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“Garroth,” Laurence panted, biting down harder on his shirt as he wrapped his fist around his aching dick. He leaned back against his bed, eyes shut against the orange light of the sun setting in the window behind him. The wet sound of his saliva soaked hand quickly rubbing against his cock was soft in the quiet room, just barely loud enough to be heard. Just loud enough that the room felt silent.
That was, until there came a knock at the door. Laurence shot upright, grabbing a pillow and holding it over his crotch as he called out shakily, “Yes? Am I needed?"
A gravelly, tired voice called from the other side as the door handle shifted. A blond head peaked in through the doorway to Laurence’s horror. It was Garroth, the one person that Laurence never wanted to see in this context. Laurence wrapped his blanket around his shoulders and coughed into his hand, feigning sickness in an attempt to scare Garroth off.
“Laurence?” Garroth called, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you on the floor? You have a perfectly good bed.” Laurence shuddered at the tinge of worry in his head guard’s soft, deep voice and Garroth frowned.
“If you were sick, you should have let someone know. Let me check your temperature.” Garroth stepped into the room, only putting one foot down before Laurence squeaked, shooting his hand up to stop him.
“I’m alright, you don’t have to worry about me Sir!” A blush coated Laurence’s cheeks as he tried to think of a good excuse to give Garroth. He knew the man is a worrier so he needed to be convincing in his ramblings- or stall for long enough for the blood to leave his dick.
Garroth blinked once, looking Laurence all over suspiciously. “You’re hiding something, aren’t you? Laurence you need not feel bad for being sick, I promise we can cover your shifts with no issue.” His voice was soothing, perfectly rough in the way Laurence absolutely loved. The caring, worried tone sent a flare of fire down Laurence’s stomach, pooling in his crotch. His dick twitched pitifully and Laurence coughed into his hand to try to hide it.
“Don’t come closer, if I’m sick then you’ll catch it. I’ll be okay, Garroth.” Garroth narrowed his eyes at the sweat coating Laurence’s face and took another step forward regardless.
“Laurence, I do not think I will get sick just from checking up on you. Allow me to take your temperature.” He paused with a sigh, “For my own sanity, at the very least.”
Nervously, Laurence nodded and rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to calm his breathing. As Garroth grew closer, Laurence considered letting himself be found out- if only to escape the stress of hiding from Garroth. They both knew Laurence was horrible at lying to Garroth and the blond would find out soon enough.
“Why do you care anyway? Need me to cover a shift?” Laurence tried to joke, his unsteady voice only serving to tip Garroth off further. Garroth continued walking and kneeled down in front of Laurence, squinting into his eyes.
Garroth’s response came quietly, “I came because I heard you call my name. You sounded distressed, I was-” He paused and looked away for a moment before continuing with a worried frown, “I was worried you were injured. And now I’m worried you have a fever that you don’t want me to know about.”
Laurence shrank back and held his blanket tighter around his shoulders, his dick twitching at the embarrassment of Garroth hearing him moaning his name.
“So tell me the truth, Laurence. Are you sick, or is something else wrong?” Garroth reached out, pressing the back of his ungloved hand to Laurence’s warm forehead. Laurence jerked back, nearly groaning at the cold of Garroth’s hand against his unnaturally heated skin. Garroth’s brows furrowed and he dropped his hands to Laurence’s shoulders. “You’re too hot, I’ll fill your role in the rotation but you need to lay down.”
Laurence nodded shakily, dazed from the cool contact of Garroth’s skin and the blood pooling in his untouched dick. Garroth let go of the blanket right as Laurence did the same and Laurence felt his dead heart drop to his stomach as the blanket fell off his shoulders, revealing his weeping dick to the cold air.
There was silence for a moment and Laurence shut his eyes tight, mind already spinning with all of the possible reactions Garroth could have. Surely Garroth would make fun of him, he thought. When the silence grew to be unbearable, Laurence peaked his eyes open to look at the man above him.
Garroth’s face was bright red, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide. He quickly turned away and covered his mouth with his hand, “I am so sorry.”
Laurence quickly wrapped the blanket around his shoulders again, coughing into his hand as his body shivered with anxiety. “Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” Laurence forced out, “I just um. I didn’t mean to call you, I’m sorry. You can leave if you want, I just-” His throat grew tight as he spoke, more so when he heard Garroth’s chain mail clinking against itself as he moved.
