Log: Still a very lovely birthday
Aug. 6th, 2016 01:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eskil_douglas[Summary: After going out to celebrate Eskil’s birthday, and love confessions have been uttered, the pair head home to Eskil’s to continue the enjoyment of their evening together.]
[Warnings: NSFW, smut and fluff.]
“Come here and kiss me, honey bear,” Esse says as he stretches out on his bed - undressed, smiling, just a little tipsy and so happy to be able to share his bed with a man he loves, and he now knows love him, on his birthday.
“Hold on, birthday boy,” Vincent pleads as he struggles to remove the last of his clothing, eventually pulling free the stubborn sock and sliding onto the bed in as sultry a manner as a ever-so-slightly tipsy forty three year old with a bad back can manage.
Esse grins widely, loosely wrapping an arm around his lover, his love! “How long do I have to hold on? I mean, for you I’ll wait but...”
Vincent grins as he slides a hand into Esse’s hair, gently feeling through those soft curls as he replies: “No more waiting, promise. You have me for as long as you want me.”
“Mm,” the Swede chuckles, “but I do recall asking for kisses?”
“Ah, of course. Sorry, my birthday Prince…” Vincent says, before proceeding to press a series of soft kisses to Esse’s lips, murmuring sweet nothings between each one.
He has a hard time not ruining the kisses by grinning too widely, but somehow Esse manages - kissing back as he cuddles a little closer. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Vincent replies, somewhat breathless from nerves, “G-God, I’d wish you’d given me some warning though!”
“I’m sorry, I, well, it wasn’t something I planned,” Esse replies with a bashful smile and lowering his eyes.
“Don’t apologise, it was amazing,” Vincent assures him--adding a soft kiss to Esse’s nose for extra reassurance.
“As are you,” Eskil quips, looking back up with grey eyes sparkling. “I’m glad, well, I’m glad we’ve finally, um, well, that it’s finally out there, you know?”
“Were you fit to burst?” Vincent asks, a warm smile to his lips as he imagines Eskil fretting about telling him such an important thing.
Esse presses a little kiss to that smile before nodding. “Something like that, yes. I’ve known for... awhile, how I feel about you I mean, but I didn’t want to rush things...”
Vincent nods, smiling as he replies: “Well, thank you, I appreciate that. I needed a little time to...think things through.”
“I can understand that,” Esse says with a soft smile. There must have been a whole bunch of things Vincent must have considered. Like the age difference, the fact that they are both men - even if that isn’t frowned upon down here in London they are both surfacers from the beginning - the fact that Eskil is a Count of all things, and most likely more things that he wouldn’t know about and is probably better off not knowing about.
“You know, all this is just quite new for me,” Vincent replies, running his fingers down Esse’s side, gently tickling his soft skin.
The ticklish younger man giggles at that. “I know, hjärtat, I know,” calming his laughter he adds, “but... nothing’s really changed, now we both just, well, know, no?”
Vincent laughs, nodding as he replies: “How many times can you say “know”? But, in all seriousness, yes, dolce, I understand.” Vincent smiles, holding back the burning question of marriage that’s boiling in his stomach.
“Several, apparently,” Esse says with a grin. “Kiss me again?”
“Always,” Vincent says, ignoring any questions in favour of pressing his lips to Eskil’s, passionately kissing the younger man as he shifts forward to be closer to his beau.
Eskil presses back against Vincent, tightening his hold around the other man. This! If it always was as simple as this, if there was never any doubt, never any worry - just warm embraces and heated kisses - it’d be wonderful, Eskil thinks, but it wouldn’t be love. What they are sharing is more than just physical pleasure, their connection running deeper than that - and he feels incredibly lucky for that.
“I love you,” Vincent whispers as he breaks the kiss to turn his attention to Esse’s jawline, kissing and sucking, grinning and chuckling between silly little licks and kisses.
“Love you too,” Esse says before breaking into delighted giggles and tiny gasps. “Love you and your tickly beard!”
At that, Vincent can only nuzzle his beard against Esse’s jaw, grinning as he does.
Still holding Vincent close with one arm Eskil brings up a hand to stroke through Vincent’s hair - grinning. “My own lovely fuzzy bear.”
