Log: Happy birthday! Pt. 1
Jan. 27th, 2016 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eskil_douglas[Summary: It's Vincent's birthday and Eskil decides to spoil him as much as he can.]
[Warnings: Dangerous amounts of fluff. NSFW, sex happens.]
It is early in the morning that Eskil steps out of the cab, carrying a large bag on his shoulder and a covered basket on his arm, and heads towards Vincent’s little flat. He’s dressed finely as always - but special care has been taken to choose clothes that doesn’t crease easily and that comes off quickly - and he’s pretty fresh out of a bath so his curls are still slightly damp and his skin smells of cypress and pine and the tiniest hint of bergamot.
With an excited beaming smile he knocks on Vincent’s door and waits.
Vincent is awake to hear the knock, but he has not been up too long. He is in a pre-caffeinated state, waiting for a pot of coffee to boil on his little stove. He isn’t dressed yet, either, only wearing a dressing gown and slippers, and he can’t help but roll his eyes and groan when he hears that knock upon his door. Vincent stands and pulls his messy hair into a loose bun as he walks towards the door, tying it with a ribbon before forcing a smile as he opens the door.
“Happy birthday!” Eskil exclaims as soon as the door is properly open. The fact that his eye is still a discoloured mess, now painted in green and yellow, doesn’t take away from his beaming open smile in the least. “Can I come in? I brought breakfast.”
Seeing his love on his doorstep is certainly a wonderful surprise, and Vincent’s forced smile soon turns warm and welcoming as he sees Esse’s excitement, and hears that his darling has brought him food for his birthday. Vincent can’t remember the last time he celebrated his birthday. He had insisted upon no fuss, but...this is hopelessly sweet. And he is overjoyed to see Esse, as always.
“You sweet darling, you look so handsome! I must look a mess. But of course, come in. So sweet to an old man. So cheeky, too, when I said I didn’t want to be doted upon today…” he chuckles, stepping aside to let Eskil inside.
Eskil grins and shakes his head as he steps through the door and puts down the bag on his shoulder. “As I recall you just said you did want to do a big celebration, or at least that’s how I interpreted it,” he giggles. Leaning in he presses a quick kiss to Vincent’s lips. “You still have to eat though,” he says and hands Vincent the covered basket from which there’s a drift of mouthwatering scents, before starting to remove his outerwear.
“You promise me that you have not planned a party? Because I think that would be the end of me…” Vincent chuckles, trying not to think about the fact that he is yet another year older. He wants to focus on spending time with Eskil, on being grateful for the kind gestures which his love has shown him on his birthday. He holds up the basket, inspecting it with a smile as he replies: “What’s in here, then? It smells absolutely divine…”
“No party,” Eskil promises, now free of his coat, scarf and gloves and comes to wrap an arm around Vincent’s shoulders, “just you and me spending the day together,” he nods. “Open it! There’s bacon and eggs and bread and jam and cold cuts and some liver-pate and pickled gherkins, some milk... and some hazelnuts for Salome too.”
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“Sounds like absolute Heaven...and you are so sweet to think of Salome! I think she is out, but she will adore them when she returns! You sweet lovely thing…” Vincent trails off, planting a kiss to Esse’s cheek before continuing, “What else are we doing today then, hm? Your eye looks so much better…”
“It doesn’t hurt as much any longer, just when is squint or touch it too much,” Eskil informs, “and I have plans...” he says with a playful wink of his good eye, “but you need to eat to get up your stamina for those things.”
“Then I will be very gentle not to kiss you there…” Vincent smiles, but at that wink, he stammers a little, excited: “R-Really? I...I...well. I suppose we should eat then, hm?”
“Mmm,” Eskil agrees, “do I smell coffee? If you unpack this I’ll bring it over and we can enjoy it all together?”
“Yes, there’s a pot that should be nearly ready…” Vincent smiles, gesturing to the stove, “Shall I go and get dressed first? I really do look a mess compared to you…” The Russian had expected to spend the day moping alone, and had been considering going to Esse’s after a few drinks to quell his woes...but this, the breakfast, the surprise visit--this was something so entirely unexpected. Eskil looks so handsome, so polished, and Vincent feels all the more sheepish for it.
Eskil shakes his head with a grin as he moves to Vincent’s stove. “There’s really no need for that, my sweet fuzzy bear.” Deeming the coffee to be ready he picks up the pot and a couple of cups and heads back to place it all down on the coffee table. “Mind if I put some more coal on the fire?”
“Please, add as much as you like. Make yourself comfortable!” Vincent says with a smile, before moving to begin unpacking the food, plating it up upon the coffee table. Vincent adores food almost as much as he adores Esse, and his stomach growls impatiently at the sight of the small feast laid before him. “You really didn’t need to do all this, sweet darling...it’s not a significant birthday.”
He puts a moderate amount of coal on the fire before turning back to smile at Vincent. “Of course it is,” he objects, “it’s yours, and you are significant to me!” Eskil says before moving to his bag and pulling out his own dressing gown and walks back to the chairs and table and takes a seat. “Please, tuck in, i’ll just do as you said and get comfortable...” he says before removing his jacket and shoes and waistcoat before pulling on the dressing gown.
“So sweet…” Vincent murmurs, wasting no time as he begins to butter a piece of bread. But he quirks his eyebrow at the dressing gown, laughing. “You brought that with you? You are so sweet to dress for breakfast with me! What else is in that bag?”
“Oh you’ll find out,” Eskil teases as he picks out a few pieces of bacon and an egg for himself. “If we’re going to spend the day in I wanted to do it properly.”
Vincent’s heart melts at that--Esse has planned a whole day for them, inside, knowing that Vincent doesn’t want the fuss of public congratulations. His little Swede really is a charmer.
“Hmmm, you’re being very sly, sweet Esse. Should I be excited or nervous?”
“Why ever would you be nervous?” Eskil laughs and pops a piece of bacon in his mouth before moving to pour them each a cup of coffee. “I’ve nothing planned that I’m not fairly certain you’ll enjoy.”
Vincent waits and takes his coffee cup with a grateful little smile, before replying: “I don’t know, Esse...you do have a deliciously wild streak, after all. You must be careful not to wear me out. Remember I’m an even older man now…” he laughs, teasing.
“Oh I will take care of you, and I’ll be ever so gentle, don’t you worry, Vincent,” Eskil chuckles over the rim of his own coffee cup before taking a sip. “Besides, most of it will take place in bed...”
Vincent has to cross his long legs at that, the faintest hint of a blush upon his cheeks as he looks to the floor with a little smile. Eskil really is rather perfect. “Well...that will...be interesting…” he replies, with a low chuckle.
The Swede smiles and nods. “I hope so, but please, don’t let your food get cold - I know I wouldn’t be able to re-heat it without burning it.”
“Yes, Sir!” Vincent grins, sliding an egg onto his bread and continuing his meal. He really does like eating, and Esse always has wonderful food to give him. “You’re so sweet,” Vincent says, between mouthfuls of egg, “To come over here like this, and treat me to breakfast. I can’t remember when I last did anything for my birthday that I actually enjoyed.”
That is sort of sad really, but Eskil refuses to dwell on the past - be it Vincent’s or his own - today. “Can’t have you go hungry on your birthday, and I like sharing breakfast with people - so really I am benefitting too.”
“I like food, and I like looking at my pretty young Swede, so today is already turning out to be rather wonderful…” Vincent grins, finishing his eggs and moving to spread a generous amount of jam over another slice of bread. He takes a bite, and chews for a moment, thinking. “You know…” he says, “I don’t think anyone has ever treated me to breakfast before.”
“Really?” Eskil asks before taking a bite out of his own eggs and bacon, chewing and swallowing before he continues; “Well, I simply have to do this more often then. I like it, and I like that you like it.”
“I love this…” Vincent replies, with a warm smile, “Though maybe not breakfast, if we’re going to do this more often. You know I’m a grump in the mornings.” he grins, taking another bite of bread and trying to oh-so-sneakily lick the jam off of his beard before Eskil notices it there.
Of course it doesn’t work, but Eskil only grins at seeing it. “Sweet bear,” he chuckles. “And if not breakfast perhaps lunch? I’d treat you to dinner too, but I think it’d be less convenient bringing it with me.”
Vincent finally manages to lick all of the jam, and grins a little sheepishly as he replies: “Lunch would be lovely, I should be awake by then. And we could picnic, when the weather is warmer. And I could feed you little chocolates and you could slap me and call me scandalous.” The Russian chuckles, teasing as he takes a small sip of coffee.
Eskil sips his coffee and shakes his head. “It’s a lovely idea, except for the slapping part. You know I wouldn’t,” he chuckles. “Late spring would be nice for a picnic,” Esse muses, “before it gets too unbearably hot and there’s too much spores in the air.”
“You’re far too lovely for anything like that, I know!” Vincent laughs, but groans at the mention of hot weather, “Please...no talk of that yet. I cannot cope with the heat.”
“I know, I know, me neither,” Esse sighs, “but there’s several months until then and it’s still nice and chilly outside so there’s plenty of time to just snuggle up in front of a fire or spend days curled up in bed with lots of blankets.”
Vincent sighs a little dreamily, sliding a few rashers of bacon onto his plate. “That sounds like absolute Heaven, Esse. Honestly, that would be wonderful. I know it won’t happen in London, but I used to love watching the snow fall outside my window when I was warm in bed, back in Russia.”
The Swede nods. “It’s pretty, isn’t it, the little flakes - or well, big flakes at times - filling the air.” He could so easily become melancholy about it, but he chooses to take another sip of coffee and finishing what’s left on his plate.
Vincent wants to say I wish I could take you to Russia and treat you like a Prince, but he doesn’t want to spoil the mood, so he simply replies: “Snow is very beautiful, yes…” and quickly changes the subject: “How is everyone? The staff? The cats? Your dear cousin?”
“Everyone is doing well,” Esse assures with a smile. “Though I think Peony and Bean are getting tired with the lacre, it’s not very nice for their fur apparently - I would suggest little shoes if it weren’t such an outrageous idea.”
Vincent bursts out laughing at that. “How absolutely adorable! Tiny cat shoes! You are so sweet, Esse. I must remember to bring them some ribbons, next time I visit. That might at least cheer them a little.”
“I’m certain Bean will be overjoyed by it, and that everyone in the household that walks on two legs will have to look out for the ball of fuzz chasing around on the floor,” Eskil laughs and sips his coffee.
“Are you referring to Bean or myself?” Vincent grins, finishing his bacon.
“What would you be doing on the floor?” Eskil asks with a grin of his own.
“Whatever you wanted me to.” Vincent says, placing his plate on the table with a warm chuckle, “If I was the one on the floor, I think you’d be the one in control, Esse.”
Eskil blushes a little at that, but he grins as he says; “Then I think it’s rather obvious I was referring to Bean, no?”
