Log: Questions and answers
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eskil_douglas[Summary: Eskil and Vincent are spending time at Esse's, both working and some writing, when the Swede is distracted by a nagging thought. They talk it out and then head for bed.]
[Warnings: NSFW, sex happens. Some self-esteem issues,]
It isn’t working. No matter how much Eskil stares at the half-filled page of scrabbling he can’t come up with another word - and since his writing has come to a slump he steals glances at Vincent who’s working beside him in Eskil’s cosy parlour, a question slowly beginning to take shape in his mind.
Vincent is lost in a soap advertisement--thinking about how best to talk about cleanliness without mentioning anything sordid--when he feels Esse’s glances. The young Swede clearly isn’t especially focused on his work. Vincent looks up and gives the young man a smile. “Are you alright, sweet thing?”
“Yes, of course,” Eskil says, looking away with a blush at having been caught. “I’m just not getting anywhere with this,” he says, gesturing to his notebook.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart…” Vincent says, putting his pen down, “Would you like to take a break? We could have a cuddle? And a drink?”
“A break would be nice,” Eskil says, putting his work down and getting up to walk over to the drinks cabinet, “what kind of drink would you like?” he asks, still working over the question nagging at the back of his mind.
“Do you have any whiskey?” Vincent asks, watching Esse as he goes. There’s an expression on his face that tells something more than writer’s block, something more than mere frustration...and Vincent is starting to learn how much the poor boy frets about everything. “Are you...OK, sweet thing?” he dares to ask, giving Eskil a concerned look.
“I do,” Eskil says and pours them each a glass before returning to the settee, holding out Vincent’s glass for him to take. “I’m fine... it’s just...” he shrugs and takes a sip of the whiskey.
Vincent takes his glass, and wraps his free arm around Esse, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Tell me, sweet darling. What’s on your mind?”
How to ask? Eskil wonders, taking another sip and sighing. “What if I said I wanted to go upstairs and share my bed with you right now?” he asks, but by the tone of his voice it’s clear it’s not an offer but rather something else.
Vincent quirks a brow at that, a little confused as he replies: “I would...say yes? And...sleep with you?” His voice is slow, deliberately so as he watches Eskil’s expression.
There’s a frown of confusion taking place on Eskil’s face. “Then... then I don’t get it, Vincent. It doesn’t make sense.”
“What doesn’t make sense, Esse?” Vincent asks, quietly, giving Eskil’s shoulder another gentle, reassuring squeeze.
“... why do you never ask?” Eskil says, grey eyes studying his lover as if he was trying to piece together a puzzle and failing.
“Ask for w-...” Vincent starts, before trailing off, realising Esse’s meaning, “You mean, why do I never ask you to go to bed? I must have done, surely?”
Eskil shakes his head. “No... it’s always me who... have I done something wrong, Vincent? I... I don’t want this to be just on my terms you know?”
Vincent’s heart breaks at those words and he puts his drink down to place a hand on Esse’s leg, looking into those sad grey eyes as he replies: “No, no, sweet darling, you haven’t done anything wrong, I promise you. I just...I...hmmphh…” he says, trailing off with a sigh.
Eskil reaches out with his free hand to stroke through Vincent’s beard and gently cup his cheek. “There’s something though, isn’t it? Something bothering you?”
Vincent kisses at Esse’s wrist, gently nodding before he replies, in a small voice: “I don’t...I don’t want to push you, that’s all. I know you haven’t had many lovers before and I don’t want you to think me...well...perverted…”
“Why would I do that?” Eskil asks with a confused little smile. “You... you’re right about me not having that much experience... but... you said that wasn’t going to be a problem. We’re lovers Vincent. I... I’d like to think you want this as much as I do...”
“It’s not a problem!” Vincent assures him, “Really, I wouldn’t be treating you any differently if you were a virgin, or...or...someone of Mr.Navas’ profession. I really do like you, and I really do find you attractive. I just...I worry that you would be....well, turned off, by me, if I asked for something like that…”
Eskil’s frown deepens at that statement. “How... why, why would you think that, Vincent? Have I... have I made you believe that without even knowing?”
“No, no, you’ve been nothing but lovely to me, sweet thing…” Vincent assures him, running a gentle hand through Esse’s curls, “It’s just...my own thoughts, getting in the way, telling me that I’m not handsome enough, that I’m not...not very alluring…”
“Vincent,” Eskil says, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the Russian’s forehead, “you are both handsome and alluring to me. I had hoped you knew that, but I promise I’ll remind you over and over until it sticks.”
That statement makes Vincent surprisingly emotional, and his words catch a little in his throat as he replies: “I-I’m sorry, I believe you, I...I’m just...I’m sorry, you’re right. I need to start trusting you when you say you find me attractive.”
“It’s alright, Vincent, it’s okay,” Esse says, fingers nestling gently in Vincent’s hair at the back of his neck, “you don’t need to apologise, I understand,” and if anyone could understand it, it would be Eskil who has so many insecurities himself.
Vincent places a gentle kiss to Esse’s cheek, before exhaling and smiling a slightly shaky smile at his love, before replying: “Hey, sweet darling. Why don’t we go up to bed? Maybe I could repay you for all those lovely massages you’ve been giving me? Your neck must be strained from all that writing, no?”
Eskil smiles, but has to ask; “You’re not asking just because I asked you to ask, are you?”
Vincent shakes his head with a smile. “No, my love. I’m asking because I want to show you how beautiful I think you are. I want to spend hours holding you and feeling you and whispering sweet lovely praises in your ear…”
The Swede blushes gently at that, smiling shyly, before he knocks back his whiskey and stands up - reaching out his hand to Vincent with a; “Come on then...”
Vincent downs his drink too, and takes Esse’s hand with a smile as he too stands, offering an arm for his love as he replies: “I’m very excited to finally kiss you all over…”
Eskil giggles and grins as they make their way out of the parlour and up the stairs. “You’re going to tickle me all over with that beard of yours?” he asks.
“If you don’t mind!” Vincent grins, “Though I can always just use my hands...or my tongue…”
Stepping through the doors of Eskil’s bedroom the Swede grins and shakes his head, grey eyes sparkling. “You know I don’t mind your beard,” he says, sinking gentle fingers into it, “it’s very soft.”
Vincent murmurs at the touch, smiling as he replies: “Mm, I keep it nice and soft for you...can’t have it being too tickly, now can we?” Vincent wraps his arms around Esse’s waist, holding him close for a moment. “So handsome…” he mutters.
Eskil wraps his own arms loosely around Vincent, nuzzling a little against his neck. “No we can’t, I’d just be squirming and giggling all over the place,” he giggles softly. “You smell nice,” he adds with a pleased little sigh.
“And as adorable as that would be, we wouldn’t get much done…” Vincent chuckles, “Oh? I put a little of the oil you gave me on my neck, and my wrists…” he smiles, glad Esse noticed. He gives Esse’s waist a gentle squeeze, before murmuring: “I was thinking I could give you a proper massage? Take my time?” He hopes he is taking enough control that Eskil realises that he really does want this.
“I’d like that,” Eskil murmurs, nodding against Vincent, “you should come and pick out the oils you’d like to use on me,” he says, but doesn’t let go just yet.
“OK, but you must tell me if I pick a horrid combination…” Vincent chuckles, kissing through Esse’s curls, “Or if I make you smell too much like a dessert…”
Eskil grins and places a kiss against Vincent’s jaw. “I will, I promise,” he says, pulling back just a little so that he can lock the bedroom door and then take Vincent’s hand and guide him towards the ensuite bathroom where he keeps all his oils (except for the one bottle in his nightstand).
Vincent’s eyes light up at seeing the oils, and he begins to pick up bottle after bottle, reading its scent, uncorking it to take a whiff, holding it up to the light for no particular reason...after a while, he turns to Esse and asks: “Do you like lavender?”
“I wouldn’t keep it if I didn’t like it,” Eskil replies with a smile.
“OK, good!” Vincent says, beaming, bottle of lavender oil in hand, “What goes well with it? I want to pick out two, at least…”
“I think pine oil goes with most anything,” Eskil suggests - and it’s hardly news since the young man always seems to have a hint of it lingering on his skin.
“Then pine and lavender it is!” Vincent says, grinning as he finds the pine oil, “Are you ready for me to massage you, my handsome Prince?”
“Well, apart from the fact I’m still wearing quite a lot of clothes for it, yes,” Eskil giggles.
“That’s a very good point…” Vincent says, with a grin, “But if you follow me through to your bedroom, I’m sure we can soon have that sorted, mm?”
“I do believe it can be arranged, yes,” Eskil replies, smiling as he follows Vincent’s lead.
Vincent places the oil bottles down on the bed, before looking Esse up and down with a warm smile. “You are so, so handsome...but...I think you’re even more handsome when you’re not wearing anything…” he says, chuckling as he begins to help Esse undress.
“Don’t tell my tailors,” Eskil chuckles, helping with the removal of his own clothes.
“I won’t...they have the power to make me look slightly baggy which, in polite society, is the most abhorrent of crimes…” Vincent grins, unbuttoning Esse’s shirt and throwing it aside. He takes a moment to kiss over Eskil’s torso, holding his waist as he does.
A gentle hand comes to rest against Vincent’s hair and Eskil makes small hushed breathy noises as Vincent’s lips touches his skin. “Can’t have that, no,” he replies.
“So beautiful…” Vincent murmurs, before forcing himself to pull away, working on undoing Eskil’s trousers, “I cannot wait to explore you properly...find out which parts of you love being kissed and stroked the most…”
Eskil, of course, blushes at that - but he smiles, softly and warmly. “My devoted bear. You... you’re always so lovely to me.”
“Thank you…” Vincent murmurs, helping Esse step out of his trousers, before gripping at the young Swede’s waist, gently grinding up against him, “I want you to feel wonderful tonight. You deserve it.”
He can’t help but moan softly at that. “You always do, Vincent, you always do,” Eskil says, threading fingers through Vincent’s hair.
“Sweet darling…” Vincent murmurs, gently tugging at Esse’s drawers, pulling them down, “You are so beautiful, so handsome...I’m so excited already, I have to calm down…” he laughs.
“Mmm...” Eskil says, pressing a sweet little kiss to Vincent’s cheek before stepping out of the embrace and sliding onto the bed. “You also have to get undressed, oil stains are terrible to get out of clothes.”
Vincent had thought that he might just take his jacket off and roll up his shirt sleeves...but he could never deny Esse a request and, besides, the feeling of skin-on-skin is too great a prospect for Vincent to pass up. Vincent undresses in front of Esse, grinning as he does, shaking his head. “I feel like I’m giving you a show…” he laughs, stepping out of his trousers.”
Eskil grins at that. “It’s a good one if you ask me, though I think I’ll enjoy it even more when you get over here to join me.”
Vincent tugs his underwear off and throws it aside, chuckling as he makes his way over to the bed, taking a moment to straddle Esse, gently kissing at his lips. Vincent knows he has work to do...but...he can’t resist.
Running his hands along Vincent’s back Eskil kisses back, slow and soft - smiling into it. “My handsome Russian,” he murmurs.
Vincent gently holds onto Esse’s waist as they kiss, and at those words, he believes--really believes--that Eskil finds him handsome. “My beautiful Prince…” Vincent murmurs with a smile, between soft kisses.
“You’ve got such sweet lips,” the Swede murmurs against said lips, “and I can’t even describe how your eyes look when you’re watching me, such warmth.”