Vincent lifts his head to growl, grinning as he replies: “Yes, all yours. My handsome little Prince…”
“As I am yours,” Eskil replies, smiling warmly. “Well, not literally - a-as much as I love you I’ve no desire to own or be owned, you know?”
“I know, you’re your own man, and I’m a guest in your bed, and in your home,” Vincent says with a smile, nodding.
“That’s... well, yes - but that wasn’t quite what I meant, sweetheart,” Esse replies, gently curling his fingers in Vincent’s hair.
“Then what did you mean?” Vincent asks, planting a brief kiss to Esse’s lips.
“Well,” Eskil begins, looking a little thoughtful, “I guess I mean that whatever happens in the future we’re... we’re joined by love, but we’re not one? We are two separate people with our own wills, yes, and hmm...”
“Hmm what?” Vincent says, with another soft kiss, “I agree with everything you’re saying.”
Esse takes a moment to give a soft kiss in return before he tries to gather his thoughts into something comprehensible. “I just mean that even if we... end up sharing more than we already do, even if we decide to share a life together someday down the line we’re not just ‘us’ we’re still our own too,” he nods.
It’s not that Vincent disagrees with any of Eskil’s words, but the coded talk of marriage makes Vincent go a little pale, and he remains silent, lowering his eyes.
“V-Vincent?” Esse asks, hoping for dear life he hasn’t ended up saying something that can be misunderstood as any sort of disinterest in what they’re sharing since that’s as far from the truth one could get.
Vincent wants to ignore all of this and get down to business, but he knows from previous experience that he won’t be able to perform if he’s worrying. He looks up, and forces a small smile as he asks: “Is that what you want then, one day?”
They’ve promised to be honest, and if Eskil is to be honest all he can say right now is; “M-Maybe.”
“I see,” Vincent says, swallowing hard. There’s an awkward pause, and then he bursts into loud laughter.
The smile on Esse’s face is best described as utterly confused. “Honey bear?”
“I’m sorry!” Vincent laughs, shaking his head, “I just realised that I’m moving so quickly with you! It was a real question, I just...I made everything so serious!” He can’t stop laughing, fuelled by the wine in his belly.
Esse can’t help but grin at Vincent’s laughter. “Ah, honey bear. We don’t need to speed things up, even if six months isn’t that quick, or decide anything right now - the future is the future. But, I love you... I love you very much.”
Vincent finally calms down enough to reply with a slightly more serious “I love you too”, before embracing his little Swede in another soft kiss.
That’ll be enough relationship talk for now, Esse thinks, and kisses back gently, tenderly.
“Now, what are we doing?” Vincent murmurs against his love’s lips, grinning.
“Well... it is still my birthday,” Esse singsongs, grinning right back before pressing another little kiss to Vincent’s lips.
“Mmm, is it now?” Vincent grins, “What are the birthday boy’s desires, then? Or does he simply want to be spoilt?”
“I think surprises are common at birthdays, no?” the Swede giggles.
“Cheeky,” Vincent grins, gently rubbing his thumb over one of Esse’s nipples.
“Uhu,” Eskil grins as he gives the tiniest of little gasps at the touches. “But... it’s not that hard to come up with something to surprise me with, is it?”
“I don’t know, I feel like we’ve done everything,” Vincent grins.
“Well... huh,” Esse begins, ever so eloquently, then lights up with a smile, “... that doesn’t mean I know what you’ll do this time, right?”
“Precisely, my Prince,” Vincent says, lingering on the title just a little longer than usual, still grinning wickedly.
“.... my Guard?” Eskil asks, suspecting they might be picking up an old thread here.
“Mm, could be, could be…” Vincent murmurs, scratching his beard, “or perhaps I’m just one of your loyal subjects, and wanted to thank you for your services to my country?”
The Swede chuckles, seemingly happy with the idea of some roleplay. “Which one would you rather be then?”
“A loyal subject might be fun...but however would I have gained access to your chambers?” Vincent asks, beginning to burrow beneath the duvet.
“Hmm, you could have snuck in disguised as a server?” Esse suggests. “A bit creepy perhaps...”
