[ there's a moment of soft control that makes him shudder, his breath drawing in through his lips and then out his nose as he contains the sudden swell of desire inside. Will's wet mouth on his thumb, nibbling and whining around it; the king obediently pausing his touching to heed the request.
the king with a glaze of pleasure in his eyes, so full that he looks as if he'd overflow.
Louis smudges some saliva across his lips, wetting his cheek. for as long as he had sat on the politics of power and domination between him and Will, he finds that it's comfortable to fall into a pattern of both: the bruises from Will's mouth still red on his chest, and now the king hanging by a thread as Louis tells him gently to wait.
a hand cups Will's cheek. ]
It certainly seems like long enough to be "always." There are things in this life meant to be savored, Will, and you are one of them.
[ Louis lets the robe fall from his shoulders, discarding it on the bed. he tips Will's chin up for a kiss before he rearranges himself to settle behind him, pulling his hips closer. there are more favored positions, but there is something inside him that stirs at the image of the king on his knees. he's already hard, rubbing the length of his cock up against Will's sweet hole. ]
You look beyond the point of waiting, but you're being so good.
[ before long, he's pressing inside of him again as if it's second nature, with a long, slow thrust. ]
He is a wise king, a gentle king, and he knows that his reign is one that will be marked by his wisdom and his love of peace. But even wise kings have their vices, and he is beginning to realize that his may be an addiction to the pleasures of the flesh. He's already so damn hard — so close to the edge that when he sees Louis disrobe he almost comes from the sight of him alone. His husband's beauty seizes him in a way that makes him lock up with desire, so obviously overflowing with need that he's deliciously submissive to all of Louis's requests.
So small, so soft, so pliant, so greedy... how can one man be this sweet? Will lets his husband kiss him, lets his husband take up position behind him — lets everything happen to him because he's so incredibly excited that he can't think of anything else but how badly he wants this. He's so obviously in need, nearly shaking with anticipation as that thick cock takes up position at his entrance, outright trembling as it begins to breach him. He moans loudly as it pushes in in in all the way to the place where he wants it to be, and — ]
A-Ah — Louis, L-Louis...
[ He's far beyond the point of waiting, but he looks so, so damn good — Will comes as soon as Louis pushes into him, and in a way that he didn't come before. He's trembling from head to toe as his orgasm rushes through him, as his cum stains the sheets beneath him and his slick, warm insides tighten around Louis's cock as if welcoming him in.
Such a sweet, sensuous body, deliciously and subtly curvaceous, all Louis's for the claiming, Louis's alone to conquer...
So good, Louis says, and the delicate thrill of praise makes Will feel as if he's coming all over again. ]
[ it is quite impressive how disciplined Will can be – keeping himself from knocking on Louis' chamber door for months, holding himself back from self-pleasure and simmering in anticipation. it's also quite lovely to watch him fall apart, to reap the greedy benefit of his own desires that had come to a head after so many careful steps. they've come a long way since Louis had beckoned Will into the office of the Charadrius with his own lewd intentions, back when they had to keep the secret between them.
it's satisfying to watch Will give into those desires, breathless and quivering, breaking apart on the sheets. they were careful, for so long, not to show weakness in front of one another, always playing a quiet power game. there's nothing left to do anymore than bask in the affection, and allow Will to fall apart without consequence.
there are other positions that are more favorable to the two of them, but Louis can't help but enjoy the view from where he is. the king kneeling in front of him, trembling in the thighs, gripping the sheets and whimpering as he comes. there's a fine curve in his back, and the shadow of his spine, the way he twists his pretty limbs against the bed, and the tangle of silver hair, softly matted, much like the rest of him.
Louis does offer him a moment of reprieve, but not much of one. ]
Is there enough for one more?
[ he asks slyly, dragging his hands from Will's waist to his hips, settling there to hold him still, allow him the freedom to fall apart as much as he'd like.
Louis starts slow, with long, deep thrusts. selfishly, he wants to enjoy Will like this, after a full night of pleasure, both their bodies sweaty after so many claims. it feels good with each squeeze, keeping his breath paced to the roll of his hips. ]
[ Will half-expects Louis to take him by the hair, as he's done on several occasions before, and not always with the best of intentions. Instead, those large, sturdy palms slide down his body towards his narrow waist, holding him by the hips, anchoring him in lust.
Louis is moving. It takes Will's breath away in the best possible way, the slick churning feeling of his husband's thick cock gliding back and forth inside him; he moves from pleasure to pleasure, coming out of the aftershocks of his orgasm into new thrills of ecstasy each time Louis's cock hilts deep or slides across a particular spot that makes him feel improbable pleasure thrilling through his cock and his belly through to the very tip of his tongue. ]
Yes — yes, always, for you...
[ They've been joined like this before, in different positions. One time, when their trysts were more guilty and they both knew that they had to kill the other eventually, Louis had had Will standing up, braced against his bookshelf, taking short slow thrusts that had Will trembling and falling apart. Another time, he'd tumbled Will into the couch in his office, spread him out there, pressed into him with a hunger that could have conquered him. Those were idyllic days, for them — and then Louis had grown cold, and sent Will away to Virga Island, as if he himself realized that the call of his own lust had become a liability to him.
(Perhaps he simply feared what would become of his black heart if he learned to love.)
But this, now — this position is exquisite. Will succumbs to Louis's cock, tensing and twitching around it and welcoming him deeper and deeper, falling apart completely, his expression lost to lust. He's drooling a little, but he doesn't care; the more he's fucked, the more heavily he sinks into the sheets, relaxing fully, lost in how good it feels to have sex with Louis Guiabern. ]
[ Will is light enough for him to keep hold of him, gripping his hips even if his knees slip, or his thighs threaten to give out. his new husband is tall enough that when Louis leans over him, lifts him to get a new angle, that tendrils of his long, blond hair brush against his back. as he leans in, he gets closer, leaning over Will in a haze, his breathes coming out at long pants that measure his thrusts.
there's no need to hold back anymore; those feelings of affection that bubble to the surface can be sharpened like a knife, much like his other emotions. the two of them had put each other through various types of hell already, and Will had already proven that he was strong enough not to die, no matter how they tried to kill each other. ]
Good ...
[ he says it as if he meant to add to it, but he can't, the words lose themselves in the breath of his throat. the king twitches around his cock, urging him deeper, soft and slick, and drunk on the desire. the pleasure pools in his belly, somewhere in his groin and feels hot. this isn't something he finds he wants to hold, even as his thrusts slow, he runs his fingers along Will's cock, up the shaft and along the shape of the head. with a deep breath he releases, holding his king up with one hand, pleasuring him with the other.
he had tried so hard to become the king through violence, but now he was the king through love. ]
[ It's as if the whole of Will's world has narrowed down to the cock pushed deep inside of him — how warm and slick it feels, thrusting in and out of him with livewire persistence. Will's knees have given out completely, but that doesn't matter when Louis's strong arms are holding him up. He's so consumed by pleasure that he can't think of anything else but how good it feels to be at his new husband's mercy; when Louis's long blond hair tickles his back, he shivers, tightening further, plunging them both into delirious ecstasy. Nothing could feel better —
— except for the rush, the addictive spark of euphoria he feels when Louis's hand snakes around his waist and starts tugging on his sweet little prick. He feels positively triumphant when he hears Louis exhale from behind him, long and deep and exhilarating in a way he normally never allows himself. The pleasure of feeling his lover come inside of his body, fill him up completely — the sheer euphoria of feeling something hot and slick around the rim of his hole, knowing that it's Louis's, all Louis's, and Louis is his husband now...
