Thursday February 14th 2008
Who: Garret and Lloyd What: The Perfect Valentine's Day Where: Garret's Apartment When: Thursday Evening Rating: NSFW
Today had gone perfectly. Of course Lloyd had eventually realized what was going on, what with people taking him out of his office at steady intervals throughout the day, but it didn't matter. The demon seemed completely pleased with everything, and he had no idea how great his day was going to end. Checking the clock, Garret winced- Lloyd was going to be here in less then ten minutes and he wasn't done cooking yet. It was messy and his kitchen looked like a hurricane had hit. He'd hoped to clean a little before Lloyd got here, if only to avoid that horrified look on his face he got whenever he set foot in Garret's kitchen after he'd tried cooking anything. He didn't want Lloyd to feel compulsed to clean up, which he would, the urge nagging him throughout the entire evening. Hopefully the demon would run a bit late. Unlikely, but hope springs eternal.
By the time Lloyd knocked on the door, Garret had managed to toss his dirty pots and pans into the sink (covering them with a towel because, well, there were a lot of them) and wiped down the countertops. Dinner was still in the oven but the apartment smelled fantastic. That was a good sign, wasn't it? That and the fire alarm hadn't gone off yet. The pathfinder answered the door, wearing nothing but an apron, bikini briefs and a smile. "Hey there, handsome," he grinned. "Get in here."
Lloyd had had a wonderful day. Awoken with an orgasmicly glorious oral alarm, Lloyd had then been treated all day to little gifts. At first, during the "get Lloyd out of the office" routine Lloyd had been fooled into thinking that everyone had gone crazy this Valentine's and had some urgent need for him to be interrupted every five minutes. When he had returned to a gift for the second time though he had realised quickly that this was all his lover's doing and had played along with the rest of the plans. Someone on fire? Of course. Baby needing burping? Yeah, he'd see to it. Every time he was rewarded with something extra special.
Particularly the note about dinner. He hoped Garret wasn't actually cooking; he'd hate to think of the mess and the possible fire which he'd have to put out the moment he got in the apartment. As he finalised the touches to his outfit and hair, he looked at his pitiful offer of gifts for Garret. The pathfinder had put everything into today, made a real effort. Lloyd felt bad for just having three little presents for him; he was being practically spoiled. Dressing in his best casual suit (plus the hello kitty boxers Garret had insisted he wear) Lloyd arrived at his lover's apartment just after six, feeling rather excited and nervous - until of course he was greeted by Garret who was only wearing a small apron.
He burst into laughter. "Oh my God...." The smell was incredible, both coming from Garret and the actual kitchen. "What do you look like!" He leant in to give him a kiss, presents in a small red bag.
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With a kiss to the man's lips, Garret grabbed the man by the waist and pulled him inside, where he received another, deeper, longer kiss. "You look delicious," he said playfully, taking the bag from Lloyd and dropping it on the table by the door. "But you're entirely too overdressed." With a wicked grin he got to work on removing Lloyd's belt, fingers moving deftly with the buckle, slipping apart the buttons on his vest and trousers, doing his damndest to only underess him to his underwear and not just get the man naked and to hell with dinner. That would come later.
"Better," he said happily, looking him up and down with hungry eyes. It was lucky the timer went off, otherwise Lloyd would have become one ravished demon. With a squeeze to his beloved's bottom, Garret rushed to the over, peeking in. It looked like, well chicken. He wasn't sure how you knew it was done, but it smelled good and it wasn't burnt and it wasn't on fire, so probably it was done. Grabbing the oven mitts, he opened the door and pulled out the glass baking dish. "Go sit!" he instructed Lloyd. "I'm almost done. And no peeking!"
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Ooh la la. Garret was on top form this evening, looking hotter than ever. Though Lloyd was sort of annoyed that he'd made an effort to look cute only to be promptly undressed the moment he got through the door. His clothes were in a crumpled mess, and he wanted nothing more than to at least fold them neatly and put them aside. But that would take away Garret's fun. With a small smile he followed him into the kitchen. That body... oh Lord. Tiny briefs... the desire which had been in Garret now rose in Lloyd - he would be one ravaged pathfinder if Lloyd's gaze lingered too long.