Vincent laughs as he scoots down the mattress, eventually positioning himself by Esse’s groin. “Perhaps I won a competition?” He laughs, proud of his own joke.
“The ‘have sex with the Prince’ competition?” Eskil asks, laughing.
“Yes, have you never entered? It’s jolly good fun!” Vincent says, in his most convincing (which, to most people, is not very convincing) impression of an upper-class English accent.
Esse keeps laughing, not really given a chance to stop, and shakes his head. “Silly bear!” he manages between chuckles.
Vincent grins, running his hands up Esse’s legs, squeezing his lover’s thighs as he replies: “Well, this may be a terrible thing to say to a writer, but stories aren’t necessarily that important. At least, in this situation.”
“It is a terrible thing to say, yes - though I’m inclined to agree. However, it was you who brought it up, so my ‘silly bear’ stands”
“Ah, it’s all semantics with you young things, isn’t it?” Vincent grins, beginning to kiss up the inside of Esse’s thighs.
“Tsk tsk, that’s no way to speak to your Prince, now is it,” Esse teases, grinning.
“My apologies, sweet Prince,” Vincent murmurs, between more soft kisses.
“That’s better,” Eskil replies, soft sighs of pleasure escaping his lips at those gentle kisses.
“I am completely loyal to you, my Prince,” Vincent mutters, trailing soft kisses over Esse’s cock.
One of Esse’s hands comes to rest gently at the back of Vincent’s neck, fingertips rubbing little soothing circles. “I can tell, my devoted subject,” he gasps.
“Mm, can you?” Vincent chuckles, daring a soft lick.
“Mhm,” Esse half moans, as he spreads his legs a little more to make room for Vincent, “definitely.”
Another chuckle is followed by a long, slow lick up Esse’s cock. Vincent is getting rather warm under the blankets, but pushes his discomfort aside, focusing on Esse’s pleasure.
He’s giving in, for now, and just lets himself be spoiled by his lover... his love! “More, please, sweetheart...”
Without a word, Vincent takes Esse in his mouth, silently obeying that gentle plea.
Eskil can’t help but moan and he wouldn’t want to hold back either - Vincent is pleasing him and Esse wants him to know that, always.
Vincent begins to bob his head up and down as he sucks and licks--determined to hear those moans get even louder.
He’ll be amply rewarded as the Swede isn’t known to be quiet in bed - and today is no exception as he pants, whimpers and moans whilst still gentle fingers stroke through Vincent’s hair. “S-So good...”
Vincent can’t help but smile--best he can--as he works, pleased by those sounds and amused by imagining Grams’ face if he has the misfortune to walk past the bedroom door.
Whether the aforementioned servant is passing outside the door or not - Esse doesn’t quiet down as he’s beginning to have trouble staying perfectly still as the pleasure builds.
Vincent rubs up Esse’s thighs as he bobs his head, his warm hands pressing down firmly against his lover’s skin.
Forgetting that he’s supposed to be a Prince and Vincent his loyal subject Eskil moans a needy; “Vincent...”
One warm hand reaches down to play with Esse’s balls as Vincent works, urging his Prince on.
It takes all his effort not to jerk upwards at that, and the hand that’s been in Vincent’s hair is quickly moved to clench at the sheets instead as he can not trust himself to be gentle any longer. “G-Getting close, my love...”
Vincent just quickens his pace as a reply, muffled growls urging to escape his lips as he moves.
Eskil can feel it, when he reaches the point of no return - it’s so close and there’s no stopping it now. Muscles tensing and his groans and pants growing louder he’s mere moments away from being pushed over the edge into bliss.
Vincent wants to stop to say “I love you”, to say “You mean the world to me”, but he isn’t that cruel, and he just continues to suck and fondle, overjoyed at Esse’s reactions.
With a soft shout, if there even is such a thing, he spends - confident in knowing that if Vincent didn’t want having him come in his mouth he’d have pulled away by now.
The older man is prepared enough by now and swallows without much hassle, laughing as he finishes. “Goodness…” is all he manages to say as he emerges from under the covers, flopping back down upon his pillow.
