Log: Feast-time escapades.
Feb. 27th, 2016 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eskil_douglas[Summary: Snippets from Esse's and Vincent's celebrations of the Feast.]
[Warning: NSFW. It's basically just all sex with a small dash of fluff.]
“Take me over your desk,” Eskil moans, entangled with his lover as he is as they’ve just barely made it into Vincent’s apartment before falling into each other's arms.
“Yes! Yes!” is Vincent’s only reply, too focused on undressing himself and his lover, half-leading, half-dragging his sweetheart into his bedroom as he does. His kisses are clumsy, sloppy, needy.
Eskil’s nearly tripping over his own feet as he follows Vincent, hands busily wandering over his lover’s arms, chest, shoulders and neck, as he kisses back hungrily.
There’s a melodramatic sweep of the desk then, as Vincent knocks papers and books aside to give his lover a place to lean up against as Vincent begins to kiss and suck at Eskil’s neck, hands already making their way to the front of the young Swede’s trousers.
Eskil perches at the edge of the desk, unwilling to lean back just yet since he needs to get Vincent’s shirt off, now! Usually nimble fingers fumbles with the buttons since he’s too excited to be slow and methodical about it.
Vincent chuckles, helping Esse unbutton his shirt. He throws it aside with a grunt of impatience, pulling Eskil back into a deep, wet kiss. Passionate is certainly one word for it…
The Swede throws his arms around Vincent’s neck and pulls him closer, closer, pressing into the kiss, whimpering. Eventually coming up to catch his breath he murmurs a; “Need you,” against the Russian’s lips.
Vincent growls and (with a little awkward maneuvering) manages to pull off Esse’s shoes and socks, before tugging down his sweetheart’s trousers, and then his drawers. He groans with pleasure at the sight of his naked love, and pulls him into another deep kiss, panting out a question between movements: “You ready? Oil? Yeah?”
“Yes, oil, then have me,” Eskil keens, too lost with need to realise he just might have to let go of Vincent if he’s supposed to actually get that oil.
Vincent manages to wriggle and tug his way out of his love’s embrace, his legs shaking with excitement and need as he moves to his bedside drawers to grab the oil. “You wanna get into position?” he grins over his shoulder, opening the drawer to lift out a new, large bottle of oil that he bought especially, for the Feast.
“Uhu,” Esse replies and hurries to do as he’s bidden, leaning over the table and looking back over his shoulder in anticipation. “Please, Vincent...” is all he says, all he needs to say to convey the fact he rather wants Vincent to hurry up and get back to where Eskil is waiting for him.
“I’m coming!” Vincent says, half-running back to Esse’s side. He doesn’t even bother to take his own trousers off, he just unbuttons and pulls out his (rather hard) cock, shaking hands reaching for the oil to rub a little over his own member before quickly making little circles over the outside of Esse’s entrance, not daring to go inside just yet as he asks: “A-Are you relaxed, yeah? Can I…?”
Eskil doesn’t rightly know if he’s ready or not - but right now, feeling Vincent’s fingers teasing at his entrance, he doesn’t give a damn and he nods eagerly. “Yes, Vincent, yes, please...”
Vincent quickly slips a slick finger into Esse’s entrance, working up a quick rhythm as he begins to stroke his own cock. “O-Oh, wow, yes…” is all he manages to say, too excited by the prospect of actually taking Esse over his desk like this.
The Swede moans and grips the edges of the desk as he attempts to meet the thrusts of Vincent’s finger. “More, please, more,” he pleads, desperate to get the warm up over and done with so he can finally get Vincent’s cock inside him.
Esse is taking Vincent’s finger well, so he pushes two more inside the young Swede, scissoring and thrusting as he builds up a quick rhythm, groaning with pleasure to feel Eskil open up for more, like this. “That feel good?” Vincent pants, trying to encourage some of the lascivious talk that he so loves to hear from Esse’s lips.
“Yes,” Eskil whimpers, “your fingers, so good, filling me, working me...” he pants wantonly. “Want your cock though...”
At that, Vincent pulls his fingers out, sucking on them for a moment before re-positioning himself, pressing the head of his cock up to Esse’s now-slick entrance. “God, you’re so attractive, so...f-fuck…”
Eskil groans at the loss of those fingers, but as he feels Vincent against him he turns his head to look back at him - grey eyes blown wide with desire and need. “Take me.”
Vincent leans forward to kiss Esse--a deep, needy kiss--before slowly pushing inside Eskil, groaning as he does. He has been waiting for this for what seems like forever and oh Eskil feels good!
The Swede takes a deep breath, shoulders tensing a fraction - Vincent is always a lot to take in and after such a quick warm up it’s nearly overwhelming... but oh so good! “So full,” he pants, “so full, Vincent.”
“N-Not hurting, am I?” Vincent murmurs, between groans, still pushing in, oh-so-gently, until he can move no more, “I-I’ll give you a second before I get going...but then…” he trails off, growling happily.
“Not hurting,” Esse assures, just stretching out and making me ache a little - nothing I can’t handle. He breathes and relaxes against the desk, wondering a little at what’s gotten over him to have him quite this desperate for the other man to have him like this, but grinning at Vincent’s words, figuring it doesn’t matter much since his lover is happy to accommodate his desires. “Is that a promise? It think a second has passed...”
“Impatient…” Vincent grins, tracing a gentle line down Esse’s spine with his fingers, “I’m giving you time to get used to it…” Vincent is so desperate to just get going, to give in to his animalistic urges and just fuck Eskil over his desk like he’s daydreamed about so many times before, but the wait is worth it, so as not to hurt his love with premature rough play.
“Vincent,” Eskil keens, shuddering a little at those fingers trailing down his spine, clenching around his lover’s cock, “stop teasing and just fuck me already!”
Anything for you. Vincent places one hand to Esse’s shoulder, pressing him down against the wood, and curls the other around the edge of his desk to steady himself as he begins to thrust, groaning with contentment and pleasure. “E-Eskil…” he pants as he moves, “S-So...h-ha...you’re so…” Warm. Wanting.
“Hnnghh... Vincent,” Eskil moans as he’s pressed against the table, the edges of it digging into his thighs with every thrust - and every thrust brushes against his prostate and makes him see stars. “G-God, so, unfh, more...”
Vincent does as he is told and begins to speed up his movements, dropping his head forward and clutching his desk a little harder. “F-Fu...Eskil...so good…!”
“H-Ha, ah,” Esse pants, gripping the table hard to stay in place, his toes wanting to curl up but he fights to keep his feet properly planted on the floor. Vincent is ruining him in the best way possible.
“How’s that feel?” Vincent grins, biting his bottom lip as he quickens his pace, quite certain that his trousers will be terribly stained after all this, but not caring in the slightest, his mind too immediately concerned with pleasure and movement and feeling.
Hopefully Vincent isn’t expecting anything too poetic since Eskil can’t really form full sentences as he’s too lost in a near delirious haze of pleasure. “G-Gahh, so, can’t... words, more, please,” he whines, voice high pitched and full of his desperate need.
More? “S-Sure…” is all Vincent can say as he pushes all of his weight down against Eskil, pressing him down hard against the desk as he pounds into his young love, every muscle in his body tensing as he does.
There isn’t much Eskil can do more than take it, and perhaps it’s freeing in a way - being pinned down and fucked - maybe that’s why it seemed to be the most tantalizing option this evening, handing over the responsibility to Vincent entirely for once. A steady stream of pants and moans spills from his lips and he grips the desk hard enough for his knuckles to go white.
If Eskil was a different sort of man, Vincent would be calling him a string of filthy names, but Vincent knows to avoid that with Esse, and he focuses instead on thrusting as deeply as he can, groaning and growling to let his young sweetheart know how good Esse feels against his cock. “I want you to come all over my desk…” the older man groans between pants--it’s a silly, filthy request, but his mind is clouded with pleasure and the idea seems so enticing.
It takes a moment for Esse to comprehend the words being said to him, but as he does he pulls his mind together long enough to say; “Anything, for you. Gonna need a hand with that though.”
Vincent lifts the hand that is pushing Esse down, sliding it down to urge Esse off the desk so that Vincent can begin to stroke his cock as he thrusts. “How’s that, il mio bel principe?”
“FUCK!!” Esse shouts as he comes, taken entirely by surprise by it and his knees almost buckling from the intensity of it. Though, as promised, it all lands across Vincent’s desk.
“O-Oh God, yeah…” Vincent chuckles as he watches Esse spend, stopping his movements to give Esse a chance to recover, “Such a large mess…”
Panting Esse flops back down against the desk, becoming covered in his own mess in the process as he breathlessly manages a; “Don’t stop.”
Oh God, Esse looks so wonderfully undone, like this. Vincent gives Esse’s curls a quick, grateful ruffle before his hand slides down to the small of Esse’s back, pressing him down again as Vincent begins to move again, struggling to keep his eyes open so he can see what a beautiful mess his sweetheart is.
Aftershocks still going through him Esse twitches and clenches as he tries to catch his breath, a hazy smile forming on his lips. “Already a mess, come on my back?”
“Yes, yes!” Vincent gasps, feeling himself growing close at that request, “Want you covered in it…”
Slowly coming down from his high Esse grows boneless and heavy against the desk - exhausted and blissed out even if vaguely aware that he’ll have some interesting bruises on his thighs and will feel rather roughed up if they don’t finish soon and retire to bed. Worth it! “Come on then... cover me.”
Eskil is so beautiful to Vincent, so perfect, and so willing and open to giving himself over completely to his lover during their shared pleasure. Vincent quickly pulls out to spend a large load up Esse’s back, groaning and growling, with his only thought being “I adore you, I adore you, I adore you!” as he releases.
“Vincent,” Esse murmurs, his tone nothing short of loving, as he feels his lover spend across his back. He’s still too exhausted to move much, but he reaches back to pat what skin he can reach - Vincent’s hip by the feel of it. “That was...” he trails off with a sated sigh.
Vincent reaches for Esse’s hand to squeeze it, his chest heaving with fatigue. He can’t help but chuckle as he looks down at Eskil stretched over his desk, his curls sticking up and stuck to his skin with sweat, his body covered in come, his skin pink with rough marks… “Wow…” is all Vincent can say, grinning.
With great effort the young Swede rolls over so that he can have a proper look at his lover, getting even more hopelessly smeared as he does so. “Wow indeed,” he chuckles and reaches for Vincent with tired arms.
