[ to say that love is a savior never rung true Louis, possibly because after his parents died his life had been so devoid of it that it was hard to imagine that anything could be built on the obscure. if he was asked about a future where his ambitions were thwarted, he would have never conceived that it would end in marriage, only death. he won or he died; that was the promise.
and yet, here he was, leaning in and finding affectionate words for a king who defiantly, desperately saved him. it was not just Will's world that needed building, but pure rejection of the idea of duality. Louis had offered it in his own way, but a world monsters and bloody battle was not made of romance and fantasy.
his new husband is easily malleable, and from his bedroom eyes it's already easy to tell what's on his mind. ]
To think, we've been quite patient.
[ Louis takes a moment to admire him, his eyes closed and his lips parted, but he doesn't feed him just yet. he traces his lip from the center to the corner, as he seems to like to do, enjoying the soft shape before putting a jam-covered piece of sweet bread in his mouth. Gallica's already off before either of them can say anything, both of them a bit too entranced with one another to see her off.
not only did he not believe his the end of his prior ambitions would end in marriage, even less so did Louis Guiabern believe he would be feeding a lover on a flower-covered dais.
he hears someone whistle loudly at them, looking up directly at the noise that seems to be a very intoxicated Loveless. (somewhere in his brain he wonders where in any world that this uncultured half-wit became a candidate.) while he doesn't notice Louis' piercing gaze on him, Catherina picks up on it like a knife is held to Loveless' throat. she drags him down again, elbow around his neck and a curse on her lips.
"Don't pay attention to him, he's just an idiot!"
"Hey, shouldn't you be careful? No fights at the king's wedding!" someone hisses just above a whisper.
Basilio leans forward in his seat, clearly amused.
then Louis gets up and holds up his cup, everyone stills, as if holding their breath. ]
Come now, a wedding without a few good scuffles would turn out rather dull. A round for the winner.
[ it goes over well enough, with Loveless tumbling to the floor with a laugh that will surely be a few nasty bruises come tomorrow morning. it seems to put some ease to the room that felt that their way of celebrating may not be appropriate – well, times are different, now. ]
[ Louis ends the tumult in the way that only Louis Guiabern can: with an inimitable, sparkling charisma, a dignity that could never be stripped from him no matter the circumstances. He proposes a toast, claims absolutely no offense at Loveless's inebriated attempts to ruin his own wedding. He is, in other words, eminently likable, and no one at the party could possibly love him more than his own husband, who is giggling in the seat by his side past a mouthful of jam and bread.
Will can see on the faces of the guests who only know Louis by name and reputation, and never by his person, that all are somewhat impressed and astounded that the man is infinitely more relaxed than they expected him to be.
...Soon, everything settles again. Catherina is soon triumphantly enjoying the alcohol she earned as being the "winner" of the wedding brawls. Strohl seems to have found himself holding court amidst a gaggle of admirers; he looks flustered enough that Hulkenberg soon stages an operation to extract him from the crowd of noble daughters he seems to have somehow attracted. Even Eupha is tittering on a bench somewhere, swaying in the way she only gets when she's more than just slightly inebriated; fortunately, Edeni is soon by her side offering her water.
So it goes.
When the banquet has slowly come to a close and the woman who runs the castle kitchens darts out briefly to curtsy at her king before rushing back in to the fray, Will knows it is almost time to bring the festivities to an end. He turns and smiles at his beloved, his new life partner, rising to his feet and holding one hand out towards his impossibly perfect consort. ]
[ the day is long and the festivities are vast. it's been quite a while since there's been a royal wedding, and this is the first one many have seen in their lifetimes. it's even rarer due to the elda that now occupies the throne (or eldas, to those who know).
while the guests finish their food and drink, both Will and Louis are whisked away to freshen up. there are a few outer layers that need to be changed, both of them need their hair attended to, and a breather to use the facilities before the next ceremony. Louis is somewhat used to this – court celebrations had always been long, and never entirely about person they're being thrown for, but certainly about spectacle. he's very good at spectacle. it's refreshing to see Will make it his own in all the small ways that he's excited, despite who wants to see them paraded, at the end of the day, it is theirs to claim.
they manage to sneak in another kiss before they leave to stand in front of Lady Gruidae, who awaits them in the garden under a flowered archway. this ceremony is far smaller, given the reasoning for it, but the Partisans are there, and quite a few of the elda from the village have shown up. Louis has more respect for the traditions of the elda than that of the church, and there is some private satisfaction in bringing them out of hiding and into the heart of Euchronia. to all there, the king is elda and the consort is clemar, but there are a few among the crowd that know the truth, that Lady Gruidae is marrying two elda.
she says something from the pages of a book that's tied back to ritual, knots their conjoined hands with ribbon at each passage. Louis isn't paying attention to her, his half-lidded eyes fixed on Will, who looks as if he has energy to spare. as each knot is tied, it reminds him of all the pain and joy it took them to get here – each one is a time when they met and parted, or when they tried to kill each other, or when they passed in the night, some nuance in their ideals not allowing them partnership.
there are drinks and snacks when it finishes, and they're sat at a table where some of the elda from the village offer their congratulations. somewhere between one person and the next, Louis tucks a white flower behind Will's ear before sitting back in satisfaction as the next person takes his attention. ]
[ Will looks up as the white flower is tucked into his hair; his gaze softens when it occurs to him what Louis has done. For all that he says he distanced himself from the elda, Will thinks, that quiet village really did live forever on in his heart.
They have had the marriage that Will's mother and father were never able to have — not that they were not married in their own quiet way, but Hythlodaeus V never enjoyed a public wedding celebrated by the kingdom and blessed by the church, and in history's eyes, he died loveless and alone. The secrets of those white royal flowers are theirs to bear, now, and Will swears solemnly in his own heart that he will give the pure white blossoms a better legacy.
At last, the wedding festivities come to an official close. The celebrations will no doubt continue throughout the week, as holidays have been called for nearly every industry to be found in Grand Trad, but even the kings of Euchronia must sleep, and the party has lasted long enough. To bring things to an end, the kingdom's foremost songstress has arranged for a special performance: the gorgeous sound of Junah's voice rings out over the eaves of the city, reaching every corner, every window, every shaded alley.
Will is still humming her song by the time the king and his consort retire, at last, to their bedchamber — the one they will share for the rest of their lives, barring temporary emergency, cozy naps in the garden, or gauntlet runner adventure.
It's strange to think that he was sick in this same bed only not too long ago. Even stranger, now, to think that the selfsame Louis he once swore to kill was there tending to him, and is now his lawfully wedded husband. His gaze softens as he looks up at Louis, reaches up to touch his face. The action jostles Will's royal cloak from his shoulders; it crumples heavily onto the floor. ]
...My consort.
[ He pays the fallen garment no mind as he caresses Louis's fine cheekbone with his thumb. ]
[ there are still well wishes and congratulations and they retire, it's already late into the evening, and the two of them have been up well before dawn. Louis still seems amenable, awake and unbothered.
still, the quiet feels nice.
there's no chatter to drown out the sound of the door clicking shut, or an echo of laughter so loud that he needs to lean closer to Will to hear his voice. it's just quiet; just the two of them. after loyalty, betrayal, death and ambition, here they were. there was always an intimacy that Louis felt when they fought, as if everyone else around the two of them faded away, and it was just the sound of their swords clashing. he feels that now, too.
Louis is impressed with Will's discipline, he half expected to be pressed into the frame of their door before they managed to get through it. the king has been quiet patient for someone who was at the door of the Charadrius not two days after their first tryst.
his expression softens somewhat as Will reaches for his cheek. ]
Moreso then I've been in a while.
[ that is the truth of it. Louis has been less troubled, and he doesn't know if it's because his ambitions have crumbled and he is no longer a slave to them, or if being by Will has made him content. it could be something with their magla, but he hasn't let his thoughts linger too much on it, perhaps one day he will.
when the cloak hits the ground, his eyes follow it, and he reaches forward to tuck his fingers in the loose hem holding Will's jacket together before tugging him forward. ]
[ Will is only too happy to surrender, for once. He was being patient just in case Louis needed that patience, needed to pull himself together into a reality that is not the one he desired but may be the one he needed — but he reminds himself that Louis, too, was impatient to fall into the king's bed once more.