Eskil’s lost in a pleasurable haze, but is at least conscious enough even in his afterglow to turn his head and give Vincent a warm smile. “Amazing,” he pants, followed by, “kiss me?”
Vincent is panting too--overheated by his adventure under the blankets--but wastes no time in embracing Esse in a soft kiss.
Eskil kisses back, pouring all his heart into it, before pulling back enough to murmur a; “A wonderful surprise, fuzzy bear...”
“I love you,” is all Vincent says, a warm smile upon his lips that could rival even Esse’s sunbeam smile!
“I love you too,” Esse beams right back before pressing gentle little kisses to Vincent’s beard.
Vincent chuckles--it tickles!--and rubs a hand down Esse’s arm as he replies: “I’m so lucky…”
“So am I, sweet bear, so am I,” he says, wrapping one arm around his lover. “I... I don’t think I could be happier right now.”
“Really? Not even if there was a pretty young man here, covered in chocolate?” Vincent laughs.
“No!” Esse giggles. “Not when I have my handsome fuzzy bear who’s been treating me to desserts and chocolates all day.”
“What else would I treat you to?” Vincent smiles, kissing Esse’s forehead, “you have such an insatiable sweet tooth.”
“Hmm,” Eskil says, thinking, then grinning, “you could always treat me with a song?” he suggests. “Though you’re right, I don’t think my hunger for sweets will ever end.”
“You really like my singing, don’t you?” Vincent smiles, “You’re honestly the first person to ever really care for it, apart from my mother.”
“Surely not?” Eskil says, genuinely surprised to hear that. “You have a lovely singing voice, and... well, it feels special when you sing for me.”
“You’re a sweetheart,” Vincent murmurs, a tad embarrassed, “but really, no-one ever thought much of it.”
“Hmm, their loss,” the Swede says with a sincere little nod. “I do love your singing.”
Vincent sighs, smiling as he finally gets the hint. “What shall I sing, then?”
Eskil grins, happy to finally have gotten the message across. “Something Italian?”
“Mmm…” Vincent thinks for a moment, “do you like Browning’s poetry? She first came to mind, for some reason, though of course, she isn’t a songstress.”
“Mm, reminds me of Sapho,” Esse says with a nod.
“Ah! You clever thing, you know everyone, don’t you?” Vincent laughs, “Do you know Casa Guidi Windows?”
“I know of it,” the Swede replies, “but I do not remember it very well.”
“Well, that’s handy, because I like to sing it, even though I don’t think it was written to be sung.”
Esse beams. “I’d love to hear it sung, my love!”
Vincent clears his throat and sits up a little, singing in a low voice: “I heard last night a little child go singing, ’neath Casa Guidi windows, by the church, O bella libertà, O bella!—stringing the same words still on notes he went in search so high for. You concluded the upspringing of such a nimble bird to sky from perch must leave the whole bush in a tremble green, and that the heart of Italy must beat, while such a voice had leave to rise serene ‘twixt church and palace of a Florence street.”
Eskil listens with wide eyed wonder. He will never understand how Vincent’s voice hasn’t been praised by everyone who’s been lucky enough to hear him, and now - now he’s lucky enough to have this darling man singing just for him, in his bed, cuddled close to him.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, “absolutely beautiful.”
“Well,” Vincent says, a little embarrassed by the flattery, “it’s not exactly Italian, so I didn’t fulfill your request,” he laughs.
He couldn’t care less, and Esse smoothers that laughter with an enthusiastic kiss - warm and happy.
Vincent kisses back, grinning, cupping Esse’s cheek in his hand.
“Sweet singing bear...” Esse murmurs, grinning, his hand sneaking down to Vincent’s crotch, evaluating the situation - if there is one.
There most definitely is one--is there ever not, with Vincent?--and Vincent handles the situation by letting out a happy little whimper.
Chuckling Esse palms Vincent’s cock a little more firmly. “Mm, got any plans for what we should do with this?”
“H-Ha...w-well...t-this is good, like this...but...y-you know, you have two hands, and I have l-lots of other places that like attention…” Vincent pants, grinning.