Laurence shrunk into himself at the sound, shamefully burrowing his head and shoulders into his blanket. Then his eye caught the movement of Garroth’s shoes as the man turned back towards him, taking a hesitant step forward before pausing a few inches in front of him. Laurence looked up quickly, staring into Garroth’s bright, curious eyes.
Garroth stared for a moment, eyes unblinking and body unmoving except his mouth that opened and closed a couple times with aborted attempts to speak. He furrowed his brows again, biting his lip in the way Laurence always found adorable. The shadow knight’s face grew warm again as Garroth finally spoke up, “Did you need anything from me?”
The room was once again enveloped in silence as Laurence shyly nodded, running a hand through his hair and looking Garroth in the eyes. “I… I think I do.” Laurence breathed out shakily, “I think- I need your help Garroth. You’re all I can think of, I can’t do this on my own anymore.”
“What do you need from me?” Garroth asked, breathless as he kneeled before Laurence. The shadow knight whined low in the back of his throat and stared at the floor. Neither of them spoke for a moment, then-
“Forget it, I-” “I can-”
Both men looked up, catching the confusion on each other’s faces. Garroth cleared his throat and spoke again, with forced casualness in his voice. “Are you entirely sure, Laurence? I can pretend I never saw this. A man’s business is his own.” He inclined his head slightly, speaking formally “I am very sorry for interrupting you. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, I would do it.”
“Anything?” Laurence’s voice cracked, his face turning redder than a tomato. Garroth nodded seriously and Laurence laughed nervously, sure that Garroth was only saying yes to poke fun at him. When Garroth frowned, Laurence’s mind began to buffer. “Oh my Irene, are you serious?”
Garroth nodded slowly, his hands fidgeting at his sides. Laurence gasped, reaching for the front of Garroth’s chest-plate and shakily pulling him closer. “Irene, please tell me you’re not lying, I need you to tell me the truth.” Garroth breathed out shakily and nodded his head once more, his eyes locked onto Laurence’s.
In a moment of pure adrenaline, Laurence pulled Garroth’s chest plate until they were face to face, their foreheads meeting softly as Laurence panted. “May I kiss you then?”
With one last nod, their lips met at last. All at once, every single dream Laurence had had about Garroth bubbled to the top of his mind, leaving him laughing giddily into the kiss.
The kiss was clumsy, both men too excited to hold themselves together. Laurence held the back of Garroth’s head close, fingers burrowing into his golden curls. Garroth hummed into the kiss happily as he licked into Laurence’s mouth. Laurence responded with a soft moan, enthusiastically reciprocating the motion.
Soon Garroth pulled away and smirked, cherishing the picture of Laurence- the flirty, well put together man he was, reduced to rubble beneath Garroth’s lips. Just a bright red face and shiny pink lips, the prettiest thing Garroth had ever seen. Laurence whined, pressing his forehead against Garroth’s and panting into the space between them. “Oh fuck,” He groaned, his dick twitching beneath the blanket.
Garroth looked down at the movement, his whole body growing warm at the sight. There was a little wet spot on the tip, precum beading through the thin blanket to show off how excited Laurence truly was from the kiss. Garroth caught Laurence’s eye again and softly asked once more, “How can I help you, Laurence?”
The question stole the breath from Laurence’s lungs. He couldn’t believe he had the opportunity to be intimate with Garroth. After years of yearning and dreaming of this exact moment, he finally got the chance. And yet he felt as though he was taking something away from Garroth, like the man would be upset that he wasn’t doing this with a loved one- with Aphmau perhaps.
Laurence worried his lip between his teeth, afraid he was taking advantage of the situation, of Garroth’s worry and his need to please. He began to apologise, but barely got the words out before Garroth stopped him, a smile on his face.
“Do not worry, Laurence.” He tilted Laurence’s head, holding his face softly, “I do not mind doing this with you.”
And Laurence’s world began to turn once more, perhaps faster than it ever had before. It was spinning yet sitting still at the same time, or perhaps it was the room around them. Garroth watched Laurence carefully and shook his head fondly, “Laurence,” he tapped the man’s face, “It is okay. I promise.”