Vincent beams at that, his expression softening into a warm smile. “Well, I can’t help it…” Vincent murmurs, planting a gentle kiss to Esse’s forehead before continuing, “I just look at you and I feel so happy, so overjoyed to know that you like me…”
“I do,” Eskil says, hands once again stroking through Vincent’s hair, “I like you, so much, you’re handsome and sweet and kind and always so good to me.”
“And you are beautiful, and intelligent, and gentle…” Vincent murmurs, closing his eyes as Esse’s fingers feel like Heaven against his scalp, “And you make me feel wanted…”
“I do want you,” Esse murmurs, fingertips rubbing little circles against Vincent’s scalp and neck. “Not only in my bed but in my life, you know?”
Maybe this really can work… Vincent thinks, as he opens his eyes with a warm smile. “I know. I want you in my life, too. I’m a lot less grumpy with you around…” Vincent chuckles.
Eskil grins warmly at that. “And I get far too spoiled with kisses and cuddles when you’re near.”
“You deserve to be spoiled...which is why I’m going to give you a lovely massage and talk to you about your day…” Vincent says, smiling fondly at Esse. As much as he adores just complimenting his Swede, Vincent is eager to have a good conversation with him. The boy is, after all, utterly charming and intelligent.
“Is that so,” Eskil giggles, “well, what would you like to know?” he asks.
“So many things…” Vincent smiles, sitting up into a kneeling position, reaching for the oils, “Hm...what did you do before I got here? What did you have for breakfast?”
“It’d depend on what you count as breakfast,” the Swede chuckles, “I had some coffee and toast before I went out for a run, but when I came back and was done with my exercise and had taken a bath I ate some nice bacon and eggs.”
“You went for a run? You always do that, don’t you? Where do you run?” Vincent asks, dripping a little of the oil onto his fingers before giving Esse a warm smile.
“Not every morning, but I run at least two times a week and some exercise in my gym... four maybe five times in the same period,” Esse says with a little shrug - he isn’t keeping count exactly. “I run different places, though I try to stick to, well, safe places.”
“You’re so healthy...no wonder your body is so beautiful, you take care of it…” Vincent murmurs, beginning to rub small, oily circles over Esse’s shoulders. “Please do be careful, sweet thing. I know you can take care of yourself, but...if you want a running partner…” Vincent trails off, even though he knows he could never keep up with Eskil’s long legs.
A blissful little smile forms on his face as Vincent’s hands massage his skin. “Not to be rude, but I think I’m quite a lot faster than you - that’s not a slight in the least, but I have been practising for years,” he’s sincere and knowing of his own abilities in this regard and sees no reason to not be honest with it. “Don’t worry though, I don’t do Flit-running and if I ever go out in the Marsh I bring my rifle.”
Vincent chuckles as he replies: “I understand, my legs aren’t the best, I’d probably make a better walking partner. I am twice your age, after all.” But, for once, there is no hint of sorrow to his voice when Vincent mentions his age--it’s simply an observation, a casual remark. “And I’m glad. Fuzzy bear wouldn’t like having to use his claws…” Vincent laughs, stroking down Eskil’s arms.
It’s wonderful to hear it, the way Vincent doesn’t make his usual self depreciative little remarks as he talks of his own age - and Esse beams at him for it. “No need to go clawing things, I promise.”
Vincent laughs, with a gentle nod, as he continues to firmly rub down Eskil’s arms, gently kneading his toned muscles. “Did you do anything else today? Before I arrived?”
Eskil nods, and can’t resist flexing his arms just a little at Vincent’s firm touch. “I took care of some letters and then I headed out for lunch with Ms. Morgan - one of my writer friends.”
“Oh, I don’t think I know her? Is she interesting?” Vincent asks, taking a moment to pour a little more oil on his hands before he continues the massage.
“I’d say so,” Eskil nods with a fond smile, “she’s, well, unapologetically bohemian and has a larger than life personality. She sort of took me under her wing when I first started writing and has been supportive of my efforts as a poet from the very beginning.”
“Oh, I think you did mention her before…” Vincent replies, with a gentle nod as he begins to rub his hands down Eskil’s chest, “She sounds like a lot of fun! Someone who you would invite to a party…”
“Definitively,” Eskil chuckles. “I think you’d like her, and she you,” he nods and basks in the attention Vincent’s showing his chest.
“I’m glad! I would like to meet her, one day…” Vincent says, before slowly--teasingly slowly--dragging his index finger down one of Eskil’s nipples.
A shudder goes through him at that and a soft gasp leaves his lips. “I’m sure you will, we often end up at the Mandrake.”
“Mm, I do love the Mandrake…” Vincent says, with a smirk, rubbing small circles over Esse’s nipples. The Russian is such a tease…
“I know you do,” Esse replies, before letting out a little moan. He could beg for more, but he wants this slow gentle teasing care and therefore decides against it and lets Vincent have his moment of teasing.
That moan is so beautiful--Vincent wants to speed things up, but...no. This is for Esse, it has to be slow and sensual. He slides his hands away, gently rubbing down Eskil’s sides with a warm smile. “You’re so gorgeous…” he says, with a small hum of pleasure.
Eskil squirms a little, extremely ticklish as he is, and can’t help a small giggle. “You’re so sweet...”
“My ticklish little Prince…” Vincent laughs, leaning down to plant a small, warm kiss to Eskil’s stomach.
There’s a sharp inhale at that, followed by a little whimper of pleasure - Eskil’s stomach truly is incredibly sensitive.
Vincent wants to lick, wants to explore...but not yet. He pulls back with a warm smile, hands gently resting on the Swede’s stomach as he asks: “What’s your favourite part of your body, Esse?”
“I... I’ve never really thought about it,” Eskil answers as he considers the question. “Maybe my legs since I can run with them... or my hands for letting me write and play piano,” he suggests.
That is a hopelessly sweet answer, and Vincent can only smile warmly at his gentle little Swede, rubbing his thumbs in little circles over Esse’s stomach. “You are so cute…” Vincent murmurs.
The muscles in Esse’s abdomen tenses and relaxes in turn under Vincent’s hands and the young Swede gasps ever so gently. “What about you, Vincent? What’s your favourite part?”
“Of your body? Your eyes…” Vincent murmurs with a soppy smile, continuing to move his hands, adoring the feeling of Esse’s muscles reacting to his gentle touch.
Eskil chuckles. “I meant on your own body... but thank you, Vincent.”
“Oh…” Vincent laughs, shaking his head, “Sorry! I don’t know...I suppose...I quite like my arms?” he says, raising one and giving it a quick flex to show off his biceps--he is hardly the most muscular of men, but there is enough left there from his zailing days to be somewhat impressive, and people who are fond of hair might find the dark, soft hairs which line the dark skin of his armpit and forearm appealing.
The Swede reaches up to run his hands along Vincent’s biceps. “My strong handsome Russian, my passionate Italian,” he murmurs. “You are very alluring to me.”
Vincent beams at that--feeling, for once, quite masculine. “Is this what I look like in your dreams?” Vincent chuckles, flexing a little harder as Eskil runs soft fingers across his biceps.
“No,” Eskil says, shaking his head - and he could choose to say that he rarely dreams unless it’s nightmares but that would surely ruin the mood - so instead he says; “This is much better.”
“You sweet darling…” Vincent murmurs, not picking up on Esse’s unspoken nightmares. He lowers his arm to reapply some oil to his hands, slowly beginning to rub his hands up Esse’s thighs.
The Swede groans and relaxes back into the pillows at that. His thighs does hold tension, even if he does take care and stretches carefully after his exercise, and this is rather wonderful.
“That feel good, sweet darling?” Vincent murmurs, daring to press down a little harder as he rubs up the inside of Esse’s thighs.
“Yes,” Eskil nods and sighs in contentment, “just what I need. Thank you sweet bear.”
“I’m very happy that you’re enjoying your treat…” Vincent chuckles, running his hands down Esse’s legs, down to his knees. “Do you want me to do your feet, too?” he mumbles, knowing that Esse may be too ticklish, or may be one of those people who is simply squeamish about feet.
“If you’d like,” Esse replies with a soft, blissed out little smile as he shuts his eyes and just focuses on the loving attention showed to him, “use the lavender oil if you do...”
“Will do, sweet darling. I like feet…” he murmurs, then quickly adds: “Not...not like that. I had a lover who did, once. He was...interesting…” Vincent laughs, continuing to slowly rub his hands up Esse’s legs.
Eskil laughs softly at that. “Good to know... mhhmmfp, that’s lovely,” he groans, “ease up a little though, my right calf is a bit tender.”
“Sorry, my Prince…” Vincent apologises, moving his hands more slowly across Eskil’s calf, “Too much running?”
“Not really, but I overstretched it a bit,” Esse says with a gentle sigh. “That’s better, thank you Vincent.”
“Poor overworked Prince…” Vincent mutters, moving to gently, so gently, massage one of Esse’s feet. “You have nice feet...perhaps there’s hope for me yet…” Vincent laughs, making sure to reapply a generous helping of lavender oil before continuing.
Eskil grins. “Am I turning you into a feet man? That’d be a first. Well, another first amongst many I suppose.”
“You might be, you might be, they are rather beautiful, after all…” Vincent murmurs, gently massaging each of Esse’s toes, “And other firsts?”
“Well, we’ve had quite a few,” Eskil says, wiggling his toes, “or should I say I have had quite a few with you.”
Vincent laughs at that wiggling, and leans down to plant a quick kiss to Esse’s toes, before pulling back to ask: “Have you? I’m intrigued. Do tell, please…”
Eskil giggles at the kiss. “Well, for example it’s the first time anyone has kissed my feet...”
Vincent can’t help himself, he leans back down again to plant a kiss to Esse’s sole, a longer kiss this time, and pulls away with a warm laugh. “What else? This is fun!”
“I would be repeating myself,” Esse says with a small shrug, “but, well, as I told you at the time you’re the first man who deliberately came on my stomach, and the first to want to... stick your tongue up inside me,” he says with a faint blush and a sheepish grin.
Vincent grins at that, excited. “We...we should definitely try more things like that. Even...even if you don’t quite like all of them…” he murmurs, hoping he won’t offend his young Swede.
Eskil tilts his head a bit. “Like what? I... well as long we stop if it’s...” he trails off with a small nod.
Vincent nods as he continues to massage Esse’s feet, “I don’t know...maybe some of the things we talked about before? And...I...well…” Vincent trails off, a little sheepish, “I’d like to try...roleplaying…” He smiles at Esse, hoping the young Swede won’t laugh at him.
“Remind me? Like, tying your hands?” Eskil asks. “And... roleplaying? How do you mean?”
Vincent nods, and blushes a little as he continues: “You know how...for example, I always call you a Prince? Well, maybe it might be fun to dress you up like one? And I could be, say, your Guard?”
The Swede looks a little confused but he nods, willing to give most anything a try if it’d make Vincent happy. “We could give it a go sometime.”
“Would you...like that? I mean...would you find it...exciting? Because I don’t want to push you if you don’t fancy it…” Vincent laughs, rolling his knuckles over Esse’s soles.
“I don’t know yet,” Esse replies honestly with a smile. “But I can see no harm in it so... I mean it could be fun? I just, well I haven’t considered it before is all.”
“Is there anything you wouldn’t want to do? Just so I know…” Vincent murmurs, applying a little more oil to his hands before stroking up Esse’s calves again.
Eskil takes a moment to think before he replies; “I don’t ever want to do anything that implies one of us is entirely powerless, not even if it’s just an act.”