“Such a tease to a man only wearing a dressing gown…” Vincent grins, but his expression grows a little more serious, and his eyes suddenly widen as he asks: “When is your birthday? I just realised I have no idea!”
“It’s June 6th, so in the middle of summer,” Eskil shakes his head, “I wish only for cold weather or a tub filled with ice usually.”
Vincent makes a mental note of the date, and is about to remark something teasing about ice, before remembering his night with Roderigo, and thinking better of mentioning something potentially scandalous. Instead, he simply replies: “You poor summer child! I will be very kind to you and wake you up with tales of Russia.” Vincent smiles, but cringes internally as he realises he has just presumed that they will still be a couple, come summer. He hopes Esse isn’t too uncomfortable.
“You could cool me off with tales of the Russian Tundra, yes,” Esse chuckles, apparently not thinking too hard of the implications of even jokingly plan something together so far ahead. “Have you ever tried those iced puffball things that the urchins sell during the worst part of the year? They don’t make up for the heat - but they are tasty.”
“I haven’t, I’ve never been here in summer. Not when it was unbearably hot, anyway. But I do like food, so I am excited for that, at least…” Vincent laughs, tilting his head a little as he smiles at Esse. Now that Vincent is fed, and happy, he is feeling quite soppy, and Eskil is beautiful, poor bruised eye and all.
Eskil drains what’s left in his cup and puts it down before he reaches out for Vincent’s hand. “I know something else you might look forward to, and you won’t even have to wait for it,” he says with a hint of a blush and one of those shy sweet smiles of his.
“Oh?” Vincent grins, giving Esse’s hand a quick squeeze, “And what might that be, my love?”
“Well... if you join me in your bedroom I could show you?” Eskil nods.
“I would like that very much…” Vincent says with a smile, now very glad of the fact that he decided to have a quick bath earlier that morning.
And so Eskil stands, and takes Vincent’s hand again to lead him back to his bed, and once in the bedroom the Swede starts to undress.
Vincent leans back against his pillows, settling into the bed and crossing his legs as he watches Eskil, a smile upon his lips. His Swede is so beautiful, so alluring.
Once his clothes is off and neatly folded on a chair, Eskil pulls on his dressing gown again - though leaves it open, and clambers onto to bed to join Vincent. Coming up close and settling at his lover’s side Eskil presses a gentle little kiss to his cheek. “Hello fuzzy bear,” he murmurs warmly.
This is so lovely, Vincent thinks, the two of them together in bed, so comfy and warm. “Hello my Prince…” Vincent replies, “What do you have planned then, eh?”
“Well, for starters, this;” Esse says before capturing Vincent’s lips in a slow, soft but deep, kiss. “And, unless you have any objections to it, I want to take you in my mouth,” he murmurs against Vincent’s lips.
“No complaints here…” Vincent chuckles, murmuring against those soft, gentle lips.
Eskil’s hand slides down Vincent’s chest to find and untie the knot holding the dressing gown in place whilst he trails little kisses from Vincent’s mouth, down his chin and jaw and throat to stop at his collarbone. “You’re beautiful.”
Vincent feels his cheeks redden a little, and he can’t help but smile as he feels those soft, sweet kisses across his skin. “Not as beautiful as you, my sweet darling…”
“It’s not a competition,” Eskil chuckles before resuming his trail of kisses ever downwards.
“I know, I know…” Vincent says with a smile, moving his hand to run it through Esse’s hair, his body arching a little as those soft kisses are planted ever lower.
Reaching his destination Eskil presses an affectionate little kiss to the head of Vincent’s cock before looking up with warm grey eyes and a smile. “My handsome bear, my birthday bear,” he says, before swallowing Vincent down completely.
Vincent wants to make a remark about how sweet it all is--the kisses, the nicknames--when the mood turns into something a little less adorable as Esse manages to take him whole in one go. Vincent has to close his eyes, his free hand twisting into the bedsheets. “F-Fuck, Esse, have you been practicing?”
For understandable reasons Eskil has a hard time replying to that with words, but the little noises he makes are most likely a suppressed chuckle. He slowly begins to bob his head, sucking gently as he goes and one of his hands sneaks back up Vincent’s chest to find a nipple to play with.
Vincent groans as Esse’s fingers find his nipple--that gentle rubbing feels so wonderful, and Esse is working wonders on his cock. Both his hands are now twisted into the bedsheets, and he is writhing with pleasure, his toes curling as he moves. The Russian wants to say something meaningful, something appreciative, but his mind is too clouded by pleasure and he only manages a “Y-You’re amazing…” between groans and grunts of bliss.
Eskil keeps it up, both working his mouth over Vincent’s cock and rubbing at his nipple, whilst his other hand moves to gently cup and massage his lover’s balls - he is being extremely careful seeing how he doesn’t know if Vincent likes it and knows from his quite limited experience that some does enjoy it a lot and some doesn’t like it at all.
Oh, Vincent could spend then and there when Esse’s hand begins to gently massage his balls. It’s new territory for them as lovers, but Vincent makes sure that Esse knows how much he is enjoying it, crying out: “D-Don’t stop!” between long moans and growls.
Spurred on by that cry of pleasure Eskil doesn’t only continue, but also ups his pace - eager to bring his lover over the edge. He loves this, the moans and groans coming from Vincent’s lips, the way Vincent’s cock fills his mouth, the taste, the scent! It’s nothing he doesn’t like about this - the only downside being that his still not entirely healed face smarts a bit doing it.
Vincent lets out a deep growl--a warning that he is close. “H-Ha...Esse...g-gonna...soon…” is all he manages, between moans, his eyes squeezed shut as he just lets the pleasure wash over him--the sensitive sensations almost overwhelming him. Esse is such a selfless lover, and Vincent realises then that he is so, so desperately lucky to be adored by someone so caring.
A pleased rumble comes from deep within Eskil’s chest at Vincent’s words, and Eskil wouldn’t stop even if the house came tumbling down right now - he needs to see this, to feel this, to give this to Vincent and to please him - in this moment that’s all he wants.
It doesn’t take long for Vincent to release--it’s a long, drawn out orgasm, full of moans and growls and twisting and writhing as Vincent arches his back, his whole body shuddering with pleasure as he spends. And when it is finished, he all but collapses back onto the bed, closing his eyes as he struggles to get his breath back.
Eskil keeps it up until the last shudder goes through the Russian before releasing him from his hands and mouth. His heart is swelling with pride and he beams at Vincent - not that he can see it at the moment with his eyes closed and all - as he gently, soothingly runs his fingers over Vincent’s chest. “That was... otherwordly.”
Vincent struggles to open his heavy eyelids and can only nod at first, but eventually, in a quiet voice, he manages to reply: “W-What a spectacular birthday gift…”
Eskil grins and flops down next to his worn out fuzzy bear, cuddling up close. “Glad you liked it,” he giggles.
“You’re amazing...y-you...all of it...so wonderful...so beautiful…” Vincent mumbles, tilting his head as he presses his lips to his love’s.
Eskil presses back, ever so softly, and then grins as he murmurs; “You’re good for a man’s ego, you know that?”
“So are you!” Vincent wheezes, with a breathy laugh, “When you talk about how big I am, and treat me so nicely…”
Eskil reaches to run his fingers through Vincent’s beard. “Well how could I not when you are big and are being so utterly alluring?”
Vincent grins, his cheeks flushed. “You’re, um, you’re a lot better at...that, now. Not that you were ever bad at it, but...I mean...wow…”
“Less nerves,” Eskil says as way of explanation, “well, about that at least and around you.”
“What are you nervous about?” Vincent can’t help but ask, even though his tired eyes are beginning to close again.
“Many things,” Eskil says, not feeling that now is the moment to list them all, “though not that many for a good reason. It’s just what I’m like I suppose.”
“I’m sorry…” Vincent mumbles, snuggling up closer as he feels himself beginning to drift off, “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, you know that.”
“I know, Vincent, I know,” Eskil assures, fitting himself comfortably against the other man before murmuring, “sleep well my dear fuzzy bear.”
“Don’t let me sleep too long…” Vincent mumbles, draping an arm across Esse, “Need to...repay you…”
“There will be time for that, don’t worry,” Eskil says with a warm grin, “I’m not leaving you today,” he mumbles.
Those words make Vincent feel hopefully safe and within minutes he is fast asleep, gently snoring against the pillows, a small smile still on his lips.
Eskil lets himself drift off only for the briefest of moments before once again opening his eyes and watches Vincent sleep. He looks so peaceful and happy and Esse isn’t sure exactly what his feelings are for the other man but he does know that it’s not just a fleeting infatuation. This Russian-Italian man that’s twice his age is so very important to him and Eskil wants nothing more than to keep him happy.
With that in mind he slips out of bed, careful not to wake his lover, and heads out to his bag to pick up a smaller little bag and then sneaks into the bathroom. He stays there for as long as he thinks he can get away with before returning to bed and Vincent’s side.
Vincent sleeps for about twenty minutes and when he awakes, he lets out a loud, ungraceful yawn, and then an embarrassed, sleepy chuckle. “Mm…” he says, turning his head to look at Esse.
“Hi,” Esse says, and once again presses a little kiss to Vincent’s face. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm, yes, thank you, sweet thing…” Vincent says, yawning again as he blinks his eyes open, “Very cosy, in here, with you.”
“I think you’re the cosy one, what with all the fuzz,” Eskil giggles, then asks; “Do you think... well, have you rested enough for another round?”
Vincent grins, running a hand through his chest hair, but his eyes widen at the question, and he nods eagerly as he replies: “Y-Yes please! That would be delightful…” He sits up a little, rapidly blinking his eyes to get them to focus properly.
Eskil grins, looking a little sheepish as he says; “I might have prepared a little surprise for you...”
“Oh?” Vincent says, excited and genuinely curious, “I’m intrigued...what kind of surprise?”
The Swede uncovers himself from the blankets to reveal that he’s changed out the usual string for his dressing gown with a pretty sash, tied with a bow and everything. Sitting up a little he says; “Hopefully one you’ll like...”
Vincent’s face breaks out into a wide grin, and he can’t help but laugh, clasping his hands together as he does. It’s such a sweet, and slightly ridiculous gesture, but Esse is so cute to think about all the little details like this. “Look at you! You adorable, handsome thing. Are you my surprise?”
“Why don’t you unwrap your gift and find out,” Eskil says, blushing and grinning, “there might be more to it than you think... well, no new body parts sort of more but...” he trails off with a giggle.
Vincent is a little confused--wondering if something might pop out and attack him the moment he unties that sash--but he can’t help but laugh, excited, as he reaches over to unwrap his present with one gentle, deliberate, slow pull of that sash.
What is revealed is nothing earth shattering - just the same sweet body that Vincent have become familiar with, and although it’s a pretty sight, especially with such clear levels of arousal, it’s hardly surprising. “You eh... might have to explore a bit to... find out what’s, well, what I’ve prepared,” it’s hardly a subtle hint, but Esse’s a little too excited to have Vincent guessing for too long.
