also takes the highest kudos, bookmarks, and subscriptions after Cat’s Paw/Nevermore, I’ll skip to the next fic along on each of those.

Kudos: Stars fall like diamonds, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie missing scene fic from Reboot/Reunion/Chongqi.

Bookmarks: A Knight in Bloody Armour, another DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang supernatural AU fic (but a different supernatural AU) co-written with xantissa.

Comments: Ears and Other Related Calamities, yet another DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang supernatural AU fic (of a different again supernatural AU) co-written with xantissa.

Subscriptions: The Rescue Job, a Guardian WeiLan Leverage AU, currently at one chapter complete and posted out of a planned five chapters.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: We have plans for a prequel and a sequel to A Knight in Bloody Armour, and a spinoff fic for The Zhang Identity (a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie AU that is complete but not yet posted. It will be posted in April as part of the Small Fandoms Big Bang).

Share a bit of a WIP: This is from an as-yet-unnamed post-canon fix-it fic for the Guardian drama:

It was hurting again. Zhao Yunlan curled up into a tight ball under the hospital blankets, trying to ignore it enough to try to get back to sleep. He knew it wouldn't work, because he couldn't remember a time when it ever did, but it was always worth a shot, right? He squeezed his eyes shut and held himself tightly for a few...moments? Minutes?...before grabbing his stuffed cat and clutching it while he forced himself to breathe deep, slow breaths the way the doctors back in Spring City had taught him.

Eventually, the pain died back down to its usual dull ache, the one that was bearable and let him play, and watch TV, and do school lessons with his mother. One day, she said, they'd find a doctor who knew what was wrong, why he hurt all the time, and the doctor would give him medicine that would keep the worst pain away so that he could go to an actual school and meet more kids than the ones who lived in their apartment block or who frequented the same playground that he liked to go to.

Zhao Yunlan tried closing his eyes again, seeing if he could go back to sleep, but he was far too awake now. He sighed, sitting up in bed and looking around the room. Again. It was just like the hospital rooms in Spring City, and in Kiyota City. He figured that if the doctors here in Tomorrow Mountains couldn't help, his parents would take him to yet another city, and the hospital rooms there would probably look the same, too.

Then, over the faint beeping of hospital equipment, and the quiet murmurs further down the corridor of nurses at the nurse station or seeing to other patients, he heard a soft sniffling sound, like someone was trying not to cry too loudly. He picked up his stuffed cat and looked at it.

"What do you think, Dead Cat?" he asked it. "Should we go and find them?"

Dead Cat didn't answer, of course, but that didn't stop Zhao Yunlan from assuming that it agreed with him, and slipping out of bed. His feet touched the cold tile floor with barely a sound, and, still holding Dead Cat tightly, Zhao Yunlan padded over to the door. He looked up and down the corridor, then left his room to track down the sniffling noise.

He wasn't surprised that it came from the next room. He was surprised that it came from another kid, a boy who looked to be about his age, huddled in bed and wiping his eyes.

"Hi," Zhao Yunlan whispered. The other boy looked up in surprise, then stopped to clutch his chest as he began to cough. Once he'd finished coughing, Zhao Yunlan and Dead Cat were perched on the end of his bed.

"I'm Zhao Yunlan, and this is Dead Cat." He held up Dead Cat, moving one of the paws to wave hello. "What's your name?"

The boy wiped his eyes again. "Shen Ye."

I tag: ALL OF YOU! Are you a writer who hasn’t done this yet? Consider yourself tagged if you want to be.

[fireheartfaery]

As the year comes to a close (thank the gods) I have one group of people to thank for getting me through it: And that's fanfic authors! You guys have saved me every single day this year and I can never thank you enough for it❤️

I started this list in July sometime and it has been steadily growing since then, and I'm sure it will continue to, but I cannot close out this hell-year without thanking these blogs in particular because wow I would not have survived without y'all's works!

@stardustroses Bruna! I discovered your Headcanons first and I fell head over heels in love. I haven't read your gen 2 yet but I promise I will. Thank you for giving us that sweet sweet manorian content we are being so (rudely) denied! And thank you for all the warnette and dramione. Most importantly, thank you for your original WIP. I cannot tell you how much I love your beautiful characters and I hope with all my heart that one day I can hold your book in my hand and know that I read its contents all that time ago and loved it even then.

@ladywitchling Ams! You know I love your writing. You write raw and real and it makes me so sad but heals me so well. Thank you for becoming a friend. Your presence has been a light in the darkness of this year. I will possess your heart is one of the greatest pieces of writing I have ever had the pleasure to read and I cannot tell you how blown away I was! Also Zillah is everything. EVERYTHING

@noodlecatposts Jess! (I hope it's okay to call you that) Firstly I hope you're really really proud of yourself for all you've written and done this year because holy crab cakes you took on a lot of projects. I think I found you because of Noisy Neighbours but I think I only got a few chapters in before I had to call it quits because I cannot handle angst until I know I'm going to get fluff resolution and that did not come for a hot minute👀(I will catch up on NN that's a promise to myself) but obviously I stalked your account because I love your writing style and I found so many beautiful fics! Also I just need to tell you that this one particular ask (and your response to it) will pop into my head randomly and I will die laughing! It was around 20 chapters into NN and the asker said something along the lines of "In another 20 chapters will see rowaelin doing [cannot remember]" and your response was roughly "Oh God I don't think I can write 20 more chapters" and now I think NN is on 60 chapters? That interaction just makes me laugh all the time, and especially when I see a new chapter is up. When you started Kingsflame I knew it'd be my favourite by far. That fic has a special place in my heart and I think about it on the regular.

@sassyhobbits your One Night Standards fic is b r i l l i a n t. I haven't finished it yet but please know that Princess Aelin and Prince Rowan own all the parts of my heart and I loved their characterizations so much! That scene where they go out into the city all disguised and then they have greasy burgers at the diner is so soft and I think about it constantly! Also the one where they had to stage that picnic and the little girl came up to Aelin? Freaking adorable. I adore how badass and wonderful Lysandra is as well! THANK YOU!

@charincharge your Cruel Summer fic was!!! Mind blowing. I loved everything about it and when it ended all I wanted to do was dive back into the world and read about rowaelin having theme park adventures. Thank you thank you thank you for creating that beautiful AU!

@simping4bookboisngrls Cass! The minute you interacted with my crackships post I knew I'd adore you forever!! Your Everybody Talks fic lives rent free in my mind and I love love love every relationship (platonic and romantic) you've created! Also getting to interact with you has been one of the best things about my year so thank you for brightening my dash! (and my life)

Special Mentions:

@tacmc @snelbz Your "Swipe Left" one (two?) shot fic was SOOOOOO freaking cute!!! Everything about it! I love the collaborations you guys do.

@ourlovelybones your manorian fic hello princeling, hello witchling yea I love it and it's so cute and you providing us with the manorian content we deserve? QUEEN! thank you

@highqueenofelfhame I think I've read your writing in pieces here and there and I loved it all but my fave thing is "Sleight of Hand"! That fic gave me so much happy thank you

@rhysanoodle finding you quinlar one shot after reading the blue-balls that was CC was like finding water in the flipping desert!! You are a life saver thank you

@westofmoon your "12 17 days of Rowaelin" was *all the heart eyes* and I think I had like 6 strokes from the cuteness alone!

@darklesmylove your perspective fics where you write about things that could have happened are wonderful!! Specifically "intentions" and "the stars pale" I just loved them so much! I always need me some rowaelin

@starseternalnighttriumphant your kinktober obliterated me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVED ALL OF IT SO MUCH. Thank you for spoiling us. Also your daddy!Rowan AU is g e n i u s

@dawninlatin Queen of Peace is one of my fave manorian AUs of all time and I love that they're just blushing idiots who don't know what going on and need to be pushed together in order to realize they're perfect for each other!! Also Manon rebelling against her grandmother is the greatest thing to ever happen. And Asterin continues to be iconic in any universe

@empress-ofbloodshed THANK YOU FOR THE ROWCAN! I didn't expect it to be such a big part of my year but it has made all the difference in the world! Your roommates AU is the cutest ever

@rhysand-vs-fenrys YOUR CAZRIEL???? Unreal. Unbelievable. Show stopping. You made my cazriel binge that much better and I love you for it!

@nalgenewhore thank you for the rowcan content!! Between you and @empress-ofbloodshed my 2020 has brought only the best crackship! Also I love Kohana!!!! Like I would die for him

@sacksvilles I will never ever be over the perfection that is Nezriel and I want to live in the universe where they're canon instead of nessian!! Thank you for creating the nezriel monster that is me. Also your fic "Illyrian Oral Lessons" is perfection and nothing less!

[moononastring]

hey! do you have any elucien fic recs? or know any good elucien writers?? i seriously cannot find any lately (i love ur writing btw :))

Thank you so much hun! I’m glad you enjoyed reading them as I’ve enjoyed writing them :))))))))))

God, I haven’t read fanfics in a while but @rhysand-vs-fenrys , @6madfae , and @elucien have some.  @zhian-tara wrote one of my favorite elucien fics everrrr but t’was about two years ago. I’m sure it can be found in my elucien fanfics tag. I know the elucien tag itself has some recent fanfics as well you can check out!!

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

When All the Work is Finished (Part 2: PrapaiSky)

Summary: What's the best way to unwind after weeks of hard work? Rain and Sky skip the monthly races to finish some homework, but when Prapai and Payu go back to their respective homes, they find something very unexpected.

* While this is a "Part 2", it is wholly standalone from Part 1 Part 1 (PayuRain)

For my fanfic library, visit @rhysand-vs-fenrys-vs-writing.

To read on Archive of Our Own, click here

Part 2: PrapaiSky

This chapter references some canon from the LITA Special Novel (where Prapai travels to Germany for work and has a phone sex session with Sky), and leans in to the language used in that as well as the Love Sky novel, where Prapai is often referred to as "young man" and Sky as "boy".

Something was off with Rain.

He was quieter than usual, more withdrawn. When Sky showed up at Payu’s house to pick him up, his mind seemed to be elsewhere. They sat at a café to go over their year-end projects and share ideas, but Rain was distracted. And he made Sky sit with his back to the street, as if he were nervous about something.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to guess?” Sky sighed.

“Nothing,” Rain said quickly. “What type of roof should I go with for the abandoned building redevelopment projects? I was assigned the library, so I was thinking-”

His words died out as Sky raised an eyebrow.

“Sky, it’s nothing… Don’t-”

Sky turned around and stared out the window of the café. He scanned the first floor of the shops along the street, then looked up at the second, third levels. A bit further down the block was a sign advertising the opening of…

Sigh.

“Rain, come on. Let’s go.”

“No!” Rain tried to snatch Sky’s wrist as his friend stood up and finished the last swallow of his tea. He scrambled after Sky, increasingly embarrassed and desperate. “Sky, I can look online, I don’t want to go!”

“Yes, you do.” Sky ignored him and glanced both ways before crossing the street. He walked towards the sign with purpose, though… he honestly had no idea what to expect.

“SKY, STOP.”

“Nope.”

Sky led the way upstairs to the second floor of the building and past another sign advertising the opening of… a sex toy shop. 