Even sex feels like a battle between the two of them, and Will loves the satisfaction of having Louis Guiabern on his back foot. It doesn't take long for Will to spill, once he knows that Louis has found release, too, and those insistent fingers between his legs have worked his own cock to bursting again — he grips Louis's wrist, tips his head back, moans his lover's name, and then he's surrendered again. ]
Louis — oh, Louis...
[ He's just so very pretty. Slim and nude in Louis's arms, holding Louis's cock between his legs so nicely. Hair tousled, a fine mist of sweat over his back, smelling sweet despite the tang of salt and exertion. All slim curves and yielding body, dripping wet and still ready for more. A king to be conquered, still kingly in his desecration.
He feels so, so good. Such perfection. So addictive, and it's only their wedding night. ]
I...
[ He shudders, tasting pleasure through all of his senses, leaning limp against Louis's arms. ]
[ when they had met in secret trysts before their nuptials, it was a secret based on timing: when Will could wander from his friends, when Louis could part himself from his ambition for pleasure, and when those two events crossed they came together for as long as they could before parting. there wasn't time to linger in each other's company when they were enemies, as the world outside their own demanded their attention. what happened between them was easy to push back, cover with the ongoing events of an increasingly chaotic world.
now that they have time for one another, Louis is finding that the new king is absolutely insatiable. while this is their wedding night, they've already coupled several times, and Louis still has the fresh bruises on his collar to show for it. there's a moment where he wonders, absently, how he's going to keep up.
it's still surprising to learn Will can talk and muttering soft affections that Louis still not used to hearing. he has to pull out before he can rearrange a limp Will in his arms, allowing gravity to press their sticky bodies together for the king to enjoy. ]
I'm still more used to having your blade to my throat than hearing you utter those words.
[ he's somewhat amused, but still self-aware to some extent. that loneliness is still hollow inside of him, but it will become faraway soon enough, it will just take time.
Louis Guiabern is not the sort of man who's used to being loved. ]
[ Newlyweds. They're newlyweds. The thought echoes in Will's satisfied, empty head as Louis pulls out of him, then rearranges their limbs such that Will is resting comfortably on top of his new husband.
The only way things could be more perfect would be if they could be wiped clean of their sweat... but there's something nice about staying sticky, too. Secretly, he likes the way Louis smells after a bit of exertion. ]
I could say the same to you...
[ Bleary-eyed and blurry in his vision, Will still isn't tired enough to drift off to sleep. His interest catches, instead, on the shawl of bruises he left on Louis's neck earlier. Tenderly, he traces their darkening shapes, marveling and what he's done to his lover. ]
You had so many chances to kill me at the opera house, and yet you didn't. You said I was hesitating... but I think you were, too.
[ And there may have been many reasons for that. Not all of them can be chalked up to love. Still, thinking back on all of it now... Will would like to believe that love stayed Louis's hand, then. ]
[ they're newlyweds, and there's more time tomorrow and the next to indulge Will in his seemingly endless appetite. the king is afforded some alone time with his new consort for consummation, of course, though he knows Hulkenberg and Gallica will want to see Will soon enough, as he's never far from their sight.
Louis tosses his hair to the side to make it more manageable as he settles down on the bed with Will sticking to him. now that they're quiet enough, he can make the time through the lightless windows. a deep darkness, pricked with the barest light of the moon, Louis figures it must be early enough in the morning for the sun to still slumber – they've been at it long enough that he lost time.
Will speaks of times when his hair was still blue, and the prince still slumbered like the morning sun. Louis regards him curiously; they had been working out so many of their own problems, that Will never asked him about his headspace before their grand finale. ]
Hn?
[ a hm turns to a purr in his throat. ]
Part of me was, perhaps. Until then, I didn't believe the elda still living after the massacre at the Sanctum wanted to leave the protection of their forest. I thought they would slowly die out, haunted and alone. When your boldness and poor planning brought you to my doorstep, I found myself proven wrong.
[ Will was something that not even his closest confident got his true thoughts on, not Fidelio, and not Zorba. ]
You were an anomaly to me, predictable yet somehow without restraint. At that time, I could not say that I was capable of any form of devotion, but you fascinated me to the point of madness. You held something I had lost long ago, simultaneously reminding me that I could never regain it, but holding some hope that it was still within me.
Both Fidelio and Zorba found my fondness for you unnerving, as if a decade of moving pieces would somehow crumble from your mere presence. Looking back at such a time, they were both correct.
[ he closes his eyes for a moment. ]
Selfishly, I wanted to discard my life's ambition and take you from your friends and travel beside you, yet I wanted to be the one kill you, too. Since I could not have the former, I had to settle on the latter, but the former remained a possibility in my brain, because you made many things seem possible.
[ Louis is confessing to so much... He does do this sometimes, Will thinks, only distantly registering the thought even as he thinks it. But the monologuing feels different today. In times past, he prattled on about his flawed ideals, about the state of the world, about the way it injured him. Today, Louis is talking about Will, and the way he began to fall in love with him.
Will listens patiently. Takes it all in. The low purr of Louis's voice, tinged with a hint of sleepy exhaustion. Perfection in his ears. This is the first time Louis has been so open with him, so vulnerable, and he's suffered so much, in his own way. The desire to kill Will because he could not bear with the thought of wanting him — Will understands that impulse more than what ought to make sense for his position. ]
...You have me now.
[ Aching in his heart, Will pushes himself up enough to gently cradle Louis's face in both of his hands. He needs — he knows that Louis doesn't need comfort, but he needs to comfort Louis, all the same. If he had reached out earlier, if he had thought about Louis's position earlier... ]
You don't have to take me from my friends. You can be by my side, and travel with me... You have me now, ever and always.
[ His eyes are intense and glimmer in the dim moonlight as he gazes at Louis with an affection that borders on ferocity. ]
[ when they were on opposing sides, Louis didn't indulge much, not to anyone, really. at that time he was secretive of his own vulnerabilities, thinking that they would somehow make him less capable. if he could somehow distance himself from his own pain, then perhaps that pain could not be used against him that pierced through so many layers of carefully placed armor. as he lies in his marriage bed now, he finds that it seems so far away, so futile, as strength came from the opposite.
even the archdemon wore little. ]
Yes, I have you now.