Laurence nodded slowly, still shocked as Garroth chuckled. The sound bubbled out of his chest and fell loudly into the now dark room around them. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me!” Laurence whisper-shouted indignantly.
Garroth rolled his eyes, grabbing the back of Laurence’s head and pulling him close, locking their lips again. Laurence melted into the kiss, much to his delight. Garroth pulled away, staying close enough that his lips nearly touched Laurence’s as he spoke, “Now, answer me. How can I help you?”
Laurence sputtered and hid his face in Garroth’s collarbone, rubbing his face against the cold metal of his chest plate. Garroth cupped the back of Laurence’s neck, leaning in to speak into his ear, “Come on, tell me Laurence. You were the one who asked for help.”
His voice was as smooth as ever, the tone making Laurence shake lightly. Laurence’s dick twitched in interest beneath his blanket. Garroth raised his eyebrow with a smirk, running his fingers through the back of Laurence’s hair. “Oh, are you too needy to speak? Come on Laurence, use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you need.”
Warmth spread up Laurence’s cheeks, his face burning red as he finally blurted out, “Irene please Garroth, I need you to touch me!” He burrowed his face further into Garroth’s chest plate, shutting his eyes tight against the ridicule he knew he would receive from Garroth. Surely this was all a big joke, just Garroth playing with his emotions, right?
The racing of his mind blanked the moment he felt the blanket shift off his lap, cold hands wrapping around his warm dick. It was nearly painful, the sheer bliss of being touched after so long. Laurence could only let out a huff of a breath, slouching against Garroth.
Garroth leaned back just enough to see Laurence’s face, cooing at the shadow knight’s pleasured face. “Can you open your eyes for me?” His voice was so soft, so caring that Laurence had no choice but to obey him immediately. “So good for me.”
Warmth filled his body and settled in his stomach at Garroth’s words. Laurence whined and looked away, mumbling a response. Clicking his tongue, Garroth turned Laurence’s head back, his voice thrumming deep in his chest. “Oh Laurence,” He spoke with a mocking sincerity, “Look at me when you answer me, it’s only polite.”
Laurence felt the blood pumping through his veins, his body filled with adrenaline as he answered loud enough to be heard. “Please, Irene-” He shut his eyes hard but opened them again at the sound of Garroth making a tsk-ing sound. “Can you- Can you suck my dick? I just- I want you so bad Garroth, you don’t understand.”
The confession spilled from his lips like water, “You’re all I can think of, all I want. I can not bring myself to go another day without knowing your touch.” Laurence looked back up to Garroth’s face and flushed at the prideful look in his head guard’s eyes.
Garroth stroked Laurence’s dick for another moment before letting go softly, leaning back to sit on his heels. Strong fingers caught the straps on his armour and undid them carefully, slowly removing his chest plate and sleeves.
Laurence watched with an intensity he would never allow himself otherwise, his eyes catching every movement of Garroth’s heavy hands pulling at the straps keeping his armour together. He was honoured to see this wall of a man slowly breaking out of his shell just for him.
Shakily, Laurence reached out to help, his hands catching on the difficult clasps in the back that he normally found himself helping with at the end of their shared patrols. It was his favourite part of their new armour, even if it bothered himself when he had to take his armour off alone. It was Laurence’s favourite because it meant he could touch Garroth nearly every day, he cherished every passing touch like a dragon to gold.
“You’re always so helpful Laurence,” Garroth started, his voice deep and smooth in Laurence’s ear. A blush rose over his face as Laurence turned away, shaking his head. With a frown, Garroth grabbed Laurence’s chin and forced him to look back before repeating with more authority, “You are always so helpful, Laurence.”
Breathing heavily, Laurence nodded. Garroth rubbed his thumb against Laurence’s chin and smiled, “Good boy. Now,” he paused, shifting to lay on his stomach in front of Laurence’s lap, several torturous inches away from his dick, “Did you still want this?”
A high whine came from Laurence’s throat, his eyes locked on the image of Garroth so close to the site of his need. “Please, I need you so badly!” He begged, his dick twitching in interest and Garroth shifted closer slightly.