After Rain found out about Sky’s past, there were certain topics he was very careful to avoid. Sky had been honest with him, as he was with Prapai, and told his best friend everything he felt strong enough to say. Including that his ex would force him using toys.

Apparently, Rain took that to mean that sex toys were a wholly forbidden topic.

“Have you been buying lube from a regular store all this time?” Sky asked with a snort. 

Rain nodded.

“How boring.”

Honestly, Sky only ever bought it from a regular store too, but Rain looked like he was about to bolt the opposite direction, so he deliberately misled his friend. Sky wasn’t sure what might happen if he walked inside the store, truth be told. He didn’t know if the sight of some toys might bring back bad memories.

But he refused to be afraid of what might happen. Besides…

‘You will never see either of them again in this lifetime. We failed to secure the venue properly that night. The matter has been settled, with Mr. Pakin’s personal apology.’

The first race Sky attended after everything happened, Prapai left Sky under the hawkish gaze of Payu and Rain. Sky felt like he could barely breathe without the two monitoring him, and their attention only eased when Chai appeared. 

A guard asked Payu a question, Rain was distracted, and Chai said those words just loudly enough for Sky- and Sky alone- to hear.

Sky’s memories of that particular race were fractured at best, but he knew Prapai made a deal with Chai and Pakin. He knew what was promised, and what that promise meant. He also knew the implication of Chai’s words- the matter was settled with Pakin’s apology. 

It meant… Prapai would owe them no debt.

That was the first race Sky or Prapai attended in three months. For three months, Prapai was never called on to race and uphold his end of a deal. So releasing him without a penny paid, it was beyond generous.

‘Thank you.’

That was all Sky said back, and he meant it. He thought it should probably bother him more to know that someone died, even if it was those two assholes. But… it was liberating somehow. He didn’t feel as anxious. Between that and the warmth Prapai drowned him in each and every day, Sky was finally able to put a glass wall between himself and the past.

He never forgot, he never shoved those memories down the way he had before, but they couldn’t reach him. The nightmares were rare, and Prapai was close.

So… he went with Rain through the opaque door and into the shop.

“Welcome,” the person behind the counter was neither male nor female, but they were painfully beautiful. They were perhaps around Prapai’s age, maybe a little older, and had long, loose black linen pants with a white halter that showed off a well-toned body. Their narrow face and big eyes were accented by the silver web of chain that sat upon their completely shaved and smooth head.

Sky always imagined a toy shop as being dark and dirty, the people working there no different from his ex in terms of appearance… But they had a reassuring face, honest and open and friendly. The shop itself was brightly lit and smelled of lavender. It was perfectly clean, the only mystique being in the high shelves that were angled in ways to make it difficult to see anyone who might be shopping unless they were at the wide, spacious counter. 

Rain and Sky both bowed their heads in a quick greeting. Rain’s ears were bright red, and Sky thought his might be the same. It was no different an atmosphere than he expected to find at any regular shop, and so completely different from what he’d imagined. It was almost jarring to spy a large display of dildos in every size and color imaginable down a far aisle.

“Picking up,” someone came in behind them, and Sky herded Rain down a random aisle to give the man some privacy. Well… ‘man’ made him sound older than he was. He was big with broad shoulders and a mischievous smirk, but on second glance, he couldn’t have been older than Rain and Sky. Or if he was, it could only be a year difference at most. 

The man was handsome enough, in a rough and wild way, and seemed somewhat out of place in the city. His long shorts and the print shirt open over a white tank top looked more suited to a beach. 

Sky couldn’t help the voice in his head that pointed out Prapai was bigger, broader, and more handsome. He missed his lover so badly that he couldn’t help but compare every man he saw to the obnoxious giant… the one he’d do anything to hold.

“Here you go,” the person at the counter immediately fetched a nondescript brown bag and handed it over. “And Mut, please tell Mr. Tongrak that my husband and I both appreciate him allowing us to open this shop here.”

Sky tuned out the conversation as the man chatted with the person behind the counter, trying to focus instead on what was in front of him.

“There are… this many kinds?” Rain whispered, eyes wide.

The aisle had dozens of types of lube. So much that Sky felt immediately overwhelmed. There were so many options- too many options. And why did some bottles look the same, but were in entirely different places?

“Maybe we should… start somewhere else.” Sky said.

Rain immediately walked to the end of the aisle furthest from the door and was about to head for the next one when he suddenly turned around and herded Sky in the opposite direction, “We can look here first.”

“Let me see,” Sky dodged Rain’s arm and went to look at what Rain wanted to hide.

This wall was broken by a door, one that was currently wide open. Signs outside the door advertised ‘intimate’ piercings, and a young Thai man was walking out with a tall and well built foreigner, a silver hoop through each of the young man’s bright-red nipples visible as the foreigner helped gently pull down an oversized shirt. The younger clearly was the one to get the piercings, but the older man seemed to be the one in the most pain.

“Sky-” 

“I’m okay,” Sky said, and… he genuinely meant it. Rain knew nothing about the circumstances of his piercings, only that when he, Payu, and Prapai arrived at the condo that night, Sky had two rings in his chest.

“I didn’t have it done professionally,” Sky said after a moment, watching the big man fussing over his younger boyfriend. “I wanted them at the time, but it hurt a lot more than it would have in a place like this. And they took a long time to heal. You think it’s like these,” he touched one of his earrings, “but it isn’t. It took about seven months for me. But… he didn’t give it time to heal, either. If it had time, maybe it would be faster.”

His ex would yank at the rings, even when the piercings were fresh and at their most painful.

“You’d probably like having them,” Sky offered, turning to Rain. “Once they’re healed, it’s really not much different from earrings.”

Sky wandered down the next aisle, leaving the sight of the couple behind. 

“I asked P’Payu about it once,” Rain said, a bit unsettled by Sky’s words but willing to go along with the conversation. “He said he doesn’t mind either way if I get them or not, but if it takes that long to heal, he might have an opinion.”

“If I had them done now- if I didn’t have them before, I mean, I think it would send P’Pai into a depression,” Sky chuckled. The thought of Prapai having to avoid his nipples for any amount of time brought a genuine smile to Sky’s lips. 

He’d felt a little dizzy after what he said to Rain, the small piece of his past he offered up, but picturing Prapai hearing that Sky’s nipples were off limits for months on end helped chase that away.

The young man who’d had his chest pierced had looked relieved, anxious, and happy. He was cute, definitely the same age as both Rain and Sky, and the piercings suited his form. Sky hoped it healed quickly and he enjoyed having them. His companion would no doubt pamper and fuss over them until they were healed.

Both boys felt a bit braver as they wandered the second aisle. There were signs here and there advising people to speak to the staff if they had any questions or wanted recommendations. The person at the counter never left their post, unless someone called from the depths of the store. No pressure, no one hovering, no embarrassment.

Still, it felt a bit awkward to browse sex toys with Rain, so Sky left him in an aisle filled with various light restraints and wandered to the back on his own. The further he went, the more imposing the toys became. Collars with nipple clamps attached- including one that looked too much like what Sky had been made to wear at one point. The long, thin bits of silicone that could be slid into the opening of his most sensitive part to elicit some of the worst pain- or most shameful pleasure. 

And still, he felt nothing. The memories had no power over him at all. Not so long as he pictured Prapai’s face.

The absence of fear made Sky feel stronger, and he found himself wandering through aisles of vibrators and cock rings with a smile on his face. He even started to wonder if he should maybe find something for when Prapai came home. What kind of welcome would he least expect to receive?

He grabbed a small box off of a shelf and eyed it for a long time, then worked up the courage to enter several aisles of fine lingerie. Prapai had made enough little comments here and there that Sky started to form a bit of a plan at least. He crossed back and forth between different sections, mixing and matching and changing his mind until the concept became a bit clearer.

And then on the back wall he saw…

It would be more expensive than he normally felt comfortable with. Sky had money, he filled his time while Prapai was gone tutoring here and there, and since the condo was taken care of- and Prapai still sent him food even from overseas- he had plenty to cover the cost…

Sky took a tag from the wall below what he was eyeing, then a couple more, changed his mind on the lingerie at least four more times, and then made his way to the front. He could feel the small smile tugging at his lips as he pictured the scene he would set, and the reaction it was sure to get.

“Would you like anything else?” the person behind the counter scanned the tags Sky brought up before starting on the other things he grabbed.

Sky was feeling brave, so he said, “The l- the lube section. I don’t- there are a lot.”

“There are,” they nodded. “It’s a bit overwhelming, right?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

They came out from behind the counter and walked with him to the aisle. “So, first, allergies?”

“No.”

“Is this for you to only use yourself, or-”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Do you two use condoms?”

“N- not anymore. We’ve both been tested, it’s alright-” he suddenly felt flustered. The hospital had done a blood test after he was attacked in High School. From that point, the only other man he slept with was Prapai, who wore a condom. Sky asked Prapai to take him for another blood test after the second attack, and Prapai got one too while they were there. Though, Prapai swore he had a blood test done when he decided to pursue Sky anyway.

“I only asked because it can impact the type of lube you get. You’re both very smart for getting tested. What kind of toys do you use, beyond what you’re getting today?” They scanned the section, adjusting some boxes to return them to the right spot or pull displays forward. Not directly looking at Sky, giving the shy boy a bit of space to answer.

“We don’t have any others,” Sky admitted.

They turned back with a smile, “Then it’s easy. You can get just about anything- that toy you picked comes in all material options, so if there was something you liked, it’d be simple to swap. With lube you have to match the type to the material of the condom or toy- never forget that. The section is divided-” they pointed to strips of black on the shelf that did indeed split the lube section into three parts. 

“We only use regular stuff,” Sky scanned the shelves and found the type he and Prapai kept on hand. It was the most common, never sold out, carried in almost every shop near the condoms.

“Can I ask a few very personal questions?” they said, “Or would you like to stick with what you’re familiar with?”

“It’s fine,” Sky didn’t really feel comfortable talking about his sex life with Prapai, but he wanted to surprise him, and he needed help.

“Oral- do you or he ever eat the lube?”

“Y-yes.” Sky could feel his ears burning.

“Are either of you going for particularly intense or frequent climaxes?”

“He- I usually… more… He…” Sky’s courage vanished entirely. 

“He likes to get you off more often?” they asked without a hint of judgement.

Sky’s ears were burning red as he nodded.

“So, these are our flavored lubes on this row,” they indicated an eye-level shelf. It was mostly the same flavors in each type of lube, with a few differences here and there. “The ones on this shelf down here will increase or decrease sensitivity, if you want to make it easier or harder for him. We only carry heavily tested and reputable brands, everything here is safe,” they pointed to another set of shelves. “If you put them on him directly, it can make it easier or harder for him to climax too.” They stepped back, “If you want any flavor samples, just ask. We keep little individual taste test samples at the front counter. With the toy you picked out, these two sections are your best options, but again, if you want something from a different shelf, we can swap the toy for the same thing, same price, different material.”

With that, they left Sky alone to make his decision. 

Once he knew the pattern to the section, it was a bit less overwhelming. Though, there were still too many choices. Did he want to make it harder for Prapai to cum? Or make it harder for his body to resist it? Or did he want something flavored?