"Can I at least peek at you?" he asked, tilting his head sweetly and sitting down at the table. It was a little cold on the surface but he got used to it. "I have to admit it smells divine... you're completely spoiling me and it's entirely unfair."
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Scuttling about, Garret piled the chicken onto simple white plates, turning off the oven and dumping all the diryied dishes into the sink (again, covering them). It wasn't anything spectacular, just a simple cajun chicken dish, but it was better then takeout. At least he hoped it might be. "It is totally fair!" he called into the dining room, carrying the plates after one last look-over to make sure all appliances were off. Smiling, he set down the plate in front of Lloyd, who looked cuter than cute just in his underpants. "You spoil me every day of the week, let me have this once a year, alright?" Of course he planned to spoil Lloyd a lot more then once a year, hopefully every day from now on. He had a lot of making up to do to the man.
Sitting himself, Garret was quick to take a bite of the meal, just in case. It didn't taste underdone (though it was fucking hot, ow), so they would not die of food poisoning tonight. Looking over his date, Garret smiled a little dreamily, drinking in the sight. This was perfect. In fact he couldn't imagine this being any more perfect. "You look incredible," he said, unable to take his eyes off the demon.
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The chicken was in fact done, and done to near perfection which was quite an accomplishment for Garret. It was wonderfully presented and the aroma was lovely. It was so lovely that it was enough to make Lloyd forget about the dirty pans in the kitchen, waiting to be washed... If Garret wanted to spoil him then he might as well enjoy it. "I suppose I can allow that..." he said, unable to stop grinning.
One bite of the chicken and Lloyd moaned in approval. Food was his weakness and Garret knew it only too well. "This is good!" He didn't want to seem too surprised at the fact this was actaully edible let alone full of flavour, but he was. It was a pleasant start to the evening and a great addition to the day altogether. He was oblivious to the fact that he was the subject of such longing looks, but when he raised his eyes to meet Garret's gaze he blushed slightly. "Thank you. It's just a little something I threw on..."
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Garret wouldn't have been offended if Lloyd had vocalized his suprise. Truth be told Garret was suprised his own self. He didn't cook, and since knowing Lloyd he hadn't bothered learning either. Thankfully the meal had turned out well. He knew it was good because Lloyd was moaning, making noises almost on ar with the ones he made during a very good kiss. Thinking about it brought a light flush to Garret's cheeks and a sweeter smile to his lips. "Your suit was cute too," he said, knowing that Lloyd had put effort into looking nice. He would have told him to dress casually but that would have ruined the suprise of underwear dinner. Looking him up and down again, Garret shook his head a little. "I can't wait to tear those off you." He picked up his fork and dug into the meal, finally tearing his eyes away.
Dinner went wonderfully, disappearing from the plates quickly. Every so often Garret would look up from his plate to smile at Lloyd, unbelieveably pleased. This man was in his life, despite the extremely huge fuck-up that had happened. Garret was lucky. He was too lucky. His life had always been charmed, but this seemed completely unreal. Reaching over, he took Lloyd's hand in his, entwining their fingers. He kissed his knuckles softly, closing his eyes. "I'm too lucky to have you," he murmured. "You know that, right?"
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Lloyd couldn't stop grinning. Garret was such a sexpot. Tearing clothes, groping bums, winking, stroking, purring... the man was insatiable. Only Lloyd could keep up with him really, or at least that's what he liked to think. He'd managed five years of the man and his appetite for sexual games, he wouldn't lose his touch now. Stamina - that's what he needed with Garret Foss, security guy extraordannaire. The demon smiled at the thought.
With the meal done Lloyd wiped his mouth with a napkin, smiling at his lover as Garret locked their hands. He was so charming. With a small smile Lloyd hummed, stroking his thumb. "Yes. I know." No reason to be humble about it, but he was obviously joking. He chuckled a little and took time in watching the other man. It was a little surreal to be sitting here on Valentine's Night in their underwear eating a nice meal. Though it wasn't unheard of, they had done it in the past, it was a little untraditional. "You know I half expected you to come into my office in your security uniform and whisk me off like an officer and a gentleman," he told him, grinning. "That would have been hot. It's still a fantasy of mine."