The naysayers shall finally speak truth: Louis Guiabern will seduce the king tonight, less with honeyed words and his beautiful face, and more through the blazing resonance of their own hearts. As Will leans up to kiss him, it occurs to him that he truly has no doubts that this man, this man is his fated lover. Archenemy, archdemon, fellow elda spurned by the world and its cruel machinations, now turned husband and beloved — what more can Will ask for but the prospect of a life with Louis by his side?
As they kiss, Will works on Louis's clothing, too. He's almost loath to disturb the man's beautiful hairstyle, the way it's been artfully tousled and braided for the occasion — but he's generous about sliding Louis's collar open once he has the buttons loose, all the better for him to see the man's flawless body. When Louis moves to strip Will of his clothing in turn, the young king complies, shedding his layers, baring himself before his consort. ]
Louis...
[ They hardly need words, in this moment. Only emotion, raw and painful, exuding from the both of them in waves of powerful magla, taut enough to each affect the other. ]
[ the touch of their mouths is heady, slow but heated, as if trying to press deeper rather than faster. to his surprise there's less impatience and more bottomless desire, as if something has grabbed him by the collar as he stands at the edge of a great precipice.
between now and the last time they had been in each other's bed, Louis had tried to kill will, and Will had come close to killing Louis, Louis had exploited him and tried to turn him into a human, Will had blindly blamed Louis for the Prince's condition, and then Louis tried to end the world. there had been a lot between them, pain and suffering, a clash of ambitions, and the struggle for a better world where they could only see one another. back then Will had blue hair, and their coupling had been entwine with power games.
there are no struggles as Will takes off his clothes, slides his hands against his skin and eventually bears his heart. he doesn't stop him. they are a far reach from what they had been a year ago – months ago – before Will decided to bring him back. it's possible that spell Will used had somehow entwined them in some way, or they were already that way, perhaps. Louis chases each touch with another kiss, pulling Will in by the waist and finding the soft spot beneath his jaw and then down his throat. there's so much clothing to take off, a layer of a vests and overcoats and cloaks, some neatly tied together with ribbon or some royal sigil that Louis discards with the rest of it.
after what seems like too much pulling and disrobing, he's finally sliding a warm hand over Will's bare skin, cupping the small of his back in his hand. it traces down his rear, over the shape of his thighs. a thumb presses against one of soft circle on his chest. there's the sudden desire to touch Will everywhere, but they have the rest of the night, and at least a day or two before they're beckoned back to the world of politics. ]
[ They've coupled before, in what was then inadvisable trysts more so than indulgent lovemaking. They've fucked before, too — though even then, Will feels, it was never about conquest or pride so much as it was about connection and a need for physical intimacy. Now, they have all the time in the world to explore each others' bodies, and nothing else required from them but to be in love with each other, and Will finds himself wishing that every evening could be like this.
He's hungry and he wants, he wants he wants he wants, but there's something good about letting Louis set the tone and the pace of their pleasure, tonight. In times past, something about the man was always distant, restrained; even in the throes of pleasure, Louis seemed as though he could not fully be himself, perhaps because that was indeed truly the case, so long as Will had no idea that he was a fellow elda in search of an equality he could call his own. Now — now, it finally feels as though Louis is letting himself desire more than just desire.
Was he ever so assertive before this? Even when Will showed up in his office, needy — even when Louis pinned him to a shelf and kissed him fiercely — was Louis ever quite like this? This unrestrained, this wanton?
Will shivers slightly, sensitive, as his husband's warm hands slide over his bare skin, claiming him; just one of Louis's palms feels large enough to settle on Will's pert ass and squeeze it firmly. The other hand, more exploratory, teases Will's chest; the young king jerks a little, arms tensing around Louis's shoulders. Perhaps he likes that sort of touch more than he himself has been aware. ]
You're so...
[ He feels dizzy already, swimming in lust. Louis has never been so needy.
Will leans up again, lips greedy for Louis's. When they kiss, he makes a point of stroking one of Louis's horns, feather-light with his fingertips at first, and then a little harder, raking one nail along the sensitive base. ]
[ is there anything left to concern himself over? they're no longer rivals in the way that they had been, and under the layers of violence and fascination, Louis had wanted a camaraderie with Will. it came out in little ways, but it was there, shining through during their clashes. before this moment, there was a time he was unsure of how to accept what he wanted – or even come to terms that he wanted it at all.
there's a pleasant huff that comes out of his mouth as Will touches his horn. ]
You're still fascinated, aren't you?
[ he sounds amused, and as if in retaliation, he gently pinches Will's nipple between his fingers. it's sweet how he's already stiff with want under his touch – well, it has been a while, Louis figures. it feels almost as if they were different people, then.
leaning down with his hair brushing over his shoulder and against Will's cheek, he hovers just above his ear to whisper. ]
Take them off at your leisure.
[ his last piece of clothing.
Louis had always struggled with his loneliness, because he never quite learned how to deal with it, as if connection somehow always alluded him. still, he doesn't feel as if it comes easily to him, but perhaps it comes more easily with Will, now. perhaps being with Will was less an indulgence and more a need.
Will's so lively under each touch, shifting beneath it and shivering when he likes something. they never really had that sort of luxury before, and Louis seems to want to use this to his full advantage – there must be plenty of things that Will likes, and he will find them. ]
[ Will manages to breathe these words out before those damnable fingers tease out a gasp from him instead; he's deliciously sensitive in his nipples, it would seem, so much so that his cock is already just as ruddy and peaked as his pretty little nipples are, and his breath is starting to come uneven in his chest. Swallowing hard on his sense of dizzying arousal, Will does as he's invited to, and lowers his hands so that he can slowly pull off Louis's last article of clothing — his underwear, against which his cock is already straining.
Hearing the sound of Louis's undergarments hit the floor — seeing the familiar shape and girth of Louis's cock again — that alone is enough to make Will moan appreciatively as he takes Louis's cock in hand, feeling its heft, its warmth against his palm. ]
You... you're so beautiful.
[ It's not as though it's his first time with Louis's cock, not by a long shot — but the way he's focused on it right now almost makes it seem like it is. He tugs at it, slow and steady, just enough to stimulate — but his eyes are fixed only on Louis's face, seeking his reactions, his pleasure. ]
So eager for me... and only me...
[ Will their loneliness be sated if they tangle their limbs together? Will that connection burn brighter if Will turns his face upward to kiss Louis again? All things that he wonders to himself; all questions that he wants answered. Kissing, tugging slowly at Louis's cock. So fascinated. ]
I love it. I love you.
[ He reminds himself, with glee, that this is only the first of thousands of nights he will spend with his husband. ]
[ they've never really been in a quiet place before to meet, their affection spotted between missions and battles. it seems like a novelty, something new in their relationship that it does make it feel fresh. there's no underlying tension as Will puts his hands where ever he pleases, stripping Louis of the rest of it and tossing it somewhere to the floor where it doesn't matter anymore. there's no need for it, Will has seen all of him: the good things, the bad things, the wretched loneliness that wrecked him on the inside.
the light touch is comfort, a heady pleasure that isn't too overstimulating, but enough to allow him to enjoy it without anything looming in the back of his brain. it's as if Will is getting reacquainted with his body on new terms, more equal ones then they were on before. ]
You and only you for quite some time.
[ it's an easy remark, but true. ever since that fated day Louis met Will outside the Charadrius, it's been that way. he hasn't take his eyes off of him, even in his madness. ]
And yet in every circumstance you've had saintly patience. Not even once have you shown up at my door. It must have been difficult for you.
[ but Louis understands, he knows what Will has done for his comfort as he grappled with the meaning of this new existence.
as much as Louis loathes to take Will's hand away from his hard cock, he also would rather the two of them be somewhere that would make touching and kissing all the easier. like he's done before, he slides an arm just beneath Will's rear and hefts him up enough to carry him over to the bed.
down, down Will goes, and Louis pushes his shoulder into the sheets, his hair draped to the side like a curtain. he kisses his temple, his cheek, and then down his neck before his tongue teases one of those stiff nipples. ]
It feels good, hm? That such reservations can now be damned.