Nervous, Sky picked a bottle of slightly flavored lube. It was supposed to be floral in some way, which seemed odd, but the food flavored ones… Sky didn’t particularly want his hole to smell like strawberries or coconut.

“Would you like a sample?” they asked as they scanned his purchase. 

“Y-yes please,” Sky was stammering again.

He thought they might have a bottle behind the counter or something, but they only reached down and handed him a small packet no bigger than the pad of his thumb. It had a miniature of the logo on the bottle.

Sky tore the corner and shyly brought it to his mouth. There were only a few drops inside, but it was enough to taste. The faint rose flavor wasn’t overpowering like he expected. It was… kind of nice. He wasn’t sure if Prapai would like it, but he didn’t mind the taste. 

“Like it?”

“I think so,” Sky smiled a bit and deposited the empty packet in a small trash holder on the counter.

“This types will work with the toy you brought up, so if you want to try others, just stick to the same material and section of lube, okay?” They put the box he’d taken from the shelf into the bag with the lube.

“Okay. Thank you for your help.”

“You are welcome,” they flashed a bright grin. “The tagged items will take a couple weeks to get in, is that alright?”

“Yes, that’s fine.” Sky was handed an invoice for those. He wrote his cell phone number and other information on the line, then paid. 

Then Rain came up…

With what looked like half the store in his arms.

“Tagged items take two weeks, is that alright?” The person behind the counter blinked a few times at the pile Rain deposited, but hid their surprise very quickly.

“That’s okay. Can I store it at your house, Sky? P’Payu is really busy with work the next few weeks, and we’ll have finals… I think I want to surprise him with this after the next party!” Rain used their code word for Pakin’s races.

The day Prapai returned home. Sky was closely counting down to it- he even put an app on his phone that displayed the time until Prapai’s plane would land. If there were no delays.

“I can ring this up now and hold it here until your order comes in,” the person behind the counter offered. “This-” they indicated a long dildo that made Sky’s eyes go wide, “-is a display model, we sold out the next two shipments already, but we’ll have more in around three weeks. I can put a reservation in for one of them if you’d like?”

“Three weeks is perfect!” Rain said quickly. “What day?”

“We usually get shipments in on Thursday evenings, at the latest, Friday morning.”

“Perfect!” Rain said again.

Sky stared at the pile of restraints, clamps, gags, and lube as the person behind the counter began scanning everything.

He’d never asked about Rain and Payu’s sex life, but seeing everything Rain was buying…

Suddenly, Sky felt like the inexperienced one of the two.

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Three weeks later

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Prapai’s day was taking way too long to live through.

First, he was delayed in Germany for several hours by storms, so by the time the fourteen-hour flight landed, he’d already been awake for an entire day. He tried to sleep on the flight, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Every mile the plane flew was a mile closer to Sky.

He was picked up at the airport by Chai, who brought him straight to Pakin’s legal racetrack. The law-abiding half of Pakin’s empire was courting investors from London, and Prapai was the shiny toy he handed over for them to play with in the form of a motorcycle racing lesson. 

Prapai helped the six men gear up, taught them how to handle the lower-grade superbikes Payu’s garage had sent, and spent hours riding 1:1 races. He won each of them, of course, but only by small margins. Enough to make it believable- compared to these men, Prapai was a professional after all- yet allow them some room to brag. 

When he first agreed to this, he assumed he would have slept on the plane and had a few hours at home to unwind while Sky was in class. Not that he’d be whisked away by Chai the moment he stepped off, or that he would be running on an empty tank from the start.

Prapai bid his farewells in late afternoon, and Chai took him over to Payu’s garage. Prapai didn’t come empty-handed- Payu spent three months babying his beloved bike, so the least Prapai could do was bring food (and a couple bottles of very expensive German whiskey).

“Clothes,” Saifah tossed some jeans and a t-shirt at Payu’s face as Prapai walked in. “Rain’s car is having issues. I’ll have it towed over tomorrow and take a look.” 

Payu made a face and whipped out his phone to text his small boyfriend.

“Hey-” a moment later, Payu held up his phone to show Prapai a picture Rain had sent. The main focus was Rain’s own model, but he could see Sky on the other half of the frame.

Just the sight of him, brow furrowed in concentration, was enough to make Prapai’s heart ache.

“They almost done?” He could never tell, but Payu had done all the same projects before. If Sky’s work ran long and he didn’t get to hold him tonight, Prapai might very well show up at his professor’s house with a bag of money and bribe him to change the deadline. 

His need for Sky was beyond physical after months apart.

“If they rush… Maybe four hours,” Payu looked the picture over with a practiced eye. “But if they go a comfortable pace, they’ll be done around the time the race starts.”

Prapai pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Sky.

[Finish quickly and go take a nap. I’ll lick you awake when I get home.]

Whatever text Payu received from Rain, he abandoned the table immediately and rushed to the bathroom.

Saifah slid a bowl of food in front of Prapai and he was about to take his first real bite of Thai food in three months when his own phone chimed- a picture from Sky of just one perfect nipple.

“God damn!” Prapai slammed his bowl down onto the table and overturned his chair getting up. Payu was in the main floor bathroom, so Prapai stormed up to the one in the small apartment overlooking the garage.

“Wash your hands when you’re done, perverts!” Saifah yelled loudly enough for both men to hear.

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Sky waited for Prapai to come home, impatient and anxious.

It had nothing to do with what he’d bought at the store, it had nothing to do with the sex at all.

Three months. They’d been apart for three months. Sure, they chatted most days, sent messages, and arranged video chats when the loneliness became too strong-including one time when Prapai called to watch Sky finger himself- but still, three months.

Prapai was nearby all night, or at least he was in the same city. He had to race, he’d promised Pakin he would be there months ago, but Sky wanted him home. He wanted to hear Prapai’s heartbeat and feel their skin pressed against each other. To hear his voice in person, not through a phone.

Sky didn’t have to use his excuse to avoid the race. He and Rain took pictures while they worked on their projects furiously the week before, but that was always more for Rain’s benefit. Prapai was the one who asked Sky not to come, if only because he really did need to race. It wasn’t idle flirting when he said that if Sky were there, he’d drag him into one of the bike trailers and stay there all night.

Sky might even be the one doing the dragging.

But as the night turned towards dawn, Sky was growing more and more impatient. He prepared his surprise hours early, and kept adjusting and perfecting teeny details. At one point, he caught himself combing the bed for individual specks of lint. 

Prapai’s text that the race had ended and he was on his way home only made Sky’s condition worse. He was angry with time for not passing at a normal speed, and began pacing the condo furiously until he remembered the display he wanted Prapai to come in to.

Sky heard a faint sound from the hallway outside of their front door and bolted for the bedroom, his heart that had been racing all day now hammering in his chest. He closed the door and practically pounced on the bed, quickly adjusting himself.

That happened only five minutes after Prapai sent the message, and was probably just the condo’s night guard doing his usual rounds.

Sky was going insane.

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While Prapai was entertaining Pakin’s guests at the race track, Chai dropped his luggage off with the receptionist at the condo. After the night’s races were finished, there was only one thing Prapai wanted more than to just ride straight off the end of the track and speed all the way home to his Sky:

A shower.

Even though his office was on the way home, it was a kind of torture for Prapai to steer his bike to the underground garage and run into the elevator.

The need to be with Sky had long since turned into a steady ache in his chest, but now his heart was burning. Still, Prapai had very specific plans for what would happen the moment he saw Sky again, and it involved licking every inch of his body- and being licked in turn.

But he had been racing for a combined six hours that day, plus the fourteen-hour flight from Germany and everything in between. 

Because he loved Sky, he wouldn’t resist pouncing the moment he entered his apartment. But also because he loved Sky, he wouldn’t subject him to the layers of sweat and general grime that covered his body.

There was a bathroom with a shower in the executive offices, and when his flight was delayed, Prapai had called ahead to have Plerng drop off a change of clothes and some toiletries on his desk. Prapai didn’t even care if the water was hot or cold when he turned on the shower, he only cared about how efficiently he could scrub every inch of his body, and how fast he could get back down to his bike.

In all, sixteen minutes from the moment he left his bike to the moment he returned.

Prapai slammed the helmet onto his wet hair and started up the bike, barely taking the time to check the road as he raced out of the garage and turned home. The pain in his chest eased the second he could see his condo building peeking out between two towers.

“Mr. Prapai, Mr. Panachai dropped off your luggage. Just a moment.” The guard who monitored the garage entrance immediately produced a key to the storage room and reappeared with his suitcases within seconds.

It took everything in him to politely wait for the bags to be passed into his care, sign the slip attesting that he collected them personally, and walk to the elevator. Well, he didn’t exactly walk.

Was the elevator always so slow?

Was the hallway always so long?

Prapai breathed in the familiar scent of the building and felt the stress and exhaustion slowly melting away. Once he was in his home and had his head buried in Sky’s neck, everything would be right in the world. All he needed was to feel Sky’s heartbeat and smell his hair. 

Why am I shaking?

His hands were starting to tremble as he reached the door and put the key into the lock. It became hard to breathe all of a sudden, and he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

Prapai opened the door.

The apartment was empty, dark, and quiet, but that was never where he was going to find Sky. Prapai shoved his bags in the direction of the large kitchen near the door and kicked his shoes off. He walked quickly towards the closed bedroom door, his mouth watering at the warm light sneaking through the edges.

Sky was awake, and waiting for him.

Prapai already felt himself hardening as he opened the door.

…

He died.

He must have died.

It- it wasn’t fair. Sky would have been waiting all day, excited to see him, and Prapai must have died the moment he opened the door.

Because if he didn’t die, the sight in front of him made no sense. If it wasn’t heaven, then he was hallucinating. 

Sky was sitting on top of the bed. His legs were each folded to one side, his arms straight down, looking like some shy little creature with a slight pout on those perfect pink lips that Prapai wanted to devour.

If it was just that, Prapai could accept that he still had a heartbeat.

Sky was wearing Prapai’s favorite red leather racing jacket hanging off his narrow shoulders, but it was far too big for his slender frame. The sleeves covered most of his hands, leaving only the tips of his fingers to poke out.

If it was just that, Prapai could believe that he was alive.

But Sky had on-

Sky had on-

Prapai wasn’t even breathing as his brain struggled to process what it was seeing.

Beneath the red jacket, left open at the front, Sky was wearing…

He was wearing…

Spots flickered in his vision, and Prapai felt a very real pain in his chest. He forced himself to breathe.

Beneath the red leather jacket, there was a sheer lace halter that was barely large enough to cover his nipples, not that it was meant to. The lace was parted at the center of each triangle to expose those perfect little pink rises for Prapai to bite and kiss without impediment.

Sky slowly raised himself off the bed, biting his lower lip in a way that winded Prapai once again. He forced his eyes to travel down. To see the matching black lace panties that were little more than whispers of fabric that pinned his already-hard member against his stomach, the tip sticking out the top and already smearing a clear liquid against his belly as it dripped.

He groaned at the sight, a long, low, hungry sound.

“P’Pai,” Sky whispered with a trembling voice, “Do you like it?”

Prapai found his legs for a moment. In just a few long strides, he crossed the room and slid onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Sky to pull him in close and tight. Sky grabbed on to Prapai and matched his desperation. He opened his mouth to receive the kiss that was not hungry or demanding, but gentle. Prapai’s tongue probed into his mouth, and he groaned in approval as Sky’s tongue danced against his.