[ perhaps in all of that, he was desperate to connect with someone, and thought he could with Will. well, that was true – or is true – given that the king is now beside him.
he slips away, brushing his lips up against Will's palm before leaning over him, reaching just above his head for something on the side table. the king isn't kept in suspense for long, as Louis leans down to mimic what he had done just hours ago, tucking the same flower from the Eldan Sanctum behind his ear. ]
The world will never have all of you, but I will.
[ with a low voice, he leans over Will again, offering a brief kiss, like a promise, before settling beside him.
the bed is filled more fully with two on it, much like those long nights that Louis had settled around the king as he slept in sickness. there's even a slight dip where Louis lays, pulling Will in toward him. ]
[ Everything feels so warm and comfortable. So strangely familiar, and incredibly right. Will lets Louis reposition him, kiss him, tuck a royal flower into his hair; all of it feels good. The attention feels good. When they settle into bed, bodies pressed firmly together as if it would somehow wound them to separate for even a moment, the young king sinks completely into his creeping exhaustion.
Utterly satisfied both sexually and emotionally, Will leans his cheek against Louis's black heart, and finally, finally lets himself rest.
He wanted this so badly. Back when he was sick. It's his now — his forever. Louis is his forevermore.
The Senate is quiet. They do not call for an official meeting. A few silent messengers are dispatched in the dead of the night, but nothing is settled on quite yet. Louis's new position as the king's consort changes the trajectory of their calculations quite wildly, and in many ways, they never recovered from the loss of Forden. The Senate's best schemer now is the Igniter Consortium Head, but his position has grown more and more threatened by Brigitta's grabs for power, of late.
At least one decision is finalized, however. The Senate can come to no consensus but this — a familiar resolution which Will himself once made, long ago:
Louis Guiabern must die.
...In the morning, Will does not think about how the Senate must be scheming against him. He is freshly married, and he has just enjoyed his wedding night, and the giddiness of his nuptials is still at the forefront of his mind.
Still half-asleep, he snuggles up against his husband, outright rubbing his face on Louis's chest (his cheek slipped a little in his sleep, his nose is nestled against bare skin instead of that gilded melancholized organ now). His arm is resting comfortably in the dip of Louis's waist. He likes the way Louis's body dips into the mattress, too, though part of him wonders if they should get a harder mattress to better support his husband's big body.
It's warm, and nothing seems to be going on outside. Will lingers dreamily in the space between slumber and wakefulness, but the more he lays next to Louis, the more excited he gets all over again. Married, he thinks to himself gleefully. I've married Louis Charadrius. And the more gleeful he gets, well, the more the man in his bed can probably just... tell. That he's awake. He isn't moving, but he might as well be vibrating with excitement, the way his magla is leaking out of him: pure contentment. ]
[ it would be uncharacteristic of the Senate not to at least raise a hand against him. he had stood against them for years as a looming, undeniable threat, and now he's a threat again, like an infestation of snakes that just won't leave. now that Will as wed him, he creates another obstacle. he knows they must all be nervous, there were so many forced (and thus satisfying) smiles the day before.
Louis has been awake for a while, lounging like a large, comfortable cat who is in no rush to rise in the early morning. while as a soldier he has quite a bit of discipline, when he wishes to be rebellious, he takes the opportunity. there's no need to rush, and Will is only on the verge of waking, comfortable enough to be lulled back into sleep. the sun is already hovering over the horizon, saluting to mid-morning as both kings ignore its passage in favor of their own comfort.
he's part way through a passage in his book when he feels Will stir in earnest beside him, rather than shuffling and fading again. wordlessly, he sets the book on the table beside the bed, and without so much as a greeting, he pins his new husband beneath him, kisses him and has him again. their meetings were always guided by politics, and perhaps Louis is feeling a bit of refreshing rebellion in the freedom to have sex, sleep beside each other, and wake up that way in the morning. the faded memory of last night's events are solidified as he guides Will's legs around his waist once again. he fucks him again into the mattress, leaving no room for Will to catch his breath, until they're both feeling the linger of their orgasms.
it's not until afterward that he speaks. ]
You need something of sustenance to break your morning fast.
[ he sits at the edge of the bed, twisting his hair and tossing it over his shoulder to keep it from getting in the way of him finding that robe that he threw some were last night. ]
[ As always, Louis does as he pleases, and as always, Will finds it impossibly thrilling.
He was already — he feels a dirty little thrill just thinking about it — loose and waiting for his husband, so it's no issue at all that Louis has apparently been brimming with carnal desire for him all morning. It's incredibly arousing, actually. So easy, just so ridiculously easy for the most beautiful man in Euchronia to kiss Will awake and fuck him hard in the sheets until he's satisfied — until they're both satisfied. Morning sex leaves Will shaking post-orgasm, pleasantly breathless, with fresh cum on his belly and between his legs, hazy from the shift to hazy wakefulness to sexual pleasure to ecstasy.
...To a certain degree, the king is actually a little dazed and confused. (No good morning?! Just sex?! Is he going to want it like this all the time?! Ah, that might not be so bad... He might really, really like that...)
Not that Will is complaining. On the contrary, he can't think of anything more perfect than this. Oh, to be roused out of slumber by his husband's perfect body pressing him into place and then rocking perfectly into his own — to have his half-asleep, lazy brain pounded into waking alertness by the exhilarating rush of orgasm — and, indeed, to have nothing on the horizon because he has a solid week from work to enjoy his honeymoon...
He feels a little drained, but happy, too, and certainly wide awake now. Stretching languidly in the sheets, Will props himself up on his arms, rolling onto his stomach, his pert rear looking bouncy and ready for more on the mattress. He gazes at Louis's back fondly, though he himself isn't quite itching to get out of bed just yet. Not when he's got a sinfully handsome husband to admire.
Mmm... Look at him with that cute makeshift side ponytail...
Will's eyes are glazed over with mixed fondness and post-orgasmic contentment. He feels softly aglow. The nation's problems can wait until the afternoon. ]
[ there are still shadows of Will's fingertips against his shoulders, pressed down into his skin, like little prints for him to enjoy as he settles in morning wakefulness. the restlessness that he's woken with before seems more at ease, as if either the partnership or the sex has calmed him already (or perhaps a combination of both). Will had never been beside him in the morning during their brief, unsteady relationship during the tournament, and Louis knew that if he extended such a thing, he would not be able to let go. well, he certainly doesn't have to now.
the king is sprawled out playfully, butt-up and slim-shouldered, flush in all the right places, as if he knows that it's almost enough to entice Louis back to bed. ]
What would my king like to regain his vital fluids? I'm certain the kitchen will be ready and waiting to hear it.
[ Louis has never been above making a lewd joke or two. he finds the robe (without the sash, as that's still lost) and pulls it just over his shoulders, leaving the center open unabashedly.
there are still a few matters to take into consideration – these are his quarters now as much as they are Will's, so he'll have to move some of his own belongings from one room to another, as well as his own mark on the royal apartments. he's certain Will's friends will want to see him as well, but they can do that at their own pace, Louis selfishly has the king to himself for a while longer. ]
[ Oh, that's a beautiful sight to wake up to. The sex was a good thing to wake up to, too, but this — the sight of Louis luxuriating around the room in his open robe — it's enough to make Will crave even more of his consort's gentle care. He giggles into his royal pillow, shamelessly eyeing everything that Louis has to offer.