[ (there is the possibility that they will be disturbed, but Louis knows where his sword is and he will have no mercy if an assassin surprises them on their wedding night.) ]
[ Will is somewhat flustered, defending himself — of course he'd wanted to sneak down to Louis's quarters and beg the man for some love and attention, just the same way he'd done at least a half-dozen times before, when he was on the Charadrius — but that wouldn't have been the most fair and patient thing to do after requesting the man's hand in marriage, and he'd wanted to at least give Louis the space to truly think about whether or not being the king's consort was something that he wanted.
On some level, he knows that Louis knows this, too — but being teased for it just makes him so embarrassed! Oh, he was such a slut, going to Louis Guiabern's office to seduce him at every turn, and if the people knew that that was how their romance started...
...He can't get too lost in his thoughts, of course. Not when his beautiful consort is picking him up and then putting him down on the bed, prowling on top of him, obscenely sensual and somehow feline in the way he lowers his mouth and licks at one of Will's nipples until the king whimpers.
Will already feels aroused beyond belief — who wouldn't be flustered with Louis Guiabern's long-lashed eyes boring deep into their soul? — but he takes a moment just to look at his husband's beautiful face. Just to take him, drink him in. How beautiful he looks, his hair all to one side like this. Kissing him, loving him.
For a moment, Will just catches his breath, feeling dizzy with love. ]
[ what sweet little words come out of Will's mouth, talking about need and love and how lucky he is to have him. in some ways, Louis feels like he still doesn't know what to do with such colorful emotions – anything that had been given to him since he was a child had been earned. the we're lucky to have you, recruit had come after victorious missions, or battles won as Louis stood covered in the blood of the crown's enemies.
Will doesn't ask anything of him; perhaps that's part of what took him so long to process all of this. he's not certain how he earned this, or if it was something this was meant to be earned. how does someone like him receive such a soft type of love?
giving the stiff circle on his chest another lap of his tongue before leaving it to the chill, he crawls up enough until he can press his forehead to Will's, framing him in his horns. Will is pretty like this, with his hair spread over the bed, pink mouth open in a pant and heavy lashes over pale, liquid blue eyes. Louis had always found him desirable in the way he wondered what each soft curve of his body felt like, even after he had traced it over a hundred times.
what does he say? what does he feel, in this moment? ]
Let me show you how much I missed you when I was gone.
[ his hand slides down Will's center, tracing the line of his belly and dipping into his navel, just as it had when he was sick. this time he doesn't stop, instead going lower, lower, lower. a hand roves over those curves he likes so much, dipping between his legs and running his thumb up the inside of his thigh before finally touching between his them. he takes his cock in his hand, his fingers running circles along the wet tip.
Louis has noticed how aroused his new husband is already, and they've hardly gotten started. ]
[ Will really is so pretty, at his wit's end like this. To think that the lustful minx that once sat in Louis's lap and proudly, arrogantly claimed that he could make the man come whenever he wanted could look like this: pillowed out on the silken sheets, sweet and soft and impossibly sensitive, moaning and shivering with each simple stroke of his cock. It's arousing just to look at him, to see how these gentle touches are affecting him so blatantly.
(He'd known. Even then. That the real reason Louis sent him away was not to pursue the Drakodios — not only that, at least — but because he himself seemed to realize that bedding Will would be his undoing. Will knew, even then. That they were both guilty of opening up too much to the other. That this was inevitable, in its own way.)
And yet — hints of that minx still remain. He does nothing to muffle his moans; each of them only encourage more of Louis's touches. He throws his arms around Louis's shoulders, pulling him, making sure he knows how loved he is, how wanted. Will isn't something he needs to earn, but something that will be his, from here on out, and for every day of their lives. ]
Louis... I'm gonna come...
[ He doesn't, though, despite saying that he will. Not yet, not so soon, with such gentle touches. But he looks as if he's close, wavering prettily, lips parted as if to invite more of Louis's kisses. His skin is so sinfully soft, every bit as soft as it always was when Will was in his lap.
He feels so good, wavering on the edge, and all because his beautiful husband pushed him down and touched him a little. ]
[ at the time that he had met Will, he never thought he'd meet an elda with the same inclinations as he had. it threw him off-guard, even Fidelio had noticed his recklessness. of course, Louis was always one who was confident in his own power, and never afraid of his own death.
Will's limbs tangle around him, skin against skin, grasping against him with fingertips pressed into his back. as the king commands his body downward, he complies, kissing his open mouth with his own and filling it with his tongue. when he pulls back it's never that far, content to keep the heat between them, trailing soft, possessive kisses from his chin to his temple. there's something satisfying about pressing Will into the sheets, letting them both sink into the bed together. ]
You don't need to hold back anymore. Come as much as you like.
[ they have all night; a thousand days more; the rest of their lives. Will had waited so long, and he was so, so very patient, it seems cruel to make him wait any longer. ]
I'll make you come again, and again ...
[ it's not the same arrogant tone that Will had once boldly used in lustful challenge – it's softer, more patient drawl, with same warmth he had when he had thrown Will a soiree. Louis can fully wrap an arm around his back and to his chest, limbs entwine like snakes. smooth fingers gently pinch a once neglected nipple, giving it the same service as the other. more pointedly, Louis rubs his thumb against the slit at the tip of his sensitive cock, teasing it and smudging precum over the head, slick and hot to the touch.
he wants to see more of that expression, with his parted lips and wet mouth, mewling with pleasure. there's something captivating about it, perhaps knowing that this is the king, and this is how he looks when Louis touches him. ]
[ He needs so little encouraging to succumb to Louis's gentle, patient strokes. Everything is just too sensual in the moment: his husband's hair tickling his neck, deep voice gone soft and warm like golden honey in his ear, feather-light kisses all over his face — just the sight of him, glimpses of his pretty lips and jawline moving over Will's body — and, oh, that steady tugging and pulling and rubbing and smearing over his hot, hard cock —
How could he possibly resist? The sinfully perfect demon on top of him is promising to make him come again and again, and even King Wilhelm is only a man like all other men, in the end. It feels so good to give in to his consort's ministrations, coming hard and without hesitation right into Louis's hold; his mind goes wonderfully blank, in that beautiful way he only feels when Louis is the one touching him, tending to him, bringing him pleasure. Will is shaking as he comes down from the high, slim body arched in surrender, nipples peaked and pointed from the way Louis has tugged at them.
The look in his pretty blue eyes is blissful and blank; the royal seed staining Louis's fingers, thick and rich in a way that belies the way he's been waiting for Louis all this time. ]
Ah... oh, Louis...
[ Calling his name, so softly and desperately, as if offering a prayer to the one man who knows him best. ]
So good...
[ Blearily, Will reaches out to stroke his fingers down Louis's jawline. ]
I'm fine, you can... keep going...
[ There's a touch of desperation underlying his voice that gives away what his real game is, here. Oh, no, this isn't about him being "fine" — this is about him wanting. Craving. Needing to make up for all those days he didn't come down to Louis's room to paw at him after he'd just gotten out of the bath, even though he would have been well within his rights to, as the country's king. Making him come once won't be enough to satisfy him, not at all — though he is, unmistakably, satisfied. ]
[ so much brimming desire for such a small thing, Louis hardly knows how he kept it all in. he may have a short stature, but Will is relentless when it comes to the pursuit of something that he wants, and he knows that there is much, much more to come.
the arm around Will's shoulders turns him inward for a kiss, light, but promising, as if he's bringing him back from that blissful look. Will has a regal way about him, but Louis thinks he looks especially kingly with his clothes off, arched in his hands with his hair spilling behind him. something divine for him to devour. ]
Oh? I wonder how many times it will take to sate you.
[ Louis strokes him lazily, as if he's trying to urge every last drop from the king's cock. his fingers rest when he goes soft again, slick with cum and resting just above his thigh without a care to how sticky he may get. ]
Two times more? Five times?
[ there's a tease to his voice, playful in tone. ]
Rest, and then touch yourself for me.
[ he rests his head carefully against the bed, as his horns are still attached to his head. they'll come off eventually, but there's no need to rush. he knows that Will likes them.
there's something thrilling about the prospect of having a show when he's this close to the king, their bodies pressed together in some places, hair twine together in others. Louis has his arm slung beneath him, ready to pull him closer whenever he likes. ]
[ At least seven, Will wants to say as a joke. (It's not a joke.) He sinks into Louis's kiss gratefully. The young king really is beautiful like this, all silver hair and lovely blue eyes, still full of vivid purity despite basking deep in sexual pleasure. How many times has Louis had him before? Yet somehow he still manages to look innocent, pillowed out against the sheets, tan skin contrasting wonderfully against the white fabric. He looks like something that Louis could defile, all smooth supple body, glazed slightly with cum where Louis's hand is resting near his hip.