Prapai broke the kiss for air here and there, but never for long. His mouth latched on to Sky’s, and he breathed fiercely through his nose, filling his mind with Sky’s smell. More perfect than he remembered, the true and complete smell of home.

“I missed you,” Prapai released Sky at long last to burrow his face into Sky’s neck. He didn’t bite or kiss, he just rested, wrapped in Sky’s arms.

“I missed you too, so much,” Sky whispered against his ear. He nuzzled into Prapai’s head, breathing in the freshly washed hair. The smell and taste and touch of Prapai home after so long.

Prapai held Sky for a long time, it was the only thing his brain could even consider doing right at that moment. He certainly had plans for that body- and the provoking outfit- but first… he needed to hold and smell and feel Sky. His perfect Sky. 

“Do everything exactly the same,” he kissed Sky’s cheek and whispered in his ear. Without a second glance - for the sake of his own sanity - he climbed off the bed and hurried out of the room, closing the door once more.

He felt infinitely better after seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, and touching Sky. His exhaustion and stress melted away, leaving only the excitement behind. There was something else in the room- his brain could at least register that something more had changed- but he couldn’t see anything beyond Sky… and that tight little outfit he had on. 

Prapai clenched his fists to avoid rubbing at the growing ache in his pants. He waited a full minute before he turned back to the door and opened it again. 

Sky was back, seated exactly where he had been before, raised up on his knees so Prapai could see the entire outfit. The too-large racing jacket hanging just off his shoulders, the lacy top and bottoms. The last couple centimeters of his hard cock peaking out of the band.

“Do you like it?” Sky even whispered the same words again, biting his lip and looking up at Prapai from beneath his dark lashes.

“You’re perfect,” Prapai whispered as he stepped into the room and walked to the foot of the bed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He let Sky crawl over to him, and stood still as Sky rose to meet him eye to eye, his soft little hands stroking the muscles of Prapai’s stomach through his shirt. A flicker of surprise- this time, Sky noticed they were bigger than they’d been.

Well, he was away for three months and had no appetite for clubbing or enjoying Germany’s nightlife without a boyfriend by his side. Prapai burned his excess energy at the hotel gym, and only went out once or twice a week with various people from the office to be polite.

Sky loved to feel and kiss and bite at Prapai’s muscles, why not use their time apart to prepare a treat? Prapai’s body was hard in all the places Sky could want him to be hard.

“Nong Sky remembers his promise to Phi,” Sky was slightly breathless, his chin dipped as he looked up into Prapai’s burning eyes. He felt the hitch in Prapai’s breath. The one time Sky let Prapai watch him finger himself over the video chat, he’d been so deliriously horny that he used filthy language with Prapai, language he usually avoided. 

And then he’d promised to use it again when they met in person.

Honestly, Sky felt kind of stupid wearing the lingerie. He didn’t have the body to make it look good, and he wasn’t entirely sure it was the style Prapai would even like. Not quite girly, not quite masculine. The top was probably too much, just the bottoms he could have been at least somewhat okay with. When he’d made the purchase, Sky was a bit excited, but the reality didn’t match up to his imagination once he actually put it on.

But then the door opened and Prapai looked like he was about to collapse- even though it was the second time he was seeing the outfit. His eyes burned into Sky’s body. The intensity was almost frightening. It made Sky feel… powerful.

“P’Pai,” Sky’s voice was trembling, “Nong Sky wants you to play with his body.”

“Do you?” Prapai’s dark eyes roamed. He reached out and pressed a thumb to the tip of Sky’s cock, stroking the area around the pinhole with the rough pad. He smirked as Sky whimpered, his hands immediately grabbing on to Prapai. “What if I want to play until my little Nong begs me to stop?”

“T-then Phi should keep playing until Nong Sky can’t beg anymore,” Sky whispered. His whole body was trembling. He tried to fight the way his hips flinched into Prapai’s touch, or the gasps that escaped his lips. 

“Sky-”

“I want it,” Sky stopped Prapai’s warning by sliding one hand down to stroke Prapai through the fabric of his pants. “I want it so much. Please,” he pressed against Prapai, licking his neck before biting the lobe of his ear. “Please,” Sky ground his hips into the touch freely now as he pleaded. “Phi, please fuck Nong Sky? Please?” Desperation crept into him. 

He wanted Prapai so badly that he would set his dignity aside to shamelessly wrap his free hand around Prapai’s, forcing him to press harder against the little bit of cock he’d arranged above the line of the black lace. 

“How does Nong Sky want it?” Prapai was shaking as he dug his thumb into Sky’s cock, making the boy gasp against him.

But Sky pulled himself together long enough to whisper in Prapai’s ear, “Hard, rough, and-”

“And?”

Sky forced himself to lean back and look to the left, “-worth remembering.”

Prapai slowly turned to look where Sky directed and… figured out what was new in the room that he hadn’t noticed before.

There were two bars rising up from the side of the bed with an empty space between. On top of those bars, two round wooden handles with small latches on the bottom. The cuffs were missing, but Prapai knew the posts were usually higher, and meant for restraints. He couldn’t imagine binding Sky, and had no particular interest in it, but these were just left open, like handles. And only a couple meters in front of them, a tall mirror with a small hole cut out of the middle.

There was a camera behind the mirror.

Sky wanted to make a sex tape- but he also wanted to watch Prapai take him.

“Wicked little Nong,” Prapai hissed in Sky’s ear as he forced him back to the middle of the bed, crawling up onto it himself in the process. Prapai turned Sky to face the mirror and slid in behind him.

Sky’s hands both went to grip Prapai’s thighs as he pressed against Sky’s back, his own hands stroking the edges of those lace panties. Sky leaned against Prapai’s chest and turned his head to lick and bite at Prapai’s neck, whimpering and grinding his backside against the hardness he could feel.

Prapai was looking at the mirror, and Sky turned his eyes to it to meet Prapai’s gaze. He locked eyes with Prapai in the reflection and bit his lip, his whole body feeling hot and tingling, even though Prapai had deliberately avoided touching his cock or nipples since climbing on the bed.

Hands gently grasped Sky’s thighs, and Prapai tucked his thumbs under the lace to lightly stroke the sides of the soft rises on either side of his length.

“Stay,” Prapai whispered in his ear. He waited until Sky straightened up, no longer resting against his hard chest.

Prapai never took his clothes off so quickly in his life.

Sky whimpered as Prapai returned to him. The hard cock rested against the back of the lace panties, it’s heat scorching where the hole in the back was cut to give Prapai leave to fuck him with the outfit still on.

Prapai pushed Sky to the edge of the bed and buried his face in Sky’s neck, making the boy moan for his life. Prapai lifted Sky’s hands to hold onto the two posts, locking them in place with his own grip. It pinned Sky’s arms open, leaving his chest on full display. 

Sky watched him in the mirror as Prapai devoured his neck, licking and biting, his hips pushing against Sky from behind. He released Sky’s hands, but Sky kept them in place, resisting the urge to grab on to Prapai as those big hands began to stroke his thighs and slide beneath the leather jacket.

“Never let go,” Prapai’s voice was hoarse as he again vanished from behind Sky, this time to circle the bed.

He dropped to his knees in front of the mirror.

Sky cried out as Prapai bit the inside of his thigh, nearly forgetting the command to keep his hands on the posts. He stared not at his reflection, but at the pinhole cut for the camera. Whenever Prapai watched this back, Sky would be staring into his eyes.

Tears of pleasure and desperation gathered at the corners of his eyes as Prapai bit and licked all around his sensitive part, never crossing the threshold of the black lace. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, his arms shaking, as the tip of Prapai’s nose grazed the length of his cock.

“Did Nong touch his cock while Phi was away?”

“Ugh… N-not after that day,” Sky whimpered, bucking his hips towards the hot breath Prapai blew onto the tip. He bit his lip and forced his eyes to stay locked on that camera. “Nghhh… N-nong needs Phi to- ugh, to-to open him. To make it r-ready for Phi’s big cock.”

After he’d promised to use dirty language when Prapai came home, Sky had planned and practiced in front of the mirror, pouting and batting his eyes until he was disgusted with himself. But now, in the moment, it was more erotic than he ever imagined.

Sky cried out when the rough tongue licked his most sensitive part. He nearly fell off the edge of the bed as Prapai quickly yanked the front of the black lace down, freeing Sky’s length. Prapai took the entire length in his mouth at once, sucking at it with so much force that Sky couldn’t keep his eyes open. 

“Aah! Ugh! Mmmmm.” Sky moaned endlessly, fighting against himself as Prapai’s hot mouth devoured him. The tongue rubbed at the underside, writhing against him as Prapai took him in. Every time his head bobbed back, Prapai would lick the hole at the tip of his length, tasting his precum. Prapai moaned his approval, the vibration making Sky’s eyes roll.

He hadn’t touched himself in well over a month. No matter how bad it got, no matter how hot his body was, he avoided it. He woke to damp sheets and sticky underwear more and more, but he refused to give his body what it craved. Now Prapai’s mouth was wrapped around him, sucking hard, and Sky was fighting the desperate need to cum.

Prapai clearly didn’t want him to stand a chance- he slid a finger into his mouth alongside Sky’s length. Once it was slick and wet, he slid it back and began to massage the outside of Sky’s hole.

“P’Pai!” Sky screamed out at the pressure and came hard in Prapai’s mouth. He gasped and shook, thrusting his hips deep into Prapai’s throat, his entire body spasming at the ripples of Prapai swallowing his release. The posts buckled slightly as Sky fought to keep his hands firmly on the handles until his body lost all strength.

He slumped onto the bed the moment Prapai released him, dazed for a moment.

Prapai crawled up the side of the bed, lifting Sky’s face with a hand and lowering the boy’s chin. Sky obediently opened his mouth and accepted the drops of cum that slid from Prapai’s tongue, then dragged the hot body down on top of him, crushing his lips against Prapai’s mouth and grinding shamelessly against the hard cock that was pressed to his abdomen.

Sky’s body was covered by Prapai’s. His hands covered Sky’s nipples, pinching and stroking them in time with the fierce tongue he pushed into Sky’s mouth. This was the heavy and vicious kiss Sky was waiting for. The gentleness from earlier was gone. Prapai was devouring him, and Sky reciprocated in kind.

“Nghnn!” Sky bit his own lip hard and arched his back as Prapai left his lips to bite and suck along the side of his neck. He wrapped his legs around Prapai’s middle, keeping their bodies pressed tightly together.

Sky was shaking beneath Prapai while those big hands pinched and flicked at his chest. He cried out when Prapai’s mouth moved down his shoulder, leaving marks all over the white skin. Sky grabbed his head and buried his fingers in Prapai’s hair, directing the hot mouth towards one of the slits in his lace top.

“Ugh! More!” he begged shamelessly when Prapai’s mouth finally covered the hard, pink rise. The heat and rough scrape of teeth against his sensitive area made Sky hard again. His hole throbbed, impatient for Prapai to fill it after so long apart.

But before that…

Prapai let Sky turn him on the bed, careful of the posts at the end. Prapai grasped his round butt hard enough to bruise, making Sky moan and tremble as he bent down and softly bit one of Prapai’s nipples. 