“C’mere…” Vincent murmurs with a smile, leaning down to embrace Eskil, making himself quite hopelessly stained in the process, “You were so good. You’re so good. I adore you…” Vincent whispers, kissing over Esse’s face.
Eskil’s arm closes around him, holding Vincent close. “I adore you too... can’t believe we...” he giggles. “The way you... I still have no words,” but if he did they would be words of praise judging by his adoring smile.
“Such a mess!” Vincent chuckles, unable to stop grinning, “I’ve never...not like that, not over a desk!”
There’s something utterly delighted in Esse’s look as he hears that. “You mean I, uh, we shared a first?”
“Y-Yeah, I guess we did!” Vincent laughs, nodding with an equally delighted look upon his own face, “We did!”
Esse’s gathered enough strength to pull himself up enough to place a warm kiss to Vincent’s lips - figuring it’d speak louder than words at the moment. Once their lips parts he grins. “A messy first... we should have a bath, no?”
“Mmm, definitely. How about you go and run one, get yourself nice and settled, and I’ll clean up here?” he suggests, planting a kiss to Esse’s forehead, “Pick out some nice oils for us.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” says the Swede, getting up on still slightly wobbly legs to head into the bathroom.
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Vincent is laughing as he practically rolls around the bed with Esse, the two of them not quite sure what they want to do or what position they want to settle in, but both of them having a lot of fun finding out as they run their hands over one another’s bodies. Vincent growls and rubs his beard up against Esse’s face, his chest hair brushing against Eskil’s smooth torso as he does.
Eskil giggles as he takes the opportunity to roll on top of Vincent and ever so gently pin the man beneath him as he runs soft fingers through Vincent’s beard, locking eyes with his lover. “You are so fuzzy!”
Vincent grins, and laughs. “I am!” he chuckles, taking the opportunity to run his hands down Esse’s sides, “You really like my fuzz, don’t you? You’re always playing with it...bet you dream about it!”
“Why dream about it when I can have it under my fingers, hmm?” Esse asks, teasing, but as the Swede sits up a little more so that his fingers can trail down from Vincent’s beard to his chest and they sink into that fuzz his look softens into one of gentle delight. “I love your fuzz,” he murmurs - transfixed by it.
Vincent chuckles again, shaking his head. None of his previous lovers have ever had such a fixation with his body hair before, and he finds it entirely endearing that Eskil is so focused on it. “Show me then…” he murmurs, smiling.
Tearing his eyes away from Vincent’s chest Eskil tilts his head with a curious little smile. “Show you how?” he asks, flopping down against the Russian, making himself comfortable against the other man as he presses a few kisses against his beard.
“Mmm, that’s a good start…” Vincent sighs, closing his eyes and tilting his head so Esse can kiss him a little more easily, “Perhaps if you did that with all of my fuzz, that would be rather nice…” he trails off, chuckling.
It’s a challenge the Swede is all too happy to attempt - and once he’s done there really shouldn’t be a single strand of hair on Vincent’s body that hasn’t been touched by Eskil’s lips.
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“You don’t think it’ll be too hot, do you?” Eskil asks as he spreads out a spare sheet over the bed - giving some thought to the clean up process even though he’s rather to excited by their idea to care that much about stains.
Vincent is already naked, arms folded across his bare chest as he shakes his head, moving to dip a finger in one of the bowls. He lifts it to his mouth and sucks on it, grinning as he replies: “Nope, just a little warm. Perfect temperature.”
Having finished his task Eskil turns to smile at Vincent. “Mm, good, give us a taste?” he asks as he comes up close gently placing his hands at Vincent’s hips.
“Which flavour do you want?” Vincent grins, his hands hovering over the bowls.
“The white one,” Esse says with a nod as one of his hands sneaks to Vincent’s rear to give it a little squeeze.
“Mmmf!” Vincent says at the squeeze, biting his lip and smirking as he moves to dip his fingers in the white chocolate, before lifting his hand to Esse’s lips, “It looks delicious.”
“So do you,” Esse says, grinning, before he takes Vincent’s fingers in his mouth, sucking gently with a pleased little noise - enjoying the taste.
“Mm, how’s that taste?” Vincent murmurs, his free hand moving to gently stroke through Eskil’s hair, lingering for a moment as he plays with a single curl.
“Mmpfhh,” is the pleased sounding reply as Eskil’s too busy to get all the chocolate off of Vincent’s fingers to be able to speak just yet.
“Mmm, wow, you’re so good at that…” Vincent smiles, making sure to praise his little Swede, “I might even let you pick where to lick next…” he trails off, with a smirk.
Releasing Vincent’s fingers Eskil smiles. “You taste divine all covered in chocolate,” he says before leaning in to press a quick kiss to Vincent’s smirk. “I should get properly undressed first...”
“You mean I don’t taste divine normally?” Vincent teases, before planting a quick kiss to Eskil’s forehead and moving to slide onto the bed, awaiting Eskil.
“Of course you do,” Esse laughs as he removes his dressing gown and underwear, tossing it onto one of the chairs, “but you know how I feel about chocolate.”
“Very true, I suppose I don’t quite taste that good…” Vincent grins, and lets out a low whistle of appreciation as Eskil undresses, “You are gorgeous, y’know…”
He still blushes at compliments, though there’s no trace of embarrassment as he crawls onto the bed to join Vincent. “You might be sweet, but even if I enjoy your taste you don’t really taste sweet - and I do have a sweet tooth...” Eskil rambles. “You are so handsome,” he adds dipping his fingers in the dark chocolate to smear some of it on Vincent’s lips before diving in for a kiss.
Vincent can’t help but grin as he tastes the chocolate, and feels Eskil’s lips and tongue eager to get it all. He wonders if what they say about chocolate’s properties is really true…
“So sweet,” Esse mumbles against Vincent’s lips, “and rich and just a hint of bitterness.”
“Just like me?” Vincent grins, moving to trail his fingers down the curve of Eskil’s spine.
“I’d hardly call you bitter,” Esse giggles, cupping Vincent’s face with his hands and pressing a plethora of little kisses to his lips, nose, cheeks and chin.
“How could I be bitter around my sweet little Swede, mm?” Vincent smiles, kissing back where he can, “My beard’s not too tickly, is it? I trimmed it this morning, tried to neaten it up a bit…”
“I’d say it’s just the right amount of tickly,” Eskil replies, gently nuzzling against the very beard they’re discussing.
“Mm, thank you, dolce...” Vincent murmurs, a content little sigh escaping his lips at the contact, “Though...we have an awful lot of chocolate to get through. You can’t possibly eat it all, mm?”
“Is that a dare?” Esse chuckles. “Mm, I think we best do something about that before it sets again,” he says, leaning back a little in an invitation to Vincent to spread some chocolate on him.
“I think we should!” Vincent grins, reaching his hand over to the milk chocolate bowl, smearing a little chocolate onto Esse’s chest and neck, before offering up his fingers to taste.
Esse wastes no time in swallowing Vincent’s fingers, his tongue curling around the digits.
Vincent lets out a little moan and waits for Esse to finish before sitting up and repositioning himself to kneel in front of Eskil. He wastes no time in getting to work on the young Swede’s neck, greedily sucking and licking at the chocolate upon his skin.
The Swede breathes a small moan and tilts his head back to give Vincent full access to his skin. “You are a genius for coming up with this idea,” he chuckles.
Vincent pulls away to chuckle, grinning as he replies: “Wasn’t too hard to think of. You love chocolate, I love licking things off of you. Easy.”
“Mm, but you have to kiss me in between licks or I won’t be tasting the chocolate,” Esse says as his hand sneaks into Vincent’s hair, gently urging him into a kiss.
Vincent leans forward to kiss his little Swede, opening his mouth to allow Esse to taste the chocolate that he has managed to get not only on his tongue and lips, but all over his beard as well.
It won’t be there for long since Esse quite thoroughly chases after every little drop of melted chocolate before he’s satisfied to stop kissing at Vincent long enough to give him a warm beaming smile, grey eyes sparkling. “Delicious!”
Vincent pants, trying to catch his breath, but he smiles a wide, soppy smile at his sweetheart as he replies: “God, you’re handsome.”
“Sweet, chocolaty, fuzzy bear,” Esse says with a grin, dipping his fingers in the white chocolate again offering them to Vincent this time.
Vincent sucks obediently, closing his eyes and murmuring happily against Esse’s touch. He decides to show off a little, taking Esse’s hand to push the young Swede’s fingers in as far as they will go.
Eskil hums with pleasure, his free hand drawing little circles against Vincent’s scalp. “Good?”
Vincent finishes and pulls away, grinning as he replies: “So good. So good...God, you’re…” he trails off, unable to stop smiling.
“I’m what?” Esse asks grinning. “Tasty?” he suggests.
“So tasty...I’ll be dreaming about this for weeks...I thought that’d stop when we started courting!” Vincent laughs, dipping his fingers into the dark chocolate.
Courting. It still makes his heart skip a beat and his smile to grow ridiculously fond when he hears that word. They are courting - they’re not just some undefined thing.
Vincent smears the chocolate against Esse’s lips and gives him the briefest of soft kisses before moving to lick down the young Swede’s chest, still smiling.
Little gasps escapes him and Esse grins as he says; “You know this is not quite as messy as I thought it’d be...”
“Wait until I get to your cock…” Vincent grins, growling.
The Swede blushes and giggles, dipping his fingers in the milk chocolate bowl and then smearing it on his own stomach. “Not sure one is supposed to cover one’s bits in chocolate though.”
“I’m not sure ‘one’ is really supposed to suck cocks in the first place,” Vincent grins, “Good thing I’ve never been one to care for rules…” And with that, he gets to work on Esse’s stomach, slowly licking up the young Swede’s skin.
Esse’s laugh is quickly changing into moans when his sensitive stomach is being licked and it takes a moment for him to gather his thoughts and put them into words in the haze of pleasure. “I meant,” he gasps, “that I’m not sure it’s... safe to do so?”
“Oh?” Vincent says, pulling back and staring up at Eskil, “How do you mean?” he asks, trying hard not to look terribly disappointed.