Vincent nods as he continues to massage, thinking about all the things he had considered. “I...I don’t know if I was thinking about anything like tha-...oh…” he trails off, before adding: “There was one thing, but it was just an idea…”
“Tell me?” Esse asks, lifting his head a little to smile down at Vincent where he works on Eskil’s legs.
“You might think me a little...crude...or, I don’t know...perverted, but...I was thinking it might be fun to pretend you were a virgin? That may cause too great an imbalance though, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It was just an idea…” Vincent mumbles, continuing his massage with a sheepish look.
Eskil watches Vincent, thinking quietly for a moment. Though he isn’t sure what to think of it so eventually he asks; “I... I’m not saying no, but... tell me why you’d find it exciting?” He’s curious, if a little apprehensive.
Vincent looks a little embarrassed as he continues: “I...I like it when you get flustered. Not when you’re uncomfortable or ashamed or anything, but just when you’re...I don’t know...shy? It’s just...it’s really sweet, and...I just thought if we played out that scenario, that you could act shyly? Of course, I love it when you’re in control too, it’s just an idea…”
It’s an explanation that’s sufficient enough. Eskil might not understand the appeal of his own shyness, but if Vincent finds it sweet... why not. “That wouldn’t be so hard I think... how... how would you act?”
“I suppose just...caring for you? Reassuring you? I hadn’t really thought about it too much...I’d probably just do my best to...make you less shy, I suppose? Try to show you that I’d be gentle?” Vincent replies, thinking as he works on Esse’s thighs.
Esse nods. “I’d like some time to think about it a little more,” he says, “but I think it’s something we could try someday.”
“Of course!” Vincent says, with a smile, “Thank you for listening. Is there anything you wanted to try? I know you said before that there wasn’t, but, I mean, if you’ve thought of anything?”
“I... hmm,” Eskil chews a little on his lower lip, giving it another thought. “Well, I mean... there’s nothing wrong with beds but...” he trails off with a sheepish smile.
Vincent’s eyes widen at that, and a wide grin spreads across his face. “Now that is something I’d definitely be interested in!” he laughs, “Where did you have in mind?”
“I... I don’t really know,” Esse giggles, “just... against a wall maybe... or um, over a table?” he is bad at suggesting or asking for things unless it’s in the heat of the moment without getting embarrassed, the blush is certainly there, though he is trying.
Vincent is practically panting with excitement at this point, and he gives Esse a few reassuring, eager nods: “Yes! Yes! Both of those sound...amazing…” Vincent trails off, letting his mind wander into delightful fantasies.
The Swede is shyly pleased with Vincent’s reaction, and he smiles. “And... well, you don’t always have to be so gentle with me... I mean, physically speaking. I... uh, I don’t mean rough but... hard?!”
Vincent can hardly stand it--his cheeks are flushed with excitement, and he knows that he is embarrassingly hard, which is rather difficult to hide when naked. He nods again, swallowing hard before he replies: “T-That would be...wonderful...I-I’d really like to grab you, and…” he trails off again, his mind running wild with ideas.
“... and I don’t mind having my hair pulled a bit,” Eskil admits.
Vincent has to hang his head at that point, and he lets out a gentle chuckle before looking back up at Esse. “You...you’re making it very hard for me to continue a gentle, sensual massage, you know…” he laughs.
“Sorry,” Eskil says, though there’s no apology in it really, just a warm smile and grey eyes sparkling with delight.
“I...I would really like that. A lot. I...I’ve thought about doing it like that over your desk, you know…I mean, presuming you have a desk. I imagine you would, as a writer...” Vincent admits, with a low chuckle.
“Of course I do, it’s in my study across the hall,” Eskil grins.
“Oh? That’s good...how would you feel about me bending you over it and having my way with you?” Vincent grins.
Esse swallows and nods before he can find his words to say; “You’d? Yes, yes I... I think I’d like that.”
“I hope it’s a sturdy desk…” Vincent laughs, taking the opportunity to slide his hands up Esse’s stomach again.
It’s not that the Swede hasn’t been enjoying the massage, but it isn’t until now that he’s starting to get truly aroused - those hands at his stomach and Vincent’s words making him stir.
Vincent notices Esse growing more aroused and lets out a chuckle before leaning down to slide his tongue up Esse’s stomach, slowly running it across those toned muscles.
Esse moans, long and loud, at feeling Vincent’s mouth against his sensitive skin. His one hand finds it’s way into Vincent’s hair, fingers gently curling against his scalp.
“Beautiful…” Vincent murmurs against Eskil’s soft skin, before lifting his head to look into those sparkling grey eyes. “Can I....well...can I touch you?” he asks, not wanting to end the massage too soon.
With a breathy chuckle Esse says; “You’ve done just that for quite some time now,” teasing. “Yes, Vincent, you can.”
Vincent chuckles at that, a warm little smile on his lips as he drizzles a little more oil on his fingers, wrapping them around Eskil’s cock as he begins to gently stroke him. “Thank you…” he murmurs, watching for the Swede’s reaction.
Eskil closes his eyes and whimpers softly as Vincent takes him in hand, and the Swede can’t help but arch his back just a little.
“Does that feel good, with the oil?” the Russian murmurs, still smiling as he increases the speed of his hand just a little.
“Mmm,” Eskil affirms with an enthusiastic little nod, “very uh, I think slick is the word I’m looking for?”
That shoots a flash of excitement through Vincent’s stomach and he grins, chuckling as he replies: “So poetic, as always…”
The Swede grins at that. “I ah, am a bit distracted, you know... makes it a bit difficult to be too well spoken,” he chuckles and gasps.
“I’m just teasing…” Vincent chuckles, taking a moment to plant a line of kisses up Eskil’s stomach.
“I know,” Eskil gasps as his hands wander into Vincent’s hair to curl gently against his scalp. He has never been very good at just letting someone pleasure him without making a counter effort himself, unless he’s been ill or tired, but Vincent said he wanted this... still; “Please, Vincent, come up here so I can kiss you?”
“Of course…” Vincent mutters, shifting a little so that Eskil can reach his lips. He keeps his hand wrapped firmly around Eskil’s cock though, still gently stroking, building up a rhythm.
The Swede presses his lips to Vincent’s, moaning into the kiss as he strokes through the Russian’s hair.
“My hair is getting a lot of attention today, it’s very nice!” Vincent mutters, with a gentle chuckle against those soft lips.
Eskil grins as he says; “It’s soft,” before resuming the kiss, opening his mouth a little to deepen it if Vincent will allow it.
Vincent also parts his lips, deepening the kiss and closing his eyes. For once, he isn’t thinking about anything--isn’t thinking about how he looks, how he’s acting...he’s simply trusting in Eskil, listening to the young Swede’s words and watching his body for clues and cues.
Eskil’s hands leaves Vincent’s hair to travel down his back, gently caressing his scarred skin, before settling at the small of his back, drawing little circles against it. At the same time the Swede’s tongue gently explores Vincent’s lips and mouth - slowly, softly.
Vincent lets out a gentle groan as Eskil’s hands find his back--it’s not a painful touch, it’s just...tender, sensitive, and Vincent is so grateful for Esse’s gentle hands. Vincent waits for Esse to finish before returning the gesture just as gently, softly licking at his lips, between warm, grateful kisses.
He never really stops making little sounds, tiny noises of pleasure, as they kiss. This is all so very... intimate, Esse thinks. Far less about the sexual pleasure, even if it’s a prominent part of it, and much more about the closeness of the moment.
After a few minutes, Vincent turns his attention to Eskil’s neck, continuing his gentle kissing and licking as he moves across Eskil’s jawline, down to the young Swede’s beautiful throat. This is...quiet, calm. It’s Heaven, but a different kind than the one Vincent is used to.
The Swede moans at the kisses to the sensitive skin of his throat. “Your lips are so warm and you beard is so soft...” he mumbles appreciatively.
Vincent only smiles, and plants a warm kiss to the hollow of Eskil’s collarbones as a form of thank you. He continues to kiss down the young Swede’s chest, pausing to briefly suck on one of his nipples. The oil is an…interesting taste, but Vincent doesn’t much mind. He has had worse things in his mouth, after all.
As Vincent moves his attention downwards Eskil hands come sliding back up his back to rest gently at his shoulder blades. It might have been Esse who was getting the massage, but as he moves around he redistributes the oil all over Vincent too.
Vincent pulls back to let out a low chuckle, mumbling: “We’re going to need a bath, after this…”
“Probably, yes,” Eskil agrees with a warm grin, “though our skin will be wonderfully smooth for days...”
“Yours always is…” Vincent murmurs, “It’s one of the reasons why I can never stop thinking about you…” he chuckles, moving to once again kiss down Esse’s stomach, his beard brushing up against the Swede’s pubic hair as he moves lower and lower.
Eskil pants and whines, trying to not get too overwhelmed to speak English just yet. “Ahh... yeah? What else is there that, unhh, keeps me in your mind.”
Vincent grins--he loves getting the chance to talk about Eskil, particularly in this kind of a context. “Wellllll....” Vincent begins, slowly licking up Eskil’s cock, “If we’re just talking about your body...you know that beautiful stomach of yours does things to me…”
“Mmhmm,” Esse moans, trying very hard to keep still and not buck up against Vincent’s skilled mouth and tongue. “You, you like it because it’s...” well now, he’s never had to describe his own stomach before and poet or no poet he doesn’t come up with a decent way to describe it other than ‘flat’.
“Because what, mm?” Vincent grins, teasing, “Because it’s soft and toned and wonderful to rub up against?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Eskil chuckles out of breath, “I’ve never managed to do that to myself,” he teases right back.
“You need to start stretching…” Vincent grins, giving Esse’s cock another long, slow lick before continuing: “Apart from your stomach...hm...you know I think you have a cute behind, that’s just a given…”
“I’ll have you know I’m quite, hah, flexible...” he says as his hands slide off of Vincent to grip and curl in the sheets that are going to be pretty much ruined after this what with the oil and everything. “I’ll,” Esse swallows and gasps, “I’ll have to show you someday,” he nods. “Cute?”
“Really? Mm, yes, you’ll have to show me one day…” Vincent grins, giving the head of Esse’s cock a few licks before continuing: “It’s sweet. Round. Adorable. Cute, I don’t know, it’s nice…” he trails off, laughing.
Eskil can’t help but squirm a little at the teasing attention to his cock, it’s too much or not enough and he isn’t sure which. “Well... I’m glad you approve then,” he chuckles.
“What do you like about me?” Vincent asks--not meaning to selfishly divert the attention to himself, more done because it is at that moment that he takes Esse properly in his mouth, unable to continue his sweet praises.
A rush of air leaves Esse’s lungs as he’s taken in, and for a few moments he’s too lost in pleasure to really speak. “I...,” he breathes, “I adore your chest hair, a-and your beard, and your strong arms, and your eyes.”
The oil really doesn’t taste as good as it smells, but Vincent doesn’t mind, just happy to see Esse so lost in pleasure. He bobs his head for a few moments before pulling away to speak, a question growing in his mind: “Do you really like my eyes? I think they’re quite dull, especially compared to yours.”
“I do,” he pants, “they’re warm and gentle... not dull!” Eskil assures.
“Kind young thing…” Vincent murmurs, a smile upon his lips, before moving back down to take Esse in his mouth, pushing down so that he can take him whole.
“Jag älskar din mun,” the Swede says, knocked out of being able to use English for the moment, too lost in pleasure to notice, “din underbara, varma, våta mun...”
Vincent has no idea what all that means, of course, but he doesn’t mind--it sounds good, and that’s all that matters. He pushes down for as long as he can manage before having to pull away for breath, gently panting as he does. Eskil wears him out every time, and Vincent loves it.
