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“What” – Mattias hovered over him, hands braced on the mattress – “would you like me to do instead?” Voice gentle and fond and far more devastating than the seductive purr of before.
Náli wrapped his arms around his neck, and hooked his legs around his waist; clung to him. “I want you to fuck me. And then cuddle me until I fall asleep,” he said in his loftiest voice.
Mattias chuckled and kissed the end of his nose. “As my lord commands.”
~*~
Náli was half-afraid, now that he’d already come once, and the moment had quieted, that Mattias might try to refuse him like always. Instead, he kissed him until he was drunk with it, grinding up against his hip, then rolled toward the bedside table and reached for the jaw of lavender oil that was kept there for massaging the stiffness out of Náli’s limbs post-well. He kissed him again when he rolled back and whispered, “This will be easier if you’re on your stomach.”
Náli grumbled about it – he wanted to see Mattias – and flopped over gracelessly, which left Mattias chuckling.
“It’s nice to see that you’re consistent,” Mattias said.
Náli propped up on his elbows and tried to glance back over his shoulder. “And what does that mean – oh.”
Hands slick with oil, Mattias stroked down, firm and slow, from the small of his back over the curves of his ass.
“That’s…” he started, and trailed off, as Mattias kneaded him there. Slid a thumb beneath each cheek and lifted, squeezed. “It feels…”
Mattias hummed, and trailed his slick touch down to mid-thigh and back up again. “Feels good?” He dragged the tips of both thumbs down the cleft and spread him with slow deliberation.
He dropped down and buried his face in his arms, cheeks hot with an emotion somewhere between mortification and eagerness. “Yes,” he said, voice muffled, and Mattias’s touch grew bolder. Circled teasingly over his entrance, until Náli’s face was on fire.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” Mattias said behind him, soft, like a prayer.
Náli wriggled his hips and bit down hard on his lower lip. “Some idea,” he murmured, expecting a laugh.
But Mattias let out a shaky breath instead, the heat of it ghosting across Náli’s back. “No. No, darling. You really don’t.”
Náli shivered.
The linens rustled, and the scent of lavender bloomed as a trickle of it was poured right over Náli’s entrance. Mattias probed with a slick fingertip, and then gently, oh so gently, pressed in. The bedframe creaked, and his lips landed on Náli’s spine, careful, butterfly kisses, as he pressed a little further, and further still.
“Relax for me,” he murmured. “Relax and I’ll be careful.”
A needless reassurance, because he’d always been careful. In the way he’d hiked Náli up onto his hip as a baby; in the way he’d taken his hand and guided him up and down the stairs; in the way he cradled the back of his head and brought a cup of warm tea to his lips. In the way he taught him how to fight quick and brutal and to his best advantage.
Náli’s eyes stung, and he shoved his face down into the sheets, willing his body to go lax and pliant even as his throat tightened with emotion. Mattias breached his body with a single finger, and it felt strange, and thrilling, and Náli wanted to cry over countless tender memories, and a never-before-used darling.
He hadn’t expected this sort of tangle, to be caught between sentiment and sensation…but he should have. Nothing could ever be simple with Mattias.
True to his word, Mattias worked slowly, his touch careful, but purposeful. He stroked Náli’s side, and hip, and thigh with one hand while the other worked him open until Náli grew used to the intrusion. Until he could add another finger. And another.
Until it started to feel good, and Náli pushed his hips back to meet each thrust.
“I’m ready,” he panted, chasing Mattias’s retreat. “I can take it – come on.”
“Yeah?” Mattias asked, and his casual, rough-want voice sent Náli’s drumbeat pulse spiking. No my lord now; no precious memories on Náli’s part; everything else was burning away in the face of naked, animal want. “You sure?” Mattias pressed in deep, seeking – and then touched a place that left Náli gasping and arching as acute sensation arced through him like lightning.
“Gods.”
Mattias retreated – and touched that place again, lighting up his whole pelvis with a pleasure so sharp it brought tears to his eyes.
Náli made a desperate, needy noise, a wordless plea.
“Too much?” Mattias asked, and thrust against that spot again.
Náli closed his eyes and gritted his teeth through the worst (best) of it, and then growled. Pushed up on his elbows and twisted around to glare at him. “If you don’t stop mucking around and fuck me right now–”