For a moment, Will just breathes slowly and quietly, indulgent in the come-down, tingling pleasantly through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He turns his head to kiss Louis one more time, slow and sweet, luxuriating in how good he feels, how boneless. His newly-wedded husband's warmth and tender attention. The feeling of his firm, well-developed body against Will's soft, slender one is impossibly intoxicating.
For a long time now, Louis has not had eyes for anyone in the world save Will. Being the subject of that intense focus is overwhelming at times, but so satisfying, too.
Will does like the horns. Very much. He knows full well that his husband is another elda like himself — but even so, he likes the horns. He eyes them greedily as he seems to just stop and take in Louis, the whole of him, how beautiful he is, how attentive. Features more divine than any other man's, as if some great enemy of the Sanctist God thought it would be laughable to make him so beautiful as to tempt others toward damnation.
Mine, Will thinks.
When he feels like his cock might be able to stir once more, Will reaches down between his legs and tugs lazily at it until it slowly hardens, flourishing under his light touch. He seems to need a firmer touch with himself than he needs with Louis; in their previous trysts it was as though he only needed the lightest touch from Louis's palm to get going, but now he rubs himself vigorously, eagerly. The formerly sweet, undefiled prince is quickly growing into a more lecherous king by the minute.
Gazing lovingly into Louis's eyes, Will pleasures himself until his erection is full and hard once more, as if the sight of his consort's body in the nude is all he needs to spur his imagination onward. ]
[ it seems the more Louis is intent on defiling him, the more lecherous the young king becomes, as if he's a step ahead in his appetites, ready and willing. there's something charming about this, about how Will is so adamant in what he wants when it comes to Louis, and Louis who feels like doing nothing but indulging his king.
(perhaps he should feel more sore about that, but he doesn't. he can't find it in him to have any ill feelings toward will. he won; he was the better candidate. Louis never wanted to rule, even if he had a gift for politics and pretty speeches. no, he wanted to destroy.
now, though – now, what does he want?)
it's easy to press against Will, to coil his arm around his middle and press him closer, closer, closer. perhaps he will not be satisfied until they're touching from all angles, across the span of their bare skin, every nook filled. his bright eyes watch, attentive to Will's movements, half-lidded and heated, with his breath long and steady.
there's a moment before he responds, as if he's thinking through his own brief, limited sexual encounters. ]
Perhaps I do.
[ Will's swift, soft hands, grip tight as if he's holding a blade. yes, perhaps he really does like to watch.
his hand rests close to where Will is touching himself, just within the vicinity to offer contact, but he makes no more to join him. not yet, at least. Louis presses a kiss to his temple, lips parted and wet, then his cheek, the corner of his lips. the contact feels good. finally, his fingers crawl down the cleft of Will's thigh and between his legs, pressing gently to his opening. ]
But I also may not be able to help myself ...
[ Louis suddenly feels like there's so much of Will he hasn't touched – it's different now, not quite, but in some ways. a different Will, but the same, ready to be touched. ]
[ There's something wonderfully intimate about this. Louis by his side, curling around him, pressing more and more and more skin against his, as if the contact alone gives Louis pleasure, and he's addicted to Will's electrifying touch.
Lazily, languidly, Will turns his head and kisses Louis as he tugs at himself. There's something about kissing that makes his the movements of his wrist slow down; his hand stills further as Louis's much larger hand joins it between his legs, only Louis's destination seems lower, closer to his more secret places.
Will's breath catches in his throat when Louis's fingers touch his opening, but then he doesn't press in. The king tries to keep his expression neutral, but it's clear that he's expecting more; at the same time, he's expecting this, too. Louis is cruel, and a tease. Of course he'd make Will wait. ]
Then give in to your impulses.
[ So soft, so simple, so unadorned. Will always has the simplest advice, in the way that most of the people he knows only need very simple advice in the end. Only — it's not quite advice that Louis needs in the moment, is it? ]
[ Will is soft, especially in the places that Louis rests his hand. the skin at the cleft of his thigh, further between his legs, along the spot from his opening to where he's touching himself. the young king has always been soft to the touch, but even softer in other places that somehow feel new, even though they are very, very familiar. Louis is aware that Will wants more, and he'll be unsurprising if he turns him over and claims it, even if he's enjoying the touch now. there's little gasps, quiet sighs, all pleasing to his ears.
his hands are big enough that his fingers can curl between his legs, slide along the inside of his thigh and cup it against his palm. with a low hum, Louis, somehow, presses closer, the line of his body against Will's, his hard cock pressed up against his hip. Louis rolls against him lazily, heated and heavy. with some curiosity he fondles his balls against fingertips; they're soft, too. ]
You're so impatient, Your Majesty.
[ the words are warm, fond, but teasing. ]
... And your body is quite sensitive. Has it been waiting for me?
[ there had been longing, for months there had been longing, but it's over now. Louis finds he likes the idea of Will thinking about him in this room, before the waking hours, aching and lustful.
pointedly, he rolls from his spot at Will's side, and on top of him, his hair falling like a veil over them. now it feels as if the heat is purely between them, and their lips brush together as Louis speaks. ]
And all those impulses you crave?
[ sweet, sweet heat. he can feel it in his belly, and in his loins. Will wasn't the only one longing those months, either. ]
[ Oh, he's longed. He's longed so, so much, and been so patient. Didn't even touch himself, even when Louis left him helpless and horny in his sickbed after a night of healing; didn't even think about succumbing to the temptation of coming down to Louis's room for a pre-conjugal visit, even though, as the king, he could have probably gotten away with something so scandalous.
There would have been a joy in that, too. In indulging in the sin of falling, immorally, into Louis Guiabern's bed once more. But — ]
I couldn't. I needed you.
[ Needed his love. Needed that love to be freely given. Needed Louis here because he wanted to be, in body and soul, and not just because he'd been swayed by the temptations of carnal pleasure. ]
Needed you here with me... touching me, seeing me...
[ His eyes are only on Louis; his cock and his belly and his hole are all alight with the fires of pleasure, and he needs more of Louis's touch, more of Louis's kisses. Even so, Will still sounds steady as he touches Louis's face and whispers: ]
Thinking only about me.
[ Oh, yes, he's impatient. So, so impatient, even as Louis sates him, straddles him, touching between his legs, his smooth thighs, his soft balls. Everything. The more Louis touches his body, the more Will's eyes glaze over, his gaze focused solely on Louis — his face, his body, his beautiful hair falling like a silk curtain around their faces. The alabaster column of his neck. ]
[ Louis is – was, more accurately – someone who had been so painfully used to being alone, that he forgotten how to hold people close. it's surprising to him how easily he falls into it, as Will spreads himself open and murmurs to him in this quiet bedroom, how he believes it. a year ago the young king had won on his own terms, as well as on Louis' terms, and now there's nothing left but for Louis to believe him.
long ago he would've cursed himself for abandoning his ideals, but that past self never knew the warmth that came with Will's arms, even if he had imagined it.
then a part of him had been afraid that their relationship would become something that he could not control, that would turn him from his ideals. and so he never removed all of his clothing, never showed his heart, because in it, Will would have the advantage; he would know that he could be swayed. now, it doesn't feel so bad being swayed.
the king is pleading and glassy eyed, whispering about need in the heat between them. he feels heady on the sudden feeling of intimacy, and though they've done this before, it also feels as if they haven't. not like this. ]
You don't need to need me anymore. You have me. Allow me to show you how much.