“Is that so?” Eskil asks with a teasing smirk. “What places might that be, pray tell?” he asks, knowing that they’re very much not done with the birthday celebrations just yet - and looks forward to spending the rest of the night pleasuring and cuddling each other…
[Warnings: NSFW, smut and fluff.]
“Come here and kiss me, honey bear,” Esse says as he stretches out on his bed - undressed, smiling, just a little tipsy and so happy to be able to share his bed with a man he loves, and he now knows love him, on his birthday.
“Hold on, birthday boy,” Vincent pleads as he struggles to remove the last of his clothing, eventually pulling free the stubborn sock and sliding onto the bed in as sultry a manner as a ever-so-slightly tipsy forty three year old with a bad back can manage.
Esse grins widely, loosely wrapping an arm around his lover, his love! “How long do I have to hold on? I mean, for you I’ll wait but...”
Vincent grins as he slides a hand into Esse’s hair, gently feeling through those soft curls as he replies: “No more waiting, promise. You have me for as long as you want me.”
“Mm,” the Swede chuckles, “but I do recall asking for kisses?”
“Ah, of course. Sorry, my birthday Prince…” Vincent says, before proceeding to press a series of soft kisses to Esse’s lips, murmuring sweet nothings between each one.
He has a hard time not ruining the kisses by grinning too widely, but somehow Esse manages - kissing back as he cuddles a little closer. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Vincent replies, somewhat breathless from nerves, “G-God, I’d wish you’d given me some warning though!”
“I’m sorry, I, well, it wasn’t something I planned,” Esse replies with a bashful smile and lowering his eyes.
“Don’t apologise, it was amazing,” Vincent assures him--adding a soft kiss to Esse’s nose for extra reassurance.
“As are you,” Eskil quips, looking back up with grey eyes sparkling. “I’m glad, well, I’m glad we’ve finally, um, well, that it’s finally out there, you know?”
“Were you fit to burst?” Vincent asks, a warm smile to his lips as he imagines Eskil fretting about telling him such an important thing.
Esse presses a little kiss to that smile before nodding. “Something like that, yes. I’ve known for... awhile, how I feel about you I mean, but I didn’t want to rush things...”
Vincent nods, smiling as he replies: “Well, thank you, I appreciate that. I needed a little time to...think things through.”
“I can understand that,” Esse says with a soft smile. There must have been a whole bunch of things Vincent must have considered. Like the age difference, the fact that they are both men - even if that isn’t frowned upon down here in London they are both surfacers from the beginning - the fact that Eskil is a Count of all things, and most likely more things that he wouldn’t know about and is probably better off not knowing about.
“You know, all this is just quite new for me,” Vincent replies, running his fingers down Esse’s side, gently tickling his soft skin.
The ticklish younger man giggles at that. “I know, hjärtat, I know,” calming his laughter he adds, “but... nothing’s really changed, now we both just, well, know, no?”
Vincent laughs, nodding as he replies: “How many times can you say “know”? But, in all seriousness, yes, dolce, I understand.” Vincent smiles, holding back the burning question of marriage that’s boiling in his stomach.
“Several, apparently,” Esse says with a grin. “Kiss me again?”
“Always,” Vincent says, ignoring any questions in favour of pressing his lips to Eskil’s, passionately kissing the younger man as he shifts forward to be closer to his beau.
Eskil presses back against Vincent, tightening his hold around the other man. This! If it always was as simple as this, if there was never any doubt, never any worry - just warm embraces and heated kisses - it’d be wonderful, Eskil thinks, but it wouldn’t be love. What they are sharing is more than just physical pleasure, their connection running deeper than that - and he feels incredibly lucky for that.
“I love you,” Vincent whispers as he breaks the kiss to turn his attention to Esse’s jawline, kissing and sucking, grinning and chuckling between silly little licks and kisses.
“Love you too,” Esse says before breaking into delighted giggles and tiny gasps. “Love you and your tickly beard!”
At that, Vincent can only nuzzle his beard against Esse’s jaw, grinning as he does.
Still holding Vincent close with one arm Eskil brings up a hand to stroke through Vincent’s hair - grinning. “My own lovely fuzzy bear.”
