Disclaimer: My characters, yay.
Warnings: Loooots of smut. Hurrah.
Sempiternal: Adjective. (sem-pi-tur-nl) Everlasting; eternal.
Ties, shoes, and overcoats littered the carpeted floor. First a grunt bounced off the walls; a laugh rung through strangely sensitive ears only for its echo to be left among scarce furnishing as the lips which uttered the pleasant sound were taken by a pair of hungrier ones.
The kiss broke after many seconds, and shining violet met glazed beryl with light surprise.
"Eduard," Arnen whispered, a smile touching his lips as softly as the fingers which brushed against his husband's flushed cheek. "Am I too heavy? You don't have to carry me to our room." Eduard grinned and turned his face slightly so that Arnen's fingertips rested upon his lips.
"You're kidding, right?" he laughed, licking his lover's digits lightly. "If anything, I ought to fatten you up. I shouldn't be able to carry you this easily." Arnen's blush became embarrassed, and he fidgeted.
"But your arms are shaking…" he murmured uncertainly. Eduard gazed down, his smile wistful, his eyes narrowed with longing.
"It's kind of weird, huh? Usually you're the nervous, shaky one. But right now, knowing what we're going to… I'm so…" He paused, unable to find the words he needed to even come close to what he was feeling; how could he explain to Arnen his racing heart or the heady rush in his brain at even Arnen's slightest touch or the fire-hot blood speeding through his veins, making him feel lightheaded and desperate to feel more of Arnen's skin against his?
A small snicker brought Eduard as close to his senses as was possible, and he forced his gaze upon his husband's blushing, smiling face. "Eduard, you're so cute," Arnen said, inclining his head and licking the redhead's lips lightly, straining his neck up into a sweet kiss while his fingers worked at the first few buttons of Eduard's shirt.
They pulled away after a moment, and Arnen gave him a shy, flushed look before leaning down. He stuck out his tongue and hesitantly ran it along the skin he'd just revealed. A shudder went through Eduard's body, and for a moment Arnen thought his husband had lost all feeling in his arms, because there was the sickening sense of gravity and a short plunge before the relief of fluffy blankets and soft mattress broke the fall. He looked up with a small bit of surprise to see Eduard's bemused countenance.
"You stole my line, kid," he said. Arnen, who took on a quite offended expression, opened his mouth to argue that being alive for twenty-one years did not qualify him as a child, but the words died in his throat when Eduard leaned over him, one of his knees resting along his thigh, and the other dragging up between his legs, a kiss sudden upon his gaping mouth. Eyelids drooped and finally closed while Eduard pushed his tongue deeper into the brunet's mouth, the wet friction making Arnen try to breathe through his nose as he fought back, wanting more, but to no avail; like a blanket the redhead covered him, wrapping his arms around his husband, and while not breaking the kiss, he pressed his knee more firmly between the twenty-one-year-old's legs. Arnen swelled quickly at the touch, and both of their moans muffled into each other's mouths.
There was no room for words as clumsy fingers fumbled over buttons, excitement stimulating their actions—pleasure guiding them—until naught but naked flesh could be seen between the two. Their mouths hardly separated, and once unclothed, their bodies followed suit. For a while, it was just the feeling of it, as sensual as it was, but it grew into something amazingly terrifying; breathtakingly fulfilling. Eduard had never dared push Arnen past kissing, but their marriage, the dark of their room, the dim light of the moon outside the window, the way Arnen had looked at him, they all left him open to temptation, and he wasn't strong enough to fight against it.
"Arnen," the redhead murmured, untangling a hand from his husband's damp hair to trace fingers tenderly down his cheek. The brunet looked up through glazed, heavily lidded eyes, his breath coming in soft pants. "I just… I need you to know that… well, no matter where life takes you, whatever the hardships, little or big, I'll always be right besides you. I'll protect you, one quest at a time, um…" He muttered off into nothing, feeling stupid for saying something so corny and sentimental, but it didn't matter as his lover reached and placed two kiss-swollen lips upon his own.
"How did I ever get so lucky…?" the twenty-one-year-old wondered aloud, his voice whispered. Eduard smirked and kissed him again.
"Who knows?" he replied, his tone facetious. Arnen laughed.
"So conceited," he snickered, his lips light on his husband's neck.
"What can I say?" the redhead said, his smirk mischievous, his hand which trailed down Arnen's side to rest at his hip unbearably seductive. "I am quite handsome, after all."