“I need a clear answer Laurence, yes or no?” Garroth teased, though his eyes held a clear sign of worry. Laurence whined again, his hands anxiously resting on Garroth’s head as he breathed in deep.
Clearing his throat, Laurence spoke clearly, “Yes, I want this, please Garroth.”
Garroth smiled, closing the rest of the distance in an instant and rewarding Laurence, his tongue lapping up the precum resting on his tip. Laurence’s hands dug in on Garroth’s scalp, dragging the blond closer with a moan.
The sound was like honey on Garroth’s tongue and all he wanted was more of the delicious sound. He propped himself on his elbows, tongue circling Laurence’s tip and lips wrapping around the shaft as he slowly took more in.
“F-Fuck!” Laurence whined, hands gripping Garroth’s hair and guiding him along as he took Laurence to the base. “Irene, you’re too good at this Garroth, I might cum too soon like this.” A blush coated his face as he spoke but Garroth’s encouraging hum urged him on. “I can’t believe I went this long without this.”
Slowly, Garroth pulled off, ignoring Laurence’s quiet protests, “Is that not what you want, Laurence? Or did you want me to take this slow?” Laurence nodded shyly and Garroth smiled, leaning down to lick more precum that had begun to drip down Laurence’s shaft. “Good, guide me.”
Garroth sank down to the base, Laurence’s dick hitting the back of his throat and causing him to gag slightly. Laurence moaned loud before clamping his hand over his mouth as a blush spread over his face. With his free hand he guided Garroth’s head up and down his shaft, moaning softly through his hand as he did.
Laurence’s body shook with the effort of staying quiet. His hips pushed up into Garroth’s mouth absentmindedly until Garroth held them down with his broad hands. All too soon the heat of an orgasm began to build up in Laurence’s stomach. Laurence came with a soft shout, pressing Garroth as far down as the man would allow and finishing down his throat.
After a moment, Garroth pulled off and made a show of licking his lips. “You did such a good job guiding me Laurence. Did you feel good?”
Laughing, Laurence responded, “Of course I did, your lips are like heaven. Did you want the same treatment? I don’t wanna be in debt over this but I’m not sure I’d be as good as you were.”
Garroth snorted, standing instead of responding. He sat on the bed, motioning for Laurence to sit between his knees. “Come here Laur, be honest. You just want to suck my dick, don’t you? If you want more, you’re allowed to ask.”
Laurence nodded, leaning forward and grabbing the ties of Garroth's pants. He began untying the laces until Garroth's hand landed in his hair, lightly tugging to bring Laurence's eyes towards his own.
"You are hotter than the sun on your knees for me. Makes me wonder why I didn't have you like this before. All those nights where I heard you pleading could have led to this?" Garroth chuckled, "What a fool I was."
With a whine, Laurence returned to his task. He pulled at Garroth's pants until it revealed the man's happy trail, then his aching dick. A wave of arousal shot down his stomach and he looked up, unsure. Garroth tilted his head and smiled, "Come on Laurence, you're not afraid of me, are you?" When Laurence shook his head, Garroth grinned, "Then why don't you put that running mouth to work, Pride of Meteli?"
Laurence stared up at him wide eyed. His dick twitched, trying its best to get hard again. The twitching caught Garroth's eye and he huffed, lightly kicking Laurence's thighs open wider to get a better look. "So needy, Laurence! Don't you worry, I'll take care of you again." He pulled Laurence's mouth to his dick, groaning as Laurence's tongue enveloped the tip. "I just need a moment of your mouth."
A moan pulled itself from Laurence's throat as he sunk lower onto Garroth's dick and suddenly the only thing on his mind was the soft huffs and moans from above him. Garroth kept his hand on Laurence's head, petting his hair as he groaned softly. He almost couldn't handle the sight of Laurence between his thighs like this, trying to take his dick as far down his throat as he could.
The temptation to buck upwards was too strong for Garroth, his hips forcing the rest of his dick into Laurence's mouth. Both men let out groans at the feeling before Laurence pulled off to breathe.
Cotton filled Laurence's ears as he pulled away, the air returning to his lungs with a gasp. Garroth's shaking hands stayed in Laurence's hair even as the man laid his head against Garroth's thick thighs. The scent of sweat was strong here and Laurence found himself licking the pale pink shaft as he recovered.