Esse bites his lip a little worriedly as he looks down at Vincent. He doesn’t know where the thought came from, but there’s something that makes him think that maybe drizzling melted chocolate on one’s cock might have some less than nice consequences. “I... I don’t know, I’ve never done this before but... I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”
“Oh…” Vincent says, looking a little disheartened, before sitting up, smiling. “It’s fine. I’ll avoid doing anything like that then!” he says with a grin, planting a soft kiss to Esse’s forehead.
Eskil smiles and kisses Vincent’s cheek. “I don’t mean you can’t take me in your mouth if you’d like, just... don’t add chocolate to it before you do in that case?”
“I know, I don’t want to hurt you, or get you hurt, o-or whatever. But...I would very much like to take you in my mouth…” Vincent laughs.
“You know...” Esse says with a beaming smile, his hand stroking Vincent’s beard, “I’d rather enjoy that, and after that I’ll get a turn too, no?”
“‘Course!” Vincent grins, and with that, he ducks his head and repositions himself so that he can take his Swedish sweetheart in his mouth.
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“Tell me if it’s too tight, okay?” Eskil asks as he adjusts the silk shawl that they’ve picked up for this very occasion.
“Feels fine!” Vincent grins, clenching and unclenching his fists as he gets used to the sensation of having his hands bound.
Esse finishes his work and leans back, smiling but serious. “If you want out at any time you tell me, okay? Or if there’s anything you like to change or, well, anything at all!”
Vincent nods, smiling, “I understand. Perhaps we should have...a word, or a phrase...or a signal? I might end up begging for things, and I wouldn’t want you to take that as an indication that I wasn’t enjoying myself.”
“Yes!” Eskil nods and smiles enthusiastically. “That’d be a good idea I think. Though... if you say things that make me doubt you enjoy yourself even if you don’t say the word you choose I will uh, check in, yes?”
“Yes, check in, always good. I mean...I won’t say anything awful. I’m trying to think of a good word, one that wouldn’t just slip out...what’s the Swedish for ‘stop’?” Vincent asks.
“It’s ‘stopp’,” Eskil says with a shake of his head, “so I suggest something else?”
“Oh, well that’s useless…” Vincent chuckles, “Give me another Swedish word? One mildly easy to pronounce?”
“Hmm, nej?” Eskil asks, and the word does sound a lot like neigh, so it shouldn’t be too hard to pronounce. “It means no.”
“Nej...” Vincent repeats, his pronunciation almost correct, “I can remember that, yes.”
“Good,” Eskil says with a nod and smile as he leans forward and places a gentle kiss to Vincent’s lips. “So, what do you want to do now that you’re all tied up?”
“Wellll….” Vincent grins, excited, “I mean, really, you could do anything with me...though, um...I can’t help but notice that my nipples are being sorely neglected…”
“Is that so?” Eskil asks with a chuckle, placing his hand gently but firmly on Vincent’s chest. “And what do you think we should do about that, hmm?” he teases.
“Mmm, well...you have two lovely hands and that silver tongue of yours…” Vincent grins, clenching his fists a little in his excitement.
“Mmm, I do, don’t I?” Esse grins, his fingers moving to circle Vincent’s left nipple. “What would you suggest I do with them?”
“H-Ha…” Vincent moans, “T-That’s a good start…” He trails off, looking up into Eskil’s grey eyes and realising that if this is going to work, he’s going to have to communicate a little better, “Y-You can pinch them...i-if you like…”
Bringing his other hand into the mix as well Eskil does as he is asked, pinching both of Vincent’s nipples gently. “How’s that, sweet bear?”
Oh, that’s good. Vincent lets out a moan, tensing at the slight pain, “S-So good!”
Esse smiles and gently, soothingly rubs the sting away. “Mmm, want you to feel so good, Vincent.”
“I-I will, you will!” Vincent assures, between soft little moans, but his cheeks redden as he continues: “C-Can I ask you a favour?”
“Of course you can,” Esse replies with a warm smile and nod, stilling his hands for the moment.
Vincent looks up at Eskil with soft, needy eyes, a look of utter embarrassment on his face as he asks: “Rub my tummy?”
Esse has a hard time bearing that embarrassed look, he wishes it wasn’t there, wishes it was only need and want, but he nods and presses a kiss to Vincent’s forehead, softly, reassuringly. “Of course, fuzzy bear,” he says as one of his hands wanders lower to rub circles against Vincent’s stomach, his other hand still gently playing with one of his nipples. “Good?”
“S-So good, thank you! I-I’m sorry, it’s silly, I know...I-I’m just...I...I’ve been tied up before, but not...I mean, no-one’s ever asked me what I wanted, like this…” he trails off, his babbles turning into quiet little murmurs of nothingness.
“It’s not silly,” Eskil assures, voice soft and tender, “and I’ll always ask. Your pleasure is pleasing me you know.”
“I know, you like to please me...and you’re very good at it…” Vincent says, smiling, “Now...um...I’m getting rather uncomfortably hard.”
Esse grins. “Are you know? And what should we do about that?” he asks, but as to not tease too much he adds suggestions; “Hands? Mouth? Something else? What would you like, Vincent?”
“H-Hands, for now? So I don’t get too excited too quickly? I mean, unless you want to see me covered in come…” Vincent grins, gaining a little more confidence having realised that Esse is willing to do whatever he might ask for.
“Hands for now,” Esse repeats back to his lover, his hand wandering lower to take Vincent in hand and gently stroking him. “As much as it would be a lovely sight I think taking you in my mouth would defeat that purpose since I’d just swallow it.”
Vincent moans at that gentle touch, but grins as he replies: “Unless you pulled away...and let me spend all over my hairy tum, mm?”
Pressing his lips to Vincent’s for a deep and demanding kiss will have to be answer enough Esse thinks, his hand still keeping a gentle slow rhythm.
Vincent kisses back, hungrily, needily, moaning against Eskil’s lips as he does. Whilst he had envisioned this as Eskil taking control of him, he’s rather enjoying getting to boss his little Swede around.
After a moment of heated kisses Esse pulls back with a grin. “Such a handsome thing you are...”
“Mm, actually I think you’re the handsome one...if I could, I would tear that dressing gown off you to get a proper look at that beautiful body of yours…” Vincent chuckles.
“Oh? This thing?” Esse asks, gesturing with one hand, the one not currently occupied with Vincent’s cock, to his dressing gown. “Hmm, well, you can’t, now can you? Maybe you should ask nicely and we’ll see if I take it off...”
“Mmm, Esse…” Vincent whines, but there is a smile upon his lips as he oh-so-sweetly says: “Please could you take your dressing gown off, dolce?”
“Hmm, you do realise I would have to stop touching you, don’t you?” Eskil teases, leaning in so he’s just a breath away from Vincent’s lips - smile near wicked as he gives a few firm strokes to Vincent’s cock.
“H-Ha..nnmm…” is all Vincent manages, swallowing hard and flexing against his bindings before he can stutter out a: “I-I can manage for a few seconds, I-I suppose…”
Eskil chuckles and presses his lips to Vincent’s before releasing him and scooting back a little on the bed so that he can untie the knot of his robe and slide it off of his shoulders.
“G-God, you’re so handsome…” Vincent murmurs, craning his neck up a little to look at the body he has seen countless times throughout the course of the Feast.
The Swede smiles, soft and fond, and tosses the dressing gown aside. “So are you, sweet bear,” he says, trailing a hand down that familiar hairy chest.
It is soft, and gentle, and familiar, as Esse’s touches always are, but Vincent is needy, and even that simple touch is a lot for him to take. He lets out a deep moan, closing his eyes as Eskil’s fingers run through his chest hair.
“Now then, what should I do with you now?” Eskil asks, his voice gently teasing - but it is a question, one he’d like an answer to so he doesn’t end up doing anything that’d make Vincent uncomfortable whilst restrained.
Vincent opens his eyes, cheeks flushed as he asks: “You have oil, don’t you?”
Eskil opens the nightstand drawer and picks out the bottle of oil that was full at the beginning of the Feast. “There’s still enough left for a few rounds, yes,” he assures.
Vincent smiles at that--at the good memories and the time shared together--before asking: “Mm...would you mind...using your fingers on me?” He had considered asking Eskil to ride him (considering how much fun that had been on his birthday) but without his hands free, he couldn’t help Eskil with the preparation, and did not want to make his poor little Swede too anxious at the prospect of having to do it himself.
“Not at all,” Eskil assures, already having begun to coat his fingers with oil, having assumed that Vincent would ask for just that. Once he’s satisfied that there’s enough lubrication he puts the bottle aside and smiles as he asks; “Spread your legs a little for me?”
Vincent does as he is told, spreading his legs with a small smile as he murmurs: “You’re very good to me, you know.”
Gentle, as always, Esse reaches to rub at the opening, pressing a kiss to Vincent’s thigh. “You make it easy for me to be good to you, I lo... like that quite a lot about you...”
Was he about to...no...he couldn’t have… “You’re so sweet, tying me up and still doing whatever I want…” is all Vincent says, chuckling.
Eskil grins against Vincent’s thigh, pressing another few fluttering kisses in a trail up to his lover’s hip. “Of course, can’t have you be both bound and frustrated with want at the same time - who knows what a bear would get up to then?” he chuckles. “Ready for more?”
“I’d growl and break free of my chains,” Vincent chuckles, quickly nodding at the question, “Yes, please, but...um...are you going to be alright? I mean, you know, there’s not too much I can do like this, but still…”
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” Eskil says, meaning it, as he pushes a finger inside Vincent. He’s too focused on the enjoyment he gets from giving pleasure to really think about his own arousal anyway. “Good?”
Vincent nods, letting out a low gasp of pleasure, “Very.”
Eskil looks up with a smile - pleased, proud - trying to catch Vincent’s eyes as he asks; “Can I take you in mouth as well?”
Vincent locks eyes with his sweetheart and can’t help but moan--excited, grateful, wanting, before replying: “Yes! Please! Just...I might spend quickly…”
“I don’t mind...” Eskil assures, grey eyes sparkling as he parts his lips and takes the head in his mouth, moaning gently.
“Oh, God!” Vincent exclaims, closing his eyes and tensing against his constraints, “S-So good, so good, so good!”
The Swede makes a pleased little noise of appreciation and slowly starts sliding his finger in and out of Vincent in sync with the up and down bobs of his head - all his senses on high alert as he’s careful not to overwhelm Vincent.