Mmm, it's almost as good as when he was the Archdemon... ]
Let's just... send to the kitchens for whatever they've prepared this morning. I'm not feeling picky.
[ A lifetime of eating at taverns and accepting the surprises of the inn's daily menu will strip any king of his pickiness, and anyway, the royal chef never disappoints with her selections.
Being king does come with its perks, and despite Will's sweeping reforms across the country, not much, fundamentally, has changed about the operations of the inner palace since the new king claimed his crown. Breakfast is still rolled in on a gorgeous silver tray by a matronly ishkia maidservant who once served in the Shadowguard and whose silence cannot be broken by Sanctist threats or Sanctist coin (staff of lower caliber simply would not be allowed to enter the royal bedchamber after the king's wedding). She exits just as silently as she enters, knowing full well that her king and his equally independent consort both prefer to serve themselves.
Will, who has by now gotten dressed in his own barely-tied nightgown, does not dive into breakfast head first. He instead plucks a grape off of its bunch and holds it out to Louis, his eyes alight with greed to press something to his gorgeous consort's lips.
Married, he whispers to himself. We're married.
It's still thrilling, in spite of the morning, and the night before. ]
[ neither of them are in a rush, and Louis seems content to be ready to send all away who would demand otherwise. his mere presence is a nuisance to those who would impede on the king, as now his consort is looming in the background, ready to menace anyone he finds irritating. it will make the Senate mad to have another obstacle to get to Will, along with many others, but Louis finds himself reveling a bit in the prospect of being a hindrance (possibly for the sake of it, depending on his mood).
the trays are piled with fruit, and Louis wonders, absently, if it's some sort of fertility thing. if the king were wed to one of his other suitors, there'd be expectations of little kings after their consummation. of course, neither Will nor Louis are equipped for that.
there's a grape pressed to his lips, and like so many foods that Will likes to feed him, he opens his mouth obediently to receive it. it passes his lips and he chews, opening his mouth for any other fruits that Will may offer. ]
Once we decide to dress, I'll call to have my belongings moved here. It will take several days of rearranging books and parchment, but I take it that you won't mind. The library that I've been curating the better part of my life will also belong to you.
[ so many books that Louis has chased after, gently saved from fires, bans and other moral panics orchestrated by the church. it's something very personal to him, but also something that he shares with Will, and trusts him with. ]
[ Will and Louis cannot produce little kings together (unless the mad part of Louis seizes him again and he devises some sort of spell which would make it possible), but the young elda seems content to hand-feed his husband his fertility meal anyway, passing grapes and apple slices past his husband's plush lips and into his pretty mouth.
It's not as though he hasn't thought about it. But Will has weighed the matter and decided that he has no need for heirs. When his time passes, the people can simply call upon the royal magic once more and elect a new king, and it will make no difference to the country if that king was sired of his loins or not.
Sometimes he thinks it would be nice, though, if for no better reason than to preserve some fragment of Louis's perfect face, his perfect body, his perfect hair and his perfect skin, into the future. He leans up to kiss his husband again —
— and stops short at the mention of the library. ]
You'd... you'd move it here? But then... Oh, Louis!
[ Emotion overtakes him, and the young king wraps his husband up in a passionate embrace. The library, to share a library — all those magnificent books he'd once eyed with a greed that bordered lust on the Charadrius — it's as good as having children together. He suddenly has a vision of a vast, all-encompassing palace of a library curated by the both of them for all the generations to come. ]
Louis, Louis...
[ He nuzzles into Louis's shoulder, his fluffy head shaking with the movement, silver curls tumbling this way and that as he rubs his nose and cheek back and forth, back and forth, against Louis's neck. He's so seized by affection that he can't think of anything else to do with himself. ]
[ there are not many things that Louis believes he must keep safe in the world, but books – the knowledge within them – that was worth every effort. the church had burned down their home village, shut down the mage academy, and scourged Euchronia to repress knowledge. to him, the lies had created a world cruel enough to want to destroy, all so he could start it again, but in Will, and in these books, perhaps there was something salvageable.
the king presses against him in a ruffle of soft night clothes, rubbing a happy cheek against his neck in a way that still feels new. absently, he presses a hand to his head, holding him there for a moment, enjoying the happy mumbles that he didn't quite expect.
he figured such a thing was a given. ]
We can curate the collection and decide what would be best for reproduction. With Junah as head of the academy, I doubt she'd refuse the material, even from me.
[ there's a quiet hum of curious approval as he pets the excited king. ]
There is no need to keep much separate anymore, especially such things of interests that we share.
[ he's fairly sturdy in response to Will's body weight pressed against him, he hardly budges. he also doesn't discourage him, as if the company itself, the breech into his personal space, is somehow much more welcome now than the usual standoffish military facade. ]
[ Surely it was a given to anyone with the wherewithal to think about it — but Will always seems surprised and delighted by nearly any token of affection that Louis sees fit to present him with, and this includes the proposal to fuse their libraries together.
The truth of the matter is also that Will doesn't actually have very many books that he can call his own. The small collection of literature he amassed on his runner makes up the most of it — what currently exists on the shelves of the royal library was curated by kings past. Even his father's collection of tomes was mostly stored in his office in the Mage Academy (so, they're now Junah's problem).
He's terribly, terribly happy. There's no better gift that anyone could have given him than this.
...The king seems quite intent on taking full advantage of that sturdy body Louis was blessed with, with the way he's leaning on his husband so heavily. They never got to be intimate in quite this way before this; never on the Charadrius, never in all the time that Louis has lived in the castle since his return. Once he's had his fill of petting and nuzzling Louis, Will pulls back a little bit, gazing at his husband in the most fond, besotted way, before leaning in for another kiss.
Louis tastes like fruit. It's delicious. ]
...I just knew I had to marry you.
[ Who else would understand him so well? Anticipate his needs, share his interests? It so often feels like he and Louis are simply two sides of the same coin.
He cradles Louis's jaw between his hands, cooing softly as he leans in for another kiss. ]
But will you give me a few more reasons to have done it...?
[ there's some amusement on his face, but he returns the soft kisses all the same. ]
You had proposed a political marriage when you first approached me. Sly, weren't you? You had more reasons than just that mulling in that head of yours. Still, I wasn't so different.
Perhaps we are the same in some respects when it comes to that.
[ they have, and do, share the same love of written texts, among other things. it was part of the intrigue of Will when he first met him – not simply an elda, but an elda who was literate and enjoyed reading. perhaps it intrigued him because they were the same, and he had never met another who had the same interests before.
Will says such things fondly, but Louis knows that when someone truly knows him, that he's not easy to deal with.
he thought he'd be in this room under different circumstances, but was brought here all the same. it feels strange looking back at his own misgivings, missteps, and vast loneliness. ]
You would have never agreed to it if I'd proposed to you as a matter of love.