“Älskar dina läppar, älskar din kuk want it inside me,” Esse manages, mixing languages, “Vincent, snälla, take me?”
The mix of languages confuses Vincent--he has to check he won’t be crossing any lines. “Y-You mean, take you? Like…” he trails off, unable to think of a subtle way of expressing it, “Fuck you?”
The Swede nods and moans; “Ja, yes, that, that’s what I want.”
“O-Ok!” Vincent says, excited, “Can I use my fingers? To start you off? Is that OK, sweet thing?”
“Yes, please, yes, Vincent,” Esse whimpers, squirming on the bed with need. This long slow build up has left him wanting to a degree that’s nearly overwhelming.
“Patience, sweet darling, patience…” Vincent murmurs, drizzling a little oil onto his fingers. He doesn’t want a repeat of the time they both got too excited too quickly, and tried to do things they weren’t ready for.
It’s too much already. Eskil whimpers and reaches his hands towards Vincent, begging to be held. “Gonna need you to... need you to help me come down a bit before... too much,” he says, wanting to make this last and work out.
“Oh...hold on…” Vincent murmurs, with an understanding nod, wiping the oil upon his stomach before clambering up to the pillows, offering his chest as a soft pillow.
Eskil leans up against Vincent, burying his head against that chest as he’s taking deep breaths to steady himself again.
“How are you feeling, dolce?” Vincent murmurs, his fingers gently stroking through Esse’s curls, “Do you need anything? Water?”
“I’ll be fine,” Eskil says, and means it, between breaths - smiling against Vincent’s chest even as he trembles a bit, “just need a moment.”
“Poor sweet darling...take all the time you need…” Vincent murmurs, trailing gentle fingers down Esse’s neck.
Slowly but surely Eskil manages to calm himself, with Vincent’s assistance, and gradually he relaxes more and more against his lover. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, sweet darling, but...you’re welcome.” Vincent says with a smile, pressing a warm kiss to Esse’s forehead, “I love cuddling with you, like this. You’re so gentle.”
Eskil looks up at that, smiling warmly and fondly at Vincent - words unnecessary as that smile speaks for him - before pressing the gentlest kiss to his collarbone. “I think I’ve calmed down enough to continue, if you want to...”
“Yes please…” Vincent grins, but whilst they’re both a little calmer, has to ask, “Do you definitely want me to take you?”
The Swede nods. “Yes I do, Vincent. It wasn’t just the heat of the moment, I really want you inside of me.”
Vincent feels another pang of excitement in his stomach, and he smiles, nodding eagerly. “I...I really want that, too. G-God, you do things to me…” he laughs, shaking his head.
Eskil grins at that and swoops in for a brief but warm kiss. “I thought it was the other way around this time,” he giggles.
Vincent chuckles against Esse’s lips, nodding with a sheepish little smile. “You’re very observant, my little Prince…” he grins, “Do you mind if I’m on top of you? Or did you want to try something different?”
“No, I’d like that,” Esse replies, “we have to save something for the future, no?”
“Very true. Remember my back, though, don’t expect me to do anything too outrageous…” Vincent chuckles, before adding, “Pass me the oil?”
Reaching for it and then handing Vincent the oil Eskil quirks a brow and says; “I’m not sure what I could ask of you that’d be outrageous.”
Vincent murmurs a quick “thank you”, drizzling a little oil on his fingers as he replies: “I just meant, no positions which require a high level of flexibility.”
“Ah, no positions that require a high level of flexibility from you, you mean,” Eskil corrects, “or did you not want to see me bent into interesting shapes?”
“Oh, yes, well, you you can do whatever you like, sweet thing, but I may have to simply lay back and watch…” Vincent laughs, trailing his fingers down to Esse’s behind, reaching to find his hole.
Esse giggles at that, vague ideas forming in his mind - though they’re swiftly vanishing again as he is drawn back into the moment by Vincent’s questing hands.
Vincent finds Eskil’s hole, and runs his fingers back and forth over it, not daring to slip inside, not yet. He wants to wait for Esse to relax.
Eskil spreads his legs a little more and pulls up his knees a bit so Vincent will have easier access to him, and smiles - taking Vincent’s free hand gently in his own to place it on his own stomach.
Vincent smiles at that small, sweet gesture, resting one hand against Esse’s stomach as the other hand dares to enter Esse, one finger slowly sliding inside.
Esse tilts his head back, unknowingly showing off all of that wonderful neck, and moans as Vincent inserts his finger into him.
Vincent can’t help himself, he buries his face into that beautiful neck, kissing and licking at it as he moves his finger, urging Esse to relax against him.
He throws his arms around the Russian, holding him close, as he pants and whimpers; “More?”
Vincent doesn’t reply, too busy kissing, but he pulls his finger out to make room for another on the next thrust, slowly spreading them apart as he moves.
Eskil groans and pushes back against Vincent’s fingers. “So good, feels so good, can’t wait... well, can, will, but, ah, want you.”
“God, you’re so gorgeous…” Vincent groans, revelling in both the sounds that Esse is making, and the way his fingers are slicking so wonderfully in and out of the young Swede.
The Swede arches his back and rolls his hips, fucking himself on Vincent’s fingers - he wants more, wants all of Vincent. “Please, another...” he begs.
Oh, God, this is something else--Esse grinding down on his fingers like this, begging for more...it takes all of Vincent’s restraint not to just grab him and fuck him. He knows they need just a little more preparation, a little more time. He pulls his fingers out and drizzles a tad more oil on them, this time sliding three fingers back into his young Swede.
A full body shudders goes through the young man and a broken moan escapes his lips as he’s stretched open. It is much. It is not enough. It’s wonderful. “Vincent,” the name uttered like a plea - though for what Eskil isn’t sure himself.
“Soon…” Vincent murmurs, taking the plea as a desperation for Esse to be taken, “Show me you want it, that you can take it…” he continues, urging the Swede to grind down again.
Esse nods, nods, and pushes down once again, wanting - needing. “Want you Vincent, want you to have me so much.”
That’s enough for Vincent, and he nods, swiftly pulling his fingers out as he adjusts himself on the bed, shifting his body so that he can be on top of Eskil. “God, I want you, I want you…” he murmurs, holding the young Swede’s hips, pulling him into position, his cock pressed to Eskil’s entrance.
Looking up at Vincent with his grey eyes blown wide with desire Eskil simply says; “Take me.”
That’s all Vincent needs to hear to begin to slowly, slowly push himself inside Eskil, feeling the oil slowly drip out of Esse’s hole as Vincent eases his way in. As always, Eskil feels like absolute Heaven, and Vincent can’t help but let out a gentle whimper of pleasure.
Eskil groans as Vincent sinks into him, the stretch of the more than welcome intrusion of his lover’s cock being just on the edge of painful though not enough to deter the Swede from helping to push himself onto Vincent - impaling himself on the other man.
“S-So good…” is all Vincent manages to say as he pushes on, slowly, gently, until he is all the way inside, balls pressed up tight to Eskil’s hole. He has to close his eyes, bite his lower lip...he wants to spend then and there, it feels so wonderful.
Breathing, breathing is good, and he does that as he nods at Vincent’s words. He’s so full. Filled to the brim one might say. A gentle and slightly shaky hand reaches up to stroke through Vincent’s beard. “Give me just a second to... get used to you...” Esse pants.
Vincent opens his eyes, nodding a reassuring little nod as he replies: “H-Ha...of course, Esse. F-Feels good, just like this…” Vincent is grateful for the pause, to stop him from spending too early.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your size, Vincent,” Eskil chuckles breathlessly between little whimpers and gasps. “Worth it though, the, ah, having to wait, having to... let my body adjust,” he nods, and after another few moments he squeezes his lover’s hips with his thighs. “Now.”
That compliment only excites Vincent more, and at Eskil’s command, he begins to slowly, slowly move, giving Esse a few moments to get used to the feeling before he really begins to go for it. My love is so beautiful, so attractive… is all Vincent can think as he moves, panting and moaning.
The Swede makes sure to meet every single thrust, working with Vincent’s rhythm, as the motion and the feel of oil slick skin against oil slick skin sets his mind on fire with need. “So good,” he moans, “so full.”
Vincent drops his head forward as he moves, his pants and groans increasing in volume as he begins to quicken his pace, Eskil’s words spurring him on. He can feel little beads of sweat beginning to form on his skin, and he knows his hair is just a tousled mess about his shoulders, not to mention that he is dripping with oil. Eskil has ruined him again, in the best way possible, and it only excites Vincent even more.
Eskil whimpers and moans, his head thrashing back and forth against the pillow, sweat damp curls swaying, as he succumbs to the pleasure. Vincent pumping into him, his own cock trapped between them rubbing up against Vincent’s stomach as they move together. “Please, please...”
“Make a mess on me, please…” Vincent begs, feeling his muscles tighten as he moves. He’s getting close.
“Going to... be on both of us,” Eskil whines, unable to keep from writhing and squirming - no longer able to keep up his rhythmic rolls as he’s too far gone. “Please, harder...”
Vincent doesn’t reply, he just increases his speed, thrusting into Esse over and over, his muscles tensing, his mouth growing dry. He is growing so close to release, lost in pleasure, lost in the beautiful scents and the sounds that Esse is making.
The Swede is growing increasingly louder with every thrust and it’s with a drawn out shout that he comes undone, his hands grasping Vincent’s arms hard as he’s washed away by wave upon wave of pure bliss.
Esse’s orgasm sends Vincent over the edge and it only takes a few more thrusts before he pulls out to finish on Eskil’s stomach, adding to the mess as he releases and pushes his weight down against Esse’s body, growling and moaning as he too finds his own bliss.
After his blowout Eskil’s sinks into the mattress, entirely boneless and exhausted after that. He can’t speak just yet, still catching his breath, but he smiles and one hand strokes over Vincent’s hair before flopping back onto the bed.
“I...adore...you…” is all Vincent manages to say before slowly pulling himself up off of Eskil, turning to flop down onto the pillows, his chest heaving with exhaustion.
“And I you,” Eskil replies, still too tired to move much as he’s swimming in the afterglow, but he finds Vincent’s hand with his own and gently laces their fingers together.
“T-That was...amazing…” Vincent pants, still lost in pleasure, “Y-You’re amazing...you feel s-so good…”
Eskil turns his head to beam lazily at Vincent and his words. “You really... you’re... it was so...” he doesn’t find the words and he shakes his head a little - smiling brightly as the sun.
Vincent nods in agreement, letting out a breathy little chuckle. “You...You wear me out. I...I love it.”
“Not to worn out for a bath I hope... I’m a mess,” Esse says, looking down at himself and the oil and sweat and come that covers him.
“We both are…” Vincent chuckles, “A bath would be wonderful. And maybe...a change of bedsheets?” he asks, realising it might be a little embarrassing to sort things out with Grams.
“Mm, bath first though, before it all dries in,” Eskil mumbles.
“Good plan...I’m excited to see which concoction of scents you choose today!” Vincent says, with a warm chuckle.
“Something citrusy I think,” Eskil says as he ungracefully crawls out of bed in all his messy glory and offers a hand to Vincent. “Something refreshing and...” he yawns, then smiles, “invigorating - I need it if I plan to stay awake long enough to get clean and out of the bath again.”
Vincent takes that offered hand and stands, planting a soft kiss to Esse’s lips, before murmuring: “And I want you well-rested so we can do this all over again tomorrow…”
Eskil grins and leans his forehead against Vincent’s. “You’ll be terrible for how often my sheets needs to be changed,” he chuckles, “but I can’t say I mind at all...”