Vincent lifts his head to growl, grinning as he replies: “Yes, all yours. My handsome little Prince…”
“As I am yours,” Eskil replies, smiling warmly. “Well, not literally - a-as much as I love you I’ve no desire to own or be owned, you know?”
“I know, you’re your own man, and I’m a guest in your bed, and in your home,” Vincent says with a smile, nodding.
“That’s... well, yes - but that wasn’t quite what I meant, sweetheart,” Esse replies, gently curling his fingers in Vincent’s hair.
“Then what did you mean?” Vincent asks, planting a brief kiss to Esse’s lips.
“Well,” Eskil begins, looking a little thoughtful, “I guess I mean that whatever happens in the future we’re... we’re joined by love, but we’re not one? We are two separate people with our own wills, yes, and hmm...”
“Hmm what?” Vincent says, with another soft kiss, “I agree with everything you’re saying.”
Esse takes a moment to give a soft kiss in return before he tries to gather his thoughts into something comprehensible. “I just mean that even if we... end up sharing more than we already do, even if we decide to share a life together someday down the line we’re not just ‘us’ we’re still our own too,” he nods.
It’s not that Vincent disagrees with any of Eskil’s words, but the coded talk of marriage makes Vincent go a little pale, and he remains silent, lowering his eyes.
“V-Vincent?” Esse asks, hoping for dear life he hasn’t ended up saying something that can be misunderstood as any sort of disinterest in what they’re sharing since that’s as far from the truth one could get.
Vincent wants to ignore all of this and get down to business, but he knows from previous experience that he won’t be able to perform if he’s worrying. He looks up, and forces a small smile as he asks: “Is that what you want then, one day?”
They’ve promised to be honest, and if Eskil is to be honest all he can say right now is; “M-Maybe.”
“I see,” Vincent says, swallowing hard. There’s an awkward pause, and then he bursts into loud laughter.
The smile on Esse’s face is best described as utterly confused. “Honey bear?”
“I’m sorry!” Vincent laughs, shaking his head, “I just realised that I’m moving so quickly with you! It was a real question, I just...I made everything so serious!” He can’t stop laughing, fuelled by the wine in his belly.
Esse can’t help but grin at Vincent’s laughter. “Ah, honey bear. We don’t need to speed things up, even if six months isn’t that quick, or decide anything right now - the future is the future. But, I love you... I love you very much.”
Vincent finally calms down enough to reply with a slightly more serious “I love you too”, before embracing his little Swede in another soft kiss.
That’ll be enough relationship talk for now, Esse thinks, and kisses back gently, tenderly.
“Now, what are we doing?” Vincent murmurs against his love’s lips, grinning.
“Well... it is still my birthday,” Esse singsongs, grinning right back before pressing another little kiss to Vincent’s lips.
“Mmm, is it now?” Vincent grins, “What are the birthday boy’s desires, then? Or does he simply want to be spoilt?”
“I think surprises are common at birthdays, no?” the Swede giggles.
“Cheeky,” Vincent grins, gently rubbing his thumb over one of Esse’s nipples.
“Uhu,” Eskil grins as he gives the tiniest of little gasps at the touches. “But... it’s not that hard to come up with something to surprise me with, is it?”
“I don’t know, I feel like we’ve done everything,” Vincent grins.
“Well... huh,” Esse begins, ever so eloquently, then lights up with a smile, “... that doesn’t mean I know what you’ll do this time, right?”
“Precisely, my Prince,” Vincent says, lingering on the title just a little longer than usual, still grinning wickedly.
“.... my Guard?” Eskil asks, suspecting they might be picking up an old thread here.
“Mm, could be, could be…” Vincent murmurs, scratching his beard, “or perhaps I’m just one of your loyal subjects, and wanted to thank you for your services to my country?”
The Swede chuckles, seemingly happy with the idea of some roleplay. “Which one would you rather be then?”
“A loyal subject might be fun...but however would I have gained access to your chambers?” Vincent asks, beginning to burrow beneath the duvet.
“Hmm, you could have snuck in disguised as a server?” Esse suggests. “A bit creepy perhaps...”
Vincent laughs as he scoots down the mattress, eventually positioning himself by Esse’s groin. “Perhaps I won a competition?” He laughs, proud of his own joke.