[ Casual as anything, Will brazenly admits that he tricked Louis into marrying him — or at least lied about the premise of it — even as he leans his cheek on the man's chest as if to bask in his body heat.
He's sprawled out like a salamander, triumphant like a conqueror come to claim Louis as his spoils of war, and when he looks up, it's with the glint of a smirk in his eyes. His lips, at least, are polite enough not to grin, but Louis can probably see it in his smug little face anyway. ]
Just think — you could have won the contest for the crown, if only you'd reversed this operation, and seduced me into a marriage of love to hide that it was one for convenience. Now look at which of us is king.
[ this is why Louis likes him – the fearless way that he responds, the thought into the plan, the execution and flawless victory. the fact that he's right. Louis would have never agreed to it, even now, has he begins to explore what it means to exist beyond his own ambitions, he finds his feelings to deep to explore. he's getting better, certainly, but it takes time, and some learning.
there's a low, dangerous chuckle that comes from his throat. if he was any good at affection, he could've had Will with him at the end of the world. in a little game of power, he hoists Will onto the bed beneath him, spreading him out after the flip as he looms over him. ]
Rather proud of yourself, aren't you?
[ the curtain of his hair fans over his shoulder, curling into spirals on the sheets. ]
I have to admit your plan was rather ingenious. You somehow pinpointed the crack in my plan and turned it to a chasm.
[ Will doesn't lose that defiant smirk, even as he's upended into the mattress and sprawled out in the sheets again. Truly, he thinks, this is what he became king for. To alleviate the suffering of his people and liberate his country, yes — but also to lie back in the lap of luxury and have the realm's most beautiful man looking down on him in this moment. This is heaven, as far as he's concerned.
Louis's long hair tickles his bare skin when it spills over his chest. Will runs his hands through Louis's hair, jostling the impossibly elegant waves even further; as usual, it only spills artfully over the young king's fingers. Never a single hair out of place on his gorgeous Louis, even after a full morning of lovemaking. ]
Who wouldn't feel proud with a prize like you to enjoy?
[ He tips his head to the side for a kiss, though he doesn't quite lean his head up just yet. He wants Louis to lean down. ]
[ at that time, despite Louis' best efforts, Will had beaten him. he had to concede to him, live in the world that he wanted to create, as there are still deep seated beliefs inside of him about power. on the same note, there's some relief to it, that someone who was unmarred by the worlds cruelty could sweep Euchronia in kindness. Louis doesn't know how long it will last – as long as them, perhaps, since Louis is now another safeguard for Will's dream – but after that, who knows what radicalism the nation will breed.
perhaps someone else will come and try again – perhaps kindness will win, or it won't, without Will behind it.
the king wiggles underneath him and touches him up, tangling his soft fingers in his hair and whispering soft challenges to rouse him. it works. instead of leaning down to meet his lips, Louis presses his mouth to his throat, the little spot under his ear, as if he's having fun denying Will's wants after he had been so cheeky.
still, it's all in play.
well, until a knock comes at the door, and Hulkenberg's voice rings clear.
"It is not my will to rouse you on the morn of your wedding, my king, but there are those that wish to meet with you after your nuptials."
Louis hms into Will's skin, as if something had taken his willful consort by the back of the brain and is now quite ready to cause a little trouble for Will's favorite knight. ]
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the king with a glaze of pleasure in his eyes, so full that he looks as if he'd overflow.
Louis smudges some saliva across his lips, wetting his cheek. for as long as he had sat on the politics of power and domination between him and Will, he finds that it's comfortable to fall into a pattern of both: the bruises from Will's mouth still red on his chest, and now the king hanging by a thread as Louis tells him gently to wait.
a hand cups Will's cheek. ]
It certainly seems like long enough to be "always." There are things in this life meant to be savored, Will, and you are one of them.
[ Louis lets the robe fall from his shoulders, discarding it on the bed. he tips Will's chin up for a kiss before he rearranges himself to settle behind him, pulling his hips closer. there are more favored positions, but there is something inside him that stirs at the image of the king on his knees. he's already hard, rubbing the length of his cock up against Will's sweet hole. ]
You look beyond the point of waiting, but you're being so good.
[ before long, he's pressing inside of him again as if it's second nature, with a long, slow thrust. ]
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He is a wise king, a gentle king, and he knows that his reign is one that will be marked by his wisdom and his love of peace. But even wise kings have their vices, and he is beginning to realize that his may be an addiction to the pleasures of the flesh. He's already so damn hard — so close to the edge that when he sees Louis disrobe he almost comes from the sight of him alone. His husband's beauty seizes him in a way that makes him lock up with desire, so obviously overflowing with need that he's deliciously submissive to all of Louis's requests.
So small, so soft, so pliant, so greedy... how can one man be this sweet? Will lets his husband kiss him, lets his husband take up position behind him — lets everything happen to him because he's so incredibly excited that he can't think of anything else but how badly he wants this. He's so obviously in need, nearly shaking with anticipation as that thick cock takes up position at his entrance, outright trembling as it begins to breach him. He moans loudly as it pushes in in in all the way to the place where he wants it to be, and — ]
A-Ah — Louis, L-Louis...
[ He's far beyond the point of waiting, but he looks so, so damn good — Will comes as soon as Louis pushes into him, and in a way that he didn't come before. He's trembling from head to toe as his orgasm rushes through him, as his cum stains the sheets beneath him and his slick, warm insides tighten around Louis's cock as if welcoming him in.
Such a sweet, sensuous body, deliciously and subtly curvaceous, all Louis's for the claiming, Louis's alone to conquer...
So good, Louis says, and the delicate thrill of praise makes Will feel as if he's coming all over again. ]
Ngh, I — ah, mmn —
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it's satisfying to watch Will give into those desires, breathless and quivering, breaking apart on the sheets. they were careful, for so long, not to show weakness in front of one another, always playing a quiet power game. there's nothing left to do anymore than bask in the affection, and allow Will to fall apart without consequence.
there are other positions that are more favorable to the two of them, but Louis can't help but enjoy the view from where he is. the king kneeling in front of him, trembling in the thighs, gripping the sheets and whimpering as he comes. there's a fine curve in his back, and the shadow of his spine, the way he twists his pretty limbs against the bed, and the tangle of silver hair, softly matted, much like the rest of him.
Louis does offer him a moment of reprieve, but not much of one. ]
Is there enough for one more?
[ he asks slyly, dragging his hands from Will's waist to his hips, settling there to hold him still, allow him the freedom to fall apart as much as he'd like.
Louis starts slow, with long, deep thrusts. selfishly, he wants to enjoy Will like this, after a full night of pleasure, both their bodies sweaty after so many claims. it feels good with each squeeze, keeping his breath paced to the roll of his hips. ]
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Louis is moving. It takes Will's breath away in the best possible way, the slick churning feeling of his husband's thick cock gliding back and forth inside him; he moves from pleasure to pleasure, coming out of the aftershocks of his orgasm into new thrills of ecstasy each time Louis's cock hilts deep or slides across a particular spot that makes him feel improbable pleasure thrilling through his cock and his belly through to the very tip of his tongue. ]
Yes — yes, always, for you...