[Warnings: NSFW, sex happens. Some self-esteem issues,]
It isn’t working. No matter how much Eskil stares at the half-filled page of scrabbling he can’t come up with another word - and since his writing has come to a slump he steals glances at Vincent who’s working beside him in Eskil’s cosy parlour, a question slowly beginning to take shape in his mind.
Vincent is lost in a soap advertisement--thinking about how best to talk about cleanliness without mentioning anything sordid--when he feels Esse’s glances. The young Swede clearly isn’t especially focused on his work. Vincent looks up and gives the young man a smile. “Are you alright, sweet thing?”
“Yes, of course,” Eskil says, looking away with a blush at having been caught. “I’m just not getting anywhere with this,” he says, gesturing to his notebook.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart…” Vincent says, putting his pen down, “Would you like to take a break? We could have a cuddle? And a drink?”
“A break would be nice,” Eskil says, putting his work down and getting up to walk over to the drinks cabinet, “what kind of drink would you like?” he asks, still working over the question nagging at the back of his mind.
“Do you have any whiskey?” Vincent asks, watching Esse as he goes. There’s an expression on his face that tells something more than writer’s block, something more than mere frustration...and Vincent is starting to learn how much the poor boy frets about everything. “Are you...OK, sweet thing?” he dares to ask, giving Eskil a concerned look.
“I do,” Eskil says and pours them each a glass before returning to the settee, holding out Vincent’s glass for him to take. “I’m fine... it’s just...” he shrugs and takes a sip of the whiskey.
Vincent takes his glass, and wraps his free arm around Esse, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Tell me, sweet darling. What’s on your mind?”
How to ask? Eskil wonders, taking another sip and sighing. “What if I said I wanted to go upstairs and share my bed with you right now?” he asks, but by the tone of his voice it’s clear it’s not an offer but rather something else.
Vincent quirks a brow at that, a little confused as he replies: “I would...say yes? And...sleep with you?” His voice is slow, deliberately so as he watches Eskil’s expression.
There’s a frown of confusion taking place on Eskil’s face. “Then... then I don’t get it, Vincent. It doesn’t make sense.”
“What doesn’t make sense, Esse?” Vincent asks, quietly, giving Eskil’s shoulder another gentle, reassuring squeeze.
“... why do you never ask?” Eskil says, grey eyes studying his lover as if he was trying to piece together a puzzle and failing.
“Ask for w-...” Vincent starts, before trailing off, realising Esse’s meaning, “You mean, why do I never ask you to go to bed? I must have done, surely?”
Eskil shakes his head. “No... it’s always me who... have I done something wrong, Vincent? I... I don’t want this to be just on my terms you know?”
Vincent’s heart breaks at those words and he puts his drink down to place a hand on Esse’s leg, looking into those sad grey eyes as he replies: “No, no, sweet darling, you haven’t done anything wrong, I promise you. I just...I...hmmphh…” he says, trailing off with a sigh.
Eskil reaches out with his free hand to stroke through Vincent’s beard and gently cup his cheek. “There’s something though, isn’t it? Something bothering you?”
Vincent kisses at Esse’s wrist, gently nodding before he replies, in a small voice: “I don’t...I don’t want to push you, that’s all. I know you haven’t had many lovers before and I don’t want you to think me...well...perverted…”
“Why would I do that?” Eskil asks with a confused little smile. “You... you’re right about me not having that much experience... but... you said that wasn’t going to be a problem. We’re lovers Vincent. I... I’d like to think you want this as much as I do...”
“It’s not a problem!” Vincent assures him, “Really, I wouldn’t be treating you any differently if you were a virgin, or...or...someone of Mr.Navas’ profession. I really do like you, and I really do find you attractive. I just...I worry that you would be....well, turned off, by me, if I asked for something like that…”
Eskil’s frown deepens at that statement. “How... why, why would you think that, Vincent? Have I... have I made you believe that without even knowing?”
“No, no, you’ve been nothing but lovely to me, sweet thing…” Vincent assures him, running a gentle hand through Esse’s curls, “It’s just...my own thoughts, getting in the way, telling me that I’m not handsome enough, that I’m not...not very alluring…”
“Vincent,” Eskil says, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the Russian’s forehead, “you are both handsome and alluring to me. I had hoped you knew that, but I promise I’ll remind you over and over until it sticks.”
That statement makes Vincent surprisingly emotional, and his words catch a little in his throat as he replies: “I-I’m sorry, I believe you, I...I’m just...I’m sorry, you’re right. I need to start trusting you when you say you find me attractive.”
“It’s alright, Vincent, it’s okay,” Esse says, fingers nestling gently in Vincent’s hair at the back of his neck, “you don’t need to apologise, I understand,” and if anyone could understand it, it would be Eskil who has so many insecurities himself.
Vincent places a gentle kiss to Esse’s cheek, before exhaling and smiling a slightly shaky smile at his love, before replying: “Hey, sweet darling. Why don’t we go up to bed? Maybe I could repay you for all those lovely massages you’ve been giving me? Your neck must be strained from all that writing, no?”
Eskil smiles, but has to ask; “You’re not asking just because I asked you to ask, are you?”
Vincent shakes his head with a smile. “No, my love. I’m asking because I want to show you how beautiful I think you are. I want to spend hours holding you and feeling you and whispering sweet lovely praises in your ear…”
The Swede blushes gently at that, smiling shyly, before he knocks back his whiskey and stands up - reaching out his hand to Vincent with a; “Come on then...”
Vincent downs his drink too, and takes Esse’s hand with a smile as he too stands, offering an arm for his love as he replies: “I’m very excited to finally kiss you all over…”
Eskil giggles and grins as they make their way out of the parlour and up the stairs. “You’re going to tickle me all over with that beard of yours?” he asks.
“If you don’t mind!” Vincent grins, “Though I can always just use my hands...or my tongue…”
Stepping through the doors of Eskil’s bedroom the Swede grins and shakes his head, grey eyes sparkling. “You know I don’t mind your beard,” he says, sinking gentle fingers into it, “it’s very soft.”
Vincent murmurs at the touch, smiling as he replies: “Mm, I keep it nice and soft for you...can’t have it being too tickly, now can we?” Vincent wraps his arms around Esse’s waist, holding him close for a moment. “So handsome…” he mutters.
Eskil wraps his own arms loosely around Vincent, nuzzling a little against his neck. “No we can’t, I’d just be squirming and giggling all over the place,” he giggles softly. “You smell nice,” he adds with a pleased little sigh.
“And as adorable as that would be, we wouldn’t get much done…” Vincent chuckles, “Oh? I put a little of the oil you gave me on my neck, and my wrists…” he smiles, glad Esse noticed. He gives Esse’s waist a gentle squeeze, before murmuring: “I was thinking I could give you a proper massage? Take my time?” He hopes he is taking enough control that Eskil realises that he really does want this.
“I’d like that,” Eskil murmurs, nodding against Vincent, “you should come and pick out the oils you’d like to use on me,” he says, but doesn’t let go just yet.
“OK, but you must tell me if I pick a horrid combination…” Vincent chuckles, kissing through Esse’s curls, “Or if I make you smell too much like a dessert…”
Eskil grins and places a kiss against Vincent’s jaw. “I will, I promise,” he says, pulling back just a little so that he can lock the bedroom door and then take Vincent’s hand and guide him towards the ensuite bathroom where he keeps all his oils (except for the one bottle in his nightstand).
Vincent’s eyes light up at seeing the oils, and he begins to pick up bottle after bottle, reading its scent, uncorking it to take a whiff, holding it up to the light for no particular reason...after a while, he turns to Esse and asks: “Do you like lavender?”
“I wouldn’t keep it if I didn’t like it,” Eskil replies with a smile.
“OK, good!” Vincent says, beaming, bottle of lavender oil in hand, “What goes well with it? I want to pick out two, at least…”
“I think pine oil goes with most anything,” Eskil suggests - and it’s hardly news since the young man always seems to have a hint of it lingering on his skin.
“Then pine and lavender it is!” Vincent says, grinning as he finds the pine oil, “Are you ready for me to massage you, my handsome Prince?”
“Well, apart from the fact I’m still wearing quite a lot of clothes for it, yes,” Eskil giggles.
“That’s a very good point…” Vincent says, with a grin, “But if you follow me through to your bedroom, I’m sure we can soon have that sorted, mm?”
“I do believe it can be arranged, yes,” Eskil replies, smiling as he follows Vincent’s lead.
Vincent places the oil bottles down on the bed, before looking Esse up and down with a warm smile. “You are so, so handsome...but...I think you’re even more handsome when you’re not wearing anything…” he says, chuckling as he begins to help Esse undress.
“Don’t tell my tailors,” Eskil chuckles, helping with the removal of his own clothes.
“I won’t...they have the power to make me look slightly baggy which, in polite society, is the most abhorrent of crimes…” Vincent grins, unbuttoning Esse’s shirt and throwing it aside. He takes a moment to kiss over Eskil’s torso, holding his waist as he does.
A gentle hand comes to rest against Vincent’s hair and Eskil makes small hushed breathy noises as Vincent’s lips touches his skin. “Can’t have that, no,” he replies.
“So beautiful…” Vincent murmurs, before forcing himself to pull away, working on undoing Eskil’s trousers, “I cannot wait to explore you properly...find out which parts of you love being kissed and stroked the most…”
Eskil, of course, blushes at that - but he smiles, softly and warmly. “My devoted bear. You... you’re always so lovely to me.”
“Thank you…” Vincent murmurs, helping Esse step out of his trousers, before gripping at the young Swede’s waist, gently grinding up against him, “I want you to feel wonderful tonight. You deserve it.”
He can’t help but moan softly at that. “You always do, Vincent, you always do,” Eskil says, threading fingers through Vincent’s hair.
“Sweet darling…” Vincent murmurs, gently tugging at Esse’s drawers, pulling them down, “You are so beautiful, so handsome...I’m so excited already, I have to calm down…” he laughs.
“Mmm...” Eskil says, pressing a sweet little kiss to Vincent’s cheek before stepping out of the embrace and sliding onto the bed. “You also have to get undressed, oil stains are terrible to get out of clothes.”
Vincent had thought that he might just take his jacket off and roll up his shirt sleeves...but he could never deny Esse a request and, besides, the feeling of skin-on-skin is too great a prospect for Vincent to pass up. Vincent undresses in front of Esse, grinning as he does, shaking his head. “I feel like I’m giving you a show…” he laughs, stepping out of his trousers.”
Eskil grins at that. “It’s a good one if you ask me, though I think I’ll enjoy it even more when you get over here to join me.”
Vincent tugs his underwear off and throws it aside, chuckling as he makes his way over to the bed, taking a moment to straddle Esse, gently kissing at his lips. Vincent knows he has work to do...but...he can’t resist.
Running his hands along Vincent’s back Eskil kisses back, slow and soft - smiling into it. “My handsome Russian,” he murmurs.
Vincent gently holds onto Esse’s waist as they kiss, and at those words, he believes--really believes--that Eskil finds him handsome. “My beautiful Prince…” Vincent murmurs with a smile, between soft kisses.
“You’ve got such sweet lips,” the Swede murmurs against said lips, “and I can’t even describe how your eyes look when you’re watching me, such warmth.”
Vincent beams at that, his expression softening into a warm smile. “Well, I can’t help it…” Vincent murmurs, planting a gentle kiss to Esse’s forehead before continuing, “I just look at you and I feel so happy, so overjoyed to know that you like me…”
“I do,” Eskil says, hands once again stroking through Vincent’s hair, “I like you, so much, you’re handsome and sweet and kind and always so good to me.”