“The ‘have sex with the Prince’ competition?” Eskil asks, laughing.
“Yes, have you never entered? It’s jolly good fun!” Vincent says, in his most convincing (which, to most people, is not very convincing) impression of an upper-class English accent.
Esse keeps laughing, not really given a chance to stop, and shakes his head. “Silly bear!” he manages between chuckles.
Vincent grins, running his hands up Esse’s legs, squeezing his lover’s thighs as he replies: “Well, this may be a terrible thing to say to a writer, but stories aren’t necessarily that important. At least, in this situation.”
“It is a terrible thing to say, yes - though I’m inclined to agree. However, it was you who brought it up, so my ‘silly bear’ stands”
“Ah, it’s all semantics with you young things, isn’t it?” Vincent grins, beginning to kiss up the inside of Esse’s thighs.
“Tsk tsk, that’s no way to speak to your Prince, now is it,” Esse teases, grinning.
“My apologies, sweet Prince,” Vincent murmurs, between more soft kisses.
“That’s better,” Eskil replies, soft sighs of pleasure escaping his lips at those gentle kisses.
“I am completely loyal to you, my Prince,” Vincent mutters, trailing soft kisses over Esse’s cock.
One of Esse’s hands comes to rest gently at the back of Vincent’s neck, fingertips rubbing little soothing circles. “I can tell, my devoted subject,” he gasps.
“Mm, can you?” Vincent chuckles, daring a soft lick.
“Mhm,” Esse half moans, as he spreads his legs a little more to make room for Vincent, “definitely.”
Another chuckle is followed by a long, slow lick up Esse’s cock. Vincent is getting rather warm under the blankets, but pushes his discomfort aside, focusing on Esse’s pleasure.
He’s giving in, for now, and just lets himself be spoiled by his lover... his love! “More, please, sweetheart...”
Without a word, Vincent takes Esse in his mouth, silently obeying that gentle plea.
Eskil can’t help but moan and he wouldn’t want to hold back either - Vincent is pleasing him and Esse wants him to know that, always.
Vincent begins to bob his head up and down as he sucks and licks--determined to hear those moans get even louder.
He’ll be amply rewarded as the Swede isn’t known to be quiet in bed - and today is no exception as he pants, whimpers and moans whilst still gentle fingers stroke through Vincent’s hair. “S-So good...”
Vincent can’t help but smile--best he can--as he works, pleased by those sounds and amused by imagining Grams’ face if he has the misfortune to walk past the bedroom door.
Whether the aforementioned servant is passing outside the door or not - Esse doesn’t quiet down as he’s beginning to have trouble staying perfectly still as the pleasure builds.
Vincent rubs up Esse’s thighs as he bobs his head, his warm hands pressing down firmly against his lover’s skin.
Forgetting that he’s supposed to be a Prince and Vincent his loyal subject Eskil moans a needy; “Vincent...”
One warm hand reaches down to play with Esse’s balls as Vincent works, urging his Prince on.
It takes all his effort not to jerk upwards at that, and the hand that’s been in Vincent’s hair is quickly moved to clench at the sheets instead as he can not trust himself to be gentle any longer. “G-Getting close, my love...”
Vincent just quickens his pace as a reply, muffled growls urging to escape his lips as he moves.
Eskil can feel it, when he reaches the point of no return - it’s so close and there’s no stopping it now. Muscles tensing and his groans and pants growing louder he’s mere moments away from being pushed over the edge into bliss.
Vincent wants to stop to say “I love you”, to say “You mean the world to me”, but he isn’t that cruel, and he just continues to suck and fondle, overjoyed at Esse’s reactions.
With a soft shout, if there even is such a thing, he spends - confident in knowing that if Vincent didn’t want having him come in his mouth he’d have pulled away by now.
The older man is prepared enough by now and swallows without much hassle, laughing as he finishes. “Goodness…” is all he manages to say as he emerges from under the covers, flopping back down upon his pillow.
Eskil’s lost in a pleasurable haze, but is at least conscious enough even in his afterglow to turn his head and give Vincent a warm smile. “Amazing,” he pants, followed by, “kiss me?”