[ They've been joined like this before, in different positions. One time, when their trysts were more guilty and they both knew that they had to kill the other eventually, Louis had had Will standing up, braced against his bookshelf, taking short slow thrusts that had Will trembling and falling apart. Another time, he'd tumbled Will into the couch in his office, spread him out there, pressed into him with a hunger that could have conquered him. Those were idyllic days, for them — and then Louis had grown cold, and sent Will away to Virga Island, as if he himself realized that the call of his own lust had become a liability to him.
(Perhaps he simply feared what would become of his black heart if he learned to love.)
But this, now — this position is exquisite. Will succumbs to Louis's cock, tensing and twitching around it and welcoming him deeper and deeper, falling apart completely, his expression lost to lust. He's drooling a little, but he doesn't care; the more he's fucked, the more heavily he sinks into the sheets, relaxing fully, lost in how good it feels to have sex with Louis Guiabern. ]
You f-feel... so good — ah —
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there's no need to hold back anymore; those feelings of affection that bubble to the surface can be sharpened like a knife, much like his other emotions. the two of them had put each other through various types of hell already, and Will had already proven that he was strong enough not to die, no matter how they tried to kill each other. ]
Good ...
[ he says it as if he meant to add to it, but he can't, the words lose themselves in the breath of his throat. the king twitches around his cock, urging him deeper, soft and slick, and drunk on the desire. the pleasure pools in his belly, somewhere in his groin and feels hot. this isn't something he finds he wants to hold, even as his thrusts slow, he runs his fingers along Will's cock, up the shaft and along the shape of the head. with a deep breath he releases, holding his king up with one hand, pleasuring him with the other.
he had tried so hard to become the king through violence, but now he was the king through love. ]
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— except for the rush, the addictive spark of euphoria he feels when Louis's hand snakes around his waist and starts tugging on his sweet little prick. He feels positively triumphant when he hears Louis exhale from behind him, long and deep and exhilarating in a way he normally never allows himself. The pleasure of feeling his lover come inside of his body, fill him up completely — the sheer euphoria of feeling something hot and slick around the rim of his hole, knowing that it's Louis's, all Louis's, and Louis is his husband now...
Even sex feels like a battle between the two of them, and Will loves the satisfaction of having Louis Guiabern on his back foot. It doesn't take long for Will to spill, once he knows that Louis has found release, too, and those insistent fingers between his legs have worked his own cock to bursting again — he grips Louis's wrist, tips his head back, moans his lover's name, and then he's surrendered again. ]
Louis — oh, Louis...
[ He's just so very pretty. Slim and nude in Louis's arms, holding Louis's cock between his legs so nicely. Hair tousled, a fine mist of sweat over his back, smelling sweet despite the tang of salt and exertion. All slim curves and yielding body, dripping wet and still ready for more. A king to be conquered, still kingly in his desecration.
He feels so, so good. Such perfection. So addictive, and it's only their wedding night. ]
I...
[ He shudders, tasting pleasure through all of his senses, leaning limp against Louis's arms. ]
I love you so much...
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now that they have time for one another, Louis is finding that the new king is absolutely insatiable. while this is their wedding night, they've already coupled several times, and Louis still has the fresh bruises on his collar to show for it. there's a moment where he wonders, absently, how he's going to keep up.
it's still surprising to learn Will can talk and muttering soft affections that Louis still not used to hearing. he has to pull out before he can rearrange a limp Will in his arms, allowing gravity to press their sticky bodies together for the king to enjoy. ]
I'm still more used to having your blade to my throat than hearing you utter those words.
[ he's somewhat amused, but still self-aware to some extent. that loneliness is still hollow inside of him, but it will become faraway soon enough, it will just take time.
Louis Guiabern is not the sort of man who's used to being loved. ]
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The only way things could be more perfect would be if they could be wiped clean of their sweat... but there's something nice about staying sticky, too. Secretly, he likes the way Louis smells after a bit of exertion. ]
I could say the same to you...
[ Bleary-eyed and blurry in his vision, Will still isn't tired enough to drift off to sleep. His interest catches, instead, on the shawl of bruises he left on Louis's neck earlier. Tenderly, he traces their darkening shapes, marveling and what he's done to his lover. ]
You had so many chances to kill me at the opera house, and yet you didn't. You said I was hesitating... but I think you were, too.
[ And there may have been many reasons for that. Not all of them can be chalked up to love. Still, thinking back on all of it now... Will would like to believe that love stayed Louis's hand, then. ]
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Louis tosses his hair to the side to make it more manageable as he settles down on the bed with Will sticking to him. now that they're quiet enough, he can make the time through the lightless windows. a deep darkness, pricked with the barest light of the moon, Louis figures it must be early enough in the morning for the sun to still slumber – they've been at it long enough that he lost time.
Will speaks of times when his hair was still blue, and the prince still slumbered like the morning sun. Louis regards him curiously; they had been working out so many of their own problems, that Will never asked him about his headspace before their grand finale. ]
Hn?
[ a hm turns to a purr in his throat. ]
Part of me was, perhaps. Until then, I didn't believe the elda still living after the massacre at the Sanctum wanted to leave the protection of their forest. I thought they would slowly die out, haunted and alone. When your boldness and poor planning brought you to my doorstep, I found myself proven wrong.
[ Will was something that not even his closest confident got his true thoughts on, not Fidelio, and not Zorba. ]
You were an anomaly to me, predictable yet somehow without restraint. At that time, I could not say that I was capable of any form of devotion, but you fascinated me to the point of madness. You held something I had lost long ago, simultaneously reminding me that I could never regain it, but holding some hope that it was still within me.
Both Fidelio and Zorba found my fondness for you unnerving, as if a decade of moving pieces would somehow crumble from your mere presence. Looking back at such a time, they were both correct.
[ he closes his eyes for a moment. ]
Selfishly, I wanted to discard my life's ambition and take you from your friends and travel beside you, yet I wanted to be the one kill you, too. Since I could not have the former, I had to settle on the latter, but the former remained a possibility in my brain, because you made many things seem possible.
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Will listens patiently. Takes it all in. The low purr of Louis's voice, tinged with a hint of sleepy exhaustion. Perfection in his ears. This is the first time Louis has been so open with him, so vulnerable, and he's suffered so much, in his own way. The desire to kill Will because he could not bear with the thought of wanting him — Will understands that impulse more than what ought to make sense for his position. ]
...You have me now.
[ Aching in his heart, Will pushes himself up enough to gently cradle Louis's face in both of his hands. He needs — he knows that Louis doesn't need comfort, but he needs to comfort Louis, all the same. If he had reached out earlier, if he had thought about Louis's position earlier... ]
You don't have to take me from my friends. You can be by my side, and travel with me... You have me now, ever and always.