[ have, now, and had, in the past. he had been desperate during their last confrontation, lost in loneliness and desire.
this desire feels far better, though.
somehow, he finds the little bottle rolling around on the mattress with them. there are wet fingers that press into him, stretching gently, but finding that Will is already relaxed and ready – that he most likely has been for the last week in anticipation. Louis was going to wait a little while longer, but how could he not be seduced by such sweet words? they have all night, and he's certain that this won't be the time that purely settles Will in for the evening.
his hand finds his cock, dragging along the length to keep himself slick, it would be a shame if a bit of friction turned painful. balancing on an arm above his new husband, he presses into his entrance, then inside, keeping his hips steady to take in the heat that suddenly envelopes him. the arm that he once adjusted himself with slides under Will's hips, arching him upward as he presses the rest of his body down to keep their skin pressed together. ]
[ It's so, so easy that Will is almost ashamed of himself. The way Louis's fingers just slip in, the way his cock presses deeper, utterly painless given how much Will's wanted this beyond all reason. Will gasps because Louis's cock takes his breath away, spreading his insides apart and hilting right where he likes it the most; he thinks he hears Louis's breath stutter, too, as the man is overwhelmed by his king's wet heat. One arm lifts his hips upward from below, arching his spine, pushing Louis in even deeper; it makes Will feel deliciously safe, like he was made to be Louis's lover.
So warm. So sheltering, weighted above him, pinning him to the bed. It's funny, really — this isn't Louis's first time being inside Will — but somehow the king feels as though it's their first time making love like this. Is it the intimacy? The realness of it — the fact that neither of them are now wearing masks, and they no longer have reasons to lie to one another? Or is it just that tonight is their wedding night, and no one, no church or Sanctifex or God, could possibly forbid them now from joining in sacred union? ]
Oh...
[ Will's breath leaves him in a worshipful gasp. He holds Louis tightly in his arms, pulls him closer so he doesn't have to feel that clawing loneliness anymore. He wants Louis to think of nothing but how tight and slick he is, how his small body yields to Louis's large cock, how his soft lips are open for more kisses, how his arms drape around his lover's neck.
It's even better when Louis moves in a way that maximizes their contact, as if he can't abide even the slightest bit of distance between their bodies in this moment. Will understands; he needs to feel Louis's body pressed up against his, too, as he takes deep breaths and adjusts to the heat and the stretch and the pleasure of having his husband inside of him. ]
I... [ A shaky breath. ] I dreamt about this for so long...
[ through the months he knew he had missed Will's body, but he did not know just how much he missed Will's body until he was inside of him. Louis sinks further, into Will's welcoming embrace, listening to the soft moans and whispers of want, the way his arms loop over his shoulders and pull him closer, and then when they were close, somehow closer still. Louis finds that he doesn't want Will, but he wants him desperately.
there was some thrill when they were meeting during their feud that it was something dangerous and sinful, both of them aware that their tryst would end in tragedy. the times are gone in fine pathways of smoke, dissipating in the air, even as the candle burns still. now, there were no lies between them, just the beautiful and horrid truths that they had perpetuated on one another. somehow, that just makes Louis feel even stronger toward his king, that despite all of that ugliness, they were here together, still. ]
It's upon you. I'm here.
[ he says it as if he has to confirm it for himself.
for all of their couplings that had been heady and brimmed with desperation, Louis seems more language, as if he was gripped with something that wished to draw this out as long as he could. his hips move slow, a first, long thrust, a steady roll into his lover. each breath that comes from his parted lips is long, drawn in, slow to release. the place between Will's legs is warm, and he'd like to stay as long as he can.
his other hand pulls up Will's thigh until it grazes his waist, until they're close enough that he can feel his heart press into the embrace of his husband.
under the drape of his hair, he presses his mouth to Will's face, uncaring of whether or not he finds his lips. he does, eventually, and when he does he holds him there until they're both gasping for breath. ]
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and yet, here he was, leaning in and finding affectionate words for a king who defiantly, desperately saved him. it was not just Will's world that needed building, but pure rejection of the idea of duality. Louis had offered it in his own way, but a world monsters and bloody battle was not made of romance and fantasy.
his new husband is easily malleable, and from his bedroom eyes it's already easy to tell what's on his mind. ]
To think, we've been quite patient.
[ Louis takes a moment to admire him, his eyes closed and his lips parted, but he doesn't feed him just yet. he traces his lip from the center to the corner, as he seems to like to do, enjoying the soft shape before putting a jam-covered piece of sweet bread in his mouth. Gallica's already off before either of them can say anything, both of them a bit too entranced with one another to see her off.
not only did he not believe his the end of his prior ambitions would end in marriage, even less so did Louis Guiabern believe he would be feeding a lover on a flower-covered dais.
he hears someone whistle loudly at them, looking up directly at the noise that seems to be a very intoxicated Loveless. (somewhere in his brain he wonders where in any world that this uncultured half-wit became a candidate.) while he doesn't notice Louis' piercing gaze on him, Catherina picks up on it like a knife is held to Loveless' throat. she drags him down again, elbow around his neck and a curse on her lips.
"Don't pay attention to him, he's just an idiot!"
"Hey, shouldn't you be careful? No fights at the king's wedding!" someone hisses just above a whisper.
Basilio leans forward in his seat, clearly amused.
then Louis gets up and holds up his cup, everyone stills, as if holding their breath. ]
Come now, a wedding without a few good scuffles would turn out rather dull. A round for the winner.
[ it goes over well enough, with Loveless tumbling to the floor with a laugh that will surely be a few nasty bruises come tomorrow morning. it seems to put some ease to the room that felt that their way of celebrating may not be appropriate – well, times are different, now. ]
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Will can see on the faces of the guests who only know Louis by name and reputation, and never by his person, that all are somewhat impressed and astounded that the man is infinitely more relaxed than they expected him to be.
...Soon, everything settles again. Catherina is soon triumphantly enjoying the alcohol she earned as being the "winner" of the wedding brawls. Strohl seems to have found himself holding court amidst a gaggle of admirers; he looks flustered enough that Hulkenberg soon stages an operation to extract him from the crowd of noble daughters he seems to have somehow attracted. Even Eupha is tittering on a bench somewhere, swaying in the way she only gets when she's more than just slightly inebriated; fortunately, Edeni is soon by her side offering her water.
So it goes.
When the banquet has slowly come to a close and the woman who runs the castle kitchens darts out briefly to curtsy at her king before rushing back in to the fray, Will knows it is almost time to bring the festivities to an end. He turns and smiles at his beloved, his new life partner, rising to his feet and holding one hand out towards his impossibly perfect consort. ]
Shall we?
[ His voice softens, and he smiles. ]
...My love.
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while the guests finish their food and drink, both Will and Louis are whisked away to freshen up. there are a few outer layers that need to be changed, both of them need their hair attended to, and a breather to use the facilities before the next ceremony. Louis is somewhat used to this – court celebrations had always been long, and never entirely about person they're being thrown for, but certainly about spectacle. he's very good at spectacle. it's refreshing to see Will make it his own in all the small ways that he's excited, despite who wants to see them paraded, at the end of the day, it is theirs to claim.
they manage to sneak in another kiss before they leave to stand in front of Lady Gruidae, who awaits them in the garden under a flowered archway. this ceremony is far smaller, given the reasoning for it, but the Partisans are there, and quite a few of the elda from the village have shown up. Louis has more respect for the traditions of the elda than that of the church, and there is some private satisfaction in bringing them out of hiding and into the heart of Euchronia. to all there, the king is elda and the consort is clemar, but there are a few among the crowd that know the truth, that Lady Gruidae is marrying two elda.
she says something from the pages of a book that's tied back to ritual, knots their conjoined hands with ribbon at each passage. Louis isn't paying attention to her, his half-lidded eyes fixed on Will, who looks as if he has energy to spare. as each knot is tied, it reminds him of all the pain and joy it took them to get here – each one is a time when they met and parted, or when they tried to kill each other, or when they passed in the night, some nuance in their ideals not allowing them partnership.
there are drinks and snacks when it finishes, and they're sat at a table where some of the elda from the village offer their congratulations. somewhere between one person and the next, Louis tucks a white flower behind Will's ear before sitting back in satisfaction as the next person takes his attention. ]
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They have had the marriage that Will's mother and father were never able to have — not that they were not married in their own quiet way, but Hythlodaeus V never enjoyed a public wedding celebrated by the kingdom and blessed by the church, and in history's eyes, he died loveless and alone. The secrets of those white royal flowers are theirs to bear, now, and Will swears solemnly in his own heart that he will give the pure white blossoms a better legacy.
At last, the wedding festivities come to an official close. The celebrations will no doubt continue throughout the week, as holidays have been called for nearly every industry to be found in Grand Trad, but even the kings of Euchronia must sleep, and the party has lasted long enough. To bring things to an end, the kingdom's foremost songstress has arranged for a special performance: the gorgeous sound of Junah's voice rings out over the eaves of the city, reaching every corner, every window, every shaded alley.
