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The moon was high in the sky, bathing the Silvergrove in low silver light. Two Moscato glasses were empty, abandoned on the living room table that was cluttered with all sorts of Rayla's belongings, no matter how hard Runaan tried to convince her to clean up. The elfling had long since been sent to bed, but Runaan still kept a watchful ear open for any sounds of a little one attempting to sneak back downstairs for more cake.
Ethari wrapped an arm around his shoulders, his breath warm with the sweet undertones of alcohol, puffing on his neck as he peered over his shoulder. Runaan pretended not to notice, skim-reading the page of his book, a gift from Ethari. His husband bore his gift too, a little leather bag full of polished gemstones lay on the table, each twinkling with promise for his husband's creations.
Ethari, still eager for his attention, nipped along his ear and back down the side of his neck, one firm hand tilting Runaan's jaw to give him better access. Runaan felt a little whimper escape him as his lips brushed over a particularly sensitive spot near the centre of his throat. He finally abandoned his book, tilting his head up at the taller elf. "Something bothering you, husband?"
"Yes, actually." Ethari readjusted his hand, cupping his cheek. "It is late, and it is surely a crime that you and I are still clothed."
Runaan's breath hitched. He glanced upward as if he could see through the floorboards in Rayla's bedroom. "Rayla-"
"Asleep." He pressed a chaste kiss to his lips as if to silence the thought. "The night is ours." Runaan hesitated for a moment, shuddering as Ethari ran his hands up and down his back, cheekily tugging at the bottom of his shirt.
"Alright then," He cupped Ethari's cheeks, a knowing twinkle in his eye. "Take me to bed, Husband."
"Spoiled." The other commented, squeezing his ass playfully. "What if I wanted to take you here?" A frown tugged at Runaan's expression, his forehead creasing as he eyed the couch cushions.
"It would hurt your back." He muttered thoughtfully, Ethari momentarily forgetting his lust at the heartfelt worry. "The bed would not make you stretch too much."
"My heart." He kissed Runaan's nose, fondness making his heart flutter. "I love you."
"I love you too," Runaan affirmed, sliding into his lap. "Though I believe I gave you an order."
Ethari laughed, scooping his husband up in his arms and squeezing him fondly. He remembered then the first time he had carried Runaan like this, on the night of their wedding, where Ethari had insisted on following 'all the traditions' by carrying him through the doorway and up the stairs. Runaan was sure he would drop him, so much so that he nearly choked Ethari he gripped him so hard. They quieted while walking past Rayla's bedroom, shuffling past the darkened room, careful not to disturb her sleep.
Ethari deposited his husband on the bed, carefully closing the door behind him. He didn't want any interruptions. Runaan propped himself up on his elbows, a loose strand of hair dangling in front of his eyes. Ethari paused to admire him, tracing the gorgeous angles of his face with a finger.
Runaan undid his scarf, shoving it on a bedside table. "You are wearing far too much." Ethari kissed him, tasting the alcohol on his tongue.
"As are you, my light." His calloused fingers found the bottom of Runaan's shirt, pausing as he flicked his eyes up to meet the deep blue ones he had fallen in love with. "May I?"
Runaan nodded impatiently, a hand running through Ethari's hair. Ethari tugged off his shirt, along with his own (Runaan always struggled with the buttons on his), roaming his hands over the plane of muscle and squeezing at his pecs. Runaan groaned, gently pulling at the hair in his hands. Ethari paid special attention to the scars, kissing the one on his stomach tenderly. Runaan had always been insecure about his scars, so Ethari had always taken great care to make sure he knew how much he was loved, with or without them. Runaan tapped his head to get his attention, pausing his tender ministrations.
"My pants, take them off." He demanded, a hot flush spreading over his cheeks.
Ethari snorted but did as he was told, working on the belt buckle. "Bossy. Am I not allowed to enjoy my husband?"
He huffed. "Not when you're taking this long. I want you inside me sometime tonight."
Ethari smiled, pulling off both Runaan's pants and underwear in one motion, leaving him flushed and bare. He parted from him momentarily, noting the displeased whine, to dig through the nightstand, finding the bottle of lube buried under several socks. He took a moment to shuck off his own clothes, before rejoining his husband in bed, once again claiming his lips.
"Welcome back." Runaan panted, parting his knees so Ethari could settle between them. "Please hurry up."
Ethari tapped the inside of his thigh jokingly. "Be patient. You'll get what you want, my love, I promise." He coated his fingers in lube, setting the bottle back on the nightstand so he could use his other hand to support his husband's leg. He teasingly ran a finger around his rim before taking mercy and slipping it inside.
Runaan groaned, his head falling back on the pillows. "Please!" He choked on a moan, spreading his legs wider. Ethari obeyed him, adding a second and pistoning them back and forth, gently adjusting the angle until his husband let out a sharp moan on a particular thrust. Ethari smirked, abusing the spot inside his husband, watching the way his hips bucked upward, enjoying every cry and plea.
Then, Runaan grabbed his wrist, gasping. "Wait!"
Ethari paused immediately, concern taking over. "Have I hurt you, my heart? Do you need to stop?"
"No," He panted, releasing his wrist. "I just wanna come with you, that's all. I need you inside me, please." Ethari relaxed, gently removing his fingers and pressing a kiss to his temple. He reached again for the lube, this time coating his neglected cock, hissing at the contact.
"I'm not gonna last long." He warned, positioning himself. Runaan nodded, wrapping his leg around his waist.
"Me neither." Runaan groaned as Ethari entered him, whimpering when he bottomed out. They'd needed this, it seemed ever since having a little elfing in the house, they had hardly gotten a moment to themselves. When he began to move, there was nothing stopping the breathy moans that left him, tightening his leg around Ethari's waist. He reached the spot inside Runaan that made him see stars, a sharp cry leaving his lips.
Ethari picked up the pace, sweat beading on his brow. He pressed his lips to Runaan's neck, feeling the vibrations of those sweet noises leaving him. "I'm close." He grunted, leaving a bruising grip on his hip as he hurtled toward his finish. He gripped Runaan's erection between them, panting as he heard him cry out at the touch. "Come with me, my heart."
Runaan spurted over Ethari's fingers, a harsh thrust combined with the stimulation pushed him over the edge, almost making his eyes roll back. Ethari wasn't far behind, groaning as he buried himself to the hilt, coming deep inside him. They lay there, sweaty and exhausted, clinging to each other in the aftermath of their climaxes.
Ethari bent his head to kiss him, cradling the back of his head. "I love you, Runaan."
Runaan smiled weakly back up at him. "I love you too, my heart."