[ His eyes are intense and glimmer in the dim moonlight as he gazes at Louis with an affection that borders on ferocity. ]
I love you, Louis.
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even the archdemon wore little. ]
Yes, I have you now.
[ perhaps in all of that, he was desperate to connect with someone, and thought he could with Will. well, that was true – or is true – given that the king is now beside him.
he slips away, brushing his lips up against Will's palm before leaning over him, reaching just above his head for something on the side table. the king isn't kept in suspense for long, as Louis leans down to mimic what he had done just hours ago, tucking the same flower from the Eldan Sanctum behind his ear. ]
The world will never have all of you, but I will.
[ with a low voice, he leans over Will again, offering a brief kiss, like a promise, before settling beside him.
the bed is filled more fully with two on it, much like those long nights that Louis had settled around the king as he slept in sickness. there's even a slight dip where Louis lays, pulling Will in toward him. ]
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Utterly satisfied both sexually and emotionally, Will leans his cheek against Louis's black heart, and finally, finally lets himself rest.
He wanted this so badly. Back when he was sick. It's his now — his forever. Louis is his forevermore.
The Senate is quiet. They do not call for an official meeting. A few silent messengers are dispatched in the dead of the night, but nothing is settled on quite yet. Louis's new position as the king's consort changes the trajectory of their calculations quite wildly, and in many ways, they never recovered from the loss of Forden. The Senate's best schemer now is the Igniter Consortium Head, but his position has grown more and more threatened by Brigitta's grabs for power, of late.
At least one decision is finalized, however. The Senate can come to no consensus but this — a familiar resolution which Will himself once made, long ago:
Louis Guiabern must die.
...In the morning, Will does not think about how the Senate must be scheming against him. He is freshly married, and he has just enjoyed his wedding night, and the giddiness of his nuptials is still at the forefront of his mind.
Still half-asleep, he snuggles up against his husband, outright rubbing his face on Louis's chest (his cheek slipped a little in his sleep, his nose is nestled against bare skin instead of that gilded melancholized organ now). His arm is resting comfortably in the dip of Louis's waist. He likes the way Louis's body dips into the mattress, too, though part of him wonders if they should get a harder mattress to better support his husband's big body.
It's warm, and nothing seems to be going on outside. Will lingers dreamily in the space between slumber and wakefulness, but the more he lays next to Louis, the more excited he gets all over again. Married, he thinks to himself gleefully. I've married Louis Charadrius. And the more gleeful he gets, well, the more the man in his bed can probably just... tell. That he's awake. He isn't moving, but he might as well be vibrating with excitement, the way his magla is leaking out of him: pure contentment. ]
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Louis has been awake for a while, lounging like a large, comfortable cat who is in no rush to rise in the early morning. while as a soldier he has quite a bit of discipline, when he wishes to be rebellious, he takes the opportunity. there's no need to rush, and Will is only on the verge of waking, comfortable enough to be lulled back into sleep. the sun is already hovering over the horizon, saluting to mid-morning as both kings ignore its passage in favor of their own comfort.
he's part way through a passage in his book when he feels Will stir in earnest beside him, rather than shuffling and fading again. wordlessly, he sets the book on the table beside the bed, and without so much as a greeting, he pins his new husband beneath him, kisses him and has him again. their meetings were always guided by politics, and perhaps Louis is feeling a bit of refreshing rebellion in the freedom to have sex, sleep beside each other, and wake up that way in the morning. the faded memory of last night's events are solidified as he guides Will's legs around his waist once again. he fucks him again into the mattress, leaving no room for Will to catch his breath, until they're both feeling the linger of their orgasms.
it's not until afterward that he speaks. ]
You need something of sustenance to break your morning fast.
[ he sits at the edge of the bed, twisting his hair and tossing it over his shoulder to keep it from getting in the way of him finding that robe that he threw some were last night. ]
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He was already — he feels a dirty little thrill just thinking about it — loose and waiting for his husband, so it's no issue at all that Louis has apparently been brimming with carnal desire for him all morning. It's incredibly arousing, actually. So easy, just so ridiculously easy for the most beautiful man in Euchronia to kiss Will awake and fuck him hard in the sheets until he's satisfied — until they're both satisfied. Morning sex leaves Will shaking post-orgasm, pleasantly breathless, with fresh cum on his belly and between his legs, hazy from the shift to hazy wakefulness to sexual pleasure to ecstasy.
...To a certain degree, the king is actually a little dazed and confused. (No good morning?! Just sex?! Is he going to want it like this all the time?! Ah, that might not be so bad... He might really, really like that...)
Not that Will is complaining. On the contrary, he can't think of anything more perfect than this. Oh, to be roused out of slumber by his husband's perfect body pressing him into place and then rocking perfectly into his own — to have his half-asleep, lazy brain pounded into waking alertness by the exhilarating rush of orgasm — and, indeed, to have nothing on the horizon because he has a solid week from work to enjoy his honeymoon...
He feels a little drained, but happy, too, and certainly wide awake now. Stretching languidly in the sheets, Will props himself up on his arms, rolling onto his stomach, his pert rear looking bouncy and ready for more on the mattress. He gazes at Louis's back fondly, though he himself isn't quite itching to get out of bed just yet. Not when he's got a sinfully handsome husband to admire.
Mmm... Look at him with that cute makeshift side ponytail...
Will's eyes are glazed over with mixed fondness and post-orgasmic contentment. He feels softly aglow. The nation's problems can wait until the afternoon. ]
Should we call the kitchen staff for breakfast?
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the king is sprawled out playfully, butt-up and slim-shouldered, flush in all the right places, as if he knows that it's almost enough to entice Louis back to bed. ]
What would my king like to regain his vital fluids? I'm certain the kitchen will be ready and waiting to hear it.
[ Louis has never been above making a lewd joke or two. he finds the robe (without the sash, as that's still lost) and pulls it just over his shoulders, leaving the center open unabashedly.
there are still a few matters to take into consideration – these are his quarters now as much as they are Will's, so he'll have to move some of his own belongings from one room to another, as well as his own mark on the royal apartments. he's certain Will's friends will want to see him as well, but they can do that at their own pace, Louis selfishly has the king to himself for a while longer. ]
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Mmm, it's almost as good as when he was the Archdemon... ]
Let's just... send to the kitchens for whatever they've prepared this morning. I'm not feeling picky.
[ A lifetime of eating at taverns and accepting the surprises of the inn's daily menu will strip any king of his pickiness, and anyway, the royal chef never disappoints with her selections.
Being king does come with its perks, and despite Will's sweeping reforms across the country, not much, fundamentally, has changed about the operations of the inner palace since the new king claimed his crown. Breakfast is still rolled in on a gorgeous silver tray by a matronly ishkia maidservant who once served in the Shadowguard and whose silence cannot be broken by Sanctist threats or Sanctist coin (staff of lower caliber simply would not be allowed to enter the royal bedchamber after the king's wedding). She exits just as silently as she enters, knowing full well that her king and his equally independent consort both prefer to serve themselves.