Will is still humming her song by the time the king and his consort retire, at last, to their bedchamber — the one they will share for the rest of their lives, barring temporary emergency, cozy naps in the garden, or gauntlet runner adventure.
It's strange to think that he was sick in this same bed only not too long ago. Even stranger, now, to think that the selfsame Louis he once swore to kill was there tending to him, and is now his lawfully wedded husband. His gaze softens as he looks up at Louis, reaches up to touch his face. The action jostles Will's royal cloak from his shoulders; it crumples heavily onto the floor. ]
...My consort.
[ He pays the fallen garment no mind as he caresses Louis's fine cheekbone with his thumb. ]
Are you happy?
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still, the quiet feels nice.
there's no chatter to drown out the sound of the door clicking shut, or an echo of laughter so loud that he needs to lean closer to Will to hear his voice. it's just quiet; just the two of them. after loyalty, betrayal, death and ambition, here they were. there was always an intimacy that Louis felt when they fought, as if everyone else around the two of them faded away, and it was just the sound of their swords clashing. he feels that now, too.
Louis is impressed with Will's discipline, he half expected to be pressed into the frame of their door before they managed to get through it. the king has been quiet patient for someone who was at the door of the Charadrius not two days after their first tryst.
his expression softens somewhat as Will reaches for his cheek. ]
Moreso then I've been in a while.
[ that is the truth of it. Louis has been less troubled, and he doesn't know if it's because his ambitions have crumbled and he is no longer a slave to them, or if being by Will has made him content. it could be something with their magla, but he hasn't let his thoughts linger too much on it, perhaps one day he will.
when the cloak hits the ground, his eyes follow it, and he reaches forward to tuck his fingers in the loose hem holding Will's jacket together before tugging him forward. ]
... Come here.
[ his voice gets lower. ]
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The naysayers shall finally speak truth: Louis Guiabern will seduce the king tonight, less with honeyed words and his beautiful face, and more through the blazing resonance of their own hearts. As Will leans up to kiss him, it occurs to him that he truly has no doubts that this man, this man is his fated lover. Archenemy, archdemon, fellow elda spurned by the world and its cruel machinations, now turned husband and beloved — what more can Will ask for but the prospect of a life with Louis by his side?
As they kiss, Will works on Louis's clothing, too. He's almost loath to disturb the man's beautiful hairstyle, the way it's been artfully tousled and braided for the occasion — but he's generous about sliding Louis's collar open once he has the buttons loose, all the better for him to see the man's flawless body. When Louis moves to strip Will of his clothing in turn, the young king complies, shedding his layers, baring himself before his consort. ]
Louis...
[ They hardly need words, in this moment. Only emotion, raw and painful, exuding from the both of them in waves of powerful magla, taut enough to each affect the other. ]
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between now and the last time they had been in each other's bed, Louis had tried to kill will, and Will had come close to killing Louis, Louis had exploited him and tried to turn him into a human, Will had blindly blamed Louis for the Prince's condition, and then Louis tried to end the world. there had been a lot between them, pain and suffering, a clash of ambitions, and the struggle for a better world where they could only see one another. back then Will had blue hair, and their coupling had been entwine with power games.
there are no struggles as Will takes off his clothes, slides his hands against his skin and eventually bears his heart. he doesn't stop him. they are a far reach from what they had been a year ago – months ago – before Will decided to bring him back. it's possible that spell Will used had somehow entwined them in some way, or they were already that way, perhaps. Louis chases each touch with another kiss, pulling Will in by the waist and finding the soft spot beneath his jaw and then down his throat. there's so much clothing to take off, a layer of a vests and overcoats and cloaks, some neatly tied together with ribbon or some royal sigil that Louis discards with the rest of it.
after what seems like too much pulling and disrobing, he's finally sliding a warm hand over Will's bare skin, cupping the small of his back in his hand. it traces down his rear, over the shape of his thighs. a thumb presses against one of soft circle on his chest. there's the sudden desire to touch Will everywhere, but they have the rest of the night, and at least a day or two before they're beckoned back to the world of politics. ]
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He's hungry and he wants, he wants he wants he wants, but there's something good about letting Louis set the tone and the pace of their pleasure, tonight. In times past, something about the man was always distant, restrained; even in the throes of pleasure, Louis seemed as though he could not fully be himself, perhaps because that was indeed truly the case, so long as Will had no idea that he was a fellow elda in search of an equality he could call his own. Now — now, it finally feels as though Louis is letting himself desire more than just desire.
Was he ever so assertive before this? Even when Will showed up in his office, needy — even when Louis pinned him to a shelf and kissed him fiercely — was Louis ever quite like this? This unrestrained, this wanton?
Will shivers slightly, sensitive, as his husband's warm hands slide over his bare skin, claiming him; just one of Louis's palms feels large enough to settle on Will's pert ass and squeeze it firmly. The other hand, more exploratory, teases Will's chest; the young king jerks a little, arms tensing around Louis's shoulders. Perhaps he likes that sort of touch more than he himself has been aware. ]
You're so...
[ He feels dizzy already, swimming in lust. Louis has never been so needy.
Will leans up again, lips greedy for Louis's. When they kiss, he makes a point of stroking one of Louis's horns, feather-light with his fingertips at first, and then a little harder, raking one nail along the sensitive base. ]
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there's a pleasant huff that comes out of his mouth as Will touches his horn. ]
You're still fascinated, aren't you?
[ he sounds amused, and as if in retaliation, he gently pinches Will's nipple between his fingers. it's sweet how he's already stiff with want under his touch – well, it has been a while, Louis figures. it feels almost as if they were different people, then.
leaning down with his hair brushing over his shoulder and against Will's cheek, he hovers just above his ear to whisper. ]
Take them off at your leisure.
[ his last piece of clothing.
Louis had always struggled with his loneliness, because he never quite learned how to deal with it, as if connection somehow always alluded him. still, he doesn't feel as if it comes easily to him, but perhaps it comes more easily with Will, now. perhaps being with Will was less an indulgence and more a need.
Will's so lively under each touch, shifting beneath it and shivering when he likes something. they never really had that sort of luxury before, and Louis seems to want to use this to his full advantage – there must be plenty of things that Will likes, and he will find them. ]
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[ Will manages to breathe these words out before those damnable fingers tease out a gasp from him instead; he's deliciously sensitive in his nipples, it would seem, so much so that his cock is already just as ruddy and peaked as his pretty little nipples are, and his breath is starting to come uneven in his chest. Swallowing hard on his sense of dizzying arousal, Will does as he's invited to, and lowers his hands so that he can slowly pull off Louis's last article of clothing — his underwear, against which his cock is already straining.
Hearing the sound of Louis's undergarments hit the floor — seeing the familiar shape and girth of Louis's cock again — that alone is enough to make Will moan appreciatively as he takes Louis's cock in hand, feeling its heft, its warmth against his palm. ]
You... you're so beautiful.
[ It's not as though it's his first time with Louis's cock, not by a long shot — but the way he's focused on it right now almost makes it seem like it is. He tugs at it, slow and steady, just enough to stimulate — but his eyes are fixed only on Louis's face, seeking his reactions, his pleasure. ]
So eager for me... and only me...
[ Will their loneliness be sated if they tangle their limbs together? Will that connection burn brighter if Will turns his face upward to kiss Louis again? All things that he wonders to himself; all questions that he wants answered. Kissing, tugging slowly at Louis's cock. So fascinated. ]
I love it. I love you.
[ He reminds himself, with glee, that this is only the first of thousands of nights he will spend with his husband. ]
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the light touch is comfort, a heady pleasure that isn't too overstimulating, but enough to allow him to enjoy it without anything looming in the back of his brain. it's as if Will is getting reacquainted with his body on new terms, more equal ones then they were on before. ]
You and only you for quite some time.
[ it's an easy remark, but true. ever since that fated day Louis met Will outside the Charadrius, it's been that way. he hasn't take his eyes off of him, even in his madness. ]
And yet in every circumstance you've had saintly patience. Not even once have you shown up at my door. It must have been difficult for you.