“H-Ha, oh God, oh God, Esse, you’re so good, so good, feels amazing…” Vincent pants between moans, tensing his muscles and feeling his toes curl against the bedsheets.
Eskil soaks up the praise like a sponge and is spurred on by Vincent’s clear enjoyment to go a little faster, to use another finger, to swallow Vincent a little deeper.
Those fingers stretching him and filling him, the feeling of Esse’s tongue, it’s so good--better than any fantasy--and Vincent can feel himself growing close to spending, wishing he were a little better at holding back.
Esse can feel that Vincent is close, he’s learnt all the little signs by now - the Feast having seen them in bed together more than out of it - and he hums with delight, keeping up with his ministrations.
“G-Gonna...soon…” Vincent gasps, tensing against the silk as he lets out a series of growls and moans, the friction becoming overwhelming for him, “P-Please, don’t stop!”
Eskil has no intention to stop at all, instead he concentrates on finding that spot (that someone who’s better at anatomy than he is has told him is the prostate) and curl his fingers against it as he relaxes and angles himself to take Vincent whole, pressing down.
That glorious pressure, those wet sounds! Vincent can’t take it any more, and he releases, a deep growl erupting from his throat as his whole body tenses and trembles with pleasure.
He swallows and slows his movements, but doesn’t stop until Vincent is well and truly done. Then and only then he pulls off and out of Vincent with a beaming smile.
Vincent is all but knocked out from the intensity of his release, but he manages to half-open his eyes and smile weakly up at Eskil, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Mmm…” is all he manages to say.
Eskil strokes away some of the hair and presses a kiss to Vincent’s forehead. “Do you want me to untie you now?”
Vincent can only manage a small nod, his body wanting him to give in and sleep.
Nimble fingers works the knots loose and Eskil studies Vincent’s wrists to see that there’s no too horrible marks left from their escapades. “Does it hurt at all?”
“Only a little,” Vincent reassures, his voice hoarse, “It’ll go away soon I’m sure. Thank you…”
Esse places a soft kiss to each wrist and nods. “Sweet Vincent,” he murmurs as he curls up beside him and pulls up the blankets around them.
Vincent smiles a warm, sleepy smile, but murmurs in protest at the blankets: “Mm, no, no, let me do something for you…”
“Sleep first, I know you’re tired,” Esse says, pressing a kiss to Vincent’s cheek.
“I’m always tired…” Vincent smiles, wrapping a heavy arm around his little Swede, “Please, you always let me be so selfish…”
“Not selfish,” Esse murmurs, “I just now you’ll perform better after a nap,” he retorts with a grin.
“True…” Vincent murmurs, giving into both Esse and his fatigue as he closes his eyes, “What would you like me to do when I wake up then?”
“We’ll figure it out...” Esse murmurs as he cuddles up closer.
“You’re beautiful. In every way, just beautiful…” Vincent whispers, hoping with all his will that Esse understands that he is saying I love you.
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He’s exhausted! Every muscle in his body aching, some more than others, after two weeks of constant revels and dancing and countless moments of passion shared with his lover. It’s taken it’s toll. He wouldn’t have changed a single thing though and he smiles warmly if tiredly at Vincent as he steps into the bath and sinks into the water.
“Does the Feast really have to end?” Vincent chuckles, only half-awake as he wraps his arms around Eskil’s chest, holding him close to his own fuzz.
“It better,” Eskil says, laughing a sigh, “too sore to keep this up.” He leans back and rest most of his weight against Vincent, he’s not heavy enough to crush him... he hopes.
“Mmnff…” Vincent says as Eskil leans against him, but the Swede doesn’t weigh much and Vincent is too tired to really protest anyway, “I think I did alright for my first Feast...my old bones held up pretty well!” he laughs.
“You did splendidly,” Esse chuckles, “who would have thought I was the one who’d have to struggle to keep up with you?” Granted he has been unwilling to step away from the dance floor even whilst Vincent didn’t join him, and he spent too much time just watching Vincent when he slept, his heart swelling in his chest.
“Not me...then again, how could I keep my hands off of you? Such a beautiful young man…” Vincent beams. It’s probably the hundredth time he’s said it over the course of the Feast, but he means every word.
“Oh I don’t know, I doubt it’s even possible,” Eskil chuckles, turning his head enough so Vincent will catch his smile before leaning back again and nuzzling against his sweetheart’s neck.
“Mm, so beautiful…” Vincent murmurs, nuzzling against Eskil’s curls and gently rubbing his hand over the young Swede’s chest, “So kind, to give me so much of your time…”
“Wanted your first Feast to be as lovely as mine was,” Esse murmurs back, “and I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my third with anyone else...”
“You mean more to me than anyone else in London…” Vincent murmurs, fingers trailing down to Eskil’s stomach, “What a wonderful Feast…”
Eskil can’t hold back a little moan as he feels that gentle touch against his stomach. “It’s been so very lovely,” he agrees, “you’ve been so lovely...”
“As have you, my little Prince…” Vincent murmurs, fingers rubbing little circles over Eskil’s stomach, “And I want you to know that I won’t stop adoring you simply because the Feast is over…”
“Mmm,” he hums, “neither will I, Vincent, you know that, don’t you?”
“I do...I know...I know I’m not used to this, being with one person, but...I don’t want it to end, I really don’t. I’m so lucky…” Vincent whispers, pressing his head to Eskil’s curls, stilling his hands for a moment as he holds his young Swede close.
“So am I,” Eskil whispers back, gentle fingers trailing against Vincent’s legs. I love you. “I’m so glad I found you.”
“Thank you for helping me. Thank you for….helping me think a little better of myself…” Vincent mutters, planting a gentle kiss to Eskil’s hair. You’re so kind to me and I love you.
“You are more than welcome. You deserve being happy with yourself and if I can help you get there, well, nothing would make me happier,” Esse says with a sincere nod.
“I hope I can return the favour…” Vincent mutters, hands once again rubbing down Eskil’s stomach.
No matter how worn out and exhausted he is his stomach is as sensitive as ever and Vincent’s hands rubbing it does things to him. Eskil gasps a little and lets out a little moan as he can feel himself hardening.
Vincent grins a sleepy grin, knowing quite well what his hands are doing to Eskil, “Does that feel nice?” he asks, continuing to stroke across Esse’s stomach.
“Uhu,” Esse answers, nodding a little against Vincent’s neck, “so nice.”
Vincent trails his hand a little lower, fingers brushing up against Esse’s hips, “You are incredibly handsome, you know.”
“Vincent,” Eskil pleads, squirming a little where he sits between Vincent’s legs, “I’m too tired for teasing.”
“Sorry…” Vincent chuckles, sliding his hand to Esse’s cock as he begins to stroke, “I’ll be good, promise. Then we can both have a well-deserved rest.”
“Thank you,” Eskil whimpers, pressing a kiss to Vincent’s neck. “So good to me...”
“I can’t wait to snuggle up with you…” Vincent grins, increasing his speed a little.
“Yes,” Esse pants, his fingertips pressing against Vincent’s thighs as his sore muscles tenses and relaxes with the building pleasure, “all warm and clean and... h-ha...”
“And cosy…” Vincent murmurs, kissing at Eskil’s neck as he moves his hand.
“Uhu,” is all Esse manages as he whines and moans, getting closer and closer to his climax, exhausted but needy and nearly overwhelmed even by the simple pleasure of being touched. “Hold me...”
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you…” Vincent murmurs, free hand firmly wrapping around Eskil’s chest, “Beautiful little Prince…”
A few more strokes and Esse comes without much fanfare - just a full-body shudder going through him and a broken moan leaving his lips as he spends (only a few drops, the Feast really has sucked him dry). “Vincent,” he pants.
“You’re so handsome…” is all Vincent can say, all he can communicate without saying those three confusing little words, and he moves his hand from Esse’s cock to wrap it around the young Swede’s chest, holding him close, “Thank you, I know you’re exhausted.”
Eskil slumps back against Vincent yet again, near boneless and almost about to fall asleep in the tub again. “Thank you,” he murmurs back, lifting tired hands so he can stroke the arms holding him.
“Do you think we should head to bed?” Vincent asks, stifling a loud yawn.
“Mmm,” Esse murmurs, “probably best before we fall asleep here.”
“Mmnff…” Vincent agrees, splashing a little water over Eskil’s stomach to clean him, before standing and dragging himself out of the bath with a loud groan of effort and fatigue.
Being entirely unprepared for the movement Esse falls back into the water with a surprised little yelp. Coming back up again he snorts and coughs and shakes himself off as if he was a wet dog. “Well, I’m awake now...”
Vincent can’t help but laugh, quickly covering his mouth with his hand to try to hide the extent of his amusement as he quickly blurts out: “Oh, Esse! I’m sorry! I thought you’d move! Oh, goodness, poor little thing!”
It is amusing, Esse can understand that, but he’s too busy attempting to get water out of his ear to have the time to laugh. “‘M fine,” he assures though, giving up and crawling out of the bath.
“C’mere…” Vincent says, quickly reaching for a towel and wrapping it around Esse, planting a soft kiss to his forehead, “I’m sorry. Poor little drowned Prince. Can I make it up to you with cuddles?” He is, after all, too tired to do much else.
“Not grouchy,” Esse assures with a sleepy kiss to Vincent’s cheek, “just tired... won’t say no to cuddles though.”
“The sheets clean?” Vincent asks, not even bothering to grab a towel as he begins to pad into the bedroom.
“Yeah,” Esse says, yawning as he half walks half stumbles after Vincent and flops down onto the bed, kicking the covers down.
“Mm, good…” Vincent murmurs, gently tugging the towel away from Esse to dry himself, before tossing it aside and flopping down beside his little Swede, the bed creaking beneath his weight.
Eskil makes an effort to curl up against Vincent, tugging the blankets with him in an attempt to cover them both.
Vincent helps, pulling the blankets up until they are both covered, and then he lets out a fatigued little sigh, resting an arm around Eskil.
“Fuzzy bear,” the Swede mumbles, barely awake as he’s nuzzling up against Vincent’s chest.
“Handsome Prince…” Vincent whispers, lost in a half-awake haze of the scent of bath oils and the warmth of Esse’s skin, “Thank you…”
Esse’s only reply is a warm, blissful, little smile and a gentle snore as he’s already drifting off - warm and safe and content in his lover’s arms.