Will, who has by now gotten dressed in his own barely-tied nightgown, does not dive into breakfast head first. He instead plucks a grape off of its bunch and holds it out to Louis, his eyes alight with greed to press something to his gorgeous consort's lips.
Married, he whispers to himself. We're married.
It's still thrilling, in spite of the morning, and the night before. ]
Say "ah"...?
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the trays are piled with fruit, and Louis wonders, absently, if it's some sort of fertility thing. if the king were wed to one of his other suitors, there'd be expectations of little kings after their consummation. of course, neither Will nor Louis are equipped for that.
there's a grape pressed to his lips, and like so many foods that Will likes to feed him, he opens his mouth obediently to receive it. it passes his lips and he chews, opening his mouth for any other fruits that Will may offer. ]
Once we decide to dress, I'll call to have my belongings moved here. It will take several days of rearranging books and parchment, but I take it that you won't mind. The library that I've been curating the better part of my life will also belong to you.
[ so many books that Louis has chased after, gently saved from fires, bans and other moral panics orchestrated by the church. it's something very personal to him, but also something that he shares with Will, and trusts him with. ]
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It's not as though he hasn't thought about it. But Will has weighed the matter and decided that he has no need for heirs. When his time passes, the people can simply call upon the royal magic once more and elect a new king, and it will make no difference to the country if that king was sired of his loins or not.
Sometimes he thinks it would be nice, though, if for no better reason than to preserve some fragment of Louis's perfect face, his perfect body, his perfect hair and his perfect skin, into the future. He leans up to kiss his husband again —
— and stops short at the mention of the library. ]
You'd... you'd move it here? But then... Oh, Louis!
[ Emotion overtakes him, and the young king wraps his husband up in a passionate embrace. The library, to share a library — all those magnificent books he'd once eyed with a greed that bordered lust on the Charadrius — it's as good as having children together. He suddenly has a vision of a vast, all-encompassing palace of a library curated by the both of them for all the generations to come. ]
Louis, Louis...
[ He nuzzles into Louis's shoulder, his fluffy head shaking with the movement, silver curls tumbling this way and that as he rubs his nose and cheek back and forth, back and forth, against Louis's neck. He's so seized by affection that he can't think of anything else to do with himself. ]
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the king presses against him in a ruffle of soft night clothes, rubbing a happy cheek against his neck in a way that still feels new. absently, he presses a hand to his head, holding him there for a moment, enjoying the happy mumbles that he didn't quite expect.
he figured such a thing was a given. ]
We can curate the collection and decide what would be best for reproduction. With Junah as head of the academy, I doubt she'd refuse the material, even from me.
[ there's a quiet hum of curious approval as he pets the excited king. ]
There is no need to keep much separate anymore, especially such things of interests that we share.
[ he's fairly sturdy in response to Will's body weight pressed against him, he hardly budges. he also doesn't discourage him, as if the company itself, the breech into his personal space, is somehow much more welcome now than the usual standoffish military facade. ]
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The truth of the matter is also that Will doesn't actually have very many books that he can call his own. The small collection of literature he amassed on his runner makes up the most of it — what currently exists on the shelves of the royal library was curated by kings past. Even his father's collection of tomes was mostly stored in his office in the Mage Academy (so, they're now Junah's problem).
He's terribly, terribly happy. There's no better gift that anyone could have given him than this.
...The king seems quite intent on taking full advantage of that sturdy body Louis was blessed with, with the way he's leaning on his husband so heavily. They never got to be intimate in quite this way before this; never on the Charadrius, never in all the time that Louis has lived in the castle since his return. Once he's had his fill of petting and nuzzling Louis, Will pulls back a little bit, gazing at his husband in the most fond, besotted way, before leaning in for another kiss.
Louis tastes like fruit. It's delicious. ]
...I just knew I had to marry you.
[ Who else would understand him so well? Anticipate his needs, share his interests? It so often feels like he and Louis are simply two sides of the same coin.
He cradles Louis's jaw between his hands, cooing softly as he leans in for another kiss. ]
But will you give me a few more reasons to have done it...?
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You had proposed a political marriage when you first approached me. Sly, weren't you? You had more reasons than just that mulling in that head of yours. Still, I wasn't so different.
Perhaps we are the same in some respects when it comes to that.
[ they have, and do, share the same love of written texts, among other things. it was part of the intrigue of Will when he first met him – not simply an elda, but an elda who was literate and enjoyed reading. perhaps it intrigued him because they were the same, and he had never met another who had the same interests before.
Will says such things fondly, but Louis knows that when someone truly knows him, that he's not easy to deal with.
he thought he'd be in this room under different circumstances, but was brought here all the same. it feels strange looking back at his own misgivings, missteps, and vast loneliness. ]
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[ Casual as anything, Will brazenly admits that he tricked Louis into marrying him — or at least lied about the premise of it — even as he leans his cheek on the man's chest as if to bask in his body heat.
He's sprawled out like a salamander, triumphant like a conqueror come to claim Louis as his spoils of war, and when he looks up, it's with the glint of a smirk in his eyes. His lips, at least, are polite enough not to grin, but Louis can probably see it in his smug little face anyway. ]
Just think — you could have won the contest for the crown, if only you'd reversed this operation, and seduced me into a marriage of love to hide that it was one for convenience. Now look at which of us is king.
[ Cheeky brat. ]
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there's a low, dangerous chuckle that comes from his throat. if he was any good at affection, he could've had Will with him at the end of the world. in a little game of power, he hoists Will onto the bed beneath him, spreading him out after the flip as he looms over him. ]
Rather proud of yourself, aren't you?
[ the curtain of his hair fans over his shoulder, curling into spirals on the sheets. ]
I have to admit your plan was rather ingenious. You somehow pinpointed the crack in my plan and turned it to a chasm.
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Louis's long hair tickles his bare skin when it spills over his chest. Will runs his hands through Louis's hair, jostling the impossibly elegant waves even further; as usual, it only spills artfully over the young king's fingers. Never a single hair out of place on his gorgeous Louis, even after a full morning of lovemaking. ]
Who wouldn't feel proud with a prize like you to enjoy?
[ He tips his head to the side for a kiss, though he doesn't quite lean his head up just yet. He wants Louis to lean down. ]
I've wanted you this whole time.
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perhaps someone else will come and try again – perhaps kindness will win, or it won't, without Will behind it.
the king wiggles underneath him and touches him up, tangling his soft fingers in his hair and whispering soft challenges to rouse him. it works. instead of leaning down to meet his lips, Louis presses his mouth to his throat, the little spot under his ear, as if he's having fun denying Will's wants after he had been so cheeky.
still, it's all in play.
well, until a knock comes at the door, and Hulkenberg's voice rings clear.
"It is not my will to rouse you on the morn of your wedding, my king, but there are those that wish to meet with you after your nuptials."
Louis hms into Will's skin, as if something had taken his willful consort by the back of the brain and is now quite ready to cause a little trouble for Will's favorite knight. ]
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