[ but Louis understands, he knows what Will has done for his comfort as he grappled with the meaning of this new existence.
as much as Louis loathes to take Will's hand away from his hard cock, he also would rather the two of them be somewhere that would make touching and kissing all the easier. like he's done before, he slides an arm just beneath Will's rear and hefts him up enough to carry him over to the bed.
down, down Will goes, and Louis pushes his shoulder into the sheets, his hair draped to the side like a curtain. he kisses his temple, his cheek, and then down his neck before his tongue teases one of those stiff nipples. ]
It feels good, hm? That such reservations can now be damned.
[ (there is the possibility that they will be disturbed, but Louis knows where his sword is and he will have no mercy if an assassin surprises them on their wedding night.) ]
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[ Will is somewhat flustered, defending himself — of course he'd wanted to sneak down to Louis's quarters and beg the man for some love and attention, just the same way he'd done at least a half-dozen times before, when he was on the Charadrius — but that wouldn't have been the most fair and patient thing to do after requesting the man's hand in marriage, and he'd wanted to at least give Louis the space to truly think about whether or not being the king's consort was something that he wanted.
On some level, he knows that Louis knows this, too — but being teased for it just makes him so embarrassed! Oh, he was such a slut, going to Louis Guiabern's office to seduce him at every turn, and if the people knew that that was how their romance started...
...He can't get too lost in his thoughts, of course. Not when his beautiful consort is picking him up and then putting him down on the bed, prowling on top of him, obscenely sensual and somehow feline in the way he lowers his mouth and licks at one of Will's nipples until the king whimpers.
Will already feels aroused beyond belief — who wouldn't be flustered with Louis Guiabern's long-lashed eyes boring deep into their soul? — but he takes a moment just to look at his husband's beautiful face. Just to take him, drink him in. How beautiful he looks, his hair all to one side like this. Kissing him, loving him.
For a moment, Will just catches his breath, feeling dizzy with love. ]
Louis, I'm so lucky to have you...
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Will doesn't ask anything of him; perhaps that's part of what took him so long to process all of this. he's not certain how he earned this, or if it was something this was meant to be earned. how does someone like him receive such a soft type of love?
giving the stiff circle on his chest another lap of his tongue before leaving it to the chill, he crawls up enough until he can press his forehead to Will's, framing him in his horns. Will is pretty like this, with his hair spread over the bed, pink mouth open in a pant and heavy lashes over pale, liquid blue eyes. Louis had always found him desirable in the way he wondered what each soft curve of his body felt like, even after he had traced it over a hundred times.
what does he say? what does he feel, in this moment? ]
Let me show you how much I missed you when I was gone.
[ his hand slides down Will's center, tracing the line of his belly and dipping into his navel, just as it had when he was sick. this time he doesn't stop, instead going lower, lower, lower. a hand roves over those curves he likes so much, dipping between his legs and running his thumb up the inside of his thigh before finally touching between his them. he takes his cock in his hand, his fingers running circles along the wet tip.
Louis has noticed how aroused his new husband is already, and they've hardly gotten started. ]
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(He'd known. Even then. That the real reason Louis sent him away was not to pursue the Drakodios — not only that, at least — but because he himself seemed to realize that bedding Will would be his undoing. Will knew, even then. That they were both guilty of opening up too much to the other. That this was inevitable, in its own way.)
And yet — hints of that minx still remain. He does nothing to muffle his moans; each of them only encourage more of Louis's touches. He throws his arms around Louis's shoulders, pulling him, making sure he knows how loved he is, how wanted. Will isn't something he needs to earn, but something that will be his, from here on out, and for every day of their lives. ]
Louis... I'm gonna come...
[ He doesn't, though, despite saying that he will. Not yet, not so soon, with such gentle touches. But he looks as if he's close, wavering prettily, lips parted as if to invite more of Louis's kisses. His skin is so sinfully soft, every bit as soft as it always was when Will was in his lap.
He feels so good, wavering on the edge, and all because his beautiful husband pushed him down and touched him a little. ]
I'm gonna... ah...
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Will's limbs tangle around him, skin against skin, grasping against him with fingertips pressed into his back. as the king commands his body downward, he complies, kissing his open mouth with his own and filling it with his tongue. when he pulls back it's never that far, content to keep the heat between them, trailing soft, possessive kisses from his chin to his temple. there's something satisfying about pressing Will into the sheets, letting them both sink into the bed together. ]
You don't need to hold back anymore. Come as much as you like.
[ they have all night; a thousand days more; the rest of their lives. Will had waited so long, and he was so, so very patient, it seems cruel to make him wait any longer. ]
I'll make you come again, and again ...
[ it's not the same arrogant tone that Will had once boldly used in lustful challenge – it's softer, more patient drawl, with same warmth he had when he had thrown Will a soiree. Louis can fully wrap an arm around his back and to his chest, limbs entwine like snakes. smooth fingers gently pinch a once neglected nipple, giving it the same service as the other. more pointedly, Louis rubs his thumb against the slit at the tip of his sensitive cock, teasing it and smudging precum over the head, slick and hot to the touch.
he wants to see more of that expression, with his parted lips and wet mouth, mewling with pleasure. there's something captivating about it, perhaps knowing that this is the king, and this is how he looks when Louis touches him. ]
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How could he possibly resist? The sinfully perfect demon on top of him is promising to make him come again and again, and even King Wilhelm is only a man like all other men, in the end. It feels so good to give in to his consort's ministrations, coming hard and without hesitation right into Louis's hold; his mind goes wonderfully blank, in that beautiful way he only feels when Louis is the one touching him, tending to him, bringing him pleasure. Will is shaking as he comes down from the high, slim body arched in surrender, nipples peaked and pointed from the way Louis has tugged at them.
The look in his pretty blue eyes is blissful and blank; the royal seed staining Louis's fingers, thick and rich in a way that belies the way he's been waiting for Louis all this time. ]
Ah... oh, Louis...
[ Calling his name, so softly and desperately, as if offering a prayer to the one man who knows him best. ]
So good...
[ Blearily, Will reaches out to stroke his fingers down Louis's jawline. ]
I'm fine, you can... keep going...
[ There's a touch of desperation underlying his voice that gives away what his real game is, here. Oh, no, this isn't about him being "fine" — this is about him wanting. Craving. Needing to make up for all those days he didn't come down to Louis's room to paw at him after he'd just gotten out of the bath, even though he would have been well within his rights to, as the country's king. Making him come once won't be enough to satisfy him, not at all — though he is, unmistakably, satisfied. ]
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the arm around Will's shoulders turns him inward for a kiss, light, but promising, as if he's bringing him back from that blissful look. Will has a regal way about him, but Louis thinks he looks especially kingly with his clothes off, arched in his hands with his hair spilling behind him. something divine for him to devour. ]
Oh? I wonder how many times it will take to sate you.
[ Louis strokes him lazily, as if he's trying to urge every last drop from the king's cock. his fingers rest when he goes soft again, slick with cum and resting just above his thigh without a care to how sticky he may get. ]
Two times more? Five times?
[ there's a tease to his voice, playful in tone. ]
Rest, and then touch yourself for me.
[ he rests his head carefully against the bed, as his horns are still attached to his head. they'll come off eventually, but there's no need to rush. he knows that Will likes them.
there's something thrilling about the prospect of having a show when he's this close to the king, their bodies pressed together in some places, hair twine together in others. Louis has his arm slung beneath him, ready to pull him closer whenever he likes. ]
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For a moment, Will just breathes slowly and quietly, indulgent in the come-down, tingling pleasantly through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He turns his head to kiss Louis one more time, slow and sweet, luxuriating in how good he feels, how boneless. His newly-wedded husband's warmth and tender attention. The feeling of his firm, well-developed body against Will's soft, slender one is impossibly intoxicating.
For a long time now, Louis has not had eyes for anyone in the world save Will. Being the subject of that intense focus is overwhelming at times, but so satisfying, too.
Will does like the horns. Very much. He knows full well that his husband is another elda like himself — but even so, he likes the horns. He eyes them greedily as he seems to just stop and take in Louis, the whole of him, how beautiful he is, how attentive. Features more divine than any other man's, as if some great enemy of the Sanctist God thought it would be laughable to make him so beautiful as to tempt others toward damnation.
Mine, Will thinks.