And with that, Vincent slips into slumber, his dreaming mind filled with sweet memories of the Feast.
[Warning: NSFW. It's basically just all sex with a small dash of fluff.]
“Take me over your desk,” Eskil moans, entangled with his lover as he is as they’ve just barely made it into Vincent’s apartment before falling into each other's arms.
“Yes! Yes!” is Vincent’s only reply, too focused on undressing himself and his lover, half-leading, half-dragging his sweetheart into his bedroom as he does. His kisses are clumsy, sloppy, needy.
Eskil’s nearly tripping over his own feet as he follows Vincent, hands busily wandering over his lover’s arms, chest, shoulders and neck, as he kisses back hungrily.
There’s a melodramatic sweep of the desk then, as Vincent knocks papers and books aside to give his lover a place to lean up against as Vincent begins to kiss and suck at Eskil’s neck, hands already making their way to the front of the young Swede’s trousers.
Eskil perches at the edge of the desk, unwilling to lean back just yet since he needs to get Vincent’s shirt off, now! Usually nimble fingers fumbles with the buttons since he’s too excited to be slow and methodical about it.
Vincent chuckles, helping Esse unbutton his shirt. He throws it aside with a grunt of impatience, pulling Eskil back into a deep, wet kiss. Passionate is certainly one word for it…
The Swede throws his arms around Vincent’s neck and pulls him closer, closer, pressing into the kiss, whimpering. Eventually coming up to catch his breath he murmurs a; “Need you,” against the Russian’s lips.
Vincent growls and (with a little awkward maneuvering) manages to pull off Esse’s shoes and socks, before tugging down his sweetheart’s trousers, and then his drawers. He groans with pleasure at the sight of his naked love, and pulls him into another deep kiss, panting out a question between movements: “You ready? Oil? Yeah?”
“Yes, oil, then have me,” Eskil keens, too lost with need to realise he just might have to let go of Vincent if he’s supposed to actually get that oil.
Vincent manages to wriggle and tug his way out of his love’s embrace, his legs shaking with excitement and need as he moves to his bedside drawers to grab the oil. “You wanna get into position?” he grins over his shoulder, opening the drawer to lift out a new, large bottle of oil that he bought especially, for the Feast.
“Uhu,” Esse replies and hurries to do as he’s bidden, leaning over the table and looking back over his shoulder in anticipation. “Please, Vincent...” is all he says, all he needs to say to convey the fact he rather wants Vincent to hurry up and get back to where Eskil is waiting for him.
“I’m coming!” Vincent says, half-running back to Esse’s side. He doesn’t even bother to take his own trousers off, he just unbuttons and pulls out his (rather hard) cock, shaking hands reaching for the oil to rub a little over his own member before quickly making little circles over the outside of Esse’s entrance, not daring to go inside just yet as he asks: “A-Are you relaxed, yeah? Can I…?”
Eskil doesn’t rightly know if he’s ready or not - but right now, feeling Vincent’s fingers teasing at his entrance, he doesn’t give a damn and he nods eagerly. “Yes, Vincent, yes, please...”
Vincent quickly slips a slick finger into Esse’s entrance, working up a quick rhythm as he begins to stroke his own cock. “O-Oh, wow, yes…” is all he manages to say, too excited by the prospect of actually taking Esse over his desk like this.
The Swede moans and grips the edges of the desk as he attempts to meet the thrusts of Vincent’s finger. “More, please, more,” he pleads, desperate to get the warm up over and done with so he can finally get Vincent’s cock inside him.
Esse is taking Vincent’s finger well, so he pushes two more inside the young Swede, scissoring and thrusting as he builds up a quick rhythm, groaning with pleasure to feel Eskil open up for more, like this. “That feel good?” Vincent pants, trying to encourage some of the lascivious talk that he so loves to hear from Esse’s lips.
“Yes,” Eskil whimpers, “your fingers, so good, filling me, working me...” he pants wantonly. “Want your cock though...”
At that, Vincent pulls his fingers out, sucking on them for a moment before re-positioning himself, pressing the head of his cock up to Esse’s now-slick entrance. “God, you’re so attractive, so...f-fuck…”
Eskil groans at the loss of those fingers, but as he feels Vincent against him he turns his head to look back at him - grey eyes blown wide with desire and need. “Take me.”
Vincent leans forward to kiss Esse--a deep, needy kiss--before slowly pushing inside Eskil, groaning as he does. He has been waiting for this for what seems like forever and oh Eskil feels good!
The Swede takes a deep breath, shoulders tensing a fraction - Vincent is always a lot to take in and after such a quick warm up it’s nearly overwhelming... but oh so good! “So full,” he pants, “so full, Vincent.”
“N-Not hurting, am I?” Vincent murmurs, between groans, still pushing in, oh-so-gently, until he can move no more, “I-I’ll give you a second before I get going...but then…” he trails off, growling happily.
“Not hurting,” Esse assures, just stretching out and making me ache a little - nothing I can’t handle. He breathes and relaxes against the desk, wondering a little at what’s gotten over him to have him quite this desperate for the other man to have him like this, but grinning at Vincent’s words, figuring it doesn’t matter much since his lover is happy to accommodate his desires. “Is that a promise? It think a second has passed...”
“Impatient…” Vincent grins, tracing a gentle line down Esse’s spine with his fingers, “I’m giving you time to get used to it…” Vincent is so desperate to just get going, to give in to his animalistic urges and just fuck Eskil over his desk like he’s daydreamed about so many times before, but the wait is worth it, so as not to hurt his love with premature rough play.
“Vincent,” Eskil keens, shuddering a little at those fingers trailing down his spine, clenching around his lover’s cock, “stop teasing and just fuck me already!”
Anything for you. Vincent places one hand to Esse’s shoulder, pressing him down against the wood, and curls the other around the edge of his desk to steady himself as he begins to thrust, groaning with contentment and pleasure. “E-Eskil…” he pants as he moves, “S-So...h-ha...you’re so…” Warm. Wanting.
“Hnnghh... Vincent,” Eskil moans as he’s pressed against the table, the edges of it digging into his thighs with every thrust - and every thrust brushes against his prostate and makes him see stars. “G-God, so, unfh, more...”
Vincent does as he is told and begins to speed up his movements, dropping his head forward and clutching his desk a little harder. “F-Fu...Eskil...so good…!”
“H-Ha, ah,” Esse pants, gripping the table hard to stay in place, his toes wanting to curl up but he fights to keep his feet properly planted on the floor. Vincent is ruining him in the best way possible.
“How’s that feel?” Vincent grins, biting his bottom lip as he quickens his pace, quite certain that his trousers will be terribly stained after all this, but not caring in the slightest, his mind too immediately concerned with pleasure and movement and feeling.
Hopefully Vincent isn’t expecting anything too poetic since Eskil can’t really form full sentences as he’s too lost in a near delirious haze of pleasure. “G-Gahh, so, can’t... words, more, please,” he whines, voice high pitched and full of his desperate need.
More? “S-Sure…” is all Vincent can say as he pushes all of his weight down against Eskil, pressing him down hard against the desk as he pounds into his young love, every muscle in his body tensing as he does.
There isn’t much Eskil can do more than take it, and perhaps it’s freeing in a way - being pinned down and fucked - maybe that’s why it seemed to be the most tantalizing option this evening, handing over the responsibility to Vincent entirely for once. A steady stream of pants and moans spills from his lips and he grips the desk hard enough for his knuckles to go white.
If Eskil was a different sort of man, Vincent would be calling him a string of filthy names, but Vincent knows to avoid that with Esse, and he focuses instead on thrusting as deeply as he can, groaning and growling to let his young sweetheart know how good Esse feels against his cock. “I want you to come all over my desk…” the older man groans between pants--it’s a silly, filthy request, but his mind is clouded with pleasure and the idea seems so enticing.
It takes a moment for Esse to comprehend the words being said to him, but as he does he pulls his mind together long enough to say; “Anything, for you. Gonna need a hand with that though.”
Vincent lifts the hand that is pushing Esse down, sliding it down to urge Esse off the desk so that Vincent can begin to stroke his cock as he thrusts. “How’s that, il mio bel principe?”
“FUCK!!” Esse shouts as he comes, taken entirely by surprise by it and his knees almost buckling from the intensity of it. Though, as promised, it all lands across Vincent’s desk.
“O-Oh God, yeah…” Vincent chuckles as he watches Esse spend, stopping his movements to give Esse a chance to recover, “Such a large mess…”
Panting Esse flops back down against the desk, becoming covered in his own mess in the process as he breathlessly manages a; “Don’t stop.”
Oh God, Esse looks so wonderfully undone, like this. Vincent gives Esse’s curls a quick, grateful ruffle before his hand slides down to the small of Esse’s back, pressing him down again as Vincent begins to move again, struggling to keep his eyes open so he can see what a beautiful mess his sweetheart is.
Aftershocks still going through him Esse twitches and clenches as he tries to catch his breath, a hazy smile forming on his lips. “Already a mess, come on my back?”
“Yes, yes!” Vincent gasps, feeling himself growing close at that request, “Want you covered in it…”
Slowly coming down from his high Esse grows boneless and heavy against the desk - exhausted and blissed out even if vaguely aware that he’ll have some interesting bruises on his thighs and will feel rather roughed up if they don’t finish soon and retire to bed. Worth it! “Come on then... cover me.”
Eskil is so beautiful to Vincent, so perfect, and so willing and open to giving himself over completely to his lover during their shared pleasure. Vincent quickly pulls out to spend a large load up Esse’s back, groaning and growling, with his only thought being “I adore you, I adore you, I adore you!” as he releases.
“Vincent,” Esse murmurs, his tone nothing short of loving, as he feels his lover spend across his back. He’s still too exhausted to move much, but he reaches back to pat what skin he can reach - Vincent’s hip by the feel of it. “That was...” he trails off with a sated sigh.
Vincent reaches for Esse’s hand to squeeze it, his chest heaving with fatigue. He can’t help but chuckle as he looks down at Eskil stretched over his desk, his curls sticking up and stuck to his skin with sweat, his body covered in come, his skin pink with rough marks… “Wow…” is all Vincent can say, grinning.
With great effort the young Swede rolls over so that he can have a proper look at his lover, getting even more hopelessly smeared as he does so. “Wow indeed,” he chuckles and reaches for Vincent with tired arms.
