la vie boheme.

[demurehopes]

he watches with interest as lloyd sinks to his knees, shifting slightly against the seat. "oh, you are so..." he trails off, at a loss for words as he watches his husband. he doesn't know what to say, how to tell him that he feels like the luckiest man in the world to be with him. to have been given chance after chance to make this work. instead, all logan can do is reach a hand down and cup his cheek, smooth his thumb across his skin slowly. watch as he teases him and try not to make too much noise. logan gasps, biting into his cheek as he watches lloyd, spreading his thighs a little further for him.

[dulcethopes]

what logan says is more than enough for lloyd. his gaze remains on the other man's own as he tugs his pants down his thighs and when he does the same with his underwear. he looks ravenous as he shamelessly takes in his exposed cock; practically drooling. wasting no time, he allows his tongue to run along the underside of his length, before the tip swirls along the head. long lashes flutter softly, heart racing in his chest. it feels like forever since this had last happened, but he's relieved to be here again. to satiate that hunger that had never, ever escaped him.

[demurehopes]

"i know you will." he has always had such trust in lloyd, from the day they first met. his arms wrap around lloyd's frame, holding him close against him as he presses his tongue over his nipple. his fingertips press into lloyd's sides, keeping him still as he grinds up against him slowly. logan pulls away, kissing his way across lloyd's chest to his other nipple, lips closing around it to suckle softly.

[dulcethopes]

he leans into every touch, cannot ever get enough of it. a pout forms against his mouth, but he pulls himself out of his lap - just to spread his legs apart and kneel down inbetween them. his gaze is completely fixated on his husbands; hands rubbing along both of his thighs. he fiddles with his buttons and the zipper, teasing him with his fingertips through the fabric of his underwear.

[demurehopes]

he groans just at the thought of whatever lloyd might have in store for him. he can't imagine he'll last long, no matter what it ends up being. "god, you're going to kill me," he mutters, rolling his hips up against lloyd's with a renewed purpose, wanting to make him feel so ridiculously good. he feels like he has something to prove, though he isn't sure who to. perhaps to himself, to remind himself that he's still so capable of making his husband feel good, even after so much time. logan's hands wander over lloyd's chest slowly, thumbs brushing over his nipples as he leans in to close the space between them, lips closing around one of his nipples to suck softly against it.

[dulcethopes]

"i'll bring you right back," he promises then, whining so softly as he focuses on the sensation of their bodies meeting perfectly together. he loves him so much, he's never not loved him. if anything, he'd only been scared it was all too much. he watches in awe as he closes his lips around his nipple. it causes a tingle to rush right through his spine and he wiggles, biting into his bottom lip. "baby," he gasps out his gentle praise, dull nails digging at his shoulders.

[demurehopes]

his cheeks flush over lloyd's praise and he reaches up to cradle his face in his hands, leaning to nudge their noses together. "you... god, you're so good to me. you're always so good to me." he leans into lloyd's embrace, holding onto his husband as he resumes his teasing. logan groans, hands sliding down along his chest slowly until he's grasping at his hips again, rocking his hips up into lloyd's frame. his mind feels a little fuzzy already and he pushes lloyd's shirt up, swallowing thickly as he watches the slow reveal of his skin. it's been far too long and logan feels like he's on a hair trigger already.

[dulcethopes]

"if you think this is good, i'm not sure you're ready for what i've got in store for you..." the words fall playfully, with a sweet little smile. one hand grasps at his bicep, the other grasping at the back of his neck, keeping himself as firm against logan as he can possibly muster. his lashes flutter and a whine erupts from the back of his throat. there's a chance that he's reacting more than usual, even when taking their unnecessary hiatus into account. he feels it though, particularly when his ass presses back against his husband's lap. his main surprise of the night filling him with pleasure already. pun intended. he grasps at the sides of his shirt, watching logan closely, as he tugs off the material completely, throwing it down against the side.

[demurehopes]

he shifts them slightly to rest his forehead against his husband's, keeping him as close as he's physically able to. logan lets lloyd move against him without doing much of anything at all, not wanting to throw him off or disrupt him. especially not when it feels so good. logan groans, leaning up to kiss him messily, hand curling around his hip and holding on firmly, probably tight enough to leave marks. "what'd i do to deserve this?" he asks quietly, his free hand slipping up to grasp at the back of lloyd's neck.