"My Irene, Laurence I need more." Garroth whispered, running his free hand through his hair and rustling the blond curls. Laurence's hips bucked forward at the wrecked sound of Garroth's voice. He sat properly once more and brought Garroth's dick to rest on his tongue, humming at the taste of the precum that beaded along the tip.
He sunk low, nose soon touching the soft curls of Garroth's crotch and a moan releasing itself from his throat. Slowly he rose until just the tip was on his tongue before plunging down again, losing himself in the motion and the sweet noises of Garroth's moans above him.
After minutes that felt like pleasured hours, Garroth pulled at Laurence's hair until the man's lips were no longer wrapped around Garroth's dick. Laurence's breath returned to him slowly, "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his tongue rolling along his wet lips. Garroth caressed Laurence's lip with his thumb and shook his head.
"Don't you want more, Laurence?" Garroth's voice rumbled in his chest. Laurence's eyes grew wide in response, though he hesitated to respond. His hands awkwardly motioned between himself and Garroth.
"Are you sure that's okay?" He asked, "Have you ever done something like this with another man?" Garroth laughed, drawing Laurence's face up to his to kiss him quiet.
"I am okay Laurence, I've done much more than you'd think." He winked, offering a hand to Laurence to help him stand up. When they were both standing, Garroth took Laurence's face into his hands and looked into his eyes. "But I'm not going to force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Do you want this? We can go back to what we were just doing or we can stop, there is no shame in not wanting to do more."
Laurence shook his head frantically, eyes wide. "I- Um." He stuttered, "I'm okay, this is okay. I'm just… nervous."
Garroth's eyes softened. "Don't worry," His voice was honey to a sore throat, smooth and soothing against Laurence's worries. "I know what I'm doing, I promise. Just tell me if something is too much, alright?"
With a calmer mind, Laurence nodded, "Alright. I trust you Garroth."
The knight smiled and leaned forward, drawing Laurence closer to him and pulling his shirt over his head. Garroth gazed at the newly revealed skin with a hunger and a great respect in his eyes. Laurence's skin was darkened with the sun and scars from his torture, scars that he thought no one could ever love. And yet Garroth said only one thing, "You are as beautiful as the gods."
Laurence shuddered at the tone of Garroth's voice, a retort swelling up in his throat. Before he could begin to speak though, Garroth began pressing kisses into the scarred skin. A gasp left Laurence's mouth as Garroth left tiny marks behind, nibbling at the skin below his mouth.
While his mouth was busy, Garroth's hands found the edge of Laurence's underwear. He tugged at it, dragging the cloth down Laurence's thighs eagerly. Garroth brushed his thumb against Laurence's dick as soon as it was freed, biting down harder to hear Laurence's moans raise in pitch.
He pulled away, hand still busy stroking Laurence's dick.
"Are you sure you can handle this?" Garroth asked softly, rubbing Laurence's hip with his rough thumb. "I don't want to hurt you. And if you can't walk tomorrow I fear the citizens will be suspicious."
Laurence snorted and flipped Garroth off with a flourish, barely hiding his nervousness with the gesture. Garroth frowned, releasing Laurence despite his whine and holding his face instead. "What is wrong, Laurence?"
The shadow knight sighed, his shoulders drooping. "I'm worried this will mess things up between us. You know how much I want you now but I don't want that to get in the way of our normal dynamic."
"Oh Laurence, my knight," Garroth pulled Laurence closer, eyes watching as the man's face lit up red with a blush. "I don't think anything could get in between us now, this has allowed me to know where you heart lies. Now allow me to show you where mine lies."
Laurence nodded slowly though confusion was thick in his eyes. The moonlight shone in through the window, bathing Garroth in shimmering light as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Laurence's.
The contact sent a strike of warmth through Laurence's body, he was sure Garroth could feel it radiating off of him. How foolish he must have been, to not see the signs. Of course Garroth wouldn't hate him for the love he felt. It was obvious in hindsight. But just to dislodge any suspicions, Garroth pulled back with a grin and spoke.
"I love you, Laurence. I love every aspect of you, your heart, your mind, your body and your soul. Would you please allow me to share this love with you for the rest of our lives?"