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Lloyd knew. Even if Lloyd couldn't quite believe it, Lloyd knew that Garret was damned lucky to have him. And the pathfinder would spend every day of his life making sure Lloyd knew it. He deserved it. That smile, those eyes, that beautiful face... Garret wanted to wake up to this face every morning.
Scooting his chair closer to the demon, Garret took Lloyd's other hand, bringing them both to his lips. "Someday," he promised, having every intention of someday sweeping into Lloyd's class while he was teaching and carrying him off, clad in his uniform. Of course Lloyd's fantasy was probably more private in nature, maybe Garret arriving at his apartment doorstep and carrying him off into the bedroom. But Garret didn't work in subtlety. "Don't you worry, my love. I've still got plenty of ways to spoil you rotten."
Getting to his feet, Garret pulled Lloyd up, wrapping the demon's arms around his waist. Chests pressed flush together, faces close, breath mingling... shit the man was in little underwear and Garret's mind was wandering. Focus, he had to focus. Walking backward, he dragged Lloyd along with him, giving him a few kisses to his cheeks and nose. He took him into the middle of the living room, putting Lloyd's hands on his butt before wrapping his arms around the demon. "You want dessert now?" he asked softly, brushing his lips over Lloyd's. "Or can I dance with you first?"
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Garret was being incredibly sweet and Lloyd was feeling like he did during the beginning months of their relationsihp. Bashful, touched, humbled, shy... he was smiling a lot but then again how could he not? Looking lovingly at the man infront of him Lloyd sighed. If only he'd realised what scenrio Garret was dreaming up for that particular day. "I love you, you generous frump," he chuckled, before he was being promptly pulled to his feet. The only thing that could make this evening any better was if they were both naked in melted chocolate and whipped cream.
Maybe that's what dessert was, he thought hopefully, but he had to smile as he pressed against Garret, the man's hands making him warmer both inside and out. "I think you can dance with me..." he agreed, kissing Garret's mouth as he began to feel all gooey and romanced. "Though I do crave dessert...."
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Oh, Lloyd would get dessert. If he was lucky, he'd get a repeat of breakfast. Swaying slowly, he held Lloyd close to him, breathing him in deeply. "Hmm," he hummed with a smile. Dancing with Lloyd, even right here in the living room, was possibly the best moment in his entire life. Swallowing, Garret looked into the demon's eyes, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. "I love you," he whispered. "I love every piece of you. Every inch, every part of you. From the tip of your nose to those cute, nubby little toes of yours. Every space between."
His hands pressed into Lloyd's back, pulling him close as possible. He kissed his mouth, his forehead, his neck. "I love this neck," he murmured, "this shoulder, this face... these arms, strong and soft... your chest..." Each word was punctuated with a kiss on the appropriate body part, lips lingering a few seconds. Garret pulled away from Lloyd just far enough to move his lips over the man's chest, under the curve of his neck, his hands resting on the demon's waist tentatively. His breath was coming fast, part arousal and part nerves. Tasting the demon's skin was making his lips tingle, heart thumping wildly.
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Dancing was often simply limited to clubs in Lloyd's life, consisting of flailing his arms and bopping around. This was the kind he loved, though. Close to the one he loved, swaying softly in their arms, even if there was no music to hear. Even if it was slightly strange to wearing new hello kitty pants...
Lloyd flushed when Garret began complimenting him, kissing him. The advantage of being a fire demon was that he could pass a heavy blush off as simply being his abilities acting up. Though Garret knew him better than that - he knew that when Lloyd blushed it was for a far more personal reason. A better one, in this case. Every where that Garret's lips touched, Lloyd's skin began to tingle and set alight. That mouth should have been classed as a dangerous weapon. Moaning slightly, Lloyd tipped his head back. His own heart was beating ten to the dozen and his hands began to roam. "Is this dessert or part of the dance?" he breathed, a small smile on his face.
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Garret kew all the signs Lloyd's body was giving him. The blush on his cheeks, the way he pressed himself, albeit softly, against Garret's body, the way his hands roamed as though they'd suddenly grown minds of their own. Garret kenw he was doing all the right things to make his lover melt. Which was exactly the idea. He didn't answer Lloyd's question, simply kept his mouth moving over the skin, slowly lowering himself down to his knees. "I can feel your heart pounding," he murmured with a cocky smile. "You're breathing pretty fast, too. And your skin is getting hotter..."