"Ah…" Arnen gaped, his member throbbing at how close his husband's hand was. "E-Eduard, please," he whimpered, his hips giving a light, involuntary thrust. Eduard groaned, amazed at the sensation, and pulled Arnen's waist closer, grinding their hips together, the friction overwhelming. "Hnn… a-ah…"
Eduard groaned and reached urgently for something above Arnen's head, and the twenty-one-year-old's thighs fell back to the bed, the hand that had been supporting him suddenly preoccupied with opening a bottle of scented lotion. Arnen's eyes widened, realization at where their situation was headed dawning on him with powerful force; at last, they would share the ultimate closeness.
He felt a rush of dizzy giddiness wash over him and took the bottle from Eduard's hands, leaving the redhead looking slightly confused and impatient. "Arnen, I don't know how much longer I can—" He stopped; Arnen kissed him and whispered lightly against his lips:
"I just thought I'd help you out." With that, the brunet squirted a hefty amount of lotion into his hand and, his gaze never wavering from his husband's shocked eyes, reached down to place a few fingers upon the erection before grasping his husband's entire length, stroking loosely to spread the lubricant.
It didn't take long for Eduard's expression to melt into lustful relief, but he only enjoyed the service for a few moments before pushing Arnen back onto the bed and hoisting the brunet's thighs up so he could rub the remaining lotion onto his puckered entrance. Arnen moaned and trembled, his back arching at the touch. So close…
Only a moment more and Eduard's member was positioned where his fingers had just been, stretching the virgin hole to the point where Arnen wanted to scream—wanted to be taken—could simply not wait anymore; but Eduard's torso draped over his own, their cheeks touching, the redhead's lips whispering a single word into Arnen's ear;
"Slowly, okay?"
Immediately following, very, very gently, Eduard pushed forward with his hips, and for a multitude of reasons, Arnen took in a sharp breath. He was barely inside, perhaps less than an inch, but to the twenty-one-year-old's surprise, it was painful enough to bring tears to his eyes.
The way Eduard had breathed that word, though, made his quivering hands reach up to wrap around his lover. That word—slowly—had calmed him; there was no need to rush things. Everything was under control.
Eduard pushed himself deeper and stopped when he heard Arnen's breath hitch and felt water spilling from the corner of the brunet's eye to stream between their cheeks. He hadn't known it would hurt this much; Arnen's entrance was incredibly tight, and honestly, it wasn't completely painless for the redhead, either. But underneath it all, being inside his precious person felt good, so he pushed farther and stopped again, waiting for Arnen to adjust, relishing in the twenty-one-year-old's moans and faintly vocalizing his own pleasure as well.
Only a few more tries and his whole member was buried to the hilt. He moved his face away from Arnen's, their skin sticky from sweat and tears, and kissed the brunet softly, the three words he uttered swallowed up by his lover's warm mouth.
He pulled out a few inches and thrust back, Arnen's moan muffled upon his lips. This repeated a few more times, every movement carefully calculated, until they fell into a light rhythm, which with time grew momentum, each thrust coming at a more rapid pace as Eduard's aching member begged for more, and Arnen, who bucked back every time the redhead drove deeper into him, obliged. Sometimes Eduard would hit a spot which made his lover's nails dig into his skin, made his thighs tighten around the redhead's waist, his moans louder and more desperate.
His breathing was ragged and laboured—Arnen's was shallow, touching often on his vocal cords; and their skin was sticking to each other, and Arnen's nails in his back was strangely stimulating and the wet heat surrounding his burning length was amazing, and the friction was overpowering and his stomach was clenching up, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold—
"Hhh…ah—!"
Release was swift, and he rode it out, moaning into Arnen's neck. It was a wonderful high, and the only thing that made it worthwhile to gain back his senses was to gaze into Arnen's face as he made his orgasm, his eyebrows creased dramatically and his lips parting to cry out Eduard's name, his seed spilling hot between them. He watched his husband, eyes shut tightly and breath heavy, and smiled, so unbelievably happy in knowing it was him to give Arnen such pleasure.
Eduard closed his eyes, his smile tender. I hope we can stay like this forever.
I love you.
Arnen's eyes opened slowly to gaze into the dark green of Eduard's. There was no need to speak—all he needed was the sweet kiss upon his lips; nothing more.
Owari.
I've been waiting for so long
To touch you and sleep in your eyes.
And now as my heart's beating so hard,
I hold on and keep you at home in my arms.
- Ludo, Part IV: Morning in May