Laurence could barely squeak out a response before he surged forward, drawing their faces together in an instant. They pulled back for only a moment between kisses, only allowing themselves to breathe before diving back into their passion. Laurence frantically reached for his bedside drawer. He refused to part for long enough to look for what he needed, shoving the newly obtained bottle of oil into Garroth's hands and pulling back with a frenzied look in his eyes.
"Please Garroth, I need you."
Nodding, Garroth pulled the cap from the bottle and spread some of the oil onto his fingers. Laurence nervously laid on the bed, watching Garroth with wide eyes as the man climbed between his legs.
Garroth noticed the nervousness in Laurence's posture and sighed, setting down the bottle and kissing Laurence lightly. "You're going to be okay, I promise you. I will take care of you Laurence. Do you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you Garroth, I would trust you with my life if you asked. I just haven't done this in a long time, I'm unused to this touch."
At this, Garroth paused, tilting his head curiously. "How long, may I ask? Surely a man as handsome as you must have been getting around Phoenix Drop, right?" Though Laurence did not respond, shyly hiding his face in his shoulder. Garroth grabbed his chin with his clean hand, forcing him to make eye contact. "How long has it been?"
"Since I met you." Laurence's reply was weak, as if he was worried the words would be too loud when spoken. Garroth's eyes grew wide as his heart filled with affection. He leaned forward and pressed a giddy kiss to Laurence's lips.
"You truly are so sweet, Laurence." Garroth purred in his ear, hand finally moving to press against Laurence's hole. The man beneath him moaned and wiggled against the first finger as it slid inside, soon followed by another until the stretch became pleasureful. Finally Garroth pulled his fingers away, dripping oil onto his dick and spreading it slowly, wincing at the coldness.
"Are you ready Laurence?" Garroth asked, stroking his dick slowly. Laurence whined and nodded, using his legs to pull Garroth closer.
"Yes Garroth, please- I-I need you."
Nodding, Garroth slid himself inside, thrusting in and out slowly until Laurence's moans became higher pitched and whiny. His moans were music to Garroth's ears, as bright as the music that travellers brought into Phoenix Drop occasionally.
They stayed together, moaning in tandem for endless minutes, only the moon illuminating them as time passed. Soon Garroth began to slow, the warmth the built in his stomach becoming far too strong for him to handle. Laurence's hand had long since found his dick, his head thrown back in pleasure as he stroked himself in time with Garroth's thrusts.
"Laurence," Garroth called, his voice shaking with effort as he thrusted into Laurence. The shadow knight looked almost godly like this, sweat dripping down his brow and moans pouring from his mouth. Garroth continued his thrusts despite the burning in his stomach until Laurence cried out, his cum spilling along their stomachs. The sight was far too exciting for Garroth, who pulled out a moment later to spill his cum against Laurence's stomach.
With a sleepy smile, Garroth leaned down to kiss Laurence's sweaty forehead. "I'll get a rag to clean you up, alright love?" Laurence lazily nodded, stuffing his face into one of his pillows as he waited for Garroth to return. Faintly he heard Garroth shuffling around in the med kit underneath his bed before pressing a clean cloth against Laurence's stomach.
Throughout it all they were quiet, with Laurence whining when the touch became too much and Garroth humming in response. When Garroth finished cleaning the mess he sighed, laying down beside Laurence on the bed. They ignored clothing for now, both too sore to bother getting up to dress properly.
"I suppose we'll have to settle for sleeping like this," Laurence joked, pulling the blanket over himself before hesitating. "Unless you want to sleep in your own room, I wouldn't be bothered if you-" Garroth cut him off with a kiss and a fond eye roll.
"Of course I'll stay here with you Laurence. I'm not leaving you behind, never again."
Laurence grinned and laid his head on Garroth's chest, breathing in their shared scent and laughing softly to himself. Garroth hummed in curiosity so Laurence propped his head up on Garroth's pec to speak. "I just didn't think I'd ever end up this way. It's funny that this is what finally got us to confess, right?"
Nodding, Garroth kissed his forehead. "I suppose it is rather funny, isn't it?" He laughed, hearty and strong. "Goodnight, my Love."
With one last kiss, Laurence replied, "Goodnight, I love you."