Kissing a trail down Lloyd's chest, down to his stomach, Garret paused, forehead rested against the love. "I love this tummy," he whispered, pressing his palms onto the demon's stomach, fingers fanned out over the skin. He kissed it softly, over his bellybutton, down the dark happy trail that led into his cute little underwear. "God, I love you," he whispered breathlessly, pressing a few more kisses on the demon. "I love this body, love you..."
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Lloyd gently pinched Garret's shoulders, just to give him a quiet punishment. "Shut up." Of course the man was right - these were all tell-tale signs that Lloyd was getting very turned on and quickly, and trust Garret to poke fun at him for doing it.
Though Lloyd's tummy was the focus of much love from the men who had experienced it, Lloyd was incredibly self-conscious about it. Ever since Garret had called him names in their final, large argument, Lloyd had tried to keep a hold of his weight. He was very critical of his appearance, not knowing why Garret found him so attractive let alone the tummy he'd insulted in the past. That didn't bear thinking about right now though. Lloyd ran his fingers through his lover's dark hair, wobbling slightly as he tried to regain the balance. It was hard to do when all your blood was rushing to one particular place... "I love you too," he sighed, gazing down at him. "I love your everything."
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Every moment of every day Garret regretted everything he'd ever said to Lloyd on that night. If he could have gone through time to kill himself before he ever got to say those things to Lloyd, if that's what it would have taken, he'd have done it. Never again did he want to cut the man as deeply as he had then. And he'd been so cocky, so full of hubris he was certain Lloyd would just come crawling back to him, would realize he couldn't live without Garret. Now, on his knees before the man, Garret was certain this was how it should be. Because Lloyd had started to move on, had created a new life for himself, even found a new man, almost. And Garret had done nothing, gone nowhere. Because he'd been waiting for Lloyd.
"Lloyd... I have a confession to make," he said softly, looking up at the demon. His eyes were nervous, unsure. It wasn't a look that he wore often. "Please don't be mad at me. I, um..." He took one of Lloyd's hand in his, his own fingers shaking. "You didn't lose the ring. That night in your apartment, I saw it on your hand and it was covered in your blood, so I... took it off your hand." He reached into the waistband of his briefs, pulling out the ring he'd left with Lloyd. It was polished and shining now, almost ike the memory of the tragic night was erased. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to look at this ring and think about me walking out of your apartment, leaving you on the floor crying. I didn't want you to see it and remember the blood on your hands, and how I... caused it..." Small pools of tears lined his eyes, and he swallowed back a choked sob. "I didn't want you to think about those night, because I wanted you to look at this ring, and just remember this night, right here, right now. Me, kneeling before you, looking up to you and you look so perfect."
Blinking a few times, keeping back tears (since when did he get so emotional?), Garret took Lloyd's left hand and held it up, slipping the ring onto his finger. His own hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped it. "Lloyd," he said softly, watching the demon's face, "I love you. And I'm so sorry for everything I've ever said that hurt you, for every tear you shed that I caused. Because the truth of the matter is that I need you. And you don't need me, you can get along without me but I can't, I can't. I can't live without you." Holding Lloyd's hand tightly, he kissed it. "Lloyd Harris... will you marry me?"
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What Lloyd thought was going to be a fucking head-popping blowjob was now something else entirely. That look on Garret's face snapped Lloyd out of his amorous feeling. He knew that look only too well, despite it being rare. It was a cause for deep thought.
This was turning worrysome. With a concerned look on his face Lloyd was about to interrupt him, his mouth opening but what Garret said made him stop himself. The ring - he had the ring. Lloyd gaped as Garret produced it from his briefs, looking as good as new. Lloyd had thought he'd lost it, been devastated that he'd been so careless as to lose such a precious treasure. Seeing his lover upset only brought tears to Lloyd's eyes. It was like Garret was feeding his emotions into Lloyd's body via their hands because everything the human felt, the demon felt twice as hard. He momentarily relived those nights again, the feelings that had been coursing between them. The pain, the trauma... and now the happiness.
