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Vander woke slowly, the early morning chill kissing his bare shoulders where the blanket had slipped during the night. Silco was pressed against his front, face tucked into his chest, breathing slow and even. His eyes were closed, dark lashes fanned acrossed his pale cheeks. In quiet moments like these Vander could never quite contend with how beautiful Silco was. One of Silco’s thighs was tucked between Vander’s own, their legs tangled together beneath the sheets. He shifted in his sleep and his thigh moved upwards, pressing against Vander’s cock which was half-hard with morning wood, and began to stir as Silco rubbed against him.
Vander closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath as he tried to control his body, still loose from sleep. He shifted, pulling Silco more tightly against him, which forced his hips to drag along Silco’s thigh. A low groan slipped between his lips. He tried and failed to muffle the sound between Silco’s hair and the pillow.
He could feel immediately the moment that Silco became awake, the subtle shift in breathing. There were a few seconds before one seafoam green eye blinked open, and Silco yawned, jaw clicking as he rolled away from Vander to stretch his arm above his head. The cold was quick to rush in and fill the empty space between them, stealing their heat, and Vander couldn’t suppress a shiver in response.
As he settled back against Vander’s chest, Silco smiled, small and slow when he registered Vander’s predicament. He craned his head up, and Vander dipped his head to meet his husband’s lips for a slow kiss. Silco pressed his thigh against Vander’s cock, which has swelled to full hardness between his legs.
“Good morning,” Silco murmured against his mouth, smile growing at the wounded sound Vander made as Silco rolled his hips against Vander’s thigh, his own cock hard in his underwear.
This early in the morning their movements were lazy, unhurried. There was nowhere for them to be, and no one that needed their attention. Only each other, comfortable in the cocoon of their bed. They rocked their hips together, sharing lazy kisses, breathing into each other’s mouths as pleasure sparked along their nerves.
After a few minutes of lazy grinding, Vander rolled onto his back, dragging Silco up on top of him. Silco let out a near breathless laugh at this show of strength, hands finding Vander’s chest to ground himself as he was manhandled into this new position. Vander’s hands framed Silco’s hips, keeping him steady as they continued to rut against each other, now with greater intention. In this new position Vander’s cock found itself nestled against Silco’s ass. As they continued to grind together it soon became a lurid pantomime of other activities.
Silco braced himself on Vander’s chest. His eyes were lidded, bottom lip pull between familiar chipped teeth. His long fingers worked at the soft muscle of Vander’s chest, pawing at him like a cat. His nimble fingers teased as Vander’s nipples, pinching and rubbing at them until they were peaked and sensitive. He looked beautiful with his hair softly tousseled from sleep, cheeks a delicate pink, flush with arousal. The overized shirt he wore to bed—one of Vander’s, too stained and full of holes now for regular wear—slipped from one bony shoulder, showing off the curve of his clavical.
Vander reached up, drawing Silco down so he could press his lips against the tempting curve of that bare shoulder, could kiss his way up the noble column of his throat, could capture those teeth worried lips with his own, licking into Silco’s mouth to swallow the quiet sigh that escaped him.
“Vander,” Silco breathed against his cheek when they drew apart.
“Janna, you’re beautiful,” Vander said, and Silco’s cheeks turned pink, eyes falling shut against Vander’s quiet praise. “You are, Sil. Fuck, I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Vander moved his hands to grip Silco’s ass, rolling his hips up more insistently, eager for friction. It would be so easy to roll them over, to get Silco out of his underwear, to press past that ring of muscle and into that tight heat. But doing that would mean stopping what they were doing now, and Vander wasn’t prepare to cease the steady drag of perfect pressure and friction.
He slid his hands up beneath Silco’s shirt, rough palms skating over the planes of Silco’s back and shoulders, drawing the shirt up and over his head to reveal his bare body to Vander’s greedy eyes. Silco was still as thin as ever, but he’d put on some weight in recent years and the sight of healthy fat clinging to his bones, softening the sharp angles of him, made the heat curling in Vander’s stomach flare that much hotter.
“Wanna see you come, Sil,” Vander whispered. “Wanna watch the way you fall apart.”