Vincent is still confused, but the sight of Esse’s beautiful body keeps him excited as he begins to explore the young Swede, chuckling as gentle fingers reach round to Esse’s behind.
“Getting warmer,” Esse supplies with an encouraging nod.
Vincent is now even more confused, but he lets his fingers trail a little lower, looking to Esse as if to say “Is this right, or am I just poking around here for no reason?”
Vincent is so close to being able to feel the traces of oil, so Eskil counts it as a win and places his own hands a top Vincent’s to give them a little nudge in the right direction.
At finally feeling that oil, Vincent’s eyes grow very wide. “Have you been…?” is all he manages to ask, a little taken aback but no less excited.
“I prepared myself for you,” Eskil says with a crimson blush and a shy smile.
Vincent swallows, feeling a familiar warmth rise in his stomach and his groin. “Y-You...o-oh wow…” he trails off, a little lost for words. “You...you...Esse. That’s...that’s...fuck.”
“... do you like it?” Eskil asks, a little nervous, wondering if Vincent might think he’s taken some of the fun out of it by skipping their joint warm up.
“Do I like it?” Vincent laughs, pulling the bedsheets back to reveal that one part of him certainly likes it. Loves it, in fact.
There’s another wave of blushing, and Esse has to run a hand through his hair and scratch a little at the back of his neck in one of his old nervous ticks, but he smiles. “Looks like it.”
“T-That’s really quite attractive, imagining you...doing that…” Vincent trails off, not wanting to make Esse too uncomfortable.
That’s quite enough talking about what he’s done, he’s more interested in what they will do, and Eskil leans forward to press a kiss to Vincent’s lips. “If you’d like, I would like to be on top of you,” he says once their lips part.
“You mean...riding me?” Vincent asks, growing excited at the prospect.
Eskil nods, grey eyes sparkling. “Yes, that, I’d like that - but it’s your birthday gift so... you want that too?”
“Yes! Please!” Vincent grins, practically begging in his excitement. Esse often rides him in Vincent’s fantasies, and the Russian is very excited to finally get the chance to see it in real life.
With another kiss Eskil moves to straddle his lover, taking a moment to just lean against him, chest to chest. “I’ve thought about this,” he admits.
Vincent thinks their fantasies may not be so different after all… “I think about this a lot, too,” Vincent also admits, “A-And you’re always amazing, every time…”
Eskil lets out a little laugh at that. “I hope reality won’t prove to be disappointing then,” he says as he straightens up, one hand firmly placed on Vincent’s chest and the other behind himself guiding Vincent’s cock to his opening and slowly pushing himself down onto it.
Vincent moves his hands to gently rest them on Esse’s waist--not pushing him, not moving him--letting the young Swede settle down at his own pace. Vincent has ridden men before and knows that it can be a lot to take in, at first, in more ways than one. “G-Gonna feel so good...you’re so good…” he mumbles, trying his hardest to be reassuring when all he really wants to do is lay back and swear to the Heavens about how wonderful Esse feels on him.
It is a slow process, Esse whimpering and chewing at his own lips as he would rather just have it done but knows he could end up hurting himself if he acted so reckless - and what sort of birthday gift would that be? Tiny beads of sweat breaks out on his forehead and it feels like it’s taking forever, but really - it’s not that long before he’s seated himself and takes a few deep breaths to relax.
Esse feels amazing like this--his weight pressed down against Vincent, the oil so warm and slick against Vincent’s cock…damn. “W-Well done...h-how...does it feel?” Vincent asks, his thumbs rubbing gentle, reassuring circles over Esse’s hips.
“Much,” Eskil says with a breathless laugh, “always feels like much with you. It’s good, just, so full...”
“Y-You don’t need to move yet...o-or at all, i-if it hurts...this is...amazing…” Vincent pants, taking in the sight of Esse on top of him like this. His fantasies are nothing, compared to this.
“It’s fine,” Eskil assures, planting his other hand on Vincent’s chest as well, to steady himself as he gives an experimentational little roll of his hips - tilting his head back and gasping as he does.
Vincent groans, unable to stop smiling as he watches Esse move. He loves laying like this, able to see all of Esse--his expressions, his body...every little twitch and moan displayed so wonderfully for Vincent. He feels, as always, so lucky.
One little roll of his hips soon become several and it doesn’t take long for Eskil to fall into a gentle rhythm - warming himself up for more whilst panting and moaning. “Vincent, ah, so... you’re so...” whatever it is Vincent is it must be something good.
“Big?” Vincent suggests, unable to help a little ego-stroking with Esse riding him like this, being so complimentary, so eager to praise.
“Uhu,” Esse replies, picking up his pace a little as rolls becomes a rise and fall. “Big. Fuzzy. Handsome.”
“F-Fu…” Vincent pants, moving one of his hands to rest against Esse’s stomach as they move, “Y-You’re...so handsome. Beautiful. H-Ha…”
He puts his own hand atop of Vincent’s and presses it to his stomach, moaning as he works himself on Vincent’s cock. Esse can’t keep his eyes open and his head tilts back - so much pleasure and Vincent is so deep inside of him.
Vincent is being selfish--eyes closed, hands not moving to touch Esse--he’s not even moving his hips, simply letting Esse grind up and down as he pleases. He’s lost in pleasure again, his hedonistic side taking over as he focuses only on growling and groaning, letting Esse know what an amazing lover he is.
Esse’s panting and gasping as he works up a faster pace, lifting up and going down hard on the downstroke. Watching Vincent growling and groaning beneath him Eskil can’t help but smile a little - this might be the best idea for a birthday gift Eskil’s ever had.
Vincent forces his eyes back open to watch Esse--this is a very visual position, and Vincent absolutely adores how he can see it all, how he can watch Esse moving down on his cock like this. “Mm...f-fu...h-ha...so good…” he groans, so eloquently.
Eskil catches Vincent’s eyes and grins. “Yeah?” he asks. His skin covered in the lightest sheen of sweat, his erection bouncing against his stomach as he moves his hips with the single minded goal of pleasure.
That grin ruins Vincent--such a simple gesture has him groaning, writhing on the bed before he lets out a strained chuckle, nodding as he replies: “H-Ha, oh y-yes, m-more....so good, y-you’re so good!”
The Swede nods and leans forward slightly, hands placed on Vincent’s chest as he braces himself against the other man to really fuck himself on Vincent’s cock - hard!
Oh God! Vincent can only groan louder at that--the slick feeling of oil against his skin, the way Esse is pressing down so hard, so desperate, so needy--and those sounds! Those wet sounds of quickened pace, and the pants and groans spilling from both men’s lips. Vincent doesn’t know how much more he can take, but he doesn’t want the pleasure to ever end.
Eskil pants and whimpers, knowing he won’t be able to come like this, not caring since this isn’t for him but for Vincent. He keeps it up, working himself harder than he’s ever done before.
“S-So good! Close!” Vincent cries, feeling his muscles tense. This is so much, so wonderful, so fantastically sordid in the most beautiful way!
Esse’s too breathless to say anything, but he mouths the word “come” wanting to see his lover come undone beneath him.
At that command, Vincent lets go and releases, spending inside his love with a loud, broken cry of pleasure. His fingernails dig into the skin of Eskil’s stomach, and his toes quickly curl as his whole body shakes and shudders with the force of the release. This is the second time today that Esse has done this to him--ruined him completely, and Vincent adores it.
Eskil keeps his eyes open as he rides Vincent through his climax, but once it’s over he stops his movements, slumping forward where he sits, breathing hard as he tries to catch his breath and regain his senses.
It takes a full minute of panting and swallowing before Vincent can bring himself to talk, and when he does, it’s a quiet, broken reply: “You...that...amazing...loved it…”
A flicker of a smile on Esse’s lips, he’s still too exhausted for anything else, as he says; “Happy Birthday, Vincent.”
Vincent can only grin in return, but as he regains some of his senses, he realises they have a situation to deal with. “Let me finish you off?” he asks, “Or clean you up?”
Eskil just nods - not specifying what of the options he’s referring to - as he pulls himself off of Vincent with a bit of a whimper and flops down beside him.
“Beautiful Prince, thank you…” Vincent murmurs, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Esse’s lips. Though he pulls back after a moment, a gentle frown upon his face. “I wanted to use my tongue, but…” he trails off, remembering how Esse didn’t take to it, last time.
“You may,” Eskil replies to that with a small smile, still too worn out to really care what’s going on.
“Really?” Vincent says, excited, “I’ll be gentle, I promise. Is that really alright?” He sits up a little, beaming.
“Yes,” Eskil replies with a nod, rolling over onto his stomach and resting his head against the pillows.
Vincent shifts himself between Esse’s legs, shuffling down on the bed until he is in a good position to begin working. Vincent has made quite a mess of Esse’s rear--his come is dripping down Esse legs--and Vincent starts there, slowly licking his tongue up the inside of the young Swede’s thighs.
It’s still an odd sensation to have his skin licked like that, but so far so good and Eskil relaxes himself as much as he can where he lies as to show Vincent that he’s free to proceed.
Vincent is still exhausted from his orgasm, but excited to be able to do this to Esse, and so he licks slowly and deliberately, moving to Eskil’s rear after his legs have been licked clean. “Mm...handsome darling…”
“Sweet fuzzy bear,” Eskil mumbles, the smile heard more than seen since his face is mashed against the pillows. He might not find this very arousing, not right now anyway, but it’s intimate and caring and he sighs in contentment.
Vincent knows that this is hardly Eskil’s favourite thing to do, so he begins to work a little more quickly--but still just as gently--carefully licking up what he can from Esse’s behind, oh-so-gently pushing his tongue inside.
“Hnngh,” Esse whimpers, realising a little too late that going quite as hard as he did might not have been the brightest of ideas since he’s rather sore and his flesh a bit too tender for this. It’s not horribly agonizing pain by no means - but clear discomfort for sure.
Vincent quickly pulls his head up, concerned. “Was that too much, sweet thing? I know you, uh, pushed yourself. I don’t want to hurt you, you’ve already done so well, been so brave…”
“I, eh, might have been a little too enthusiastic, yes...” Esse admits with a blush.
“I’ll stop, I’ll stop!” Vincent says, quickly sitting up, “Why don’t we have a bath, instead? I can finish you off in there, too…”
“I was actually going to suggest a bath anyway,” Eskil says with a little laugh, “I even brought some nice oils...”
“You did?” Vincent replies, beaming, as he crawls up to his pillows to flop down beside Esse, “You are such a thoughtful, kind young thing…”
“It’s your birthday, I want to spoil you a bit,” he says, tilting his head so that he can look at Vincent and give him a warm smile.
“Well, I do feel very spoiled indeed, with such a handsome young man in my bed, giving me everything I could ever want…” Vincent says, trailing off with a happy little sigh.
