1. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Ah. Somehow he managed to forget, in this long, lust-soaked day, that Laric was actually above him in the ranks, and means, just as well. The golden boy of the Deliriens wasn't just blond. Not that it mattered for what was taking place. "Doesn't have to me modest, hm?" the dark eyes narrowed...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter took the glass, pulled closer the bottle and refilled it, passing it back with a chuckle. Perhaps he'd missed out on the point of the gesture - or was deliberately declining that sort of commiseration. His hand drifted over Laric's when the glass would have been taken, brushed gently...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Oh, love, no. I've been told I'm eerily quiet when I sleep," Walter offered, settling the board across the basin between them, and lowering himself onto the seat in the water across from Laric. Stretched out the legs slightly, sunk down to his clavicles, stem of the glass in the gloved fingers...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Eyes opened, shoulders rolled, and Walter exhaled through his nose, determination and a willful return to light mirth over the tension. He stepped closer to Laric, refilled their glasses and set his onto the tray after a sip. Half a step closer still, his warm fingers brushed against the lover's...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    His fingers closed around the glass, and lips parted to let out an audible shuffle of an uneven exhale. Heavy eyelids lowered, lines creasing between brows, then fading on an inhale. Walter could feel Laric drift closer, and all of a sudden felt underdressed, too bare, too vulnerable. Nodded to...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Perhaps, as relaxation overtook, Laric simply did not notice how quiet Walter went. He didn't turn pale, just very still, eyes no longer tracking the lover's movement. If there was anger, it was strangled, suppressed excruciatingly but with a practiced hand. His lips pressed tighter, and his...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Perhaps. They've left the enchanted jars and the heat stone by the basin." He sighed. Looked at the bemused lover, and smiled back fainter. "What if I told you that it can feel that way? It's not that a hydra would emerge from the depths of the rock and snap at me. Nor would the ghost of my...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He was in no hurry, and hardly bothered by anything. "Should have tied me better." Walter teased, slowly pressing close. He still felt a bit too oversensitized, like sparks pricking under the skin from too much contact - but wanted the warmth at the same time. So he pulled Laric by the waist...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He did not cry out as much as whimpered when the pleasure was too much, accumulated to a dizzying degree. Hips moved to meet Laric's, stifled moans interrupting, falling quiet as he lost his breath, thrusting into the tight grip of the lover's hand, tightening around him. His upper body sunk...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Tumult Tearing Through the Limbo

    What was it about the stories of ghosts and vile curses often starting in a manor in the countryside, with a history of tragedy and a peculiarly dreary wild grasses strewn for as far as the eye could see between the barren trees and rubble-patches of low cliffs staking the landscape? Affluence...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Neither of them were those boys that flaunted swordplay anymore, or tussled in a mess of tangled bodies without direction. Perhaps, if fate had it different, all those years ago, if a circumstance had them understand each other's preference, if... Perhaps, if Laric had his want then, there would...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Lips parted, pulling in an inhale, eyes studying Laric as he moved with that fluid, almost feline grace. A noise of agreement as words were running out once again. His hand moved on Laric's cock when the oil spilled, spread it before letting go and leaving a smudge of oily sheen up his abdomen...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Yes," he breathed back, relief coloring the whisper as searching eyes did not find derision. A bit of frustration, he could easily understand. Laric wouldn't know what it meant, though if he was tracking signs, he'd probably caught chasing the dark off, probably caught the smile slipping - not...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter's lips parted, but nothing but puffs of exhales for a beat as he gathered his thoughts. A vague notion of worry touched him through the fog - maybe if he was to voice it, voice anything, everything would end. His lower lip emerged from under the teeth, dark spots marking where his teeth...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He saw Laric staring at him in that hungry way that betrayed the lack of temperance. He was enjoying himself, painting pictures in his head that Walter could not touch nor feel, and getting drunk on the excitement of it. Head fogged with lust, just off the edge of coming close, Walter still...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He was drifting in the comfortable, drowsy, lust-painted fog. Thoughts slid past lazily, with only one true focus that the senses turned to. When his hand was taken away from tangling with the lacing at the lover's groin, he emitted a token noise of apprehension, and chuckled. Humor grew faint...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He laughed, and let go. Of the hair, stroking down Laric's back until his warm fingers steadied against the waist. Of the hand, withered phalanxes splaying, fanning as he offered his wrist for the binding. Oh, the binding. He swallowed and tried not to think about a tightening shackle of metal...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "M, well these days I am also sometimes play-fighting," Walter mused back pleasantly, offering a wink so quick it would be easiest to miss it. Laric didn't know how much was said. Perhaps, one day he would. His leg hooked onto Laric's, pulled slightly, as if wanting to threaten to topple the...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    'Even if I have to make you.' Walter's mouth curved with humor, a jet brow quirking. Make me, then. It's not like he was not encouraging the notion. A low rumble of a hum resonated in his chest. "M-m, should I go to sleep? And all after pressing me so hard into that door," he chuckled, "giving...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    There was something about the smooth progression of fingers down, thicker layer of clothing parting to where he could feel fingers brushing against him through fabric more clearly. Off with it, Walter smiled and shifted weight, pulling it by the sleeves and tossing it aside, to land on one of...
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