“And you are beautiful, and intelligent, and gentle…” Vincent murmurs, closing his eyes as Esse’s fingers feel like Heaven against his scalp, “And you make me feel wanted…”
“I do want you,” Esse murmurs, fingertips rubbing little circles against Vincent’s scalp and neck. “Not only in my bed but in my life, you know?”
Maybe this really can work… Vincent thinks, as he opens his eyes with a warm smile. “I know. I want you in my life, too. I’m a lot less grumpy with you around…” Vincent chuckles.
Eskil grins warmly at that. “And I get far too spoiled with kisses and cuddles when you’re near.”
“You deserve to be spoiled...which is why I’m going to give you a lovely massage and talk to you about your day…” Vincent says, smiling fondly at Esse. As much as he adores just complimenting his Swede, Vincent is eager to have a good conversation with him. The boy is, after all, utterly charming and intelligent.
“Is that so,” Eskil giggles, “well, what would you like to know?” he asks.
“So many things…” Vincent smiles, sitting up into a kneeling position, reaching for the oils, “Hm...what did you do before I got here? What did you have for breakfast?”
“It’d depend on what you count as breakfast,” the Swede chuckles, “I had some coffee and toast before I went out for a run, but when I came back and was done with my exercise and had taken a bath I ate some nice bacon and eggs.”
“You went for a run? You always do that, don’t you? Where do you run?” Vincent asks, dripping a little of the oil onto his fingers before giving Esse a warm smile.
“Not every morning, but I run at least two times a week and some exercise in my gym... four maybe five times in the same period,” Esse says with a little shrug - he isn’t keeping count exactly. “I run different places, though I try to stick to, well, safe places.”
“You’re so healthy...no wonder your body is so beautiful, you take care of it…” Vincent murmurs, beginning to rub small, oily circles over Esse’s shoulders. “Please do be careful, sweet thing. I know you can take care of yourself, but...if you want a running partner…” Vincent trails off, even though he knows he could never keep up with Eskil’s long legs.
A blissful little smile forms on his face as Vincent’s hands massage his skin. “Not to be rude, but I think I’m quite a lot faster than you - that’s not a slight in the least, but I have been practising for years,” he’s sincere and knowing of his own abilities in this regard and sees no reason to not be honest with it. “Don’t worry though, I don’t do Flit-running and if I ever go out in the Marsh I bring my rifle.”
Vincent chuckles as he replies: “I understand, my legs aren’t the best, I’d probably make a better walking partner. I am twice your age, after all.” But, for once, there is no hint of sorrow to his voice when Vincent mentions his age--it’s simply an observation, a casual remark. “And I’m glad. Fuzzy bear wouldn’t like having to use his claws…” Vincent laughs, stroking down Eskil’s arms.
It’s wonderful to hear it, the way Vincent doesn’t make his usual self depreciative little remarks as he talks of his own age - and Esse beams at him for it. “No need to go clawing things, I promise.”
Vincent laughs, with a gentle nod, as he continues to firmly rub down Eskil’s arms, gently kneading his toned muscles. “Did you do anything else today? Before I arrived?”
Eskil nods, and can’t resist flexing his arms just a little at Vincent’s firm touch. “I took care of some letters and then I headed out for lunch with Ms. Morgan - one of my writer friends.”
“Oh, I don’t think I know her? Is she interesting?” Vincent asks, taking a moment to pour a little more oil on his hands before he continues the massage.
“I’d say so,” Eskil nods with a fond smile, “she’s, well, unapologetically bohemian and has a larger than life personality. She sort of took me under her wing when I first started writing and has been supportive of my efforts as a poet from the very beginning.”
“Oh, I think you did mention her before…” Vincent replies, with a gentle nod as he begins to rub his hands down Eskil’s chest, “She sounds like a lot of fun! Someone who you would invite to a party…”
“Definitively,” Eskil chuckles. “I think you’d like her, and she you,” he nods and basks in the attention Vincent’s showing his chest.
“I’m glad! I would like to meet her, one day…” Vincent says, before slowly--teasingly slowly--dragging his index finger down one of Eskil’s nipples.
A shudder goes through him at that and a soft gasp leaves his lips. “I’m sure you will, we often end up at the Mandrake.”
“Mm, I do love the Mandrake…” Vincent says, with a smirk, rubbing small circles over Esse’s nipples. The Russian is such a tease…
“I know you do,” Esse replies, before letting out a little moan. He could beg for more, but he wants this slow gentle teasing care and therefore decides against it and lets Vincent have his moment of teasing.
That moan is so beautiful--Vincent wants to speed things up, but...no. This is for Esse, it has to be slow and sensual. He slides his hands away, gently rubbing down Eskil’s sides with a warm smile. “You’re so gorgeous…” he says, with a small hum of pleasure.
Eskil squirms a little, extremely ticklish as he is, and can’t help a small giggle. “You’re so sweet...”
“My ticklish little Prince…” Vincent laughs, leaning down to plant a small, warm kiss to Eskil’s stomach.
There’s a sharp inhale at that, followed by a little whimper of pleasure - Eskil’s stomach truly is incredibly sensitive.
Vincent wants to lick, wants to explore...but not yet. He pulls back with a warm smile, hands gently resting on the Swede’s stomach as he asks: “What’s your favourite part of your body, Esse?”
“I... I’ve never really thought about it,” Eskil answers as he considers the question. “Maybe my legs since I can run with them... or my hands for letting me write and play piano,” he suggests.
That is a hopelessly sweet answer, and Vincent can only smile warmly at his gentle little Swede, rubbing his thumbs in little circles over Esse’s stomach. “You are so cute…” Vincent murmurs.
The muscles in Esse’s abdomen tenses and relaxes in turn under Vincent’s hands and the young Swede gasps ever so gently. “What about you, Vincent? What’s your favourite part?”
“Of your body? Your eyes…” Vincent murmurs with a soppy smile, continuing to move his hands, adoring the feeling of Esse’s muscles reacting to his gentle touch.
Eskil chuckles. “I meant on your own body... but thank you, Vincent.”
“Oh…” Vincent laughs, shaking his head, “Sorry! I don’t know...I suppose...I quite like my arms?” he says, raising one and giving it a quick flex to show off his biceps--he is hardly the most muscular of men, but there is enough left there from his zailing days to be somewhat impressive, and people who are fond of hair might find the dark, soft hairs which line the dark skin of his armpit and forearm appealing.
The Swede reaches up to run his hands along Vincent’s biceps. “My strong handsome Russian, my passionate Italian,” he murmurs. “You are very alluring to me.”
Vincent beams at that--feeling, for once, quite masculine. “Is this what I look like in your dreams?” Vincent chuckles, flexing a little harder as Eskil runs soft fingers across his biceps.
“No,” Eskil says, shaking his head - and he could choose to say that he rarely dreams unless it’s nightmares but that would surely ruin the mood - so instead he says; “This is much better.”
“You sweet darling…” Vincent murmurs, not picking up on Esse’s unspoken nightmares. He lowers his arm to reapply some oil to his hands, slowly beginning to rub his hands up Esse’s thighs.
The Swede groans and relaxes back into the pillows at that. His thighs does hold tension, even if he does take care and stretches carefully after his exercise, and this is rather wonderful.
“That feel good, sweet darling?” Vincent murmurs, daring to press down a little harder as he rubs up the inside of Esse’s thighs.
“Yes,” Eskil nods and sighs in contentment, “just what I need. Thank you sweet bear.”
“I’m very happy that you’re enjoying your treat…” Vincent chuckles, running his hands down Esse’s legs, down to his knees. “Do you want me to do your feet, too?” he mumbles, knowing that Esse may be too ticklish, or may be one of those people who is simply squeamish about feet.
“If you’d like,” Esse replies with a soft, blissed out little smile as he shuts his eyes and just focuses on the loving attention showed to him, “use the lavender oil if you do...”
“Will do, sweet darling. I like feet…” he murmurs, then quickly adds: “Not...not like that. I had a lover who did, once. He was...interesting…” Vincent laughs, continuing to slowly rub his hands up Esse’s legs.
Eskil laughs softly at that. “Good to know... mhhmmfp, that’s lovely,” he groans, “ease up a little though, my right calf is a bit tender.”
“Sorry, my Prince…” Vincent apologises, moving his hands more slowly across Eskil’s calf, “Too much running?”
“Not really, but I overstretched it a bit,” Esse says with a gentle sigh. “That’s better, thank you Vincent.”
“Poor overworked Prince…” Vincent mutters, moving to gently, so gently, massage one of Esse’s feet. “You have nice feet...perhaps there’s hope for me yet…” Vincent laughs, making sure to reapply a generous helping of lavender oil before continuing.
Eskil grins. “Am I turning you into a feet man? That’d be a first. Well, another first amongst many I suppose.”
“You might be, you might be, they are rather beautiful, after all…” Vincent murmurs, gently massaging each of Esse’s toes, “And other firsts?”
“Well, we’ve had quite a few,” Eskil says, wiggling his toes, “or should I say I have had quite a few with you.”
Vincent laughs at that wiggling, and leans down to plant a quick kiss to Esse’s toes, before pulling back to ask: “Have you? I’m intrigued. Do tell, please…”
Eskil giggles at the kiss. “Well, for example it’s the first time anyone has kissed my feet...”
Vincent can’t help himself, he leans back down again to plant a kiss to Esse’s sole, a longer kiss this time, and pulls away with a warm laugh. “What else? This is fun!”
“I would be repeating myself,” Esse says with a small shrug, “but, well, as I told you at the time you’re the first man who deliberately came on my stomach, and the first to want to... stick your tongue up inside me,” he says with a faint blush and a sheepish grin.
Vincent grins at that, excited. “We...we should definitely try more things like that. Even...even if you don’t quite like all of them…” he murmurs, hoping he won’t offend his young Swede.
Eskil tilts his head a bit. “Like what? I... well as long we stop if it’s...” he trails off with a small nod.
Vincent nods as he continues to massage Esse’s feet, “I don’t know...maybe some of the things we talked about before? And...I...well…” Vincent trails off, a little sheepish, “I’d like to try...roleplaying…” He smiles at Esse, hoping the young Swede won’t laugh at him.
“Remind me? Like, tying your hands?” Eskil asks. “And... roleplaying? How do you mean?”
Vincent nods, and blushes a little as he continues: “You know how...for example, I always call you a Prince? Well, maybe it might be fun to dress you up like one? And I could be, say, your Guard?”
The Swede looks a little confused but he nods, willing to give most anything a try if it’d make Vincent happy. “We could give it a go sometime.”
“Would you...like that? I mean...would you find it...exciting? Because I don’t want to push you if you don’t fancy it…” Vincent laughs, rolling his knuckles over Esse’s soles.
“I don’t know yet,” Esse replies honestly with a smile. “But I can see no harm in it so... I mean it could be fun? I just, well I haven’t considered it before is all.”
“Is there anything you wouldn’t want to do? Just so I know…” Vincent murmurs, applying a little more oil to his hands before stroking up Esse’s calves again.
Eskil takes a moment to think before he replies; “I don’t ever want to do anything that implies one of us is entirely powerless, not even if it’s just an act.”
Vincent nods as he continues to massage, thinking about all the things he had considered. “I...I don’t know if I was thinking about anything like tha-...oh…” he trails off, before adding: “There was one thing, but it was just an idea…”
“Tell me?” Esse asks, lifting his head a little to smile down at Vincent where he works on Eskil’s legs.