Sky smirked at the way Prapai’s hips bucked up against him. He slid down Prapai’s body slowly, licking and kissing those new muscles, his whole body aching to feel the hardness smother him. But that molten desire in Prapai’s eyes meant Sky was about to be consumed, and he had his own cravings to tend to before that happened.

The hard cock that Sky had dreamed of for months was standing tall, curved, and near bursting. A steady drip of clear liquid rolled down the shaft and Sky couldn’t help but lick his lips. His eyes were glassy and there was no rational thought beyond needing it inside his mouth.

Prapai leaned up to watch him, tugging at the collar of the jacket Sky still wore. “Take it off. I want to see you moving.”

Sky shivered and obeyed Prapai’s words, tossing the jacket to one side before wrapping his hands around the base of Prapai’s cock. He didn’t hesitate to lick up along the shaft and taste the salty liquid, moaning deep in his throat the way Prapai had. 

Now it was Prapai fighting to stay upright, but he wasn’t looking at the camera hole of the mirror. He was staring between Sky’s beautiful mouth wrapped around his member and the view the mirror granted- the way Sky’s butt rose and fell, the way his back shifted and moved as he stroked and gradually took more of the cock into his mouth. 

There were so many things he’d imagined while stroking himself, alone in his hotel room, half a world away from this boy. Things he was determined to commit to the camera’s memory. Hell, it would probably take more than a few re-shoots to go through the whole list, just to be thorough.

“I’ve wanted to fuck… that hot little mouth… every single day…” Prapai ground the words out, unconsciously rolling his hips into Sky’s mouth. Sky responded by rising just a bit higher on his knees and taking Prapai deeper into his throat. The softness and the heat were driving Prapai insane. He needed to be inside Sky- somewhere deeper and hotter than his mouth. 

From the way Sky was clenching his thighs, he felt the same.

Prapai fell back onto the bed, using the hands that had been propping him up to instead gently hold Sky’s head. He thrust harder into Sky’s throat and growled at the way the boy moaned around him. Prapai’s gasps turned to groans, and it took everything in his body and soul to pull Sky off of his cock before he came. 

Sky’s lips were swollen and red as Prapai pulled him back up. Prapai crushed Sky’s mouth with his, hands kneading and grasping at Sky’s butt through the fabric of those panties.

“Turn around,” Prapai crawled backwards on the bed, pausing only to grab the bottle of lube that Sky had set on the nightstand. It was rose flavored, and he sniffed it as he sat, leaving space between his legs for Sky to nestle in.

“Nong Sky wants to taste good for Phi,” Sky was shaking. He slumped against Prapai, his back against the hard chest.

Prapai kissed his cheek hard, “You always taste so fucking good, baby.” He stroked Sky’s inner thighs, then tapped the inside of one calf and pointed at the handle. “I want you to show me everything.”

Normally, Sky would be far too shy, but he bought the mirror. He bought the camera. The mirror was no different from looking at a second Prapai who was sitting in the room with them, watching. 

For Prapai, Sky could be shameless. 

He slipped his ankles through the open part beneath the handle. A narrow fit, but not too difficult. It forced him down further in Prapai’s lap, his hole on full display through the cut in the black lace.

“What does Nong Sky want?” Prapai growled in his ear, making Sky clench his eager hole.

“Ah… ah!” Sky could only moan as Prapai’s fingers circled his nipples, brushing and pinching hard enough to make his cock twitch.

“What. Does. Nong Sky. Want?” Prapai pinched hard and kept the pressure, making Sky writhe against him. Sky was driving Prapai insane with his desperation, and the boy knew it.

“Nong Sky wants Phi to play with his little hole,” Sky looked up at Prapai with misty eyes, looking extremely innocent and adorable in his torment. He grabbed Prapai’s wrist, and the man allowed him to drag his hand across the pale body until his fingertips rested against the pulsing and hungry spot.

Prapai’s other hand found the bottle of lube again, and he took his fingers away long enough to put a small amount of it on his hand. Before closing the bottle, Prapai licked a drop that was sliding down the side. “I like it.”

Sky rocked his hips back further, whimpering, while Prapai teased him by offering only gentle touches. Just enough pressure to make his presence felt, but not enough to breach the tight space. 

“Have you really not played with yourself in two months?” Prapai asked, his free hand rubbing at Sky’s chest while he continued to circle the hole.

“Ahh! Nong Sky really hasn’t touched himself… ugh… since that day you called,” Sky looked up into Prapai’s dark eyes, rotating his hips as best he could, offering movement in the opposite direction as the fingers. 

His legs were splayed wide, and he gasped when Prapai suddenly grabbed his chin and turned his face towards the mirror.

“Then Phi needs to take good care of Nong Sky,” Prapai rested a hand on Sky’s throat, holding his chin.

“Nghh!!!” Sky clenched his jaw and screamed as Prapai suddenly shoved a finger inside in a single hard thrust. It was painful after so long without indulging himself, but Prapai knew how to angle himself, and that finger struck his most sensitive point and broke the pain with a vicious wave of pleasure. Sky’s whole body began to shake, and he nearly came in an instant. 

Rain bought a fairly savage looking cock ring, why didn’t he buy one too?

Prapai’s eyes were molten. At every point in their relationship, Sky wasn’t shy about playing with his own hole. He probably played with himself every few days, more often to relieve stress in busy times. The months since that call were the longest Sky had gone without touching himself in years. 

“You’re practically a virgin,” Prapai ground his finger against the spot inside of Sky, massaging his tight ring with a thumb.

Sky could barely think beyond the wonderful pressure in his ass, but he needed more. He wanted Prapai to be rougher, to make him scream again.

“Phi,” Sky gasped, arching his back as Prapai dragged his finger out and slammed it back in. “Nong Sky needs a teacher. Nong Sky-” he moaned at the feral lust on the face that stared back at him in the mirror. The slight cocking of the head, the emptiness in Prapai’s dark eyes that told him Prapai was at the limit of his tolerance. “Nong Sky needs his Phi to- gasp- to show him what it feels like- nghnnnn- to have a big, strong man inside him.”

He felt Prapai’s hips press against his back as a second finger pushed inside. He began to roll slightly as he spread his fingers, opening Sky up for the camera to see before abruptly slamming them in again with a loud, wet clap. 

“Do you like how Phi touches your body?” Prapai’s hand moved a bit faster, more forcefully, making Sky cry out. “Do you like how Phi’s fingers feel inside you?”

“Harder,” sweat drenched Sky’s body, and he clenched hard around Prapai’s fingers as the man turned to bite his ear. “More, I need more. Put more fingers in Nong’s little hole.”

Prapai cursed in several languages. Sky seemed determined to make Prapai come from talk alone. He slid a third finger into Sky, avoiding his tender spot as Sky screamed out and clawed at the sheets. He was so close to releasing, but Prapai knew Sky’s body too well to let that happen.

The only pause in Sky’s torment was when Prapai added more lube to his hand, spreading it inside and making the viciously tight passage easier to penetrate. He fed Sky kisses and bites as the moans became more desperate and his legs began to shake, held out as they were.

“I think it’s time to see how much Nong Sky can fit inside him,” Prapai said.

Sky’s legs were limp as Prapai pulled them back from the handles. Sky hadn’t come, but his whole body was drained of energy. Prapai had to help him sit up, and held his hips tight as Sky grabbed onto the handles and tried to rise up in front of the mirror.

It had been months since he felt Prapai moving inside him, and the wait was killing him.

“P’Pai, please stick it in Nong Sky.” He begged shamelessly, no longer embarrassed by the dirty talk. Sky ground his ass against Prapai’s crotch, moaning at the hardness that was just waiting to slide into him.

“Stick what in?” Prapai’s finger slid into him and Sky sobbed with disappointment. “What does Nong Sky want?”

“Nong Sky wants P’Pai big, hard cock inside his hole. Nong Sky- Ugh! Ahhh!” Sky screamed as the finger was immediately replaced by the head of Prapai’s tendon. Prapai shoved in hard, pushing the tip inside and stretching Sky further than he’d been stretched in months.

He would have collapsed onto the bed if Prapai wasn’t holding his hips in a bruising grip.

“Is that what you wanted?” Prapai slid what little was in Sky out and thrust back in, pushing a little further, Sky’s body spasmed around him and when Prapai next thrust himself in, Sky released.

But Sky loved it when Prapai thrust through his orgasm. Prapai shoved even more of his cock into Sky’s ass, angling their bodies so Sky was half sitting on his lap. He wrapped his hands over Sky’s on the handle, keeping the young man open and visible in the mirror.

Prapai watched the tears of pleasure falling down Sky’s cheeks as he picked up the pace, thrusting hard against Sky’s spot with no care for the drops of cum that were hanging from the tip of Sky’s cock as it swung under his force.

“Nghhhh, P’Pai, more. Harder. Hard!” Sky cried out for Prapai. The sound of their bodies colliding lit a fire inside Sky, and he found himself curving his hips to meet Prapai’s heavy thrusts.

Prapai abandoned Sky’s hands to wrap his arms around the torso. One hand pinched and pulled at Sky’s nipples while the other took hold of his shoulder. Sky’s legs fully collapsed as Prapai used all of his strength to pull Sky’s body down onto his cock, forcing himself even deeper. He slammed into the boy once, twice, three more times before Prapai roared and crushed Sky’s chest in his hand.

Heat and pressure flooded Sky’s insides as Prapai shot rope after rope into him. He could feel the throbbing of Prapai’s cock as it emptied, making Sky’s mouth water. 

Prapai thrust into Sky until the cum began to drip out around his cock. He pulled out then and shoved Sky back onto the bed.

“Clean me.” Prapai held his length against Sky’s lips, grinning at the shiver that went through Sky’s body. He knew Sky loved when he did this, Sky said as much on their video chat. Prapai waited for Sky to open his mouth and begin to lick and suck at his cock without disgust or hesitation. He didn’t care that it was coated in cum and lube. He devoured it as if it were a rich delicacy. 

Normally, Prapai wasn’t shy about thrusting into Sky’s mouth, but he had needs too. Once he was clean, Prapai grabbed Sky’s thighs and lifted his legs, yanking the panties off of him completely before crushing his mouth to Sky’s hole and pushing his tongue as deep into Sky’s ass as he could.

Sky writhed against Prapai’s mouth, his hands immediately going to Prapai’s head to stroke his hair as he wrapped his arms around Sky’s thighs and devoured him with an almost frightening intensity.

“Nghhh! Aah!!! So good, good!” Sky held Prapai’s head tighter as teeth scraped against his thighs and Prapai nearly smothered himself lapping the release from Sky’s hole. Prapai groaned and shivered between his legs, his movements becoming more intense and hungry at the response.

When Prapai released him at last, he was hard again. Sky was weak, he’d already climaxed three times and wasn’t sure he could last.

That was what the toy he’d picked out at the store was for, though. 

“P’Pai, the nightstand, the drawer,” Sky gasped as Prapai flipped him onto his stomach and prepared to enter him again.

He didn’t want to wait, but he looked where Sky directed and found a case with a thimble-like device inside. It was open on one end, with small beads the size of grains of rice inside. Sky grabbed the case from Prapai’s hand and pulled the thing out.