When he feels like his cock might be able to stir once more, Will reaches down between his legs and tugs lazily at it until it slowly hardens, flourishing under his light touch. He seems to need a firmer touch with himself than he needs with Louis; in their previous trysts it was as though he only needed the lightest touch from Louis's palm to get going, but now he rubs himself vigorously, eagerly. The formerly sweet, undefiled prince is quickly growing into a more lecherous king by the minute.
Gazing lovingly into Louis's eyes, Will pleasures himself until his erection is full and hard once more, as if the sight of his consort's body in the nude is all he needs to spur his imagination onward. ]
Do you like to watch...?
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(perhaps he should feel more sore about that, but he doesn't. he can't find it in him to have any ill feelings toward will. he won; he was the better candidate. Louis never wanted to rule, even if he had a gift for politics and pretty speeches. no, he wanted to destroy.
now, though – now, what does he want?)
it's easy to press against Will, to coil his arm around his middle and press him closer, closer, closer. perhaps he will not be satisfied until they're touching from all angles, across the span of their bare skin, every nook filled. his bright eyes watch, attentive to Will's movements, half-lidded and heated, with his breath long and steady.
there's a moment before he responds, as if he's thinking through his own brief, limited sexual encounters. ]
Perhaps I do.
[ Will's swift, soft hands, grip tight as if he's holding a blade. yes, perhaps he really does like to watch.
his hand rests close to where Will is touching himself, just within the vicinity to offer contact, but he makes no more to join him. not yet, at least. Louis presses a kiss to his temple, lips parted and wet, then his cheek, the corner of his lips. the contact feels good. finally, his fingers crawl down the cleft of Will's thigh and between his legs, pressing gently to his opening. ]
But I also may not be able to help myself ...
[ Louis suddenly feels like there's so much of Will he hasn't touched – it's different now, not quite, but in some ways. a different Will, but the same, ready to be touched. ]
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Lazily, languidly, Will turns his head and kisses Louis as he tugs at himself. There's something about kissing that makes his the movements of his wrist slow down; his hand stills further as Louis's much larger hand joins it between his legs, only Louis's destination seems lower, closer to his more secret places.
Will's breath catches in his throat when Louis's fingers touch his opening, but then he doesn't press in. The king tries to keep his expression neutral, but it's clear that he's expecting more; at the same time, he's expecting this, too. Louis is cruel, and a tease. Of course he'd make Will wait. ]
Then give in to your impulses.
[ So soft, so simple, so unadorned. Will always has the simplest advice, in the way that most of the people he knows only need very simple advice in the end. Only — it's not quite advice that Louis needs in the moment, is it? ]
Touch me more. Everywhere you want.
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his hands are big enough that his fingers can curl between his legs, slide along the inside of his thigh and cup it against his palm. with a low hum, Louis, somehow, presses closer, the line of his body against Will's, his hard cock pressed up against his hip. Louis rolls against him lazily, heated and heavy. with some curiosity he fondles his balls against fingertips; they're soft, too. ]
You're so impatient, Your Majesty.
[ the words are warm, fond, but teasing. ]
... And your body is quite sensitive. Has it been waiting for me?
[ there had been longing, for months there had been longing, but it's over now. Louis finds he likes the idea of Will thinking about him in this room, before the waking hours, aching and lustful.
pointedly, he rolls from his spot at Will's side, and on top of him, his hair falling like a veil over them. now it feels as if the heat is purely between them, and their lips brush together as Louis speaks. ]
And all those impulses you crave?
[ sweet, sweet heat. he can feel it in his belly, and in his loins. Will wasn't the only one longing those months, either. ]
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[ Oh, he's longed. He's longed so, so much, and been so patient. Didn't even touch himself, even when Louis left him helpless and horny in his sickbed after a night of healing; didn't even think about succumbing to the temptation of coming down to Louis's room for a pre-conjugal visit, even though, as the king, he could have probably gotten away with something so scandalous.
There would have been a joy in that, too. In indulging in the sin of falling, immorally, into Louis Guiabern's bed once more. But — ]
I couldn't. I needed you.
[ Needed his love. Needed that love to be freely given. Needed Louis here because he wanted to be, in body and soul, and not just because he'd been swayed by the temptations of carnal pleasure. ]
Needed you here with me... touching me, seeing me...
[ His eyes are only on Louis; his cock and his belly and his hole are all alight with the fires of pleasure, and he needs more of Louis's touch, more of Louis's kisses. Even so, Will still sounds steady as he touches Louis's face and whispers: ]
Thinking only about me.
[ Oh, yes, he's impatient. So, so impatient, even as Louis sates him, straddles him, touching between his legs, his smooth thighs, his soft balls. Everything. The more Louis touches his body, the more Will's eyes glaze over, his gaze focused solely on Louis — his face, his body, his beautiful hair falling like a silk curtain around their faces. The alabaster column of his neck. ]
I need you, need you, need you...
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long ago he would've cursed himself for abandoning his ideals, but that past self never knew the warmth that came with Will's arms, even if he had imagined it.
then a part of him had been afraid that their relationship would become something that he could not control, that would turn him from his ideals. and so he never removed all of his clothing, never showed his heart, because in it, Will would have the advantage; he would know that he could be swayed. now, it doesn't feel so bad being swayed.
the king is pleading and glassy eyed, whispering about need in the heat between them. he feels heady on the sudden feeling of intimacy, and though they've done this before, it also feels as if they haven't. not like this. ]
You don't need to need me anymore. You have me. Allow me to show you how much.
[ have, now, and had, in the past. he had been desperate during their last confrontation, lost in loneliness and desire.
this desire feels far better, though.
somehow, he finds the little bottle rolling around on the mattress with them. there are wet fingers that press into him, stretching gently, but finding that Will is already relaxed and ready – that he most likely has been for the last week in anticipation. Louis was going to wait a little while longer, but how could he not be seduced by such sweet words? they have all night, and he's certain that this won't be the time that purely settles Will in for the evening.
his hand finds his cock, dragging along the length to keep himself slick, it would be a shame if a bit of friction turned painful. balancing on an arm above his new husband, he presses into his entrance, then inside, keeping his hips steady to take in the heat that suddenly envelopes him. the arm that he once adjusted himself with slides under Will's hips, arching him upward as he presses the rest of his body down to keep their skin pressed together. ]
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So warm. So sheltering, weighted above him, pinning him to the bed. It's funny, really — this isn't Louis's first time being inside Will — but somehow the king feels as though it's their first time making love like this. Is it the intimacy? The realness of it — the fact that neither of them are now wearing masks, and they no longer have reasons to lie to one another? Or is it just that tonight is their wedding night, and no one, no church or Sanctifex or God, could possibly forbid them now from joining in sacred union? ]
Oh...
[ Will's breath leaves him in a worshipful gasp. He holds Louis tightly in his arms, pulls him closer so he doesn't have to feel that clawing loneliness anymore. He wants Louis to think of nothing but how tight and slick he is, how his small body yields to Louis's large cock, how his soft lips are open for more kisses, how his arms drape around his lover's neck.
It's even better when Louis moves in a way that maximizes their contact, as if he can't abide even the slightest bit of distance between their bodies in this moment. Will understands; he needs to feel Louis's body pressed up against his, too, as he takes deep breaths and adjusts to the heat and the stretch and the pleasure of having his husband inside of him. ]
I... [ A shaky breath. ] I dreamt about this for so long...
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there was some thrill when they were meeting during their feud that it was something dangerous and sinful, both of them aware that their tryst would end in tragedy. the times are gone in fine pathways of smoke, dissipating in the air, even as the candle burns still. now, there were no lies between them, just the beautiful and horrid truths that they had perpetuated on one another. somehow, that just makes Louis feel even stronger toward his king, that despite all of that ugliness, they were here together, still. ]
It's upon you. I'm here.
[ he says it as if he has to confirm it for himself.
for all of their couplings that had been heady and brimmed with desperation, Louis seems more language, as if he was gripped with something that wished to draw this out as long as he could. his hips move slow, a first, long thrust, a steady roll into his lover. each breath that comes from his parted lips is long, drawn in, slow to release. the place between Will's legs is warm, and he'd like to stay as long as he can.
his other hand pulls up Will's thigh until it grazes his waist, until they're close enough that he can feel his heart press into the embrace of his husband.
under the drape of his hair, he presses his mouth to Will's face, uncaring of whether or not he finds his lips. he does, eventually, and when he does he holds him there until they're both gasping for breath. ]
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