“You might think me a little...crude...or, I don’t know...perverted, but...I was thinking it might be fun to pretend you were a virgin? That may cause too great an imbalance though, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It was just an idea…” Vincent mumbles, continuing his massage with a sheepish look.
Eskil watches Vincent, thinking quietly for a moment. Though he isn’t sure what to think of it so eventually he asks; “I... I’m not saying no, but... tell me why you’d find it exciting?” He’s curious, if a little apprehensive.
Vincent looks a little embarrassed as he continues: “I...I like it when you get flustered. Not when you’re uncomfortable or ashamed or anything, but just when you’re...I don’t know...shy? It’s just...it’s really sweet, and...I just thought if we played out that scenario, that you could act shyly? Of course, I love it when you’re in control too, it’s just an idea…”
It’s an explanation that’s sufficient enough. Eskil might not understand the appeal of his own shyness, but if Vincent finds it sweet... why not. “That wouldn’t be so hard I think... how... how would you act?”
“I suppose just...caring for you? Reassuring you? I hadn’t really thought about it too much...I’d probably just do my best to...make you less shy, I suppose? Try to show you that I’d be gentle?” Vincent replies, thinking as he works on Esse’s thighs.
Esse nods. “I’d like some time to think about it a little more,” he says, “but I think it’s something we could try someday.”
“Of course!” Vincent says, with a smile, “Thank you for listening. Is there anything you wanted to try? I know you said before that there wasn’t, but, I mean, if you’ve thought of anything?”
“I... hmm,” Eskil chews a little on his lower lip, giving it another thought. “Well, I mean... there’s nothing wrong with beds but...” he trails off with a sheepish smile.
Vincent’s eyes widen at that, and a wide grin spreads across his face. “Now that is something I’d definitely be interested in!” he laughs, “Where did you have in mind?”
“I... I don’t really know,” Esse giggles, “just... against a wall maybe... or um, over a table?” he is bad at suggesting or asking for things unless it’s in the heat of the moment without getting embarrassed, the blush is certainly there, though he is trying.
Vincent is practically panting with excitement at this point, and he gives Esse a few reassuring, eager nods: “Yes! Yes! Both of those sound...amazing…” Vincent trails off, letting his mind wander into delightful fantasies.
The Swede is shyly pleased with Vincent’s reaction, and he smiles. “And... well, you don’t always have to be so gentle with me... I mean, physically speaking. I... uh, I don’t mean rough but... hard?!”
Vincent can hardly stand it--his cheeks are flushed with excitement, and he knows that he is embarrassingly hard, which is rather difficult to hide when naked. He nods again, swallowing hard before he replies: “T-That would be...wonderful...I-I’d really like to grab you, and…” he trails off again, his mind running wild with ideas.
“... and I don’t mind having my hair pulled a bit,” Eskil admits.
Vincent has to hang his head at that point, and he lets out a gentle chuckle before looking back up at Esse. “You...you’re making it very hard for me to continue a gentle, sensual massage, you know…” he laughs.
“Sorry,” Eskil says, though there’s no apology in it really, just a warm smile and grey eyes sparkling with delight.
“I...I would really like that. A lot. I...I’ve thought about doing it like that over your desk, you know…I mean, presuming you have a desk. I imagine you would, as a writer...” Vincent admits, with a low chuckle.
“Of course I do, it’s in my study across the hall,” Eskil grins.
“Oh? That’s good...how would you feel about me bending you over it and having my way with you?” Vincent grins.
Esse swallows and nods before he can find his words to say; “You’d? Yes, yes I... I think I’d like that.”
“I hope it’s a sturdy desk…” Vincent laughs, taking the opportunity to slide his hands up Esse’s stomach again.
It’s not that the Swede hasn’t been enjoying the massage, but it isn’t until now that he’s starting to get truly aroused - those hands at his stomach and Vincent’s words making him stir.
Vincent notices Esse growing more aroused and lets out a chuckle before leaning down to slide his tongue up Esse’s stomach, slowly running it across those toned muscles.
Esse moans, long and loud, at feeling Vincent’s mouth against his sensitive skin. His one hand finds it’s way into Vincent’s hair, fingers gently curling against his scalp.
“Beautiful…” Vincent murmurs against Eskil’s soft skin, before lifting his head to look into those sparkling grey eyes. “Can I....well...can I touch you?” he asks, not wanting to end the massage too soon.
With a breathy chuckle Esse says; “You’ve done just that for quite some time now,” teasing. “Yes, Vincent, you can.”
Vincent chuckles at that, a warm little smile on his lips as he drizzles a little more oil on his fingers, wrapping them around Eskil’s cock as he begins to gently stroke him. “Thank you…” he murmurs, watching for the Swede’s reaction.
Eskil closes his eyes and whimpers softly as Vincent takes him in hand, and the Swede can’t help but arch his back just a little.
“Does that feel good, with the oil?” the Russian murmurs, still smiling as he increases the speed of his hand just a little.
“Mmm,” Eskil affirms with an enthusiastic little nod, “very uh, I think slick is the word I’m looking for?”
That shoots a flash of excitement through Vincent’s stomach and he grins, chuckling as he replies: “So poetic, as always…”
The Swede grins at that. “I ah, am a bit distracted, you know... makes it a bit difficult to be too well spoken,” he chuckles and gasps.
“I’m just teasing…” Vincent chuckles, taking a moment to plant a line of kisses up Eskil’s stomach.
“I know,” Eskil gasps as his hands wander into Vincent’s hair to curl gently against his scalp. He has never been very good at just letting someone pleasure him without making a counter effort himself, unless he’s been ill or tired, but Vincent said he wanted this... still; “Please, Vincent, come up here so I can kiss you?”
“Of course…” Vincent mutters, shifting a little so that Eskil can reach his lips. He keeps his hand wrapped firmly around Eskil’s cock though, still gently stroking, building up a rhythm.
The Swede presses his lips to Vincent’s, moaning into the kiss as he strokes through the Russian’s hair.
“My hair is getting a lot of attention today, it’s very nice!” Vincent mutters, with a gentle chuckle against those soft lips.
Eskil grins as he says; “It’s soft,” before resuming the kiss, opening his mouth a little to deepen it if Vincent will allow it.
Vincent also parts his lips, deepening the kiss and closing his eyes. For once, he isn’t thinking about anything--isn’t thinking about how he looks, how he’s acting...he’s simply trusting in Eskil, listening to the young Swede’s words and watching his body for clues and cues.
Eskil’s hands leaves Vincent’s hair to travel down his back, gently caressing his scarred skin, before settling at the small of his back, drawing little circles against it. At the same time the Swede’s tongue gently explores Vincent’s lips and mouth - slowly, softly.
Vincent lets out a gentle groan as Eskil’s hands find his back--it’s not a painful touch, it’s just...tender, sensitive, and Vincent is so grateful for Esse’s gentle hands. Vincent waits for Esse to finish before returning the gesture just as gently, softly licking at his lips, between warm, grateful kisses.
He never really stops making little sounds, tiny noises of pleasure, as they kiss. This is all so very... intimate, Esse thinks. Far less about the sexual pleasure, even if it’s a prominent part of it, and much more about the closeness of the moment.
After a few minutes, Vincent turns his attention to Eskil’s neck, continuing his gentle kissing and licking as he moves across Eskil’s jawline, down to the young Swede’s beautiful throat. This is...quiet, calm. It’s Heaven, but a different kind than the one Vincent is used to.
The Swede moans at the kisses to the sensitive skin of his throat. “Your lips are so warm and you beard is so soft...” he mumbles appreciatively.
Vincent only smiles, and plants a warm kiss to the hollow of Eskil’s collarbones as a form of thank you. He continues to kiss down the young Swede’s chest, pausing to briefly suck on one of his nipples. The oil is an…interesting taste, but Vincent doesn’t much mind. He has had worse things in his mouth, after all.
As Vincent moves his attention downwards Eskil hands come sliding back up his back to rest gently at his shoulder blades. It might have been Esse who was getting the massage, but as he moves around he redistributes the oil all over Vincent too.
Vincent pulls back to let out a low chuckle, mumbling: “We’re going to need a bath, after this…”
“Probably, yes,” Eskil agrees with a warm grin, “though our skin will be wonderfully smooth for days...”
“Yours always is…” Vincent murmurs, “It’s one of the reasons why I can never stop thinking about you…” he chuckles, moving to once again kiss down Esse’s stomach, his beard brushing up against the Swede’s pubic hair as he moves lower and lower.
Eskil pants and whines, trying to not get too overwhelmed to speak English just yet. “Ahh... yeah? What else is there that, unhh, keeps me in your mind.”
Vincent grins--he loves getting the chance to talk about Eskil, particularly in this kind of a context. “Wellllll....” Vincent begins, slowly licking up Eskil’s cock, “If we’re just talking about your body...you know that beautiful stomach of yours does things to me…”
“Mmhmm,” Esse moans, trying very hard to keep still and not buck up against Vincent’s skilled mouth and tongue. “You, you like it because it’s...” well now, he’s never had to describe his own stomach before and poet or no poet he doesn’t come up with a decent way to describe it other than ‘flat’.
“Because what, mm?” Vincent grins, teasing, “Because it’s soft and toned and wonderful to rub up against?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Eskil chuckles out of breath, “I’ve never managed to do that to myself,” he teases right back.
“You need to start stretching…” Vincent grins, giving Esse’s cock another long, slow lick before continuing: “Apart from your stomach...hm...you know I think you have a cute behind, that’s just a given…”
“I’ll have you know I’m quite, hah, flexible...” he says as his hands slide off of Vincent to grip and curl in the sheets that are going to be pretty much ruined after this what with the oil and everything. “I’ll,” Esse swallows and gasps, “I’ll have to show you someday,” he nods. “Cute?”
“Really? Mm, yes, you’ll have to show me one day…” Vincent grins, giving the head of Esse’s cock a few licks before continuing: “It’s sweet. Round. Adorable. Cute, I don’t know, it’s nice…” he trails off, laughing.
Eskil can’t help but squirm a little at the teasing attention to his cock, it’s too much or not enough and he isn’t sure which. “Well... I’m glad you approve then,” he chuckles.
“What do you like about me?” Vincent asks--not meaning to selfishly divert the attention to himself, more done because it is at that moment that he takes Esse properly in his mouth, unable to continue his sweet praises.
A rush of air leaves Esse’s lungs as he’s taken in, and for a few moments he’s too lost in pleasure to really speak. “I...,” he breathes, “I adore your chest hair, a-and your beard, and your strong arms, and your eyes.”
The oil really doesn’t taste as good as it smells, but Vincent doesn’t mind, just happy to see Esse so lost in pleasure. He bobs his head for a few moments before pulling away to speak, a question growing in his mind: “Do you really like my eyes? I think they’re quite dull, especially compared to yours.”
“I do,” he pants, “they’re warm and gentle... not dull!” Eskil assures.
“Kind young thing…” Vincent murmurs, a smile upon his lips, before moving back down to take Esse in his mouth, pushing down so that he can take him whole.
“Jag älskar din mun,” the Swede says, knocked out of being able to use English for the moment, too lost in pleasure to notice, “din underbara, varma, våta mun...”
Vincent has no idea what all that means, of course, but he doesn’t mind--it sounds good, and that’s all that matters. He pushes down for as long as he can manage before having to pull away for breath, gently panting as he does. Eskil wears him out every time, and Vincent loves it.