Prapai watched as Sky pinched one end to open it slightly, then slid the head of his own cock into it. He shuddered as he released the end and the device gripped his tip with force.

Sky was panting hard as he reached for his phone and handed it to Prapai. When Prapai turned it on, he found an app ready to go.

The control for the vibrator.

Prapai grinned wickedly and lined himself up with Sky’s hole. Sky grabbed onto the headboard for support, but his arms immediately gave out as Prapai turned on the device and slammed in at the same time.

Sky screamed as the sensations in his ass warred with the vibrating torment at the head of his cock. Both overwhelming, both too much and not enough at the same time. Prapai tossed the phone onto the other side of the bed and set a rough pace. Sky’s eyes rolled up in his head as he cried and moaned, his body spasming as he was forced to get hard once again.

Prapai licked and kissed the trembling back beneath him as he thrust hard. He didn’t care about the mirror or the camera anymore, he only cared about the boy beneath him. Sky’s moans, gasps, and cries were the most beautiful sound, and the tight heat inside him was intoxicating.

A weak climax tore through Sky, making him claw at the sheets and clench almost painfully around Prapai. Prapai grabbed Sky’s chest with his hand as he erupted into the thin body, his lust only growing stronger as he felt the rapid heartbeat of his prey.

When they began, Prapai promised he would fuck Sky until he was beyond pleading. 

He had no intention of stopping any time soon.

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Prapai held Sky’s body as he shuddered and gasped. Fingers slid in and out of Sky’s hole, giving him the attention he needed, even if Sky was begging for mercy after hours of torment.

“P’Pai, numb… It’s numb… Ugh… Ahhh,” his cries were hoarse, and little more than whimpers. The vibrator at the head of his cock was buzzing as Prapai’s free hand pinched and smoothed those sensitive nipples.

“Your body doesn’t seem to be numb,” Prapai groaned in Sky’s ear and felt his hole tighten around the fingers that wouldn’t stop playing. Sky responded to the moans, and he flinched whenever Prapai ground his fingers into that special place.

Sky was balled up against his chest, barely conscious, and still biting the tip of his thumb in the cutest way. His other hand was wrapped around Prapai’s cock, trembling and halting as he used what little strength he had to stroke the man. It wasn’t enough to make Prapai cum- Sky’s muscles were exhausted and weak from holding himself up on the posts, he held the cock the way he might hold a hand.

But Prapai was hard, and he was hard because of those little gasps and cries that broke from Sky’s lips.

“P’Pai… please…please…” Sky muttered, nearly delirious with the sensations that had ravaged him over and over again.

“Phi will help Nong Sky one more time,” Prapai reached over to the dresser and touched the screen of Sky’s phone. Before, he set the vibrator to a lower setting. Now, Prapai dialed it up.

Sky screamed deep in his throat and bucked against Prapai’s leg. Prapai’s fingers inside him began to press and strike at that spot in earnest as the head of Sky’s cock burned from the aching force of the vibrator. He was so tired, but his body tensed against his will, muscles screaming.

Prapai felt Sky clamp down hard on his fingers one last time and the thinnest stream of clear liquid poured out from around the head of the vibrator. Sky’s entire body shuddered and everything tight suddenly became loose. He slumped against Prapai’s chest, the only sign of life being the subconscious twitching of his hips as his cock grew soft.

Prapai turned off the vibrator first, then wrapped his big hand over Sky’s little one. He shifted their bodies so that Sky was laying flat on the bed, his eyes closed. Prapai bit and licked and sucked on Sky’s heavily marked neck, devouring his skin while his hips thrust into their hands. After only a few minutes, Prapai came and collapsed on top of Sky, shuddering and spent.

Exhaustion was crashing down on him, but Prapai forced his body to move. His legs shook as he crawled off the bed and found the camera behind the mirror. He switched it off before moving the handles to the far side of the room.

He wasn’t putting them away- they would see much more use as soon as possible- but he didn’t want to risk Sky tripping over them when he woke.

Sky didn’t even stir as Prapai carried him to the shower and washed their bodies. Prapai noticed the adorable part stiffening as he cleaned lube and cum from Sky’s hole, so he latched his mouth around the rises at the base of Sky’s shaft, licking and sucking at them, encasing Sky’s dick with his hot mouth and managed to force one last dry orgasm from Sky’s body.

Prapai washed himself last, and threw the soiled top blanket into the hamper on the far side of the room. He fetched a new one, staggering at the way the lights in the room seemed to streak and echo in his vision. 

He’d been awake for easily two days, and he felt like he was going to die of exhaustion. How did his little Sky handle it? How did he stay sane during his exams?

Prapai wrapped the blanket around their bodies and squeezed Sky tight to his chest. Part of him somehow still missed Sky, still needed to feel him crushed against every inch of Prapai. He smiled as Sky wrapped an arm around his torso and held him as tight as his shaking limb could allow.

This was home. This was the only thing Prapai could ever need to feel happy in the world. The boy in his arms, the warm body pressed against his, and the soft coos Sky made when he slept.

It was the only thing that could ever truly matter.

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Sky’s entire body ached when he woke up. His legs were all but useless, muscles he didn’t even know existed in his arms were trembling with fatigue, and there was a deep soreness in his ass. 

Prapai was still fast asleep, his face pale making the dark bags beneath his eyes stand out. Sky reached up and traced the lines of his face as tears filled his eyes and dripped down his cheeks. He forced himself off the bed and opened the door as quietly as he could, leaning on the handle for support. 

Furniture around the condo helped Sky make his way to the kitchen, where he found Prapai’s suitcases. Sky wasn’t sure what possessed him, but he sat down heavily in the living room, still nude, and opened each bag. Clothes were thrown to one side, items that needed to be put away were set neatly on the low table. It was difficult work, given the state of his arms and the soreness of his rear, but it was important.

When they were both empty, Sky put one case inside the other and sealed them, then used the suitcase as a crutch to walk over to the large storage closet on the other side of the condo. 

He needed the suitcases gone. He needed them out of sight, put away, and done with. 

He needed to know that they couldn’t take Prapai away from him again.

The clothes could be washed later. The items put away whenever, but the cases had to go where Sky wouldn’t have to think of them.

Sky went to the bathroom and took some medicine for the soreness in his body before sliding back into bed beside Prapai. In an instant, arms folded around him and pulled the still-tired boy close. He nuzzled into Prapai’s chest and felt himself smiling as he listened to the steady rhythm of his heart. Too long he’d slept alone in a cold and quiet bed. His body felt heavy the moment he laid down again.

“How long do I get to keep you?” Prapai whispered, eyes still closed.

“I turned the last of my work in two days ago,” Sky’s throat allowed him only a whisper in response.

Prapai’s answer was to hold Sky even tighter, a faint smile on the lips he pressed into Sky’s forehead. 

Within minutes, the two were asleep again.

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Part 1 (PayuRain)

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Hi, are you still taking tagging requests for your Nessian fic "Slowly"? I'd really love to be tagged if you are!!

That came out 1 year (and 2 days) ago, if you scroll down I linked it for someone earlier.

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Gently, Slowly (Part 2)

Summary: Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.

** Happiest of Birthdays to my dear @moononastring!! The Queen of Elucien, and generally just a really awesome human!

Part 1 || Part 2

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Gently, Slowly (Part 2)

Before he could dip his chin and stare at Elain’s naked body, Elain pulled Lucien down. She flattened her back on the altar. A titanic shudder rippled through her as she felt Lucien’s length press forcefully against the top of her mound.

Instinctively, Elain wrapped her legs around Lucien’s hips again. This time it was flesh-to-flesh, which only made the sensation below stronger. Lucien’s mouth closed over hers and with a gentle prodding of his tongue, her lips parted for him.

Every shift of Lucien’s body was felt keenly by Elain. The slightest of movements from either of them shifted his hardening length. A stirring ache from below sent a particular tremor through Elain when Lucien’s hips pressed down harder. It drew a breathless groan and sent a small zap of electricity through her body.

Lucien’s mouth left Elain’s to suck at her neck. Elain returned the gesture, and felt the thing against her twitch. She pressed her chest against Lucien’s while she returned every nibble or kiss he gave her. Elain’s long white fingers clutched at the shifting muscle of Lucien’s back.

Lucien moved a broad hand to Elain’s breast and chuckled as just the scrape of his thumb across the hardening bud earned a moan from her. At that he slid off of her once again. It wasn’t the first time Lucien had climbed off of her that evening, but she didn’t want him to leave. The buzzing ache between her legs was like a stirring fire. Her scalp tingled and her toes were curled as tension shuddered through her. A tension that felt… nice. She wanted more- more of Lucien’s warm body pressed against hers, more kissing, more… something. Her skin crawled with want of the man.

Mercifully, Lucien didn’t go far. He knelt between her legs, holding her moon-white thighs with each tan hand. The position lifted Elain’s rear off the altar slightly, but she was quivering with desire. Lucien moved forward slowly, taking the fingers of his right hand off of her and brushing them lightly through her folds.

Elain grasped as he pressed against her most sensitive spot. Lucien rocked his hand forward ever so slightly, brushing Elain’s knot directly. A gentle, tantalizing pressure that made the buzzing beneath Elain’s skin even worse. She felt her hips lift of their own accord, grinding against Lucien.

Once more, her husband chuckled. He scooped his hand down and Elain’s entire body tensed in anticipation. There was a ravenous darkness in Lucien’s eyes. Eyes that were fixated on Elain’s sex as a single long finger slid inside her.

Elain grasped the edge of the altar as Lucien filled her with one- then two fingers. He bent down over her again, his lips drawing closer to her nipple as those fingers inside her curled and-

A shuddering groan escaped Elain’s lips, startling even herself. She clapped a hand over her mouth, but couldn’t stop the next moan as Lucien began to pump his fingers through her body in earnest. Her skin instantly flushed, and the toes that were curled in ticklish arousal moments before were now straining at the sheer force that crackled through her body.

Lucien devoured Elain’s breast, but forced himself to look up at the sound of her moaning. Into her lust-glazed eyes. The way she had covered her mouth with a clenched fist, the shy flush of her cheeks. She was delicate. Innocent. And Lucien was corrupting her on their wedding altar.

The heir of Day moved the hand that was stroking Elain, reaching up to rest his thumb against her knot.

Elain’s hips jerked against his hand. Lucien pressed just a bit harder, his own breath hitching. Elain’s eyes widened and the bolt of pleasure that arced from her nipple down to her core as Lucien’s teeth scraped the end.

But there was something missing. In a way, someone missing.

Elain loved the feeling of Lucien’s mouth against her breast. She thought she could easily go insane from the near painful need building beneath the surface of her skin- but not like this. Elain forced herself to reach down and pull Lucien’s face towards hers.

Lucien’s mouth was hot against her lips- his burning chest pressed against hers- that was what she needed most in this world. Lucien’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, supporting her as he pulled her up, adjusting their positions so that he knelt upon the altar with her on his lap.

Elain reached down and wrapped her small hand around Lucien’s length, wondering at the hardness of it. Lucien kept stroking her core, but Elain wouldn’t let go of his member either. She grasped him almost frantically, squeezed a bit too hard, moved a bit too forcefully. She’d never stroked a cock in her entire life, and had no idea how to control the violent desire beneath her skin.