Eskil’s hand reaches out to gently pat Vincent’s chest. “Good, means I’m doing this right.”
“Sweet darling…” Vincent murmurs, before smiling a confident smile as he replies: “Right. Shall I run a bath, so we can get clean and get you howling out my name, mm?”
“Yes,” Eskil nods, though he’s not sure if he’ll be able to actually make good on the second part seeing how he’s already growing soft again - but they’ll make it work somehow. “I’ll come with you,” he says and makes a valiant effort to crawl out of bed on still shaky legs.
Vincent sees Eskil shaking and quickly moves to offer an arm for him. “You rest in the bathroom, you’ve been so good already. Are the oils in your bag? I’ll fetch them.”
“They’re in a smaller bag that’s already in the bathroom,” Eskil says, gratefully leaning a bit on the Russian, “I, eh, brought it in when I... well, when you were sleeping.”
“You sweet thing, so thoughtful…” Vincent murmurs, smiling, “I’ll run us a nice hot bath, mm? Then we can go back to bed so you can rest. How does that sound?” Vincent asks, leading Esse into the bathroom. Vincent knows that Eskil wants to be the one to spoil, to look after--but the poor young thing must be so exhausted, so sore, Vincent thinks.
“It doesn’t deviate too much from my plans,” Eskil says with a little laugh, “and it sounds lovely, Vincent,” he says and presses a kiss to Vincent’s shoulder.
“Oh? What were your plans?” Vincent asks, leaning over the bath to turn the taps on, hot water gushing into the tub.
“Well, I have one... two more gifts for you,” Esse says as he’s rummaging through his little bag of oils and picks out a few bottles, “and I had thought it might be nice to enjoy them together in bed if you felt up to it - though it’s not a thing that does require a bed I must warn you before you get your hopes up too much...”
“Oh?” Vincent says, intrigued, as he begins to help Esse open the oil bottles, “Can I know what they are? I’m very excited, regardless…” he chuckles.
“Hmm... I’ll let you guess and if you get it right I’ll confirm it,” Eskil says with a smile - not wanting to spoil the surprise entirely.
Vincent smiles, dropping a little oil into the bath, taking a deep breath to inhale the beautiful scents. “You say it doesn’t require a bed...so...nothing scandalous, I presume?” he laughs, turning off the taps, before gently lowering himself into the bath, scooting back to give Eskil some room to join him.
“Nothing scandalous, no,” Eskil says as he very carefully steps into the bath and gently lowers himself down, “not by comparison to what we’ve already done at least.”
Vincent tries to remember what they have previously talked about as he wraps his arms around Esse, snuggling up against him in the water. “Hm...are you going to read to me? Or recite something?”
“I might, though that’s not really one of the gifts itself,” Eskil says, leaning back - wiggling a little as he tries to find a comfortable position to be in.
“Hm...then I am stumped. I do not know what else you could be thinking of...does it involve food?” Vincent asks, with a chuckle.
“Not food, well there is a cake but that doesn’t count as a gift because it’s not really a birthday without it,” Eskil reasons, “one of the gifts is something one imbibes though.”
“A cake?! You are so sweet!” Vincent beams, so happy. “And oh? Is it...alcohol?” Vincent asks, narrowing his eyes as he thinks, making sure he has understood Esse correctly--the word is one he does not often use.
“You are correct, Vincent,” Eskil says, clapping his hands as the Russian manages to guess one of his gifts.
Vincent grins, and snuffs happily. “Am I allowed to know what kind? You are so kind, buying me so many gifts!”
“It’s wine, a red surface wine,” Eskil admits, “and I like buying gifts, especially for people who doesn’t protest when I bring them.”
“A surface wine?” Vincent says, his eyes widening, “I won’t protest, but...that must have been so expensive, Esse! With the cake and the breakfast and everything, too...along with this mysterious other gift.”
I can afford it, would sound very crass, Eskil thinks - so instead he says; “It’s more than worth it my sweet fuzzy bear. You deserve to get nice gifts.”
“Mm, so kind...I adore you…” Vincent mumbles, trailing his fingers down Esse’s stomach to his groin, wondering if Esse might require release or if the moment has passed, for him. “And what’s the other gift?”
The Swede doesn’t move away from the touch, and sighs contently as Vincent’s fingers brush his stomach, but as far as excitement goes it’s over for Eskil. “Told you I’m not going to tell you unless you guess it.”
Vincent can’t help but be a little disappointed in himself for not having repaid Esse for his favours, but he says nothing, simply resting a hand on the young Swede’s stomach. He can always please him later, after all. “Hm...is it something I can eat or drink?” Vincent asks, chuckling.
“No... well you probably could eat it but I wouldn’t recommend it,” Eskil chuckles, placing his own hand atop Vincent’s and interlacing their fingers.
“Is it something I can...wear?” Vincent asks, confused as ever, but happy to just be close to his love, hands interlocked, playing a silly, sweet-natured game.
“Nuh uh,” Esse says, shaking his head before leaning it back against Vincent’s shoulder.
“This is tricky!” Vincent laughs, resting his chin upon Esse’s curls, “You must give me a clue, at least a small one!”
“Well... you did ask if I was going to read for you...” Esse says, and it should make guessing easy he thinks.
“Oh! A book?” Vincent says, excited as he assumes he has finally guessed correctly.
“Yes,” Eskil says with a beaming smile, “a book - though I’m not going to tell you what book it is, it’d ruin the fact that it’s gift wrapped.”
“I’m so excited!” Vincent says, grinning, “And you wrapped it? You are the cutest little thing to ever grace London…”
“I didn’t say I wrapped it,” Esse giggles, “it’d have looked a right mess if I did - that’s not one of my skills.”
“It’s not one of mine either, I’m afraid. I can’t do anything without being hopelessly messy…” Vincent replies, chuckling a little lustfully.
“Not a single thing? Hmm, we’ll have to work on that,” Eskil giggles and grins, “how else am I supposed to take you out dancing with me?”
Vincent loves it when Esse giggles, and he finds himself with a big soppy grin on his face as he replies: “Mm, I suppose I’ll just have to practice, so I can sweep you off your feet and we can be the talk of the evening.”
“You, eh, might need quite a lot of practice for that,” Eskil says with a grin as he reaches for the little bag to get out the soap and a washcloth. With both items in hand he works up a soapy lather and reaches down to properly clean himself after their bedroom antics, biting back little sounds of discomfort.
“True, you’re a magnificent dancer, and I am...not so much…” Vincent chuckles, but murmurs a little sadly as Eskil begins to clean himself: “How are you feeling, dolce?” Esse might be good at hiding his pained sounds, but Vincent has had enough lovers in his time to know when they have pushed themselves.
“... just a little sore,” Eskil admits with a bit of a blush. “My own mistake, you don’t need to worry.”
“Poor thing…” Vincent murmurs, planting kisses through Esse’s curls, “I’m sorry. You were so good to me. So brave. So giving, il mio bel principe.”
With a shy smile Eskil looks back at Vincent; “I was enjoying myself, perhaps a little too much but... well...” he trails off with a giggle.
“No such thing…” Vincent chuckles, grinning, “But thank you, again. It was amazing, really.”
“You’re welcome, and happy birthday, Vincent,” Esse beams. “And I only meant that I probably should have been... a bit more cautious, is all.”
“I know, I was only teasing. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. But thank you, for my gifts. You are the sweetest. And…Sei cosi seducente.” Vincent murmurs, with a smile.
Deeming himself clean enough Eskil drops the washcloth on his stomach and relaxes back against Vincent again. “I still have no idea what it is you’re saying when you speak Italian to me... but it sounds so sweet so I’m not complaining.”
“Well, that one was maybe a little less sweet...but…ti adoro, dolce...” Vincent says, still smiling.
“That one I think I can guess though,” Esse murmurs, “and I adore you too, Vincent.”
“Clever handsome thing!” Vincent beams, nuzzling up against Eskil’s curls, “So clever.”
“It helps having practiced several languages before,” the Swede offers as explanation to his alleged cleverness.
“Still so clever, mm, so intelligent and lovely…” Vincent murmurs, closing his eyes, “My clever little Swede.”
“You’re so sweet to me,” Esse murmurs right back with a smile and a blush. Picking up the washcloth and soap again he sets to work and starts cleaning whatever he can reach of Vincent’s long legs with firm but gentle hands.
“Oh, thank you…” Vincent murmurs, a little surprised and very happy, moving his legs when he can, to help Esse. “Gotta get my leg fuzz cleaned.”
“Got to get all of your fuzz clean, my sweet fuzzy bear,” Eskil replies with a chuckle, “I want you to be nice and comfortable you know.”
“I’m very comfortable…” Vincent says, with a content little sigh, “I have never had so much attention paid to me before, but I, uh, could get used to it…” he grins.
“Good,” Eskil nods as he bends and reaches down to take care of Vincent’s feet, “I want you to get a little used to it, it’d mean...” you know and trust that I care for you, “I’m doing the right thing.”
Vincent makes happy little noises as attention is paid to his feet--and also lets out a soft giggle. “Tickles!” he explains, wriggling his toes.
Eskil laughs and firms his grip in hopes it shan’t be too ticklish for Vincent. “Sorry, sweet bear, almost done - I promise.”
“I don’t mind…” Vincent giggles, beaming, “You’re so kind, to wash my old man toes…” he laughs.
“Mmm,” Esse agrees, giving Vincent’s feet a last look over and deems them clean, “your old man toes are getting wrinkly from the water,” he informs.
“So cruel…” Vincent laughs, giving his toes another wiggle, “But perhaps we should get out and snuggle back down in bed, mm?”
“I think that might be a good idea before we both end up looking like raisins...” Eskil says with a little laugh and a nod, “you know how much I hate raisins.”
“That is true, you do.” Vincent laughs, planting a final kiss to Esse’s curls, “I bought some new towels so you can get properly dry this time…” Vincent says, a little embarrassed by the fact that he hadn’t even owned a towel before knowing Esse.
“So we can get properly dry, you mean,” Esse corrects him with a grin as he carefully makes his way out of the bath, cautious so he doesn’t end up slipping on the floor.
“Yes, yes…” Vincent laughs, moving to drain the water before stepping out himself, reaching for the two soft, fluffy towels he purchased for the both of them. If he had just been buying for himself, Vincent would have picked out something cheaper, but...Esse deserves the best, after all.
Eskil takes the offered towel, but instead of drying off himself he starts toweling down Vincent - ever so gently, taking care with what he knows is sensitive areas like Vincent’s back and legs. “They’re very soft,” he mumbles appreciatively - referring to the towels of course.
“Oh you don’t have to--” Vincent begins to protest, but stops when he remembers Esse’s words about spoiling him. And he could cry at how gentle his young love is--being so careful with his scarred back. Vincent smiles a warm, if not slightly sad, smile, nodding as he replies: “They’re lovely, aren’t they? I’m glad you like them.”
