|carefully trained woman-monkey #1 (white_aster) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-03-04 01:05:00
|Entry tags:||a: white_aster, f: bijou, march 04, p: liam/topaz|
No Finer Bed, Bijou (Liam/Topaz)
Title: No Finer Bed
Rating: NC-17, baybee
Warnings: Idea mashup. Probably actually two ficlets in one. EXTREME WOOB.
Word count: 840
Summary: Liam and Galvin head north, leaving Topaz behind.
Prompt: Bijou, Liam/Topaz: Fur bedding, Firelight and Stars
"What is this from?" Galvin ran a hand over the fur, wonderingly. "I mean...we've been sleeping on it, but I've never really looked at it before."
Liam squinted from where he was feeding sticks to their fire, then chuckled. "Wolf."
"Wolf?" Galvin looked back at it, consideringly, as he finished laying out the rest of the bedding. "I guess I can see that, but...black?"
Liam nodded. "Rare, but they sometimes come out of the hills around Aginau, when the winters are harsh enough." He smiled crookedly at the flames as they started to lick around the stripped wood. "That one led a pack that menaced a village for a month."
"You killed it?" Galvin came to sit at his side. "And took the fur as trophy?"
"Aye." Galvin leaned close, and Liam couldn't resist the invitation, wrapping an arm around Galvin's waist. Someday soon, as they moved north, he'd have to start schooling himself again. Not to reach and touch just because he wanted to, because he could. Somehow, though, the thought did not bring the shame it might once have. "With help," he added. "It was a canny beast that led us on a merry chase. Ronan did most of the tracking, I must admit. Mine was the spear that found his heart, though."
"Mmmm.... Tell me the story?" Galvin leaned into his side, hands sliding over Liam's chest. Someday soon, he'll have to remind Galvin to watch himself, too. But not tonight. Not with the night peaceful and the stars starting to shine against the darkening sky. Not with the air just cooling and Galvin warmer than any fire against him.
"Over dinner," Liam said, allowing himself to breathe in the scent of Galvin's hair. Not a hint of incense or perfumed oil to it, now, and Liam found he liked it all the better that way. Just as he liked it all the better that he could smile and pull away, rather than feeling as if he had to take what was offered now, lest the offer slip past. Just as he liked it that Galvin could smile and joke with him about his rumbling stomach as he padded over to retrieve the rabbits Liam had shot that afternoon.
Just as he liked it much better that they could wait, because they were free men and knew there would always be later.
"Later" was after the tale of the black wolf of Adervy was told, and the rabbits were nothing but bones in the fire. It was so easy to turn, to find Galvin there, his eyes bright in the firelight, mouth warm and yielding under Liam's own. He was still a miracle of willing flesh, kissing Liam back with enthusiasm, winding his limbs about Liam's neck and waist. Liam smiled into the kiss, knowing, and obliged Galvin by picking him up, greedily swallowing his lover's moan as he did so.
He laid Galvin out on the furs, and Galvin smiled and stretched, hands petting over the wolf fur with a new appreciation. Liam rumbled his own appreciation as Galvin shimmied out of his clothes. His lover may have not noticed the fur overmuch, but Liam had long appreciated the picture he made on it: naked and fire-golden against the dark fur, his only adornment the torc that Liam had set about his neck with his own hands.
It was pure luxury to undress slowly, to feel Galvin's hands on him, easy and fond and in no rush. To have his hunger rise and be fed as one gets hungry for dinner, rather than as one starved for weeks. To press Galvin down and feel him yield to Liam's tongue in his mouth, to Liam's cock seeking and finding the tight clutch of his ass. To feel Galvin mold himself to Liam's body with a hunger of his own. To slide inside and just...stay. To draw it out, in the manner they've taken to enjoying, just because he can. To make love to Galvin instead of fucking Topaz. To kiss and touch and taste until they were both shaking with it, unable to stay still. To listen to the gasped, obscene things that Galvin said: yes, yes, please, fuck me, yes, gods, Liam, harder, just like that, don't stop, love it, love you.... To brace himself and give his body rein, gritting his teeth with the strain of waiting so that he could watch Galvin writhe and moan and finally come on his cock, so tight and perfect that Liam barely needed another stroke before he was coming, shaking, drowning in the scent of Galvin's skin and sweat.
To collapse afterwards, with no other demand but to bank the fire before climbing back into the furs and taking Galvin back into his arms. To, perhaps, murmur words of love, softly, and have them returned. To drowse, thinking only of facing the morrow together, and the next, and the next.
Yes, a luxury, all that: one beyond price. Liam secretly felt himself the richest man in the world, berated himself for a love-sodden fool, and then fell asleep smiling, nonetheless.