With the taste of Lucien’s mouth upon her own, banking the fire was impossible. Elain didn’t stifle her moans like a shy maiden anymore. She groaned into her husband’s mouth. Rocked against his chest. One of Lucien’s hands supported her back, the other pumping in and out of her with his own increasingly frantic motions.

There wasn’t enough air between them as they both panted. Elain was dizzy, and she was forced to release Lucien’s lips after only a few minutes. Her cheek pressed against LUcien. The two breathed- and moaned- into one another’s ears. Elain taunting and testing Lucien’s control with those high, breathless sounds.

And then the moment Lucien knew would come. The one he’d been waiting for ever since Elain signaled she might actually be receptive to his advances. The thing that haunted his dreams whenever he let sinful thoughts dance across his mind. Elain’s breaths became shallow and forced, she lost control once again of the hand stroking Lucien’s cock. More force and speed, her body growing tenser by the second.

A pleading whisper, a soft cry, and then a strangled groan.

Elain’s hips rolled as her core erupted, sending moisture down into Lucien’s palm. She cried out with the force of her orgasm until she sagged limp against Lucien’s chest. Her hips were twitching as the violent burst of pleasure softened and the bolts of electricity beneath her skin dimmed.

Elain’s mind was blank in a way she had never experienced before. Her entire body felt hot and tense- yet still limp and relaxed. Her mind drifted in a fog, and she felt a soft smile on her lips. She was laid gently upon the altar.

And then a warm tongue and hungry lips pressed against her core.

At first Elain lay there dazed and overwhelmed by the pleasant hum beneath her skin, but then she realized Lucien had moved to lick the moisture between her legs the moment he’d finished cleaning it off his hand. Her eyes flew open and she looked down in time to see his tongue part her folds.

“Wait!” Elain said in a panic. She immediately pushed Lucien’s face away. He relented after a few more licks and smiled up at her, hints of moisture still kissing the edges of his mouth.

Elain was mortified, more so than she’d ever been in front of Lucien. What she’d released was obviously not the fluids she was familiar with but it was still- it was- and Lucien had taken it in his mouth and-

Elain’s eyes widened in fear. Lucien winked and dipped his chin again, tongue snaking out.

“L-Lucien, wait,” Elain found her voice again. She scrambled to push him back, but Lucien wrapped his hands around her thighs and licked until she was perfectly clean.

And then had the audacity to leave just a hint of it on his lips, playing idly with it as he traced his tongue around his own mouth.

“Spit it out,” Elain commanded, her voice feeble and weak. “I’m sorry, I should have- should have…” should have what? It wasn’t anything Elain was familiar with. It wasn’t a matter of hygiene certainly. “Anyways, I’m sorry, I should go clean and-”

A low, dangerous chuckle from Lucien as he raised himself on two arms over Elain, “That was the normal result I wished to achieve with you during this.” Lucien whispered. “Besides, I prefer my lady’s taste over the most expensive wine in the world.”

It didn’t seem right to Elain. That- that came from- how could it be of a taste one would like? Elain was about to push Lucien back as he lowered himself again towards her core, but she stopped herself.

She’d decided to follow Lucien tonight. To trust him. But Lucien hadn’t released the way Elain did, so it must mean she’d done something wrong after all- or had she gone too fast and left him wanting?

Once again she peeked down between her breasts as Lucien licked her core. She could just see his member touching the altar further down. It was still hard and red and dripping a faint trail of white onto the silk of her discarded robes.

She’d taken her pleasure and left Lucien hard. Now she really was going to die of embarrassment. Not to mention panicking over what was apparently a normal thing.

Elain really had kept herself too sheltered and naive! Why hasn't he thought to read books on this while waiting for Lucien the past year? Lucien had already said he’d studied this and practiced before (she didn’t care if that practice had been with others, so long as he was hers now).

“Don’t worry,” Lucien reached up to flick Elain’s nose and draw her out of her dark thoughts. “The first one is the easiest. I promise you won’t do that again until I’ve had my fill.”

The words sent goosebumps across Elain’s body. She suddenly felt too cold and too hot at the same time. There would be more? Hope curled in her chest, rapidly washing away the misery that had been there before. Not ‘more’ some other night, but by the look on Lucien’s face, imminently.

“Wife,” Lucien came up once again to whisper i n her ear. He lowered himself onto Elain’s body and reached down to grip her thighs, shifting her until his length rested on the seam between her folds. Lucien began to rotate his hips, grinding their bodies together again, “I won’t let you sleep until you beg me.”

Lips against Elain’s neck sealed his words. Her arms snaked around Lucien’s shoulders. The neck was her weakness, it would seem. The moment Lucien began to bite and suck, her body pulsed in rising need and a warm dizziness settled over her mind once again. 

Worries were swept aside.

This time Elain would last. If this was all well and natural and right, then what had just happened… She wanted more. Infinitely more. Lucien would never hear her beg for something as mundane as sleep. If there was nothing to be ashamed of… it would be Lucien who had to say when enough was enough!

“What’s next then?” Elain murmured.

Lucien’s hips rotated once more, “What would my lady like?”

“What would you like?”

“I want to hear your suggestion first.”

Elain wasn’t going to lose this battle. The feeling of Lucien’s member against her knot- and what they’d done so far- gave her the courage to be as brazen as her husband. What words from Elain’s mouth would startle him enough that Elain might save face?

She moaned as a particularly vicious bolt of pleasure rippled through her body. Lucien had tugged at one of her nipples, and the feeling rippled from where their bodies were connected to her toes. Elain’s hips rose, grinding herself against Lucien.

“What’s next?” Elain finally asked.

Lucien lowered his lips to caress the curve of Elain’s ear, “I slide this-” he rolled his hips slowly, letting his entire length grind against her knot, “- into that tight hole.”

Elain gasped, and instead of saying something seductive she only managed to whimper, “Yes.”

Immediately, Lucien’s lips were upon hers. He was crushing her, devouring her. The kisses were hungry and fierce, and Elain happily surrendered to them. Lucien’s hands slid along her thighs. He stroked and pinched sensitive skin, taunting and teasing her.

And then his hand slid down between them and he took his length in a firm grip.

Goosebumps covered Elain’s arms as Lucien pressed the head of his member against her. “You’ll like it,” Lucien gave up kissing her to whisper in her ear. “The feeling of being stretched-” he pushed harder. Elain felt herself giving way slightly. “The feeling of me moving inside you-” Lucien pressed again, rocking his hips against Elain until the tip slid in and she gasped. “You’ll start dreaming about it-” another press, another rock of his hips, “-craving it.”

Lucien’s deep, groaning voice made Elain ache. Her reason was slipping away again as another sensation grew below One of tingling heat and warmth. Soon enough, Elain was rolling her hips down in time with his short, gentle thrusts in. The next time Lucien pressed towards her, she pulled him in a little bit further.

Lucien’s breath hitched and his whole body froze when he was only halfway seated. He gasped in Elain’s ear. The sound was high and pleading, a prayer of thanks. He withdrew and pushed in again, another inch. 

Elain clenched her teeth at the strangeness of the feeling, but she didn’t find herself objecting to it. By now the burning force inside her was maching her ache for more.

A heat and sensitivity soon began to grow with Lucien’s thrusts. He bit down on Elain’s neck and slid out, only to press in again without restraint. The sensation made Elain’s toes curl. She arched her back and buried her face in Lucien’s shoulder as his heat inside her filled impossibly far and Lucien was at last seated to the hilt.

The rhythm he set was torturous after that. Flat, even, slow. Heat built inside Elain and soon she was gasping in time with his gentle thrusts. She winced slightly at a flicker of discomfort as her body adjusted to being filled, but wanted more.

Just as Elain was beginning to moan in turn with his movements, Lucien groaned in her ear.

“I need to come inside you,” he was almost pleading. His hands shifted, lifting Elain’s legs over the crook in each arm, driving him deeper against her most sensitive places. Elain cried out and nearly came undone.

“Then do it,” Elain gasped. She gathered enough of her mind to tighten her core around his cock as hard as she could.

Lucien’s curse sounded like a whimper. He thrust suddenly faster. It felt so incredible that Elain thought she was going to burst into flame when he cried out and a sharp, thick heat began to fill her.

Lucien’s hips strained and bucked as he came inside her. His heat filling her, flooding her body and making her core wind tighter and tighter. 

He collapsed onto her chest, hips still furiously pumping as he claimed her mouth and devoured her once more. Elain’s hands were holding onto the altar as best they could, and she cried out against his mouth as his fingers found a way to her breast to taunt and tease her nipples.

She needed him to move harder, reach deeper, and rocked her hips frantically as his cock scraped deep inside her.

“Beg me,” Lucien whispered in her ear. One hand went down between them and he brushed a finger towards her burning knot.

Elain wrapped her arms around Lucien, clawed at his back as she tried to rock her hips to meet the assault below. She gasped in time with his thrusts, dizzy.

“Beg me,” Lucien repeated. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please,” Elain didn’t have the mind to do anything but obey. “Please don’t stop. Please. I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it-” mindlessly she gasped the words with every thrust of his cock.

His hand finally slid down to flick and rub at her knot. Elain heard a strangled cry in her own voice as violent electricity arced beneath her skin and her body erupted. She shook and shuddered with the force of her orgasm, sending another splash of release against Lucien’s cock while he continued to pound into her body. 

He drew her orgasm out this time, and somehow she found enough mobility to lock her ankles around Lucien’s rear and pull him harder and harder into her. She couldn’t stop herself- she ignored the pain that came on the heels of pleasure. Ignored the sensitivity so soon after climax. Ignored the weakness in her muscles and even her own inexperience.

She wanted more.

She needed more.

And for Lucien- to be moving inside the lady he intended to worship with every moment of his life, the woman he had waited on for so many years- there was no way he could stop himself. 

Long ago he’d become addicted to Elain’s smile.

Now it was her gasps of pleasure he would obsess over.

He hauled Elain up again, tipping his own body back so that she was sitting astride him, his length buried even deeper in her body. Elain rolled her hips as she struggled to find the right angle to move at.

This time she was the one who bent down towards Lucien’s ear, her breasts tickling his chest, to whisper something naughty, “My lord,” she said, just to see what it felt like.

Lucien growled his approval.

“When you released inside me it felt so. Good.” she accented her words with hard rolls of her hips. “Do you have any more for me? I want to see how deep it can go.”

Lucien cursed.

His intention for that night was to worship Elain as thoroughly as possible. But to hear such filthy words from Elain- the nasal whine as she gasped out “My lord”-

“Let your lord give you more of his cum,” Lucien’s voice was deep and rough. He moved Elain off of him. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done- giving up that heat even for a second.

He’d meant to let Elain ride him a while, but he tipped her onto her side on the altar. Lucien lifted Elain’s leg and draped it across his chest to rest on a shoulder.

Lucien touched the tip of one amber finger to Elain’s knot as he lined up with her hole and pushed into it. While he moved, that finger slid through her folds and slowly up her abdomen.

Elain couldn’t breathe through the raging torrent inside of her protesting Lucien’s gruesomely slow pace. But that finger moved slowly to mirror the tip of the cock inside her. To show Elain a rough estimate of just how deep her husband could go.