Eskil looks up with a soft smile, “they really are,” before straightening himself again and wrapping the towel around Vincent’s shoulders. “All done.”
[Warnings: Dangerous amounts of fluff. NSFW, sex happens.]
It is early in the morning that Eskil steps out of the cab, carrying a large bag on his shoulder and a covered basket on his arm, and heads towards Vincent’s little flat. He’s dressed finely as always - but special care has been taken to choose clothes that doesn’t crease easily and that comes off quickly - and he’s pretty fresh out of a bath so his curls are still slightly damp and his skin smells of cypress and pine and the tiniest hint of bergamot.
With an excited beaming smile he knocks on Vincent’s door and waits.
Vincent is awake to hear the knock, but he has not been up too long. He is in a pre-caffeinated state, waiting for a pot of coffee to boil on his little stove. He isn’t dressed yet, either, only wearing a dressing gown and slippers, and he can’t help but roll his eyes and groan when he hears that knock upon his door. Vincent stands and pulls his messy hair into a loose bun as he walks towards the door, tying it with a ribbon before forcing a smile as he opens the door.
“Happy birthday!” Eskil exclaims as soon as the door is properly open. The fact that his eye is still a discoloured mess, now painted in green and yellow, doesn’t take away from his beaming open smile in the least. “Can I come in? I brought breakfast.”
Seeing his love on his doorstep is certainly a wonderful surprise, and Vincent’s forced smile soon turns warm and welcoming as he sees Esse’s excitement, and hears that his darling has brought him food for his birthday. Vincent can’t remember the last time he celebrated his birthday. He had insisted upon no fuss, but...this is hopelessly sweet. And he is overjoyed to see Esse, as always.
“You sweet darling, you look so handsome! I must look a mess. But of course, come in. So sweet to an old man. So cheeky, too, when I said I didn’t want to be doted upon today…” he chuckles, stepping aside to let Eskil inside.
Eskil grins and shakes his head as he steps through the door and puts down the bag on his shoulder. “As I recall you just said you did want to do a big celebration, or at least that’s how I interpreted it,” he giggles. Leaning in he presses a quick kiss to Vincent’s lips. “You still have to eat though,” he says and hands Vincent the covered basket from which there’s a drift of mouthwatering scents, before starting to remove his outerwear.
“You promise me that you have not planned a party? Because I think that would be the end of me…” Vincent chuckles, trying not to think about the fact that he is yet another year older. He wants to focus on spending time with Eskil, on being grateful for the kind gestures which his love has shown him on his birthday. He holds up the basket, inspecting it with a smile as he replies: “What’s in here, then? It smells absolutely divine…”
“No party,” Eskil promises, now free of his coat, scarf and gloves and comes to wrap an arm around Vincent’s shoulders, “just you and me spending the day together,” he nods. “Open it! There’s bacon and eggs and bread and jam and cold cuts and some liver-pate and pickled gherkins, some milk... and some hazelnuts for Salome too.”
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“Sounds like absolute Heaven...and you are so sweet to think of Salome! I think she is out, but she will adore them when she returns! You sweet lovely thing…” Vincent trails off, planting a kiss to Esse’s cheek before continuing, “What else are we doing today then, hm? Your eye looks so much better…”
“It doesn’t hurt as much any longer, just when is squint or touch it too much,” Eskil informs, “and I have plans...” he says with a playful wink of his good eye, “but you need to eat to get up your stamina for those things.”
“Then I will be very gentle not to kiss you there…” Vincent smiles, but at that wink, he stammers a little, excited: “R-Really? I...I...well. I suppose we should eat then, hm?”
“Mmm,” Eskil agrees, “do I smell coffee? If you unpack this I’ll bring it over and we can enjoy it all together?”
“Yes, there’s a pot that should be nearly ready…” Vincent smiles, gesturing to the stove, “Shall I go and get dressed first? I really do look a mess compared to you…” The Russian had expected to spend the day moping alone, and had been considering going to Esse’s after a few drinks to quell his woes...but this, the breakfast, the surprise visit--this was something so entirely unexpected. Eskil looks so handsome, so polished, and Vincent feels all the more sheepish for it.
Eskil shakes his head with a grin as he moves to Vincent’s stove. “There’s really no need for that, my sweet fuzzy bear.” Deeming the coffee to be ready he picks up the pot and a couple of cups and heads back to place it all down on the coffee table. “Mind if I put some more coal on the fire?”
“Please, add as much as you like. Make yourself comfortable!” Vincent says with a smile, before moving to begin unpacking the food, plating it up upon the coffee table. Vincent adores food almost as much as he adores Esse, and his stomach growls impatiently at the sight of the small feast laid before him. “You really didn’t need to do all this, sweet darling...it’s not a significant birthday.”
He puts a moderate amount of coal on the fire before turning back to smile at Vincent. “Of course it is,” he objects, “it’s yours, and you are significant to me!” Eskil says before moving to his bag and pulling out his own dressing gown and walks back to the chairs and table and takes a seat. “Please, tuck in, i’ll just do as you said and get comfortable...” he says before removing his jacket and shoes and waistcoat before pulling on the dressing gown.
“So sweet…” Vincent murmurs, wasting no time as he begins to butter a piece of bread. But he quirks his eyebrow at the dressing gown, laughing. “You brought that with you? You are so sweet to dress for breakfast with me! What else is in that bag?”
“Oh you’ll find out,” Eskil teases as he picks out a few pieces of bacon and an egg for himself. “If we’re going to spend the day in I wanted to do it properly.”
Vincent’s heart melts at that--Esse has planned a whole day for them, inside, knowing that Vincent doesn’t want the fuss of public congratulations. His little Swede really is a charmer.
“Hmmm, you’re being very sly, sweet Esse. Should I be excited or nervous?”
“Why ever would you be nervous?” Eskil laughs and pops a piece of bacon in his mouth before moving to pour them each a cup of coffee. “I’ve nothing planned that I’m not fairly certain you’ll enjoy.”
Vincent waits and takes his coffee cup with a grateful little smile, before replying: “I don’t know, Esse...you do have a deliciously wild streak, after all. You must be careful not to wear me out. Remember I’m an even older man now…” he laughs, teasing.
“Oh I will take care of you, and I’ll be ever so gentle, don’t you worry, Vincent,” Eskil chuckles over the rim of his own coffee cup before taking a sip. “Besides, most of it will take place in bed...”
Vincent has to cross his long legs at that, the faintest hint of a blush upon his cheeks as he looks to the floor with a little smile. Eskil really is rather perfect. “Well...that will...be interesting…” he replies, with a low chuckle.
The Swede smiles and nods. “I hope so, but please, don’t let your food get cold - I know I wouldn’t be able to re-heat it without burning it.”
“Yes, Sir!” Vincent grins, sliding an egg onto his bread and continuing his meal. He really does like eating, and Esse always has wonderful food to give him. “You’re so sweet,” Vincent says, between mouthfuls of egg, “To come over here like this, and treat me to breakfast. I can’t remember when I last did anything for my birthday that I actually enjoyed.”
That is sort of sad really, but Eskil refuses to dwell on the past - be it Vincent’s or his own - today. “Can’t have you go hungry on your birthday, and I like sharing breakfast with people - so really I am benefitting too.”
“I like food, and I like looking at my pretty young Swede, so today is already turning out to be rather wonderful…” Vincent grins, finishing his eggs and moving to spread a generous amount of jam over another slice of bread. He takes a bite, and chews for a moment, thinking. “You know…” he says, “I don’t think anyone has ever treated me to breakfast before.”
“Really?” Eskil asks before taking a bite out of his own eggs and bacon, chewing and swallowing before he continues; “Well, I simply have to do this more often then. I like it, and I like that you like it.”
“I love this…” Vincent replies, with a warm smile, “Though maybe not breakfast, if we’re going to do this more often. You know I’m a grump in the mornings.” he grins, taking another bite of bread and trying to oh-so-sneakily lick the jam off of his beard before Eskil notices it there.
Of course it doesn’t work, but Eskil only grins at seeing it. “Sweet bear,” he chuckles. “And if not breakfast perhaps lunch? I’d treat you to dinner too, but I think it’d be less convenient bringing it with me.”
Vincent finally manages to lick all of the jam, and grins a little sheepishly as he replies: “Lunch would be lovely, I should be awake by then. And we could picnic, when the weather is warmer. And I could feed you little chocolates and you could slap me and call me scandalous.” The Russian chuckles, teasing as he takes a small sip of coffee.
Eskil sips his coffee and shakes his head. “It’s a lovely idea, except for the slapping part. You know I wouldn’t,” he chuckles. “Late spring would be nice for a picnic,” Esse muses, “before it gets too unbearably hot and there’s too much spores in the air.”
“You’re far too lovely for anything like that, I know!” Vincent laughs, but groans at the mention of hot weather, “Please...no talk of that yet. I cannot cope with the heat.”
“I know, I know, me neither,” Esse sighs, “but there’s several months until then and it’s still nice and chilly outside so there’s plenty of time to just snuggle up in front of a fire or spend days curled up in bed with lots of blankets.”
Vincent sighs a little dreamily, sliding a few rashers of bacon onto his plate. “That sounds like absolute Heaven, Esse. Honestly, that would be wonderful. I know it won’t happen in London, but I used to love watching the snow fall outside my window when I was warm in bed, back in Russia.”
The Swede nods. “It’s pretty, isn’t it, the little flakes - or well, big flakes at times - filling the air.” He could so easily become melancholy about it, but he chooses to take another sip of coffee and finishing what’s left on his plate.
Vincent wants to say I wish I could take you to Russia and treat you like a Prince, but he doesn’t want to spoil the mood, so he simply replies: “Snow is very beautiful, yes…” and quickly changes the subject: “How is everyone? The staff? The cats? Your dear cousin?”
“Everyone is doing well,” Esse assures with a smile. “Though I think Peony and Bean are getting tired with the lacre, it’s not very nice for their fur apparently - I would suggest little shoes if it weren’t such an outrageous idea.”
Vincent bursts out laughing at that. “How absolutely adorable! Tiny cat shoes! You are so sweet, Esse. I must remember to bring them some ribbons, next time I visit. That might at least cheer them a little.”
“I’m certain Bean will be overjoyed by it, and that everyone in the household that walks on two legs will have to look out for the ball of fuzz chasing around on the floor,” Eskil laughs and sips his coffee.
“Are you referring to Bean or myself?” Vincent grins, finishing his bacon.
“What would you be doing on the floor?” Eskil asks with a grin of his own.
“Whatever you wanted me to.” Vincent says, placing his plate on the table with a warm chuckle, “If I was the one on the floor, I think you’d be the one in control, Esse.”
Eskil blushes a little at that, but he grins as he says; “Then I think it’s rather obvious I was referring to Bean, no?”
“Such a tease to a man only wearing a dressing gown…” Vincent grins, but his expression grows a little more serious, and his eyes suddenly widen as he asks: “When is your birthday? I just realised I have no idea!”