“Älskar dina läppar, älskar din kuk want it inside me,” Esse manages, mixing languages, “Vincent, snälla, take me?”
The mix of languages confuses Vincent--he has to check he won’t be crossing any lines. “Y-You mean, take you? Like…” he trails off, unable to think of a subtle way of expressing it, “Fuck you?”
The Swede nods and moans; “Ja, yes, that, that’s what I want.”
“O-Ok!” Vincent says, excited, “Can I use my fingers? To start you off? Is that OK, sweet thing?”
“Yes, please, yes, Vincent,” Esse whimpers, squirming on the bed with need. This long slow build up has left him wanting to a degree that’s nearly overwhelming.
“Patience, sweet darling, patience…” Vincent murmurs, drizzling a little oil onto his fingers. He doesn’t want a repeat of the time they both got too excited too quickly, and tried to do things they weren’t ready for.
It’s too much already. Eskil whimpers and reaches his hands towards Vincent, begging to be held. “Gonna need you to... need you to help me come down a bit before... too much,” he says, wanting to make this last and work out.
“Oh...hold on…” Vincent murmurs, with an understanding nod, wiping the oil upon his stomach before clambering up to the pillows, offering his chest as a soft pillow.
Eskil leans up against Vincent, burying his head against that chest as he’s taking deep breaths to steady himself again.
“How are you feeling, dolce?” Vincent murmurs, his fingers gently stroking through Esse’s curls, “Do you need anything? Water?”
“I’ll be fine,” Eskil says, and means it, between breaths - smiling against Vincent’s chest even as he trembles a bit, “just need a moment.”
“Poor sweet darling...take all the time you need…” Vincent murmurs, trailing gentle fingers down Esse’s neck.
Slowly but surely Eskil manages to calm himself, with Vincent’s assistance, and gradually he relaxes more and more against his lover. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, sweet darling, but...you’re welcome.” Vincent says with a smile, pressing a warm kiss to Esse’s forehead, “I love cuddling with you, like this. You’re so gentle.”
Eskil looks up at that, smiling warmly and fondly at Vincent - words unnecessary as that smile speaks for him - before pressing the gentlest kiss to his collarbone. “I think I’ve calmed down enough to continue, if you want to...”
“Yes please…” Vincent grins, but whilst they’re both a little calmer, has to ask, “Do you definitely want me to take you?”
The Swede nods. “Yes I do, Vincent. It wasn’t just the heat of the moment, I really want you inside of me.”
Vincent feels another pang of excitement in his stomach, and he smiles, nodding eagerly. “I...I really want that, too. G-God, you do things to me…” he laughs, shaking his head.
Eskil grins at that and swoops in for a brief but warm kiss. “I thought it was the other way around this time,” he giggles.
Vincent chuckles against Esse’s lips, nodding with a sheepish little smile. “You’re very observant, my little Prince…” he grins, “Do you mind if I’m on top of you? Or did you want to try something different?”
“No, I’d like that,” Esse replies, “we have to save something for the future, no?”
“Very true. Remember my back, though, don’t expect me to do anything too outrageous…” Vincent chuckles, before adding, “Pass me the oil?”
Reaching for it and then handing Vincent the oil Eskil quirks a brow and says; “I’m not sure what I could ask of you that’d be outrageous.”
Vincent murmurs a quick “thank you”, drizzling a little oil on his fingers as he replies: “I just meant, no positions which require a high level of flexibility.”
“Ah, no positions that require a high level of flexibility from you, you mean,” Eskil corrects, “or did you not want to see me bent into interesting shapes?”
“Oh, yes, well, you you can do whatever you like, sweet thing, but I may have to simply lay back and watch…” Vincent laughs, trailing his fingers down to Esse’s behind, reaching to find his hole.
Esse giggles at that, vague ideas forming in his mind - though they’re swiftly vanishing again as he is drawn back into the moment by Vincent’s questing hands.
Vincent finds Eskil’s hole, and runs his fingers back and forth over it, not daring to slip inside, not yet. He wants to wait for Esse to relax.
Eskil spreads his legs a little more and pulls up his knees a bit so Vincent will have easier access to him, and smiles - taking Vincent’s free hand gently in his own to place it on his own stomach.
Vincent smiles at that small, sweet gesture, resting one hand against Esse’s stomach as the other hand dares to enter Esse, one finger slowly sliding inside.
Esse tilts his head back, unknowingly showing off all of that wonderful neck, and moans as Vincent inserts his finger into him.
Vincent can’t help himself, he buries his face into that beautiful neck, kissing and licking at it as he moves his finger, urging Esse to relax against him.
He throws his arms around the Russian, holding him close, as he pants and whimpers; “More?”
Vincent doesn’t reply, too busy kissing, but he pulls his finger out to make room for another on the next thrust, slowly spreading them apart as he moves.
Eskil groans and pushes back against Vincent’s fingers. “So good, feels so good, can’t wait... well, can, will, but, ah, want you.”
“God, you’re so gorgeous…” Vincent groans, revelling in both the sounds that Esse is making, and the way his fingers are slicking so wonderfully in and out of the young Swede.
The Swede arches his back and rolls his hips, fucking himself on Vincent’s fingers - he wants more, wants all of Vincent. “Please, another...” he begs.
Oh, God, this is something else--Esse grinding down on his fingers like this, begging for more...it takes all of Vincent’s restraint not to just grab him and fuck him. He knows they need just a little more preparation, a little more time. He pulls his fingers out and drizzles a tad more oil on them, this time sliding three fingers back into his young Swede.
A full body shudders goes through the young man and a broken moan escapes his lips as he’s stretched open. It is much. It is not enough. It’s wonderful. “Vincent,” the name uttered like a plea - though for what Eskil isn’t sure himself.
“Soon…” Vincent murmurs, taking the plea as a desperation for Esse to be taken, “Show me you want it, that you can take it…” he continues, urging the Swede to grind down again.
Esse nods, nods, and pushes down once again, wanting - needing. “Want you Vincent, want you to have me so much.”
That’s enough for Vincent, and he nods, swiftly pulling his fingers out as he adjusts himself on the bed, shifting his body so that he can be on top of Eskil. “God, I want you, I want you…” he murmurs, holding the young Swede’s hips, pulling him into position, his cock pressed to Eskil’s entrance.
Looking up at Vincent with his grey eyes blown wide with desire Eskil simply says; “Take me.”
That’s all Vincent needs to hear to begin to slowly, slowly push himself inside Eskil, feeling the oil slowly drip out of Esse’s hole as Vincent eases his way in. As always, Eskil feels like absolute Heaven, and Vincent can’t help but let out a gentle whimper of pleasure.
Eskil groans as Vincent sinks into him, the stretch of the more than welcome intrusion of his lover’s cock being just on the edge of painful though not enough to deter the Swede from helping to push himself onto Vincent - impaling himself on the other man.
“S-So good…” is all Vincent manages to say as he pushes on, slowly, gently, until he is all the way inside, balls pressed up tight to Eskil’s hole. He has to close his eyes, bite his lower lip...he wants to spend then and there, it feels so wonderful.
Breathing, breathing is good, and he does that as he nods at Vincent’s words. He’s so full. Filled to the brim one might say. A gentle and slightly shaky hand reaches up to stroke through Vincent’s beard. “Give me just a second to... get used to you...” Esse pants.
Vincent opens his eyes, nodding a reassuring little nod as he replies: “H-Ha...of course, Esse. F-Feels good, just like this…” Vincent is grateful for the pause, to stop him from spending too early.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your size, Vincent,” Eskil chuckles breathlessly between little whimpers and gasps. “Worth it though, the, ah, having to wait, having to... let my body adjust,” he nods, and after another few moments he squeezes his lover’s hips with his thighs. “Now.”
That compliment only excites Vincent more, and at Eskil’s command, he begins to slowly, slowly move, giving Esse a few moments to get used to the feeling before he really begins to go for it. My love is so beautiful, so attractive… is all Vincent can think as he moves, panting and moaning.
The Swede makes sure to meet every single thrust, working with Vincent’s rhythm, as the motion and the feel of oil slick skin against oil slick skin sets his mind on fire with need. “So good,” he moans, “so full.”
Vincent drops his head forward as he moves, his pants and groans increasing in volume as he begins to quicken his pace, Eskil’s words spurring him on. He can feel little beads of sweat beginning to form on his skin, and he knows his hair is just a tousled mess about his shoulders, not to mention that he is dripping with oil. Eskil has ruined him again, in the best way possible, and it only excites Vincent even more.
Eskil whimpers and moans, his head thrashing back and forth against the pillow, sweat damp curls swaying, as he succumbs to the pleasure. Vincent pumping into him, his own cock trapped between them rubbing up against Vincent’s stomach as they move together. “Please, please...”
“Make a mess on me, please…” Vincent begs, feeling his muscles tighten as he moves. He’s getting close.
“Going to... be on both of us,” Eskil whines, unable to keep from writhing and squirming - no longer able to keep up his rhythmic rolls as he’s too far gone. “Please, harder...”
Vincent doesn’t reply, he just increases his speed, thrusting into Esse over and over, his muscles tensing, his mouth growing dry. He is growing so close to release, lost in pleasure, lost in the beautiful scents and the sounds that Esse is making.
The Swede is growing increasingly louder with every thrust and it’s with a drawn out shout that he comes undone, his hands grasping Vincent’s arms hard as he’s washed away by wave upon wave of pure bliss.
Esse’s orgasm sends Vincent over the edge and it only takes a few more thrusts before he pulls out to finish on Eskil’s stomach, adding to the mess as he releases and pushes his weight down against Esse’s body, growling and moaning as he too finds his own bliss.
After his blowout Eskil’s sinks into the mattress, entirely boneless and exhausted after that. He can’t speak just yet, still catching his breath, but he smiles and one hand strokes over Vincent’s hair before flopping back onto the bed.
“I...adore...you…” is all Vincent manages to say before slowly pulling himself up off of Eskil, turning to flop down onto the pillows, his chest heaving with exhaustion.
“And I you,” Eskil replies, still too tired to move much as he’s swimming in the afterglow, but he finds Vincent’s hand with his own and gently laces their fingers together.
“T-That was...amazing…” Vincent pants, still lost in pleasure, “Y-You’re amazing...you feel s-so good…”
Eskil turns his head to beam lazily at Vincent and his words. “You really... you’re... it was so...” he doesn’t find the words and he shakes his head a little - smiling brightly as the sun.
Vincent nods in agreement, letting out a breathy little chuckle. “You...You wear me out. I...I love it.”
“Not to worn out for a bath I hope... I’m a mess,” Esse says, looking down at himself and the oil and sweat and come that covers him.
“We both are…” Vincent chuckles, “A bath would be wonderful. And maybe...a change of bedsheets?” he asks, realising it might be a little embarrassing to sort things out with Grams.
“Mm, bath first though, before it all dries in,” Eskil mumbles.
“Good plan...I’m excited to see which concoction of scents you choose today!” Vincent says, with a warm chuckle.
“Something citrusy I think,” Eskil says as he ungracefully crawls out of bed in all his messy glory and offers a hand to Vincent. “Something refreshing and...” he yawns, then smiles, “invigorating - I need it if I plan to stay awake long enough to get clean and out of the bath again.”
Vincent takes that offered hand and stands, planting a soft kiss to Esse’s lips, before murmuring: “And I want you well-rested so we can do this all over again tomorrow…”
Eskil grins and leans his forehead against Vincent’s. “You’ll be terrible for how often my sheets needs to be changed,” he chuckles, “but I can’t say I mind at all...”