“Please, please go faster,” Elain was trembling.

“Please what?” Lucien purred.

“Please- please please please please please… Please my lord.”

“So polite,” Lucien whispered as he finished seating himself inside her. Truthfully he was shaking with the need to elease. “As my good little pet wishes.”

Elain’s entire body contracted when- without warning- Lucien pulled out and slammed back in hard enough to shift the red silk beneath Elain. The lady let out a lewd cry and scrambled for something to hold on to. SOmething to control the fire beneath her- or release a thousand times if such a thing were possible.

She continued to cry out with each thrust as Lucien set a rapid pace. He was so deep, and the angle of their scissored hips meant his thrusts struck somewhere deep inside Elain that made her thrash.

When Elain’s hand went to her knot, she found Lucien holding it in a vice grip.

His knuckles pinched either side of it tight and firm, allowing her no purchase to ease her suffering, and only a thick, hot pain that somehow made her tighter and desperate for more. She pinched her nipples hard, quickly becoming addicted to mixing pain and pleasure.

“Please my lord,” she gasped, “Please, please, please-”

“Please what?” Lucien bit his lip as sweat rolled down his chest. Words were hard. Moaning, grunting, snarling- that was easier. “Tell your lord.”

“Don’t-” Elain’s eyes rolled up as Lucien slammed against her harder, faster even. As his cock head pushed against her cervix and another bolt of pain and pleasure wrecked her. 

“Don’t what?” their hips were a violent blur of motion that was making her entire body go from trembling to a frantic shake. The leg pinned to Lucien’s chest would bruise under his crushing grip, not that she minded.

“Don’t… not…” Elain couldn’t pull the words together. She screamed and tensed, but wrapped her hand around Lucien’s and forced him to grip her knot more tightly, more painfully.

Lucien understood. Of course he understood, how could he not?

Elain was burning to death in glorious agony. She wanted to be left in the fire a while longer. To let her moans and cries and screams from before become a tantalizing song. For Lucien to never see that altar the same ever again. To look at it for the rest of his life and see his wife writhing on his cock, trapped at the edge of release until Lucien himself allowed it. Even if it drove her insane.

Lucien forced his hand off Elain’s leg and lunged forward with her next thrust. He wrapped his feet around the one of Elain’s that was still on the altar and used it as purchase against the silk, pulling Elain down on him as he moved his hand to her forearm.

He set a brutal rhythm of thrusting into Elain with everything he had, yanking the arm down to pull Elain’s body harder onto him while he pinched her knot. Torturing her without release.

Lucien had no such person capable of doing this for him. He erupted into Elain again  as she choked down air and screamed with the need to release. Elain barely felt the pressure of Lucien spilling inside her around the agony. SHe was tied to a rock as the surf slammed over her again and again. Her mind and body were completely overwhelmed, but her core refused to go numb against the devastating pleasure.

How did anyone force themselves away from their partner? How could anyone stand to exist any way other than this- fused at the hips, the frantic pounding and gasping and moaning? How could anyone get anything productive done once they had a taste of it?

After Lucien came inside her, he adjusted them yet again. A darkness glittered in his eye as he laid down upon the altar, this time with Elain on top and facing away from him. Lucien still held her knot prisoner- just as her core held him.

The new position wasn’t as deep as the last, but it stretched Elain wider, and forced Lucien’s member to shove against the ridge of textured flesh inside of her that was driving her mad.

And then Lucien wrapped his legs around hers and pinned her open. HEr body was limp and her hole dripped the last two releases of her husband along his own cock.

A wet thwack echoed through the room as Lucien pushed hard and fast into Elain again. Her voice was hoarse from the cries. Her fingers twitched and her body was almost completely limp.

Lucien couldn’t go soft, not while he was inside her. Even if he didn’t release, he found he couldn’t stop.

But her body was a miracle, and capable of so much more pleasure than she’d even realized.

As Lucien rocked into her, he slid a finger from his free hand down to where they were connected. It took some angling, but Elain arched and drew a long, shuddering gasp as Lucien forced two fingers into her around his own cock, stretching her even further.

The hand pinching her knot moved too, slid behind her and began probing her rear hole. Elain found the strength to trash and the voice to cry out again as she parted and his finger slid in, rubbing against his cock through the thin flesh that separated both holes.

Elain became even more aware of her knot once it was released. Of the glorious fire he was stroking in her skin without letting her climax.

Elain’s hands came up to her own breasts, which she yanked hard and made herself scream again, tightening around his cock and fingers inside her.

He forced a second finger in, but no more. Not tonight at least. Lucien just used the softest scrape of a nail inside her to push Elain back from the edge, all the while taunting her with the fingers in her ass and the cock sliding through her. To push her down again and again and again whenever the pressure built.

“My lord, my lord, my lord,” Elain moaned at first, then the chant became a cry. She couldn’t find any words, so she began to plead with just those two over and over again. Into those words she poured her desperation and need.

Lucien yanked at her hole with the invading fingers, then removed the two from around the cock and began to rapidly flick at her knot.

Elain screamed and trashed, kicking her legs frantically against Lucien’s and pinning Lucien to the altar with the titanic force of her climax. Moisture shot from her as Lucien continued to assault both of her holes. As he reared up and bit the nape of her neck hard enough to draw just a pinprick of blood, causing Elain to scream in pleasure once more.

Then Elain snarled.

The thing that suddenly spun on Lucien wasn’t entirely fae- or lady for that matter. It was something without any reason. SOmething primordial and primal all at once. Elain twisted her body until she was facing Lucien and shoving his cock back into her swollen, red hole.

Not caring for the mess between their legs, she crashed against Lucien. He rhips ground against his frantically, without technique or purpose beyond initiating friction. SHe needed this more than words could express.

Lucien was pinned down and ridden by Elain. He intended to keep his rational mind tonight- to thoroughly ruin Elain’s body with pleasure from sunset to sunrise- but this undoing was a gift in itself.

Elain’s cries echoed in the temple as she quickly released again- or tried to. Her body heaved and strained, but she barely managed to clench around his cock. For now, at least.

This time when Elain collapsed on his chest, she was still for a time. Unconscious- or too far gone to hear or speak.

Lucien controlled the pace, bracing Elain on top of him as he moved slower or faster as need be. It was a different kind of torture- one Elain had shown surprising expertise in. But Lucien didn’t want to torture himself any longer. He just wanted Elain awake enough to feel another wave of vicious warmth flood inside her.

When Elain’s eyes fluttered open, Lucien kissed her hard and fast. In a few short, quick thrusts he too erupted.

“More,” Elain whimpered, as if he both dreaded and craved what was coming. “I need… I need…”

“It’s alright, my lady,” Lucien whispered against her ear and brushed some of her hair aside. “I'll give you as much as you need.”

They consecrated the altar many times that night. The bed in his chambers many more times the next morning. The heir of Day and his wife- they discovered the limits their immortal bodies had and then pushed them further.

When they were hungry, Luicen fucked Elain in the dining room.

When the sweat on their skin became unpleasant, Elain road Lucien in the bathing pools.

When they did finally collapse, utterly spent, the first one to stirr woke the other with cock or hole.

It took far too long for them to find their way to one another.

The fae lordling and his lady had more than enough lost time to make up for, and they wouldn’t deny one another the comfort of their bodies for another second.

Part 1 || Part 2

[feysandfeels]

Top 5 Fan fics?

I don't read tons of fanfics boo...i'm out of the loop here, like I read from three-four authors and that's it. But but but those authors are THE authors.

Top 5 Fan fics

Velaris by @rhysand-vs-fenrys. This is canon by now. Read it.

Everything @moononastring writes for Elucien. Frenzy is just a whole other level. Lucien is just a whole OTHER LEVEL. SJM should consult Gigi for when she writes them

Here is where I rant about this fandom because we had an amazing writer in Liz but someone, an asshole, in this fandom did not understand boundaries and took it way to fucking far . She was in the middle of a Feysand mafia AU that was amazing! and her I remember you series was everything I need. So whoever you are who took things too far. Fuck off and then fuck off some more.

Tattoo Artist Rhys from @mmvalentine lives rent free in my mind.

There was this one fic from the old age of the fandom that was Feysand's son and Rowaelin's daughter... it was by my lovely Jay @/Feysandsmut. Those were the good times.

Ask me my “Top 5″ anything

[house-of-galathynius]

(This is Rhysand-vs-Fenrys) OK, I'm not looking at the pages but in honor of your last cooking thing:: C H I K E N

Hahaha thank you! Thankfully today I was not waiting for chicken to defrost (which took way longer than I had planned)😅

C: What character do you identify with most? Maybe a little bit with Aelin bc of books and chocolate and her love for Rowan....?? Also Fleetfoot? I love to nap and people playing with my hair soooo 

H: How would you describe your style? Pain. Lots and lots of pain. I LOVE writing sad stuff and unhappy endings, even though I hate reading them... I just get some weird kick out of making characters suffer lmao 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? Not really? No judging, but when I was like 14 I loved reading One Direction fanfic, and probably wrote like 7 or 8 fics that I posted on Wattpad😂 but now I mainly just read ToG stuff and maybe some ACOTAR fics too

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? I don’t actually know? I think 90% of my fics are angst tbh

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about? Okay bc we didn’t specify a fic I’m just going to go with the one I am currently writing which is Only You. I would probably write it about Lysaedion, I feel like there aren’t enough fics about them out there! 

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? Okay but hear me out... I’ve been reading a series called the Arcana Chronicles and I’m pretty sure the characters I want to end up together aren’t going to. So I need someone to write me a novel length fic about Death and Evie being endgame (and at this rate, that’ll be done faster than the final book) 🙄 Failing that, someone can just finish writing my ACOTAR/ToG crossover fic, because I’m sure as hell never going to finish it😂

[that-golden-lyre]

Oh my god! My slow ass finally realized I could do this! I’ve been so confused about links for SO LONG! Anyways, on to day 20! (For the 1000th time, if you’re gonna be mad about me repeating writers....stay mad) This is definitely another one pre-acofas that permanently stuck me in this fandom. This is again one of those smut reads that I SHAMELESSLY re-read over and over again when they first posted this. Like I’ve said before, anyone can write about to people having sex, but making it conversational and a smooth read? RARE 👏🏾 Also, huge side note but I LOVE how soft they are with each other in this fic! After all of the angst that they go through, it was so nice to just have them be soft and open emotionally, even if they’re *not* physically 👀. Speaking of the physical, it was nice to actually be able to understand what position they were in. Because some smut that I’ve read has just been so....acrobatic? I don’t even know what to call it. But at some point smut gets incredibly vague and the writer LOOSES me completely. Like wasn’t his hand there? How is it holding their thigh? When did they get to the bed? Are they...floating? NONE of that in this fic! We get postitioning AND explanations! (In a sexy way!) Another side note, but I love the explicit trust that Nesta gives to Cassian and how even though he does joke in this, he doesn’t take it lightly. It’s one of those things that I love about this writers work. There might be some kinky stuff going on, but it is explicitly written that both characters agree and trust each other during whatever they do. There is no vague implications, it is written out 👏🏾. Thank you so much @rhysand-vs-fenrys again for sharing 💗💗