“It’s June 6th, so in the middle of summer,” Eskil shakes his head, “I wish only for cold weather or a tub filled with ice usually.”
Vincent makes a mental note of the date, and is about to remark something teasing about ice, before remembering his night with Roderigo, and thinking better of mentioning something potentially scandalous. Instead, he simply replies: “You poor summer child! I will be very kind to you and wake you up with tales of Russia.” Vincent smiles, but cringes internally as he realises he has just presumed that they will still be a couple, come summer. He hopes Esse isn’t too uncomfortable.
“You could cool me off with tales of the Russian Tundra, yes,” Esse chuckles, apparently not thinking too hard of the implications of even jokingly plan something together so far ahead. “Have you ever tried those iced puffball things that the urchins sell during the worst part of the year? They don’t make up for the heat - but they are tasty.”
“I haven’t, I’ve never been here in summer. Not when it was unbearably hot, anyway. But I do like food, so I am excited for that, at least…” Vincent laughs, tilting his head a little as he smiles at Esse. Now that Vincent is fed, and happy, he is feeling quite soppy, and Eskil is beautiful, poor bruised eye and all.
Eskil drains what’s left in his cup and puts it down before he reaches out for Vincent’s hand. “I know something else you might look forward to, and you won’t even have to wait for it,” he says with a hint of a blush and one of those shy sweet smiles of his.
“Oh?” Vincent grins, giving Esse’s hand a quick squeeze, “And what might that be, my love?”
“Well... if you join me in your bedroom I could show you?” Eskil nods.
“I would like that very much…” Vincent says with a smile, now very glad of the fact that he decided to have a quick bath earlier that morning.
And so Eskil stands, and takes Vincent’s hand again to lead him back to his bed, and once in the bedroom the Swede starts to undress.
Vincent leans back against his pillows, settling into the bed and crossing his legs as he watches Eskil, a smile upon his lips. His Swede is so beautiful, so alluring.
Once his clothes is off and neatly folded on a chair, Eskil pulls on his dressing gown again - though leaves it open, and clambers onto to bed to join Vincent. Coming up close and settling at his lover’s side Eskil presses a gentle little kiss to his cheek. “Hello fuzzy bear,” he murmurs warmly.
This is so lovely, Vincent thinks, the two of them together in bed, so comfy and warm. “Hello my Prince…” Vincent replies, “What do you have planned then, eh?”
“Well, for starters, this;” Esse says before capturing Vincent’s lips in a slow, soft but deep, kiss. “And, unless you have any objections to it, I want to take you in my mouth,” he murmurs against Vincent’s lips.
“No complaints here…” Vincent chuckles, murmuring against those soft, gentle lips.
Eskil’s hand slides down Vincent’s chest to find and untie the knot holding the dressing gown in place whilst he trails little kisses from Vincent’s mouth, down his chin and jaw and throat to stop at his collarbone. “You’re beautiful.”
Vincent feels his cheeks redden a little, and he can’t help but smile as he feels those soft, sweet kisses across his skin. “Not as beautiful as you, my sweet darling…”
“It’s not a competition,” Eskil chuckles before resuming his trail of kisses ever downwards.
“I know, I know…” Vincent says with a smile, moving his hand to run it through Esse’s hair, his body arching a little as those soft kisses are planted ever lower.
Reaching his destination Eskil presses an affectionate little kiss to the head of Vincent’s cock before looking up with warm grey eyes and a smile. “My handsome bear, my birthday bear,” he says, before swallowing Vincent down completely.
Vincent wants to make a remark about how sweet it all is--the kisses, the nicknames--when the mood turns into something a little less adorable as Esse manages to take him whole in one go. Vincent has to close his eyes, his free hand twisting into the bedsheets. “F-Fuck, Esse, have you been practicing?”
For understandable reasons Eskil has a hard time replying to that with words, but the little noises he makes are most likely a suppressed chuckle. He slowly begins to bob his head, sucking gently as he goes and one of his hands sneaks back up Vincent’s chest to find a nipple to play with.
Vincent groans as Esse’s fingers find his nipple--that gentle rubbing feels so wonderful, and Esse is working wonders on his cock. Both his hands are now twisted into the bedsheets, and he is writhing with pleasure, his toes curling as he moves. The Russian wants to say something meaningful, something appreciative, but his mind is too clouded by pleasure and he only manages a “Y-You’re amazing…” between groans and grunts of bliss.
Eskil keeps it up, both working his mouth over Vincent’s cock and rubbing at his nipple, whilst his other hand moves to gently cup and massage his lover’s balls - he is being extremely careful seeing how he doesn’t know if Vincent likes it and knows from his quite limited experience that some does enjoy it a lot and some doesn’t like it at all.
Oh, Vincent could spend then and there when Esse’s hand begins to gently massage his balls. It’s new territory for them as lovers, but Vincent makes sure that Esse knows how much he is enjoying it, crying out: “D-Don’t stop!” between long moans and growls.
Spurred on by that cry of pleasure Eskil doesn’t only continue, but also ups his pace - eager to bring his lover over the edge. He loves this, the moans and groans coming from Vincent’s lips, the way Vincent’s cock fills his mouth, the taste, the scent! It’s nothing he doesn’t like about this - the only downside being that his still not entirely healed face smarts a bit doing it.
Vincent lets out a deep growl--a warning that he is close. “H-Ha...Esse...g-gonna...soon…” is all he manages, between moans, his eyes squeezed shut as he just lets the pleasure wash over him--the sensitive sensations almost overwhelming him. Esse is such a selfless lover, and Vincent realises then that he is so, so desperately lucky to be adored by someone so caring.
A pleased rumble comes from deep within Eskil’s chest at Vincent’s words, and Eskil wouldn’t stop even if the house came tumbling down right now - he needs to see this, to feel this, to give this to Vincent and to please him - in this moment that’s all he wants.
It doesn’t take long for Vincent to release--it’s a long, drawn out orgasm, full of moans and growls and twisting and writhing as Vincent arches his back, his whole body shuddering with pleasure as he spends. And when it is finished, he all but collapses back onto the bed, closing his eyes as he struggles to get his breath back.
Eskil keeps it up until the last shudder goes through the Russian before releasing him from his hands and mouth. His heart is swelling with pride and he beams at Vincent - not that he can see it at the moment with his eyes closed and all - as he gently, soothingly runs his fingers over Vincent’s chest. “That was... otherwordly.”
Vincent struggles to open his heavy eyelids and can only nod at first, but eventually, in a quiet voice, he manages to reply: “W-What a spectacular birthday gift…”
Eskil grins and flops down next to his worn out fuzzy bear, cuddling up close. “Glad you liked it,” he giggles.
“You’re amazing...y-you...all of it...so wonderful...so beautiful…” Vincent mumbles, tilting his head as he presses his lips to his love’s.
Eskil presses back, ever so softly, and then grins as he murmurs; “You’re good for a man’s ego, you know that?”
“So are you!” Vincent wheezes, with a breathy laugh, “When you talk about how big I am, and treat me so nicely…”
Eskil reaches to run his fingers through Vincent’s beard. “Well how could I not when you are big and are being so utterly alluring?”
Vincent grins, his cheeks flushed. “You’re, um, you’re a lot better at...that, now. Not that you were ever bad at it, but...I mean...wow…”
“Less nerves,” Eskil says as way of explanation, “well, about that at least and around you.”
“What are you nervous about?” Vincent can’t help but ask, even though his tired eyes are beginning to close again.
“Many things,” Eskil says, not feeling that now is the moment to list them all, “though not that many for a good reason. It’s just what I’m like I suppose.”
“I’m sorry…” Vincent mumbles, snuggling up closer as he feels himself beginning to drift off, “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, you know that.”
“I know, Vincent, I know,” Eskil assures, fitting himself comfortably against the other man before murmuring, “sleep well my dear fuzzy bear.”
“Don’t let me sleep too long…” Vincent mumbles, draping an arm across Esse, “Need to...repay you…”
“There will be time for that, don’t worry,” Eskil says with a warm grin, “I’m not leaving you today,” he mumbles.
Those words make Vincent feel hopefully safe and within minutes he is fast asleep, gently snoring against the pillows, a small smile still on his lips.
Eskil lets himself drift off only for the briefest of moments before once again opening his eyes and watches Vincent sleep. He looks so peaceful and happy and Esse isn’t sure exactly what his feelings are for the other man but he does know that it’s not just a fleeting infatuation. This Russian-Italian man that’s twice his age is so very important to him and Eskil wants nothing more than to keep him happy.
With that in mind he slips out of bed, careful not to wake his lover, and heads out to his bag to pick up a smaller little bag and then sneaks into the bathroom. He stays there for as long as he thinks he can get away with before returning to bed and Vincent’s side.
Vincent sleeps for about twenty minutes and when he awakes, he lets out a loud, ungraceful yawn, and then an embarrassed, sleepy chuckle. “Mm…” he says, turning his head to look at Esse.
“Hi,” Esse says, and once again presses a little kiss to Vincent’s face. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm, yes, thank you, sweet thing…” Vincent says, yawning again as he blinks his eyes open, “Very cosy, in here, with you.”
“I think you’re the cosy one, what with all the fuzz,” Eskil giggles, then asks; “Do you think... well, have you rested enough for another round?”
Vincent grins, running a hand through his chest hair, but his eyes widen at the question, and he nods eagerly as he replies: “Y-Yes please! That would be delightful…” He sits up a little, rapidly blinking his eyes to get them to focus properly.
Eskil grins, looking a little sheepish as he says; “I might have prepared a little surprise for you...”
“Oh?” Vincent says, excited and genuinely curious, “I’m intrigued...what kind of surprise?”
The Swede uncovers himself from the blankets to reveal that he’s changed out the usual string for his dressing gown with a pretty sash, tied with a bow and everything. Sitting up a little he says; “Hopefully one you’ll like...”
Vincent’s face breaks out into a wide grin, and he can’t help but laugh, clasping his hands together as he does. It’s such a sweet, and slightly ridiculous gesture, but Esse is so cute to think about all the little details like this. “Look at you! You adorable, handsome thing. Are you my surprise?”
“Why don’t you unwrap your gift and find out,” Eskil says, blushing and grinning, “there might be more to it than you think... well, no new body parts sort of more but...” he trails off with a giggle.
Vincent is a little confused--wondering if something might pop out and attack him the moment he unties that sash--but he can’t help but laugh, excited, as he reaches over to unwrap his present with one gentle, deliberate, slow pull of that sash.
What is revealed is nothing earth shattering - just the same sweet body that Vincent have become familiar with, and although it’s a pretty sight, especially with such clear levels of arousal, it’s hardly surprising. “You eh... might have to explore a bit to... find out what’s, well, what I’ve prepared,” it’s hardly a subtle hint, but Esse’s a little too excited to have Vincent guessing for too long.