Vincent is panting too--overheated by his adventure under the blankets--but wastes no time in embracing Esse in a soft kiss.
Eskil kisses back, pouring all his heart into it, before pulling back enough to murmur a; “A wonderful surprise, fuzzy bear...”
“I love you,” is all Vincent says, a warm smile upon his lips that could rival even Esse’s sunbeam smile!
“I love you too,” Esse beams right back before pressing gentle little kisses to Vincent’s beard.
Vincent chuckles--it tickles!--and rubs a hand down Esse’s arm as he replies: “I’m so lucky…”
“So am I, sweet bear, so am I,” he says, wrapping one arm around his lover. “I... I don’t think I could be happier right now.”
“Really? Not even if there was a pretty young man here, covered in chocolate?” Vincent laughs.
“No!” Esse giggles. “Not when I have my handsome fuzzy bear who’s been treating me to desserts and chocolates all day.”
“What else would I treat you to?” Vincent smiles, kissing Esse’s forehead, “you have such an insatiable sweet tooth.”
“Hmm,” Eskil says, thinking, then grinning, “you could always treat me with a song?” he suggests. “Though you’re right, I don’t think my hunger for sweets will ever end.”
“You really like my singing, don’t you?” Vincent smiles, “You’re honestly the first person to ever really care for it, apart from my mother.”
“Surely not?” Eskil says, genuinely surprised to hear that. “You have a lovely singing voice, and... well, it feels special when you sing for me.”
“You’re a sweetheart,” Vincent murmurs, a tad embarrassed, “but really, no-one ever thought much of it.”
“Hmm, their loss,” the Swede says with a sincere little nod. “I do love your singing.”
Vincent sighs, smiling as he finally gets the hint. “What shall I sing, then?”
Eskil grins, happy to finally have gotten the message across. “Something Italian?”
“Mmm…” Vincent thinks for a moment, “do you like Browning’s poetry? She first came to mind, for some reason, though of course, she isn’t a songstress.”
“Mm, reminds me of Sapho,” Esse says with a nod.
“Ah! You clever thing, you know everyone, don’t you?” Vincent laughs, “Do you know Casa Guidi Windows?”
“I know of it,” the Swede replies, “but I do not remember it very well.”
“Well, that’s handy, because I like to sing it, even though I don’t think it was written to be sung.”
Esse beams. “I’d love to hear it sung, my love!”
Vincent clears his throat and sits up a little, singing in a low voice: “I heard last night a little child go singing, ’neath Casa Guidi windows, by the church, O bella libertà, O bella!—stringing the same words still on notes he went in search so high for. You concluded the upspringing of such a nimble bird to sky from perch must leave the whole bush in a tremble green, and that the heart of Italy must beat, while such a voice had leave to rise serene ‘twixt church and palace of a Florence street.”
Eskil listens with wide eyed wonder. He will never understand how Vincent’s voice hasn’t been praised by everyone who’s been lucky enough to hear him, and now - now he’s lucky enough to have this darling man singing just for him, in his bed, cuddled close to him.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, “absolutely beautiful.”
“Well,” Vincent says, a little embarrassed by the flattery, “it’s not exactly Italian, so I didn’t fulfill your request,” he laughs.
He couldn’t care less, and Esse smoothers that laughter with an enthusiastic kiss - warm and happy.
Vincent kisses back, grinning, cupping Esse’s cheek in his hand.
“Sweet singing bear...” Esse murmurs, grinning, his hand sneaking down to Vincent’s crotch, evaluating the situation - if there is one.
There most definitely is one--is there ever not, with Vincent?--and Vincent handles the situation by letting out a happy little whimper.
Chuckling Esse palms Vincent’s cock a little more firmly. “Mm, got any plans for what we should do with this?”
“H-Ha...w-well...t-this is good, like this...but...y-you know, you have two hands, and I have l-lots of other places that like attention…” Vincent pants, grinning.
“Is that so?” Eskil asks with a teasing smirk. “What places might that be, pray tell?” he asks, knowing that they’re very much not done with the birthday celebrations just yet - and looks forward to spending the rest of the night pleasuring and cuddling each other…
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