Lloyd wanted to reach out and touch him, stroke that beautiful face and assure him that he couldn't live without him either, but something inside him made him pause. He was so glad he did.
Marry him. Garret wanted to marry him. With an almighty swell in his chest Lloyd's eyes began to overflow with tears and he let out the loud, happy sob he'd been holding in. Lloyd practically threw himself on the pathfinder, wrapping his arms around him as he fell to his knees, hugging Garret like his life depended on it. He didn't normally show his affections so boldly but to hell with that today. Right now he was the happiest he'd ever been. Clinging onto his shoulders Lloyd sobbed. "Yes. Yes I'll fucking goddamn marry you..."
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For one second that felt longer than any moment in his entire life, Garret held his breath, watching Lloyd, terrified in the silence. Because what if he said no? The pathfinder had no reason to believe that Lloyd might say no, why would he? He knew Lloyd loved him and he knew that they were going to be together forever, unless he screwed it up again. But for that one tiny second, he doubted it. Nothing was certain and what if Lloyd decided no, that he didn't want someone who flirted too much and drove him crazy and kept him up late and fucked him too hard sometimes? What if Lloyd had finally realized that Garret wasn't good enough?
Thankfully Lloyd bursting into tears alleviated those worries. These were happy tears, tears Garret was not sorry he'd caused. He caught the demon in his arms, hugging him tightly, emotion building up in his own chest. He didn't start crying though. He was too happy for it. His shoulder was wet and Lloyd was a puddle in his arms, and he couldn't stop smiling. He had said yes. Lloyd said yes. Lloyd fucking said yes. "Thank God," he whispered, almost so softly it couldn't be heard over the sounds of Lloyd sobbing on his shoulder. He kissed the side of his head, his cheeks, the demon's shoulder. Anywhere he could reach.
Taking Lloyd's face in his hands, Garret pulled away, looking into the demon's wet eyes. "I will make you so happy," he promised. "Every single day will be amazing. I'll do anything for you, anything you ask me to." He kissed his mouth, held it for what felt like forever. "I'm never letting you go," he whispered against those lips.
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Lloyd was so happy. He didn't know how he could ever be this happy, had never been before. Not even close. His chest could have exploded in pride and joy and excitement. His Garret wanted to marry him; the most beautiful man in the world wanted to marry him. Lloyd would be lying if he said he hadn't dreamt of this moment, though it had gone a little differently in his head. He wasn't half naked for one thing.
"You already make me happy," he told him, placing small kisses on his mouth whenever he could. Those eyes. He loved those eyes, and that chest, which he stroked down right now. Resting his forehead against Garret's, Lloyd sighed. "I'm not going anywhere. I love you. This is... this is amazing... and... it's all... and.... I can't believe in the most amazing moment of my life I'm wearing fucking hello kitty underwear..."
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The overwhelming amount of emotion pouring off of Lloyd would have drowned Garret if the demon were instead an empath. Already he could feel how hot the demon's skin had become. He returned every kiss Lloyd planted on him, the grin never leaving his mouth. he knew exactly how Lloyd felt. Giggling a little at the comment about the clothing Lloyd was wearing, Garret pressed a gently kiss to the demon's lips. "Not for long," he promised.
Pulling Lloyd in for another kiss, this one a lot more passionate then the previous ones, Garret ran his hands over the demon's body. He'd planned on carrying him off to the bedroom where silk sheets and candles were waiting, but in the moment he didn't want to wait anymore. His hands slipped inside Lloyd's innocent undies, taking hold of his and stroking slowly. Every inch of the man was hot, which sent a shiver through Garret. "I want you," he whispered desperately against his mouth, "right here, right now."
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Had Lloyd ever told Garret how much he liked his way of thinking? The demon's large grin was covered by Garret's mouth and he kissed him desperately. His hands began to roam all over that familiar body, fingers emitting pure heat and stroking every inch of skin that he could. He grasped at Garret's waist, knowing precisely where those hands were going.