Vincent is still confused, but the sight of Esse’s beautiful body keeps him excited as he begins to explore the young Swede, chuckling as gentle fingers reach round to Esse’s behind.
“Getting warmer,” Esse supplies with an encouraging nod.
Vincent is now even more confused, but he lets his fingers trail a little lower, looking to Esse as if to say “Is this right, or am I just poking around here for no reason?”
Vincent is so close to being able to feel the traces of oil, so Eskil counts it as a win and places his own hands a top Vincent’s to give them a little nudge in the right direction.
At finally feeling that oil, Vincent’s eyes grow very wide. “Have you been…?” is all he manages to ask, a little taken aback but no less excited.
“I prepared myself for you,” Eskil says with a crimson blush and a shy smile.
Vincent swallows, feeling a familiar warmth rise in his stomach and his groin. “Y-You...o-oh wow…” he trails off, a little lost for words. “You...you...Esse. That’s...that’s...fuck.”
“... do you like it?” Eskil asks, a little nervous, wondering if Vincent might think he’s taken some of the fun out of it by skipping their joint warm up.
“Do I like it?” Vincent laughs, pulling the bedsheets back to reveal that one part of him certainly likes it. Loves it, in fact.
There’s another wave of blushing, and Esse has to run a hand through his hair and scratch a little at the back of his neck in one of his old nervous ticks, but he smiles. “Looks like it.”
“T-That’s really quite attractive, imagining you...doing that…” Vincent trails off, not wanting to make Esse too uncomfortable.
That’s quite enough talking about what he’s done, he’s more interested in what they will do, and Eskil leans forward to press a kiss to Vincent’s lips. “If you’d like, I would like to be on top of you,” he says once their lips part.
“You mean...riding me?” Vincent asks, growing excited at the prospect.
Eskil nods, grey eyes sparkling. “Yes, that, I’d like that - but it’s your birthday gift so... you want that too?”
“Yes! Please!” Vincent grins, practically begging in his excitement. Esse often rides him in Vincent’s fantasies, and the Russian is very excited to finally get the chance to see it in real life.
With another kiss Eskil moves to straddle his lover, taking a moment to just lean against him, chest to chest. “I’ve thought about this,” he admits.
Vincent thinks their fantasies may not be so different after all… “I think about this a lot, too,” Vincent also admits, “A-And you’re always amazing, every time…”
Eskil lets out a little laugh at that. “I hope reality won’t prove to be disappointing then,” he says as he straightens up, one hand firmly placed on Vincent’s chest and the other behind himself guiding Vincent’s cock to his opening and slowly pushing himself down onto it.
Vincent moves his hands to gently rest them on Esse’s waist--not pushing him, not moving him--letting the young Swede settle down at his own pace. Vincent has ridden men before and knows that it can be a lot to take in, at first, in more ways than one. “G-Gonna feel so good...you’re so good…” he mumbles, trying his hardest to be reassuring when all he really wants to do is lay back and swear to the Heavens about how wonderful Esse feels on him.
It is a slow process, Esse whimpering and chewing at his own lips as he would rather just have it done but knows he could end up hurting himself if he acted so reckless - and what sort of birthday gift would that be? Tiny beads of sweat breaks out on his forehead and it feels like it’s taking forever, but really - it’s not that long before he’s seated himself and takes a few deep breaths to relax.
Esse feels amazing like this--his weight pressed down against Vincent, the oil so warm and slick against Vincent’s cock…damn. “W-Well done...h-how...does it feel?” Vincent asks, his thumbs rubbing gentle, reassuring circles over Esse’s hips.
“Much,” Eskil says with a breathless laugh, “always feels like much with you. It’s good, just, so full...”
“Y-You don’t need to move yet...o-or at all, i-if it hurts...this is...amazing…” Vincent pants, taking in the sight of Esse on top of him like this. His fantasies are nothing, compared to this.
“It’s fine,” Eskil assures, planting his other hand on Vincent’s chest as well, to steady himself as he gives an experimentational little roll of his hips - tilting his head back and gasping as he does.
Vincent groans, unable to stop smiling as he watches Esse move. He loves laying like this, able to see all of Esse--his expressions, his body...every little twitch and moan displayed so wonderfully for Vincent. He feels, as always, so lucky.
One little roll of his hips soon become several and it doesn’t take long for Eskil to fall into a gentle rhythm - warming himself up for more whilst panting and moaning. “Vincent, ah, so... you’re so...” whatever it is Vincent is it must be something good.
“Big?” Vincent suggests, unable to help a little ego-stroking with Esse riding him like this, being so complimentary, so eager to praise.
“Uhu,” Esse replies, picking up his pace a little as rolls becomes a rise and fall. “Big. Fuzzy. Handsome.”
“F-Fu…” Vincent pants, moving one of his hands to rest against Esse’s stomach as they move, “Y-You’re...so handsome. Beautiful. H-Ha…”
He puts his own hand atop of Vincent’s and presses it to his stomach, moaning as he works himself on Vincent’s cock. Esse can’t keep his eyes open and his head tilts back - so much pleasure and Vincent is so deep inside of him.
Vincent is being selfish--eyes closed, hands not moving to touch Esse--he’s not even moving his hips, simply letting Esse grind up and down as he pleases. He’s lost in pleasure again, his hedonistic side taking over as he focuses only on growling and groaning, letting Esse know what an amazing lover he is.
Esse’s panting and gasping as he works up a faster pace, lifting up and going down hard on the downstroke. Watching Vincent growling and groaning beneath him Eskil can’t help but smile a little - this might be the best idea for a birthday gift Eskil’s ever had.
Vincent forces his eyes back open to watch Esse--this is a very visual position, and Vincent absolutely adores how he can see it all, how he can watch Esse moving down on his cock like this. “Mm...f-fu...h-ha...so good…” he groans, so eloquently.
Eskil catches Vincent’s eyes and grins. “Yeah?” he asks. His skin covered in the lightest sheen of sweat, his erection bouncing against his stomach as he moves his hips with the single minded goal of pleasure.
That grin ruins Vincent--such a simple gesture has him groaning, writhing on the bed before he lets out a strained chuckle, nodding as he replies: “H-Ha, oh y-yes, m-more....so good, y-you’re so good!”
The Swede nods and leans forward slightly, hands placed on Vincent’s chest as he braces himself against the other man to really fuck himself on Vincent’s cock - hard!
Oh God! Vincent can only groan louder at that--the slick feeling of oil against his skin, the way Esse is pressing down so hard, so desperate, so needy--and those sounds! Those wet sounds of quickened pace, and the pants and groans spilling from both men’s lips. Vincent doesn’t know how much more he can take, but he doesn’t want the pleasure to ever end.
Eskil pants and whimpers, knowing he won’t be able to come like this, not caring since this isn’t for him but for Vincent. He keeps it up, working himself harder than he’s ever done before.
“S-So good! Close!” Vincent cries, feeling his muscles tense. This is so much, so wonderful, so fantastically sordid in the most beautiful way!
Esse’s too breathless to say anything, but he mouths the word “come” wanting to see his lover come undone beneath him.
At that command, Vincent lets go and releases, spending inside his love with a loud, broken cry of pleasure. His fingernails dig into the skin of Eskil’s stomach, and his toes quickly curl as his whole body shakes and shudders with the force of the release. This is the second time today that Esse has done this to him--ruined him completely, and Vincent adores it.
Eskil keeps his eyes open as he rides Vincent through his climax, but once it’s over he stops his movements, slumping forward where he sits, breathing hard as he tries to catch his breath and regain his senses.
It takes a full minute of panting and swallowing before Vincent can bring himself to talk, and when he does, it’s a quiet, broken reply: “You...that...amazing...loved it…”
A flicker of a smile on Esse’s lips, he’s still too exhausted for anything else, as he says; “Happy Birthday, Vincent.”
Vincent can only grin in return, but as he regains some of his senses, he realises they have a situation to deal with. “Let me finish you off?” he asks, “Or clean you up?”
Eskil just nods - not specifying what of the options he’s referring to - as he pulls himself off of Vincent with a bit of a whimper and flops down beside him.
“Beautiful Prince, thank you…” Vincent murmurs, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Esse’s lips. Though he pulls back after a moment, a gentle frown upon his face. “I wanted to use my tongue, but…” he trails off, remembering how Esse didn’t take to it, last time.
“You may,” Eskil replies to that with a small smile, still too worn out to really care what’s going on.
“Really?” Vincent says, excited, “I’ll be gentle, I promise. Is that really alright?” He sits up a little, beaming.
“Yes,” Eskil replies with a nod, rolling over onto his stomach and resting his head against the pillows.
Vincent shifts himself between Esse’s legs, shuffling down on the bed until he is in a good position to begin working. Vincent has made quite a mess of Esse’s rear--his come is dripping down Esse legs--and Vincent starts there, slowly licking his tongue up the inside of the young Swede’s thighs.
It’s still an odd sensation to have his skin licked like that, but so far so good and Eskil relaxes himself as much as he can where he lies as to show Vincent that he’s free to proceed.
Vincent is still exhausted from his orgasm, but excited to be able to do this to Esse, and so he licks slowly and deliberately, moving to Eskil’s rear after his legs have been licked clean. “Mm...handsome darling…”
“Sweet fuzzy bear,” Eskil mumbles, the smile heard more than seen since his face is mashed against the pillows. He might not find this very arousing, not right now anyway, but it’s intimate and caring and he sighs in contentment.
Vincent knows that this is hardly Eskil’s favourite thing to do, so he begins to work a little more quickly--but still just as gently--carefully licking up what he can from Esse’s behind, oh-so-gently pushing his tongue inside.
“Hnngh,” Esse whimpers, realising a little too late that going quite as hard as he did might not have been the brightest of ideas since he’s rather sore and his flesh a bit too tender for this. It’s not horribly agonizing pain by no means - but clear discomfort for sure.
Vincent quickly pulls his head up, concerned. “Was that too much, sweet thing? I know you, uh, pushed yourself. I don’t want to hurt you, you’ve already done so well, been so brave…”
“I, eh, might have been a little too enthusiastic, yes...” Esse admits with a blush.
“I’ll stop, I’ll stop!” Vincent says, quickly sitting up, “Why don’t we have a bath, instead? I can finish you off in there, too…”
“I was actually going to suggest a bath anyway,” Eskil says with a little laugh, “I even brought some nice oils...”
“You did?” Vincent replies, beaming, as he crawls up to his pillows to flop down beside Esse, “You are such a thoughtful, kind young thing…”
“It’s your birthday, I want to spoil you a bit,” he says, tilting his head so that he can look at Vincent and give him a warm smile.
“Well, I do feel very spoiled indeed, with such a handsome young man in my bed, giving me everything I could ever want…” Vincent says, trailing off with a happy little sigh.
Eskil’s hand reaches out to gently pat Vincent’s chest. “Good, means I’m doing this right.”