“C’mere…” Vincent murmurs with a smile, leaning down to embrace Eskil, making himself quite hopelessly stained in the process, “You were so good. You’re so good. I adore you…” Vincent whispers, kissing over Esse’s face.
Eskil’s arm closes around him, holding Vincent close. “I adore you too... can’t believe we...” he giggles. “The way you... I still have no words,” but if he did they would be words of praise judging by his adoring smile.
“Such a mess!” Vincent chuckles, unable to stop grinning, “I’ve never...not like that, not over a desk!”
There’s something utterly delighted in Esse’s look as he hears that. “You mean I, uh, we shared a first?”
“Y-Yeah, I guess we did!” Vincent laughs, nodding with an equally delighted look upon his own face, “We did!”
Esse’s gathered enough strength to pull himself up enough to place a warm kiss to Vincent’s lips - figuring it’d speak louder than words at the moment. Once their lips parts he grins. “A messy first... we should have a bath, no?”
“Mmm, definitely. How about you go and run one, get yourself nice and settled, and I’ll clean up here?” he suggests, planting a kiss to Esse’s forehead, “Pick out some nice oils for us.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” says the Swede, getting up on still slightly wobbly legs to head into the bathroom.
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Vincent is laughing as he practically rolls around the bed with Esse, the two of them not quite sure what they want to do or what position they want to settle in, but both of them having a lot of fun finding out as they run their hands over one another’s bodies. Vincent growls and rubs his beard up against Esse’s face, his chest hair brushing against Eskil’s smooth torso as he does.
Eskil giggles as he takes the opportunity to roll on top of Vincent and ever so gently pin the man beneath him as he runs soft fingers through Vincent’s beard, locking eyes with his lover. “You are so fuzzy!”
Vincent grins, and laughs. “I am!” he chuckles, taking the opportunity to run his hands down Esse’s sides, “You really like my fuzz, don’t you? You’re always playing with it...bet you dream about it!”
“Why dream about it when I can have it under my fingers, hmm?” Esse asks, teasing, but as the Swede sits up a little more so that his fingers can trail down from Vincent’s beard to his chest and they sink into that fuzz his look softens into one of gentle delight. “I love your fuzz,” he murmurs - transfixed by it.
Vincent chuckles again, shaking his head. None of his previous lovers have ever had such a fixation with his body hair before, and he finds it entirely endearing that Eskil is so focused on it. “Show me then…” he murmurs, smiling.
Tearing his eyes away from Vincent’s chest Eskil tilts his head with a curious little smile. “Show you how?” he asks, flopping down against the Russian, making himself comfortable against the other man as he presses a few kisses against his beard.
“Mmm, that’s a good start…” Vincent sighs, closing his eyes and tilting his head so Esse can kiss him a little more easily, “Perhaps if you did that with all of my fuzz, that would be rather nice…” he trails off, chuckling.
It’s a challenge the Swede is all too happy to attempt - and once he’s done there really shouldn’t be a single strand of hair on Vincent’s body that hasn’t been touched by Eskil’s lips.
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“You don’t think it’ll be too hot, do you?” Eskil asks as he spreads out a spare sheet over the bed - giving some thought to the clean up process even though he’s rather to excited by their idea to care that much about stains.
Vincent is already naked, arms folded across his bare chest as he shakes his head, moving to dip a finger in one of the bowls. He lifts it to his mouth and sucks on it, grinning as he replies: “Nope, just a little warm. Perfect temperature.”
Having finished his task Eskil turns to smile at Vincent. “Mm, good, give us a taste?” he asks as he comes up close gently placing his hands at Vincent’s hips.
“Which flavour do you want?” Vincent grins, his hands hovering over the bowls.
“The white one,” Esse says with a nod as one of his hands sneaks to Vincent’s rear to give it a little squeeze.
“Mmmf!” Vincent says at the squeeze, biting his lip and smirking as he moves to dip his fingers in the white chocolate, before lifting his hand to Esse’s lips, “It looks delicious.”
“So do you,” Esse says, grinning, before he takes Vincent’s fingers in his mouth, sucking gently with a pleased little noise - enjoying the taste.
“Mm, how’s that taste?” Vincent murmurs, his free hand moving to gently stroke through Eskil’s hair, lingering for a moment as he plays with a single curl.
“Mmpfhh,” is the pleased sounding reply as Eskil’s too busy to get all the chocolate off of Vincent’s fingers to be able to speak just yet.
“Mmm, wow, you’re so good at that…” Vincent smiles, making sure to praise his little Swede, “I might even let you pick where to lick next…” he trails off, with a smirk.
Releasing Vincent’s fingers Eskil smiles. “You taste divine all covered in chocolate,” he says before leaning in to press a quick kiss to Vincent’s smirk. “I should get properly undressed first...”
“You mean I don’t taste divine normally?” Vincent teases, before planting a quick kiss to Eskil’s forehead and moving to slide onto the bed, awaiting Eskil.
“Of course you do,” Esse laughs as he removes his dressing gown and underwear, tossing it onto one of the chairs, “but you know how I feel about chocolate.”
“Very true, I suppose I don’t quite taste that good…” Vincent grins, and lets out a low whistle of appreciation as Eskil undresses, “You are gorgeous, y’know…”
He still blushes at compliments, though there’s no trace of embarrassment as he crawls onto the bed to join Vincent. “You might be sweet, but even if I enjoy your taste you don’t really taste sweet - and I do have a sweet tooth...” Eskil rambles. “You are so handsome,” he adds dipping his fingers in the dark chocolate to smear some of it on Vincent’s lips before diving in for a kiss.
Vincent can’t help but grin as he tastes the chocolate, and feels Eskil’s lips and tongue eager to get it all. He wonders if what they say about chocolate’s properties is really true…
“So sweet,” Esse mumbles against Vincent’s lips, “and rich and just a hint of bitterness.”
“Just like me?” Vincent grins, moving to trail his fingers down the curve of Eskil’s spine.
“I’d hardly call you bitter,” Esse giggles, cupping Vincent’s face with his hands and pressing a plethora of little kisses to his lips, nose, cheeks and chin.
“How could I be bitter around my sweet little Swede, mm?” Vincent smiles, kissing back where he can, “My beard’s not too tickly, is it? I trimmed it this morning, tried to neaten it up a bit…”
“I’d say it’s just the right amount of tickly,” Eskil replies, gently nuzzling against the very beard they’re discussing.
“Mm, thank you, dolce...” Vincent murmurs, a content little sigh escaping his lips at the contact, “Though...we have an awful lot of chocolate to get through. You can’t possibly eat it all, mm?”
“Is that a dare?” Esse chuckles. “Mm, I think we best do something about that before it sets again,” he says, leaning back a little in an invitation to Vincent to spread some chocolate on him.
“I think we should!” Vincent grins, reaching his hand over to the milk chocolate bowl, smearing a little chocolate onto Esse’s chest and neck, before offering up his fingers to taste.
Esse wastes no time in swallowing Vincent’s fingers, his tongue curling around the digits.
Vincent lets out a little moan and waits for Esse to finish before sitting up and repositioning himself to kneel in front of Eskil. He wastes no time in getting to work on the young Swede’s neck, greedily sucking and licking at the chocolate upon his skin.
The Swede breathes a small moan and tilts his head back to give Vincent full access to his skin. “You are a genius for coming up with this idea,” he chuckles.
Vincent pulls away to chuckle, grinning as he replies: “Wasn’t too hard to think of. You love chocolate, I love licking things off of you. Easy.”
“Mm, but you have to kiss me in between licks or I won’t be tasting the chocolate,” Esse says as his hand sneaks into Vincent’s hair, gently urging him into a kiss.
Vincent leans forward to kiss his little Swede, opening his mouth to allow Esse to taste the chocolate that he has managed to get not only on his tongue and lips, but all over his beard as well.
It won’t be there for long since Esse quite thoroughly chases after every little drop of melted chocolate before he’s satisfied to stop kissing at Vincent long enough to give him a warm beaming smile, grey eyes sparkling. “Delicious!”
Vincent pants, trying to catch his breath, but he smiles a wide, soppy smile at his sweetheart as he replies: “God, you’re handsome.”
“Sweet, chocolaty, fuzzy bear,” Esse says with a grin, dipping his fingers in the white chocolate again offering them to Vincent this time.
Vincent sucks obediently, closing his eyes and murmuring happily against Esse’s touch. He decides to show off a little, taking Esse’s hand to push the young Swede’s fingers in as far as they will go.
Eskil hums with pleasure, his free hand drawing little circles against Vincent’s scalp. “Good?”
Vincent finishes and pulls away, grinning as he replies: “So good. So good...God, you’re…” he trails off, unable to stop smiling.
“I’m what?” Esse asks grinning. “Tasty?” he suggests.
“So tasty...I’ll be dreaming about this for weeks...I thought that’d stop when we started courting!” Vincent laughs, dipping his fingers into the dark chocolate.
Courting. It still makes his heart skip a beat and his smile to grow ridiculously fond when he hears that word. They are courting - they’re not just some undefined thing.
Vincent smears the chocolate against Esse’s lips and gives him the briefest of soft kisses before moving to lick down the young Swede’s chest, still smiling.
Little gasps escapes him and Esse grins as he says; “You know this is not quite as messy as I thought it’d be...”
“Wait until I get to your cock…” Vincent grins, growling.
The Swede blushes and giggles, dipping his fingers in the milk chocolate bowl and then smearing it on his own stomach. “Not sure one is supposed to cover one’s bits in chocolate though.”
“I’m not sure ‘one’ is really supposed to suck cocks in the first place,” Vincent grins, “Good thing I’ve never been one to care for rules…” And with that, he gets to work on Esse’s stomach, slowly licking up the young Swede’s skin.
Esse’s laugh is quickly changing into moans when his sensitive stomach is being licked and it takes a moment for him to gather his thoughts and put them into words in the haze of pleasure. “I meant,” he gasps, “that I’m not sure it’s... safe to do so?”
“Oh?” Vincent says, pulling back and staring up at Eskil, “How do you mean?” he asks, trying hard not to look terribly disappointed.