Fiance. God, that word sounded beautiful. Garret kissed the hollow of Lloyd's throat, sliding his underwear down, exposing the small area of skin still covered. Placing a hand on the demon's chest he pushed him back gently, indicating he wanted Lloyd on his back, right there on the floor. Hooking tow fingers under the waistband of Hello Kitty, Garret slid Lloyd's underwear off slowly, carefully, looking over his body. All the lights were on and every inch of Lloyd was revealed, and it was perfect. "Wow," Garret breathed, placing the undergarment gently aside. Normally he would pounce on Lloyd, ravish him, fuck him raw. But not tonight.
Bending over Lloyd's body, Garret kissed his chest, moving up to his shoulder, his neck, across his cheek, finding his lips and sealing them with a lingering kiss. His fingertips brushed over the demon's skin, moving downward, the heat building the lower his hand moved. "You are so, so beautiful," he murmured, taking hold of Lloyd's hardness. It was hot in his grasp, pulsing and firm. Rubing his thumb over the tip, he drank in the moans coming from Lloyd, tongue delving into his mouth. His own erection was straining against the fabric of his briefs, begging to be released, to be touched, stroked, sucked. Just listening to the soft sighs and desperate groans of his lover was almost enough to make him cum right then. "Fuck," he growled throatily, pressing himself against Lloyd's stomach.
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Everywhere Garret touched seemed to set on fire. He knew every move, every motion which would make Lloyd feel certain things and right now the demon was at the height of sensation before they'd even started doing anything. Garret was being unusually slow, taking his time in watching and feeling. He would pick his time - Lloyd wanted nothing more than to be filled with him and taken hard and fast right there and then but perhaps he was right. This was the time to take it steady, to truly appreciate what they were going to spend the rest of their lives with.
Lloyd pulled him down for kisses, mouth trailing along his neck when he could manage it. The rest of the time was spent moaning and arching his back into his lover's touch. His fiances touch. "Oh fuck, Garret, really..." he whispered, when it was getting too much. Needed to be moving faster than this... "I want you... so badly..."
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Shit. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom, with the candles and tingly lube and and silk (and clean) bedsheets. Garret didn't want to wait to get there, either. Fuck, he couldn't. And Lloyd was moaning and bending beneath him and the images of how suprisingly flexible the demon was made Garret shudder, nipping Lloyd's bottom lip. "Oh, shit," he whispered.
Fuck it. No waiting, no tension, he couldn't last anymore. Pulling away from Lloyd, Garret sat back on his heels, spitting into his hand to lubricate himself. He knew he could be too rough and he didn't want to hurt his lover (his fucking FIANCE) on a night like this. Stroking himself, he looked down at his love, eyes burning with desire, moving closer to position himself. "I love you," he moaned, pressing againt Lloyd, pushing in slowly. "Say you love me, I want to hear you say it... oh, God, Llloyd... I love you..." The tightness of his lover's body got him every time, a hard shiver coarsing through him. He had to pause a moment before he exploded.
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Lloyd knew he was getting to him the moment he saw Garret's eyelids flicker. Sure enough a moment later the pathfinder was on his heels, positioning himself between Lloyd's legs to get a better entry. The demon's breath hitched in his chest as he watched him. That body was his now - it was official. They were going to get married and that glorious body was going to belong to Lloyd Harris. Or Lloyd Harris-Foss. God there was so much to think about - but his mind was set on one thing only.
The moment Garret entered him Lloyd was moaning deeply, head pushing back against the floor. "Ohhh God..." he groaned, not able to speak properly just yet. Once his toes had stopped curling and his eyes had stopped burning, Lloyd let out the breath he'd been holding. "Fuck! I love you... Garret, I love you, do me..." If Garret didn't go at least halfway to fucking him raw tonight Lloyd would have to take matters into his own hands.
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It took about half a minute of slow, steady sex before Garret Foss snapped. How the hell could people do it, tantric sex, making love for hours at a time? It would drive him mad. As it was just seeing Lloyd from across a room and not being able to tear off his clothing and fuck him against a wall was torture. So why the hell would he hold back now? "Fuck!" he cried out, both in defeat and defiance. Thrusting hard, Garret looked down at Lloyd, watching him cry out, watching him moan and squirm, the man's eyes begging for more. The one thing Garret loved most about Lloyd was that, no matter how much Garret gave him, the demon wanted more.