Vander was close; he was sloppy and leaking in his shorts. He couldn’t see Silco over the slope of his belly, but he could feel the damp tackiness of his underwear where it dragged against Vander’s stomach.
Silco shuddered. The slow roll of his hips became a desperate kind of rutting, and Vander’s hand slipped down to grip Silco’s hips again, holding him steady. “That’s it, luvvy,” Vander encouraged quietly, rocking his own hips up against Silco’s frantic grinding.
Silco pushed himself up, resumed his pawing at Vander’s chest, the blunt cut of his nails biting into the skin, drawing a rough grunt. He made a choked sound in his throat, a not-quite gasp, not quite-whine. He leaned his weight onto Vander’s chest, his fingers still kneading at the soft muscle.
“Vander,” he said, voice ragged as he breathed hard, his narrow chest rising and falling quickly as he worked himself faster. “Ah! Vander!” Silco cried, body stilling as his hips jerked and twitched, fingers curling against Vander’s chest, nails biting almost painfully into the skin.
“That’s it, luvvy,” Vander encouraged. He kept his grip on Silco’s hips, still working his own cock against the valley of Silco’s ass, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm. “Fucking gorgeous, Sil,” he said.
Then his fingers tightened around Silco’s hips, holding him still as Vander ‘s cock twitched, spurting warm wetness against his underwear.
Silco fell forward, pillowing himself on Vander’s chest as he caught his breath. Vander tugged the sheet up over his bare back, dragging the flat of his palm across Silco’s shoulders, cupping the back of his neck and coaxing him into a languid kiss.
“Do you have anywhere to be today?” Vander murmured, lips brushing against Silco’s forehead as he spoke.
“Mm…nowhere important,” Silco replied. “Not for a little while, at least.”
“We could spend the day in bed,” Vander proposed.
“I’d like to get cleaned up after all that.”
Vander smiled, soft and warm. “Sure, luvvy. We can do that. Then we can settle right back in.”
Silco rolled his eyes. They both knew that the moment they decided to get out of bed the spell would be broken and there would be no returning to the comfort of it. Not until the business of the day had been concluded.
Neither made any move to get up, Vander dragging his fingers up and down along the dip of Silco’s spine, watching the way Silco’s eye lids turned heavy, and he relaxed against Vander’s chest. It was a false sleep, though, and not long after, Silco was slipping from his perch on Vander’s hips, throwing the blankets back to let the shock of morning chill spur them into motion.
Vander hissed as his feet hit the cold floor, but he was only a few steps behind Silco on his way to the bathroom where he set the shower to heat until the room was filled with a haze of steam. They peeled themselves out of their ruined undergarments and climbed into the tub together under the scalding spray. Silco was indulgent as he allowed Vander’s hands to explore his naked body leisurely, coaxing him to hardness once more, and wringing a second orgasm from him with practiced ease.
By the time they climbed from the tub, the water was little more than a tepid spray. Silco was less indulgent as Vander attempted to towel him off, batting at his hands with fond exasperation.
“I can dry myself, thank you.”
Vander pouted, wrapping his arms around Silco’s waist and peppering his throat with kisses. “Wish you could stay at home today,” he murmured against Silco’s shower-warm skin.
“I know,” Silco replied, reaching up to pat at Vander’s cheek affectionately. “But the needs of Zaun cannot be put on hold, I fear.” He turned in Vander’s embrace. “I don’t have much on the docket today, so I shouldn’t be too late.” He kissed Vander once, twice, allowing himself to be lurred into deeper kisses as Vander drew him closer. “But if I don’t leave now,” he protested, pulling away, “then I really will be late.”
With reluctance, Vander let him go. He stood in the door of their bedroom, towel slung around his hips as he watched Silco dress. Soon Silco, Vander’s husband, became replaced with Silco, Councillor and Emissary of Zaun. Unable to help himself, Vander let out a long, low whistle of appreciation.
“Looking good, Councillor,” he said with a grin.
Silco rolled his eyes, giving Vander a firm smack on the ass as he passed him at the door. Vander reached out a hand to grab for him, but Silco was already out of range, taking the stairs down to the bar below.