Esse bites his lip a little worriedly as he looks down at Vincent. He doesn’t know where the thought came from, but there’s something that makes him think that maybe drizzling melted chocolate on one’s cock might have some less than nice consequences. “I... I don’t know, I’ve never done this before but... I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”
“Oh…” Vincent says, looking a little disheartened, before sitting up, smiling. “It’s fine. I’ll avoid doing anything like that then!” he says with a grin, planting a soft kiss to Esse’s forehead.
Eskil smiles and kisses Vincent’s cheek. “I don’t mean you can’t take me in your mouth if you’d like, just... don’t add chocolate to it before you do in that case?”
“I know, I don’t want to hurt you, or get you hurt, o-or whatever. But...I would very much like to take you in my mouth…” Vincent laughs.
“You know...” Esse says with a beaming smile, his hand stroking Vincent’s beard, “I’d rather enjoy that, and after that I’ll get a turn too, no?”
“‘Course!” Vincent grins, and with that, he ducks his head and repositions himself so that he can take his Swedish sweetheart in his mouth.
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“Tell me if it’s too tight, okay?” Eskil asks as he adjusts the silk shawl that they’ve picked up for this very occasion.
“Feels fine!” Vincent grins, clenching and unclenching his fists as he gets used to the sensation of having his hands bound.
Esse finishes his work and leans back, smiling but serious. “If you want out at any time you tell me, okay? Or if there’s anything you like to change or, well, anything at all!”
Vincent nods, smiling, “I understand. Perhaps we should have...a word, or a phrase...or a signal? I might end up begging for things, and I wouldn’t want you to take that as an indication that I wasn’t enjoying myself.”
“Yes!” Eskil nods and smiles enthusiastically. “That’d be a good idea I think. Though... if you say things that make me doubt you enjoy yourself even if you don’t say the word you choose I will uh, check in, yes?”
“Yes, check in, always good. I mean...I won’t say anything awful. I’m trying to think of a good word, one that wouldn’t just slip out...what’s the Swedish for ‘stop’?” Vincent asks.
“It’s ‘stopp’,” Eskil says with a shake of his head, “so I suggest something else?”
“Oh, well that’s useless…” Vincent chuckles, “Give me another Swedish word? One mildly easy to pronounce?”
“Hmm, nej?” Eskil asks, and the word does sound a lot like neigh, so it shouldn’t be too hard to pronounce. “It means no.”
“Nej...” Vincent repeats, his pronunciation almost correct, “I can remember that, yes.”
“Good,” Eskil says with a nod and smile as he leans forward and places a gentle kiss to Vincent’s lips. “So, what do you want to do now that you’re all tied up?”
“Wellll….” Vincent grins, excited, “I mean, really, you could do anything with me...though, um...I can’t help but notice that my nipples are being sorely neglected…”
“Is that so?” Eskil asks with a chuckle, placing his hand gently but firmly on Vincent’s chest. “And what do you think we should do about that, hmm?” he teases.
“Mmm, well...you have two lovely hands and that silver tongue of yours…” Vincent grins, clenching his fists a little in his excitement.
“Mmm, I do, don’t I?” Esse grins, his fingers moving to circle Vincent’s left nipple. “What would you suggest I do with them?”
“H-Ha…” Vincent moans, “T-That’s a good start…” He trails off, looking up into Eskil’s grey eyes and realising that if this is going to work, he’s going to have to communicate a little better, “Y-You can pinch them...i-if you like…”
Bringing his other hand into the mix as well Eskil does as he is asked, pinching both of Vincent’s nipples gently. “How’s that, sweet bear?”
Oh, that’s good. Vincent lets out a moan, tensing at the slight pain, “S-So good!”
Esse smiles and gently, soothingly rubs the sting away. “Mmm, want you to feel so good, Vincent.”
“I-I will, you will!” Vincent assures, between soft little moans, but his cheeks redden as he continues: “C-Can I ask you a favour?”
“Of course you can,” Esse replies with a warm smile and nod, stilling his hands for the moment.
Vincent looks up at Eskil with soft, needy eyes, a look of utter embarrassment on his face as he asks: “Rub my tummy?”
Esse has a hard time bearing that embarrassed look, he wishes it wasn’t there, wishes it was only need and want, but he nods and presses a kiss to Vincent’s forehead, softly, reassuringly. “Of course, fuzzy bear,” he says as one of his hands wanders lower to rub circles against Vincent’s stomach, his other hand still gently playing with one of his nipples. “Good?”
“S-So good, thank you! I-I’m sorry, it’s silly, I know...I-I’m just...I...I’ve been tied up before, but not...I mean, no-one’s ever asked me what I wanted, like this…” he trails off, his babbles turning into quiet little murmurs of nothingness.
“It’s not silly,” Eskil assures, voice soft and tender, “and I’ll always ask. Your pleasure is pleasing me you know.”
“I know, you like to please me...and you’re very good at it…” Vincent says, smiling, “Now...um...I’m getting rather uncomfortably hard.”
Esse grins. “Are you know? And what should we do about that?” he asks, but as to not tease too much he adds suggestions; “Hands? Mouth? Something else? What would you like, Vincent?”
“H-Hands, for now? So I don’t get too excited too quickly? I mean, unless you want to see me covered in come…” Vincent grins, gaining a little more confidence having realised that Esse is willing to do whatever he might ask for.
“Hands for now,” Esse repeats back to his lover, his hand wandering lower to take Vincent in hand and gently stroking him. “As much as it would be a lovely sight I think taking you in my mouth would defeat that purpose since I’d just swallow it.”
Vincent moans at that gentle touch, but grins as he replies: “Unless you pulled away...and let me spend all over my hairy tum, mm?”
Pressing his lips to Vincent’s for a deep and demanding kiss will have to be answer enough Esse thinks, his hand still keeping a gentle slow rhythm.
Vincent kisses back, hungrily, needily, moaning against Eskil’s lips as he does. Whilst he had envisioned this as Eskil taking control of him, he’s rather enjoying getting to boss his little Swede around.
After a moment of heated kisses Esse pulls back with a grin. “Such a handsome thing you are...”
“Mm, actually I think you’re the handsome one...if I could, I would tear that dressing gown off you to get a proper look at that beautiful body of yours…” Vincent chuckles.
“Oh? This thing?” Esse asks, gesturing with one hand, the one not currently occupied with Vincent’s cock, to his dressing gown. “Hmm, well, you can’t, now can you? Maybe you should ask nicely and we’ll see if I take it off...”
“Mmm, Esse…” Vincent whines, but there is a smile upon his lips as he oh-so-sweetly says: “Please could you take your dressing gown off, dolce?”
“Hmm, you do realise I would have to stop touching you, don’t you?” Eskil teases, leaning in so he’s just a breath away from Vincent’s lips - smile near wicked as he gives a few firm strokes to Vincent’s cock.
“H-Ha..nnmm…” is all Vincent manages, swallowing hard and flexing against his bindings before he can stutter out a: “I-I can manage for a few seconds, I-I suppose…”
Eskil chuckles and presses his lips to Vincent’s before releasing him and scooting back a little on the bed so that he can untie the knot of his robe and slide it off of his shoulders.
“G-God, you’re so handsome…” Vincent murmurs, craning his neck up a little to look at the body he has seen countless times throughout the course of the Feast.
The Swede smiles, soft and fond, and tosses the dressing gown aside. “So are you, sweet bear,” he says, trailing a hand down that familiar hairy chest.
It is soft, and gentle, and familiar, as Esse’s touches always are, but Vincent is needy, and even that simple touch is a lot for him to take. He lets out a deep moan, closing his eyes as Eskil’s fingers run through his chest hair.
“Now then, what should I do with you now?” Eskil asks, his voice gently teasing - but it is a question, one he’d like an answer to so he doesn’t end up doing anything that’d make Vincent uncomfortable whilst restrained.
Vincent opens his eyes, cheeks flushed as he asks: “You have oil, don’t you?”
Eskil opens the nightstand drawer and picks out the bottle of oil that was full at the beginning of the Feast. “There’s still enough left for a few rounds, yes,” he assures.
Vincent smiles at that--at the good memories and the time shared together--before asking: “Mm...would you mind...using your fingers on me?” He had considered asking Eskil to ride him (considering how much fun that had been on his birthday) but without his hands free, he couldn’t help Eskil with the preparation, and did not want to make his poor little Swede too anxious at the prospect of having to do it himself.
“Not at all,” Eskil assures, already having begun to coat his fingers with oil, having assumed that Vincent would ask for just that. Once he’s satisfied that there’s enough lubrication he puts the bottle aside and smiles as he asks; “Spread your legs a little for me?”
Vincent does as he is told, spreading his legs with a small smile as he murmurs: “You’re very good to me, you know.”
Gentle, as always, Esse reaches to rub at the opening, pressing a kiss to Vincent’s thigh. “You make it easy for me to be good to you, I lo... like that quite a lot about you...”
Was he about to...no...he couldn’t have… “You’re so sweet, tying me up and still doing whatever I want…” is all Vincent says, chuckling.
Eskil grins against Vincent’s thigh, pressing another few fluttering kisses in a trail up to his lover’s hip. “Of course, can’t have you be both bound and frustrated with want at the same time - who knows what a bear would get up to then?” he chuckles. “Ready for more?”
“I’d growl and break free of my chains,” Vincent chuckles, quickly nodding at the question, “Yes, please, but...um...are you going to be alright? I mean, you know, there’s not too much I can do like this, but still…”
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” Eskil says, meaning it, as he pushes a finger inside Vincent. He’s too focused on the enjoyment he gets from giving pleasure to really think about his own arousal anyway. “Good?”
Vincent nods, letting out a low gasp of pleasure, “Very.”
Eskil looks up with a smile - pleased, proud - trying to catch Vincent’s eyes as he asks; “Can I take you in mouth as well?”
Vincent locks eyes with his sweetheart and can’t help but moan--excited, grateful, wanting, before replying: “Yes! Please! Just...I might spend quickly…”
“I don’t mind...” Eskil assures, grey eyes sparkling as he parts his lips and takes the head in his mouth, moaning gently.
“Oh, God!” Vincent exclaims, closing his eyes and tensing against his constraints, “S-So good, so good, so good!”
The Swede makes a pleased little noise of appreciation and slowly starts sliding his finger in and out of Vincent in sync with the up and down bobs of his head - all his senses on high alert as he’s careful not to overwhelm Vincent.
“H-Ha, oh God, oh God, Esse, you’re so good, so good, feels amazing…” Vincent pants between moans, tensing his muscles and feeling his toes curl against the bedsheets.