Pounding him hard, Garret bent over his lover, hands on either side of him, sliding in and out fast and hard, never stopping. A stream of curses fell from his lips as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead from the exertion. He loved the feel of Lloyd's hands on him, of the tightness of his ass around his cock, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other. The familiar tightness was building in his lower stomach, burning and aching. "You... I... shit, Lloyd, holy fuck...." He couldn't even form a complete sentence.
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Lloyd couldn't form words let alone attempt a sentence, even a string of semi-coherant phrases. The only noises out of his mouth were curses, swears, gutteral, animalistic groans. Occasionally he uttered the name of his future husband, letting it roll of the tongue. Wanting to feel more of him Lloyd raised his legs, allowing Garret the angle to go deeper, slam inside, go crazier. Once he started he couldn't stop and the demon knew this, wanted it even. If they fucked each other raw tonight it'd be one memorable evening for tomorrow. Impatient, Lloyd gripped his hardened cock and began to stroke it furiously, trying to stimulate more pleasure, more sensation.
"Fuck, now, yes..." he growled, voice shuddering with every thrust and pound of Garret's body. Jaw tensing Lloyd gave up on his dick, his hands were needed elsewhere - like pulling Garret down for a desperate, needy kiss, one which bordered on frenzied. Never could he remember such uncapped lust and want for this man, any man at all. "Harder... oh fuck... fuck yes..." Whatever magic Garret was putting on now better now stop, cause the demon was riding all the way to orgasm and quickly. His cheeks were flushed, his temperature rising dangerously high. A sheen of perspiration was already on his body as his fingernails grasped on Garret's skin. "Feel so... shit... good... ha... now... now... fuck do it now..."
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God, shit, oh fucking fuck... Seeing Lloyd so primal was too fucking good. His skin was scratched and almost bleeding from Lloyd's franzied fingers and Garret didn't give a shit, would wear the scars proudly. Lloyd's body was burning hot and tense and covered in sweat. His natural, musky smell reached Garret's nostrils, driving him wild. He felt like an animal, wanting to possess Lloyd, dominate him, the demon's pheramones overtaking the pathfinder's brain.
"Ugh, yes, you fucking beast, fuck..." Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust, a deep growl, another step closer to climax. Hearing Lloyd's voice, telling him to do it now, cursing at him... he lost it. Garret's body convulsed in a hard, powerful climax, a loud cry escaping his lips. Fingers digging into Lloyd's hips he slammed hard into him, head thrown back, sweat pouring down his chest. It felt like the orgasm would never end, wave upon wave rushing through him, his seed shooting deep into Lloyd's hot, tight ass.
As soon as he could function, Garret pulled himself out of Lloyd, moving down his body and swallowing his cock in one motion. He wanted Lloyd to cum, to scream, to shoot his hot load down Garret's eager throat. He loved the way the demon tasted, loved the feel of him in his mouth, his hot member sliding in and out of his throat. He was still moaning, Lloyd's scent intoxicating.
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Whenever Garret exploded he did so with abandon and right now there was no disappointing Lloyd - with his ankles wrapped around Garret's form, urging him to go in as deep as possible it might have been said that he was a glutton for punishment. He would be feeling all of this tomorrow. Not just this but the things which would come after. The repeated sex, the many positions he had in mind.... but right now his mind was exploding with the vision of Garret cumming inside him, throwing his head back, those rippling muscles flexing and tensing as he shot his load inside the demon. No greater feeling was there than Garret's cock pulsating within him.
Or maybe there was. As Lloyd expected Garret to collapse beside him on the floor post-orgasm, Lloyd got the surprise. Suddenly his attention was back on track, his voice moaning deeply as Garret's lips moved down him, enveloped in his hot, moist mouth. The sucking against his cock was too much, his pleasure still heightened by the way his ass stung and throbbed as if Garret were still inside him. He grasped at the pathfinder's hair, gasping and urging him on with moans of agreement when he couldn't take it any more. Grasping tufts of brown hair tightly Lloyd shuddered, hips moving upwards as his whole body reacted to the climax, hot seed shooting into Garret's mouth as Lloyd's toes curled once again.
After riding it through Lloyd released his grip, collapsing flat on the floor. Every muscle ached - but it was so worth it. "Holy fuck..."
