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Morning
It was truly strange how he woke before Taelin these days. Although Freddie couldn’t exactly boast being a heavy sleeper on account of always being on the run, Taelin was an ex-soldier, an assassin. All their years of friendship, he had known the man to sleep with one eye open.
Which had somehow changed after they’d gotten together.
This morning, too - Taelin was on his back beside Freddie, dark hair mussed, eyes closed, beautiful lips lightly parted, dead to the world. His collarbones and broad shoulders were on display, along with the lovebites scattered on his fair skin. Some of them were blooming fresh from their loving from last night, some of them more faded from previous hours of passion.
The glint of the silver necklace around Taelin’s throat reminded Freddie of the date that had preceded their romp in bed, and his stomach swooped. Dinner, dancing, then making out by Taelin’s Harley until neither of them could take it anymore. The whole time on the ride home Freddie had had his nose pressed into Taelin’s back, eyes closed. Breathing in his scent of leather and that cedar-or-whatever cologne that made him even more mouth-watering. Thanking every star that this glorious man was his.
Just look at him now.
Taelin’s blanket was wrapped around his bare torso, under his armpits, his feet tucked under it, too. One calloused hand was up by his head, the other loose on his torso. He was all bundled up, lax, cozy and safe, and unapologetically, unknowingly breathtaking.
Ain’t nothin’ ‘bout this man was fair, Freddie thought, appalled and stricken. He reached out, fingertips tracing across that fine cheekbone, over the silken skin there. Unblemished. This was something he thought about sometimes, stomach knotting. All that brutal torture, even his ears, and still the bastards couldn’t bring themselves to scar Taelin’s face - why? Well - he would never get answers now. So just, thank all gods they hadn’t.
Taelin didn’t shift for the caress - but a heavier sigh drifted from his mouth, and Freddie’s attention was drawn there. To the perfect Cupid’s bow, the pink hue, the hint of his tongue beyond. Quite suddenly, all other thoughts went out the window.
The restless energy within him spread further, he grew sharply aware of the thrumming need just under his skin, of the tightness coiling in his lower body. And he thought - what a golden opportunity to give Taelin likely the hottest wake-up he could ever fantasise about.
Freddie grinned, dark eyes lighting up as he disentangled himself from his own blanket, shivering a little when the cool morning air hit bare skin. He shifted, every motion slow and careful. He was all stealth and tense, anticipatory energy as he arranged his own long limbs across the mattress. A flush of intense, hungering heat spilled down his back, coiling in his loins.
His cock, shaved, and cut as was the Walker custom, twitched up against his stomach, stiff and flushed with morning excitement fueled by the visual of his man so lovely in repose. He sat up above Taelin, thighs wide apart, on his heels. He swallowed down a moan at the mere sight of his aching length so near his lover’s lips. Every muscle clenched for a moment as he curled his fingers around his length, giving himself a slow stroke from root to tip - slick gathered at the slit, smeared onto his fingertips as he smoothed a languid circle around the crown.
He was sure Taelin could smell the clear musk of his arousal, and he halfway expected his beloved to come awake as though ensorcelled, but beyond a deeper inhale and exhale, there was no reaction from the man. He had to have been exhausted to be sleeping so soundly - no wonder, Freddie had worked him to the bone the night before. Somehow, after their date, he had been feeling incredibly insatiable. No pleasure shared had felt quite enough, he had wanted more, more, just one more.
And it seemed like he had woken with that desperate need yet unquenched.
His hips pressed forward, he guided himself down and forward and the second he felt Taelin’s breath brush the sensitive skin, his head dipped back for a moment and he bit down on his lower lip. A shudder passed down his back, making his body flex hard - he held his cock still and he felt the aching pulse in his fingertips. God, he was so turned on.
“Hah…” Just one gasp that he couldn’t hold back, then he shifted, looking back down at what he was doing. Glistening precome beaded at the slit, dripped down against the curve of the head. He pressed forward just a bit, and brushed the slick skin across Taelin’s softly parted lips. The brief contact sent a jolt of sharp pleasure down his spine and he pressed his lips shut so tight they whitened as he fought the urge to make noise - to talk.
Then Taelin’s mouth opened further upon unconscious instinct around the smooth, blunt tip, and Freddie lost all hope of censoring himself.