“Sweet darling…” Vincent murmurs, before smiling a confident smile as he replies: “Right. Shall I run a bath, so we can get clean and get you howling out my name, mm?”
“Yes,” Eskil nods, though he’s not sure if he’ll be able to actually make good on the second part seeing how he’s already growing soft again - but they’ll make it work somehow. “I’ll come with you,” he says and makes a valiant effort to crawl out of bed on still shaky legs.
Vincent sees Eskil shaking and quickly moves to offer an arm for him. “You rest in the bathroom, you’ve been so good already. Are the oils in your bag? I’ll fetch them.”
“They’re in a smaller bag that’s already in the bathroom,” Eskil says, gratefully leaning a bit on the Russian, “I, eh, brought it in when I... well, when you were sleeping.”
“You sweet thing, so thoughtful…” Vincent murmurs, smiling, “I’ll run us a nice hot bath, mm? Then we can go back to bed so you can rest. How does that sound?” Vincent asks, leading Esse into the bathroom. Vincent knows that Eskil wants to be the one to spoil, to look after--but the poor young thing must be so exhausted, so sore, Vincent thinks.
“It doesn’t deviate too much from my plans,” Eskil says with a little laugh, “and it sounds lovely, Vincent,” he says and presses a kiss to Vincent’s shoulder.
“Oh? What were your plans?” Vincent asks, leaning over the bath to turn the taps on, hot water gushing into the tub.
“Well, I have one... two more gifts for you,” Esse says as he’s rummaging through his little bag of oils and picks out a few bottles, “and I had thought it might be nice to enjoy them together in bed if you felt up to it - though it’s not a thing that does require a bed I must warn you before you get your hopes up too much...”
“Oh?” Vincent says, intrigued, as he begins to help Esse open the oil bottles, “Can I know what they are? I’m very excited, regardless…” he chuckles.
“Hmm... I’ll let you guess and if you get it right I’ll confirm it,” Eskil says with a smile - not wanting to spoil the surprise entirely.
Vincent smiles, dropping a little oil into the bath, taking a deep breath to inhale the beautiful scents. “You say it doesn’t require a bed...so...nothing scandalous, I presume?” he laughs, turning off the taps, before gently lowering himself into the bath, scooting back to give Eskil some room to join him.
“Nothing scandalous, no,” Eskil says as he very carefully steps into the bath and gently lowers himself down, “not by comparison to what we’ve already done at least.”
Vincent tries to remember what they have previously talked about as he wraps his arms around Esse, snuggling up against him in the water. “Hm...are you going to read to me? Or recite something?”
“I might, though that’s not really one of the gifts itself,” Eskil says, leaning back - wiggling a little as he tries to find a comfortable position to be in.
“Hm...then I am stumped. I do not know what else you could be thinking of...does it involve food?” Vincent asks, with a chuckle.
“Not food, well there is a cake but that doesn’t count as a gift because it’s not really a birthday without it,” Eskil reasons, “one of the gifts is something one imbibes though.”
“A cake?! You are so sweet!” Vincent beams, so happy. “And oh? Is it...alcohol?” Vincent asks, narrowing his eyes as he thinks, making sure he has understood Esse correctly--the word is one he does not often use.
“You are correct, Vincent,” Eskil says, clapping his hands as the Russian manages to guess one of his gifts.
Vincent grins, and snuffs happily. “Am I allowed to know what kind? You are so kind, buying me so many gifts!”
“It’s wine, a red surface wine,” Eskil admits, “and I like buying gifts, especially for people who doesn’t protest when I bring them.”
“A surface wine?” Vincent says, his eyes widening, “I won’t protest, but...that must have been so expensive, Esse! With the cake and the breakfast and everything, too...along with this mysterious other gift.”
I can afford it, would sound very crass, Eskil thinks - so instead he says; “It’s more than worth it my sweet fuzzy bear. You deserve to get nice gifts.”
“Mm, so kind...I adore you…” Vincent mumbles, trailing his fingers down Esse’s stomach to his groin, wondering if Esse might require release or if the moment has passed, for him. “And what’s the other gift?”
The Swede doesn’t move away from the touch, and sighs contently as Vincent’s fingers brush his stomach, but as far as excitement goes it’s over for Eskil. “Told you I’m not going to tell you unless you guess it.”
Vincent can’t help but be a little disappointed in himself for not having repaid Esse for his favours, but he says nothing, simply resting a hand on the young Swede’s stomach. He can always please him later, after all. “Hm...is it something I can eat or drink?” Vincent asks, chuckling.
“No... well you probably could eat it but I wouldn’t recommend it,” Eskil chuckles, placing his own hand atop Vincent’s and interlacing their fingers.
“Is it something I can...wear?” Vincent asks, confused as ever, but happy to just be close to his love, hands interlocked, playing a silly, sweet-natured game.
“Nuh uh,” Esse says, shaking his head before leaning it back against Vincent’s shoulder.
“This is tricky!” Vincent laughs, resting his chin upon Esse’s curls, “You must give me a clue, at least a small one!”
“Well... you did ask if I was going to read for you...” Esse says, and it should make guessing easy he thinks.
“Oh! A book?” Vincent says, excited as he assumes he has finally guessed correctly.
“Yes,” Eskil says with a beaming smile, “a book - though I’m not going to tell you what book it is, it’d ruin the fact that it’s gift wrapped.”
“I’m so excited!” Vincent says, grinning, “And you wrapped it? You are the cutest little thing to ever grace London…”
“I didn’t say I wrapped it,” Esse giggles, “it’d have looked a right mess if I did - that’s not one of my skills.”
“It’s not one of mine either, I’m afraid. I can’t do anything without being hopelessly messy…” Vincent replies, chuckling a little lustfully.
“Not a single thing? Hmm, we’ll have to work on that,” Eskil giggles and grins, “how else am I supposed to take you out dancing with me?”
Vincent loves it when Esse giggles, and he finds himself with a big soppy grin on his face as he replies: “Mm, I suppose I’ll just have to practice, so I can sweep you off your feet and we can be the talk of the evening.”
“You, eh, might need quite a lot of practice for that,” Eskil says with a grin as he reaches for the little bag to get out the soap and a washcloth. With both items in hand he works up a soapy lather and reaches down to properly clean himself after their bedroom antics, biting back little sounds of discomfort.
“True, you’re a magnificent dancer, and I am...not so much…” Vincent chuckles, but murmurs a little sadly as Eskil begins to clean himself: “How are you feeling, dolce?” Esse might be good at hiding his pained sounds, but Vincent has had enough lovers in his time to know when they have pushed themselves.
“... just a little sore,” Eskil admits with a bit of a blush. “My own mistake, you don’t need to worry.”
“Poor thing…” Vincent murmurs, planting kisses through Esse’s curls, “I’m sorry. You were so good to me. So brave. So giving, il mio bel principe.”
With a shy smile Eskil looks back at Vincent; “I was enjoying myself, perhaps a little too much but... well...” he trails off with a giggle.
“No such thing…” Vincent chuckles, grinning, “But thank you, again. It was amazing, really.”
“You’re welcome, and happy birthday, Vincent,” Esse beams. “And I only meant that I probably should have been... a bit more cautious, is all.”
“I know, I was only teasing. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. But thank you, for my gifts. You are the sweetest. And…Sei cosi seducente.” Vincent murmurs, with a smile.
Deeming himself clean enough Eskil drops the washcloth on his stomach and relaxes back against Vincent again. “I still have no idea what it is you’re saying when you speak Italian to me... but it sounds so sweet so I’m not complaining.”
“Well, that one was maybe a little less sweet...but…ti adoro, dolce...” Vincent says, still smiling.
“That one I think I can guess though,” Esse murmurs, “and I adore you too, Vincent.”
“Clever handsome thing!” Vincent beams, nuzzling up against Eskil’s curls, “So clever.”
“It helps having practiced several languages before,” the Swede offers as explanation to his alleged cleverness.
“Still so clever, mm, so intelligent and lovely…” Vincent murmurs, closing his eyes, “My clever little Swede.”
“You’re so sweet to me,” Esse murmurs right back with a smile and a blush. Picking up the washcloth and soap again he sets to work and starts cleaning whatever he can reach of Vincent’s long legs with firm but gentle hands.
“Oh, thank you…” Vincent murmurs, a little surprised and very happy, moving his legs when he can, to help Esse. “Gotta get my leg fuzz cleaned.”
“Got to get all of your fuzz clean, my sweet fuzzy bear,” Eskil replies with a chuckle, “I want you to be nice and comfortable you know.”
“I’m very comfortable…” Vincent says, with a content little sigh, “I have never had so much attention paid to me before, but I, uh, could get used to it…” he grins.
“Good,” Eskil nods as he bends and reaches down to take care of Vincent’s feet, “I want you to get a little used to it, it’d mean...” you know and trust that I care for you, “I’m doing the right thing.”
Vincent makes happy little noises as attention is paid to his feet--and also lets out a soft giggle. “Tickles!” he explains, wriggling his toes.
Eskil laughs and firms his grip in hopes it shan’t be too ticklish for Vincent. “Sorry, sweet bear, almost done - I promise.”
“I don’t mind…” Vincent giggles, beaming, “You’re so kind, to wash my old man toes…” he laughs.
“Mmm,” Esse agrees, giving Vincent’s feet a last look over and deems them clean, “your old man toes are getting wrinkly from the water,” he informs.
“So cruel…” Vincent laughs, giving his toes another wiggle, “But perhaps we should get out and snuggle back down in bed, mm?”
“I think that might be a good idea before we both end up looking like raisins...” Eskil says with a little laugh and a nod, “you know how much I hate raisins.”
“That is true, you do.” Vincent laughs, planting a final kiss to Esse’s curls, “I bought some new towels so you can get properly dry this time…” Vincent says, a little embarrassed by the fact that he hadn’t even owned a towel before knowing Esse.
“So we can get properly dry, you mean,” Esse corrects him with a grin as he carefully makes his way out of the bath, cautious so he doesn’t end up slipping on the floor.
“Yes, yes…” Vincent laughs, moving to drain the water before stepping out himself, reaching for the two soft, fluffy towels he purchased for the both of them. If he had just been buying for himself, Vincent would have picked out something cheaper, but...Esse deserves the best, after all.
Eskil takes the offered towel, but instead of drying off himself he starts toweling down Vincent - ever so gently, taking care with what he knows is sensitive areas like Vincent’s back and legs. “They’re very soft,” he mumbles appreciatively - referring to the towels of course.
“Oh you don’t have to--” Vincent begins to protest, but stops when he remembers Esse’s words about spoiling him. And he could cry at how gentle his young love is--being so careful with his scarred back. Vincent smiles a warm, if not slightly sad, smile, nodding as he replies: “They’re lovely, aren’t they? I’m glad you like them.”
Eskil looks up with a soft smile, “they really are,” before straightening himself again and wrapping the towel around Vincent’s shoulders. “All done.”