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Lloyd's cum burned the back of Garret's throat, but he didn't mind. The pain was almost satisfying, a harsh end to a rough and rowdy good time. Garret wished he could see Lloyd's face better than he could at the moment, because seeing the man's face as he came was the sexiest sight in the world. But hearing him scream like that, feeling his body move beneath him, the demon's hips rise and thrust, his body tense... it was more than enough to make up for it. The tug to his hair made Garret moan and shudder, his exhausted muscles shaking, theatening to give out underneath him. Once Lloyd finished, Garret collapsed beside him, too worn out even to kiss the man's belly, as he normally did.
Lying on his back, Garret tilted his head up too look at his lover, a tired smile on his face. "Holy fuck," he mumbled in agreement, his mouth barely forming the words properly. He reached up to grab Lloyd's fingers loosely, just needing to touch him, be in contact. "I love you," he murmured.
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Lloyd was so lucky. A few months ago he'd been pining for his lost love, realising he had not yet gotten over the man he'd walked out on those years ago. And now he was here, lying panting beside him with the most beautiful look on his face and saying the most perfect things. And they were engaged. Lloyd could hardly believe it.
Taking the last remaining strength he had Lloyd rolled over slightly, just enough to half-lie on Garret's chest and body. He was hot and he wanted to share this heat on the cold floor of the apartment. Kissing whatever part of skin he could reach Lloyd then proceeded to snuggle against Garret's chest softly. It was a weak gesture but loving all the same. "Love you too," he whispered to him, tracing some of Garret's chest hair with idle fingers before he simply rest his hand against him. If that was what their engagement night was like, what the hell was their wedding night going to be..? Lloyd grinned at the thought.
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If Garret had any say in the matter, Lloyd would spend every minute of every day feeling as elated as he did right now. The pathfinder put his arm around Lloyd, glad to feel his weight against him, even glad to feel the heat of his skin despite them both being incredibly sweaty. A lazy grin spread over Garret's handsome face. He took in a long, deep, slow breath, clearing the buzz of sex from his mind.
"I didn't even get to show you the bedroom," he mumbled sleepily. "All candles and rose petals and... got my delivery service to set it up... champagne on ice and such..." He kissed the top of Lloyd's head. "Cool silk sheets for our hot, sweaty bodies." Propping an arm under his head, Garret looked down at Lloyd on top of him, and the ring on the demon's hand. The engagement ring. The ring that said this was it for them, forever.
"I could fall asleep right here," he informed his lover. "You are just... so, fucking, sexy.... and the way you... arching your back and crying out like that... feel bad for the neighbors." Not that he actually gave a damn at all if the neighbors could hear them. Let them hear- they'd probably enjoy it.
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It all sounded incredibly romantic. Much more so than hello kitty underwear and sex on the floor, but then that was just them. It was how they were and Lloyd really wouldn't have change it for the world. Resting his chin on Garret's chest sleepily the demon managed a smile at him before pressing a kiss to the skin.
"Too bad for the neighbours more like. We're good together, let them know it." Lloyd planned on showing them. Several times, in fact, if his stamina was up to the standards of old. He wasn't 30 any more. Placing another kiss on Garret's chest Lloyd shoved himself upwards, taking Garret's hand. "C'mon. I want cold sheets, a comfortable bed and a lover to lie in the petals with under the mood lighting of candles. I want to sip champagne to cool me down and I want to hold you." He made a motion to tug Garret to move, a playful yet tired smile on his face. "Til I have the energy to get you back."
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It was damn romantic, if Garret did say so himself. He had been planning this for weeks, working out every detail, recruiting various people to make this a night to remember. He wanted Lloyd to know how hard he'd tried, that he wasn't going to screw it all up again, that he loved the man more then he could ever possibly say. He was pretty sure the message had gotten across tonight.
With a fake reluctant sigh, Garret took Lloyd's hand and let himself be pulled up, his muscles feeling like jello. He wobbled a bit as he walked, putting an arm around Lloyd's waist both affectionately and for support. "I will give you all those things," he promised as they made their slow way to the bedroom. "I will give you everything. Anything you ask for, my love... it's yours." He meant it, too. Anything the demon desired he would have. He deserved it after all.