“Ah… God bless ya, baby, them hungry lips ain’t know rest even in ya sleep, do they…?” He groaned, reaching out with his free hand to slowly run his trembling fingers through Taelin’s short black tresses. That sweet mouth closed around the crown, Taelin’s lashes fluttered, his tongue flicked against searing skin. Freddie let out a low laugh of incredulous delight, his dark eyes almost watering. “Fuck me, ya gon’ turn me right ‘round… yeah… yeah, angel, I see ya… that’s it, good fuckin’ morning, ya beautiful thang…”
“Mmh…” Taelin cracked his eyes open at last, still bleary for two more seconds - and then his gaze sharpened and his lashes lifted further. Blue eyes like starlight, aglow with sudden intense awareness; oh he was quick to gain clarity of the situation, assassin’s instincts kicking in. His hand from beside his head flew to grab Freddie’s thigh, the other curled around the shaft poised at his mouth, replacing Freddie’s own. He drew off with a little swirling lick of his tongue and a sigh, a low hum in the back of his throat. “...morning as well, you goddamn menace…” He tilted his jaw, tongue obscenely dragging across Freddie’s length, his gaze burning up at him. “What a, mmh, way to wake me… I love you too, Fred…”
Freddie sank his fingers back into Taelin’s black hair, dull nails scraping his scalp lovingly. “Thought ya might ‘preciate it… ah, hey--”
There was no stopping Taelin now - his tongue swept up across the underside of Freddie’s length, from base to the slit where he dipped in and purred, lifting onto his elbow for better reach. All those steel muscles coiling, rippling as the blanket slid lower down, baring his torso. “Mmhm, I do, baby… best way to wake, my man ready for some loving…”
With only that as explanation, he dove back down and Freddie moaned, pushing both hands into his lover’s hair, letting him have the reins. He watched in rapture how his cock disappeared into Taelin’s tireless mouth, how his cheeks hollowed in as he sucked, how those blue eyes seared as they flicked up to catch his gaze. “...god, ya so pretty, Tae… hair a damn bird’s nest and ya still the most beautiful thing the sun ever shone upon…”
He shivered as Taelin sighed loud and joyful around him, eyelids dropping closed. Then, he started his savoring, slow up and down rhythm, taking him apart with that dancing tongue-work as he went. Freddie himself was skilled at blowjobs, thankyouverymuch, and still - still, this was an experience every single time. “Hah… uh… fuck, baby, already drippin’, ya messy boy… yeah, look at me…”
Taelin did, long lashes fluttering up, absolute bliss and some primal delight written into his gaze. Adoration in its rawest, most animal form. Freddie felt that look go straight down to his crotch and his hips twitched forward–
With a slurp, Taelin pulled off, didn’t bother to wipe his spit-smeared mouth and jaw. “Wanna thrust, Fred?” He purred, hand languidly stroking, smearing saliva all over the sensitive skin - leaving no rest. “Tell me.”
What a demand. Freddie wasn’t going to last - hell, he didn’t even want to try. It was so good to just… indulge with Taelin. To just let go and not perform.
“...dang right I wanna, baby,” he croaked. Fingers raking through his own messy brown curls. Dark eyes watering, and Taelin had barely started on him. “Ya lookin’ up at me like some pagan god’s consort come to earth, givin’ out benediction on that tongue - fuck, I wanna go worship down your throat, Tae, lemme… swear down, I ain’t gon’ last two minutes, not with ya silk mouth workin’ so sweet…”
Taelin’s growl was unabashed and fierce, the sunfire in his eyes only blazing hotter. His tongue flicked across his upper lip in blatant seduction. Then his voice, that angelic smooth thing, sleep warm and a little hoarse, reverberated right into the sensitive skin of Freddie’s crown as he mouthed there. “Come and fuck my face then, you beautiful bastard. Make it rough, you know I can take it.”