Eskil soaks up the praise like a sponge and is spurred on by Vincent’s clear enjoyment to go a little faster, to use another finger, to swallow Vincent a little deeper.
Those fingers stretching him and filling him, the feeling of Esse’s tongue, it’s so good--better than any fantasy--and Vincent can feel himself growing close to spending, wishing he were a little better at holding back.
Esse can feel that Vincent is close, he’s learnt all the little signs by now - the Feast having seen them in bed together more than out of it - and he hums with delight, keeping up with his ministrations.
“G-Gonna...soon…” Vincent gasps, tensing against the silk as he lets out a series of growls and moans, the friction becoming overwhelming for him, “P-Please, don’t stop!”
Eskil has no intention to stop at all, instead he concentrates on finding that spot (that someone who’s better at anatomy than he is has told him is the prostate) and curl his fingers against it as he relaxes and angles himself to take Vincent whole, pressing down.
That glorious pressure, those wet sounds! Vincent can’t take it any more, and he releases, a deep growl erupting from his throat as his whole body tenses and trembles with pleasure.
He swallows and slows his movements, but doesn’t stop until Vincent is well and truly done. Then and only then he pulls off and out of Vincent with a beaming smile.
Vincent is all but knocked out from the intensity of his release, but he manages to half-open his eyes and smile weakly up at Eskil, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Mmm…” is all he manages to say.
Eskil strokes away some of the hair and presses a kiss to Vincent’s forehead. “Do you want me to untie you now?”
Vincent can only manage a small nod, his body wanting him to give in and sleep.
Nimble fingers works the knots loose and Eskil studies Vincent’s wrists to see that there’s no too horrible marks left from their escapades. “Does it hurt at all?”
“Only a little,” Vincent reassures, his voice hoarse, “It’ll go away soon I’m sure. Thank you…”
Esse places a soft kiss to each wrist and nods. “Sweet Vincent,” he murmurs as he curls up beside him and pulls up the blankets around them.
Vincent smiles a warm, sleepy smile, but murmurs in protest at the blankets: “Mm, no, no, let me do something for you…”
“Sleep first, I know you’re tired,” Esse says, pressing a kiss to Vincent’s cheek.
“I’m always tired…” Vincent smiles, wrapping a heavy arm around his little Swede, “Please, you always let me be so selfish…”
“Not selfish,” Esse murmurs, “I just now you’ll perform better after a nap,” he retorts with a grin.
“True…” Vincent murmurs, giving into both Esse and his fatigue as he closes his eyes, “What would you like me to do when I wake up then?”
“We’ll figure it out...” Esse murmurs as he cuddles up closer.
“You’re beautiful. In every way, just beautiful…” Vincent whispers, hoping with all his will that Esse understands that he is saying I love you.
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He’s exhausted! Every muscle in his body aching, some more than others, after two weeks of constant revels and dancing and countless moments of passion shared with his lover. It’s taken it’s toll. He wouldn’t have changed a single thing though and he smiles warmly if tiredly at Vincent as he steps into the bath and sinks into the water.
“Does the Feast really have to end?” Vincent chuckles, only half-awake as he wraps his arms around Eskil’s chest, holding him close to his own fuzz.
“It better,” Eskil says, laughing a sigh, “too sore to keep this up.” He leans back and rest most of his weight against Vincent, he’s not heavy enough to crush him... he hopes.
“Mmnff…” Vincent says as Eskil leans against him, but the Swede doesn’t weigh much and Vincent is too tired to really protest anyway, “I think I did alright for my first Feast...my old bones held up pretty well!” he laughs.
“You did splendidly,” Esse chuckles, “who would have thought I was the one who’d have to struggle to keep up with you?” Granted he has been unwilling to step away from the dance floor even whilst Vincent didn’t join him, and he spent too much time just watching Vincent when he slept, his heart swelling in his chest.
“Not me...then again, how could I keep my hands off of you? Such a beautiful young man…” Vincent beams. It’s probably the hundredth time he’s said it over the course of the Feast, but he means every word.
“Oh I don’t know, I doubt it’s even possible,” Eskil chuckles, turning his head enough so Vincent will catch his smile before leaning back again and nuzzling against his sweetheart’s neck.
“Mm, so beautiful…” Vincent murmurs, nuzzling against Eskil’s curls and gently rubbing his hand over the young Swede’s chest, “So kind, to give me so much of your time…”
“Wanted your first Feast to be as lovely as mine was,” Esse murmurs back, “and I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my third with anyone else...”
“You mean more to me than anyone else in London…” Vincent murmurs, fingers trailing down to Eskil’s stomach, “What a wonderful Feast…”
Eskil can’t hold back a little moan as he feels that gentle touch against his stomach. “It’s been so very lovely,” he agrees, “you’ve been so lovely...”
“As have you, my little Prince…” Vincent murmurs, fingers rubbing little circles over Eskil’s stomach, “And I want you to know that I won’t stop adoring you simply because the Feast is over…”
“Mmm,” he hums, “neither will I, Vincent, you know that, don’t you?”
“I do...I know...I know I’m not used to this, being with one person, but...I don’t want it to end, I really don’t. I’m so lucky…” Vincent whispers, pressing his head to Eskil’s curls, stilling his hands for a moment as he holds his young Swede close.
“So am I,” Eskil whispers back, gentle fingers trailing against Vincent’s legs. I love you. “I’m so glad I found you.”
“Thank you for helping me. Thank you for….helping me think a little better of myself…” Vincent mutters, planting a gentle kiss to Eskil’s hair. You’re so kind to me and I love you.
“You are more than welcome. You deserve being happy with yourself and if I can help you get there, well, nothing would make me happier,” Esse says with a sincere nod.
“I hope I can return the favour…” Vincent mutters, hands once again rubbing down Eskil’s stomach.
No matter how worn out and exhausted he is his stomach is as sensitive as ever and Vincent’s hands rubbing it does things to him. Eskil gasps a little and lets out a little moan as he can feel himself hardening.
Vincent grins a sleepy grin, knowing quite well what his hands are doing to Eskil, “Does that feel nice?” he asks, continuing to stroke across Esse’s stomach.
“Uhu,” Esse answers, nodding a little against Vincent’s neck, “so nice.”
Vincent trails his hand a little lower, fingers brushing up against Esse’s hips, “You are incredibly handsome, you know.”
“Vincent,” Eskil pleads, squirming a little where he sits between Vincent’s legs, “I’m too tired for teasing.”
“Sorry…” Vincent chuckles, sliding his hand to Esse’s cock as he begins to stroke, “I’ll be good, promise. Then we can both have a well-deserved rest.”
“Thank you,” Eskil whimpers, pressing a kiss to Vincent’s neck. “So good to me...”
“I can’t wait to snuggle up with you…” Vincent grins, increasing his speed a little.
“Yes,” Esse pants, his fingertips pressing against Vincent’s thighs as his sore muscles tenses and relaxes with the building pleasure, “all warm and clean and... h-ha...”
“And cosy…” Vincent murmurs, kissing at Eskil’s neck as he moves his hand.
“Uhu,” is all Esse manages as he whines and moans, getting closer and closer to his climax, exhausted but needy and nearly overwhelmed even by the simple pleasure of being touched. “Hold me...”
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you…” Vincent murmurs, free hand firmly wrapping around Eskil’s chest, “Beautiful little Prince…”
A few more strokes and Esse comes without much fanfare - just a full-body shudder going through him and a broken moan leaving his lips as he spends (only a few drops, the Feast really has sucked him dry). “Vincent,” he pants.
“You’re so handsome…” is all Vincent can say, all he can communicate without saying those three confusing little words, and he moves his hand from Esse’s cock to wrap it around the young Swede’s chest, holding him close, “Thank you, I know you’re exhausted.”
Eskil slumps back against Vincent yet again, near boneless and almost about to fall asleep in the tub again. “Thank you,” he murmurs back, lifting tired hands so he can stroke the arms holding him.
“Do you think we should head to bed?” Vincent asks, stifling a loud yawn.
“Mmm,” Esse murmurs, “probably best before we fall asleep here.”
“Mmnff…” Vincent agrees, splashing a little water over Eskil’s stomach to clean him, before standing and dragging himself out of the bath with a loud groan of effort and fatigue.
Being entirely unprepared for the movement Esse falls back into the water with a surprised little yelp. Coming back up again he snorts and coughs and shakes himself off as if he was a wet dog. “Well, I’m awake now...”
Vincent can’t help but laugh, quickly covering his mouth with his hand to try to hide the extent of his amusement as he quickly blurts out: “Oh, Esse! I’m sorry! I thought you’d move! Oh, goodness, poor little thing!”
It is amusing, Esse can understand that, but he’s too busy attempting to get water out of his ear to have the time to laugh. “‘M fine,” he assures though, giving up and crawling out of the bath.
“C’mere…” Vincent says, quickly reaching for a towel and wrapping it around Esse, planting a soft kiss to his forehead, “I’m sorry. Poor little drowned Prince. Can I make it up to you with cuddles?” He is, after all, too tired to do much else.
“Not grouchy,” Esse assures with a sleepy kiss to Vincent’s cheek, “just tired... won’t say no to cuddles though.”
“The sheets clean?” Vincent asks, not even bothering to grab a towel as he begins to pad into the bedroom.
“Yeah,” Esse says, yawning as he half walks half stumbles after Vincent and flops down onto the bed, kicking the covers down.
“Mm, good…” Vincent murmurs, gently tugging the towel away from Esse to dry himself, before tossing it aside and flopping down beside his little Swede, the bed creaking beneath his weight.
Eskil makes an effort to curl up against Vincent, tugging the blankets with him in an attempt to cover them both.
Vincent helps, pulling the blankets up until they are both covered, and then he lets out a fatigued little sigh, resting an arm around Eskil.
“Fuzzy bear,” the Swede mumbles, barely awake as he’s nuzzling up against Vincent’s chest.
“Handsome Prince…” Vincent whispers, lost in a half-awake haze of the scent of bath oils and the warmth of Esse’s skin, “Thank you…”
Esse’s only reply is a warm, blissful, little smile and a gentle snore as he’s already drifting off - warm and safe and content in his lover’s arms.
And with that, Vincent slips into slumber, his dreaming mind filled with sweet memories of the Feast.