Freddie choked, though he was a damn seasoned lover. Still - when Taelin sucked his cock in to the root on the next second, he groaned, entirely helpless, and he could do nothing but cling to those short black tresses, and thrust, “Bless ya- ah, ahfuck, Taelin, bless ya sweet lips, ya sugar honey tongue, ah… oh all the fuckin’ stars, bless ya tight throat, baby, goddam how ya suck so good, aah…”
It was hard to talk, but this is what he did - just get more and more verbose when he was feeling good. He couldn’t stop the running commentary, even as his hips smacked up against Taelin’s face, rough just as he was asked, and god, when his beloved made those tortured little gagging sounds, wet and obscene - on purpose, that unapologetic oral addict had zero gag reflex - he was losing his mind. Faster - his rhythm gone with the wind, nothing but desire, a desperate animal pounding he couldn’t reign in if he wanted at this point.
“Yes - yes, fuck, take it - ah, gonna come right down ya throat, feed ya so good, love–” Heavens, the way Taelin was still looking at him through it all. Through the loving abuse, the pulling of his hair, the spit going everywhere, the tears of effort rolling lazily down his flushed cheeks. He was an image of debauchery, and Freddie couldn’t believe this man was his - his to love, to cherish, to delight in.
As he had said, he wouldn’t last - he was already there, hips stuttering, moaning deep in his chest, long, helpless, plaintive noises that begged for mercy that would never come.
“Ahh, aaahhh, cross ma heart, ya gonna take my soul with it, angel - mmh, fuck, yes - bring me to heaven, baby - Nnh–”
One last choked sound, and he was spilling, body bucking hard into the source of incredible bliss. He clutched at Taelin’s head without thought, pulling him flush against his crotch, cock forced all the way down his soaking mouth. He could feel the squeeze of Taelin’s throat around the length as he swallowed the thick flow, growling like a beast being fed the whole time.
“Haah… Taelin… ha… ya good, love…?” Slowly stumbling down from the high, Freddie carefully disentangled himself and let Taelin pull off. His spent cock slipped out, dripping with saliva and a few droplets of come - and he thought Taelin was going back to lick it off, but no.
Very suddenly, the world blurred as his man caught him by the hips and hauled him down onto the mattress. “Oof!”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Taelin rasped out, running his hand through his hair, smoothing the dark tresses back as he gazed down at Freddie sprawled back on the bed. “Just - you know. Feeling particularly energized after being my man’s personal cumdump.”
The grin on his face. The way he could twist the slur into something ridiculous and fun, like no degradation could ever touch him, not when it came to this. Freddie couldn’t help but snort up a laugh, shaking his head. “The hell ya sayin’ angel…”
“Mm, I’m saying you used my throat like a tailor-made sleeve for your cock. I’m saying this mouth is your favourite interactive fleshlight, I’m saying- mph-”
Freddie smacked his hands onto Taelin’s mouth, laughing louder, incredulous, his grin so wide it almost hurt. “Shut up, ya dang bastard, how ya so nasty… fuck, I love your mouth, swear down I do, why ya gotta make it a whole… thang.”
Taelin chuckled, shifting up closer, hands pushing Freddie’s thighs open. He settled between them, bare skin to bare skin, his aching erection pressed up to Freddie’s crotch. The hands fell from Taelin’s mouth to his scarred shoulders and Freddie gasped, hips lifting at once though he was thoroughly spent.
“...made you laugh, didn’t it?” Taelin whispered, leaning down to brush his nose against Freddie’s goatee. He was hiding a smile of his own, but it was in every syllable as he spoke. “Worth it, being nasty - for that song.”
How his vagrant heart stumbled - like Taelin’s words were roots suddenly grown up out of nowhere to snag at his toes. What was it he had thought - ain’t nothin’ fair. Ain’t godsdamn nothin’.
“...by the Path, Taelin, I love ya so much,” Freddie choked out. His arms went around that strong neck, pulling Taelin in until their lips met and he kissed him with everything he was - dirt and boots and bad luck and no soul and all the love the universe could stuff into a single body. All for this beautiful, impossible man.
Every step, every breath, every note played, for Taelin.
Panting, he pulled back only far enough so he could murmur against those god-touched lips, “Taelin, please…”
“Yeah?” Hushed sweet - a tender peck, to coax him further and Freddie knew down to the soles of his feet that he’d never be able to say no to Taelin Jalevarr. “Want me to make love to you, beautiful?”
Somehow, there already were tears in his eyes, and his throat felt too tight for any sound to make it past. Still, Freddie breathed, “...yes. God, yes.”
And morning didn’t come for another two hours.