[dulcethopes]

he kisses him back, hips continuing to rock against logan's own. "you think you don't deserve it?" he teases, allowing his hips to come to a gradual halt. he pulls back, only to get a better look in his eyes. "you don't have to do anything to deserve this, logan. you just...naturally do..." he smiles then, nudging their noses together and allowing their foreheads to press against one another's once more. he rocks his hips even more so, eyes closing as he focuses on the pressure he'd desperately craved.

[demurehopes]

logan sighs breathily, tipping his head back against the seat. his hands tuck under lloyd's shirt, palms pressing against his bare skin and holding him close. the heat from their skin touching almost has logan sweating and he groans, head tipping over slightly to offer lloyd more space to kiss along his neck. "baby," he moans quietly, fingertips pressing dully into his skin. he drags lloyd closer, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. it's been so long since they were in this position and logan feels so overwhelmed by it in the best way, drowning in the way lloyd makes him feel.

[dulcethopes]

he smiles against his neck as he moans quietly, pressing himself as close to logan as he seems to want him to get. rolling his hips gently, he gasps into his skin. the sensation is overwhelming and he loses himself in it, allowing his eyes to close as he tries his best to stay quiet, since he couldn't handle silent. he whines against him, peppered kisses becoming sloppier and messier. "fuck," he whispers, biting into his bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to lose himself completely in his husband.

[demurehopes]

he just stays watching lloyd, wondering what's going on and hoping it's nothing bad. he can't imagine it would be, though their past few weeks and months pass through his mind for a moment. it all disappears when lloyd climbs into his lap and logan wraps his arms around him, squeezing at his waist. "hi," he whispers, leaning into the kiss. he exhales softly, a little overwhelmed with how much he's needed this, having lloyd this close to him.

[dulcethopes]

deepening the kiss, his fingers tangle in his husband's hair. it feels like it's been forever since they'd last been in this position, or any like it and every inch of his skin tingles in appreciation and relief. fingers slip, squeezing at his shoulders, his head ducking to press kisses along his jaw and his neck. he knew he'd never, ever feel this way about anyone else. him and his heart belonged to logan. it's why the last few months had been so painful, frustating, heartbreaking - and why he doesn't want to waste anymore time.

[demurehopes]

he squeezes lloyd's hand as he follows after him, not looking anywhere but at him. it's all too tempting to stop him and kiss him up against the wall but lloyd seems like he has a mission and logan was not going to be the cause of disrupting that. he closes the door behind them once they step into the office, frowning slightly over the confusion he feels. he likes it, though, he trusts lloyd so much. he'd walk to the ends of the earth for him if he even suggested it. logan settles in the chair, watching lloyd closely. "what's going on, baby?"

[dulcethopes]

there's a part of him that feels a little shy, enough for his cheeks to heat up and to change colour. enough for a gentle, little chuckle to escape his lips when he's questioned. he straddles logan's lap after a moment, in lieu of an immediate aural response. pressing a kiss to his mouth, his arms wrap around his neck, a myriad of thoughts and fantasies filling up his head. "hi," he whispers it then, whispering and tracing the words against his lips.

[demurehopes]

he sighs softly, settling in against lloyd like this. he's missed this so much and he made a promise to himself to never let them get as far from each other as they had been. it's easier now, to let himself just be the man he is, the man he wants to be with lloyd. "you make me this way," he whispers, kissing lloyd's neck lightly. logan stands up straight when lloyd questions him, head tilting slightly. he slips his hand into his husband's, nodding slowly. "yeah, sure..."

[dulcethopes]

his smile grows as logan agrees, contently entwining his fingers with his husband's own. it feels like it's been far too long since they'd been like this, but he's relieved they've started to get back to this point again. leading him towards the back door and into the back office, his skin continues to tingle, licking at his lips as anticipation starts trickling in. "sit there," he murmurs ever so softly. almost sweetly, despite his playfully nefarious plans.

[demurehopes]

he laughs slightly, pressing his face into lloyd's neck. his lips brush over his skin, beard rubbing over the same spot. "yeah, not the greatest out here," he mutters, shifting slightly until he's standing in front of his husband, wrapping his arms around his waist to cling to him. "better now i'm with you."

[dulcethopes]

the touch has his skin tingling, lashes fluttering sweetly. one hand curls around the back of his neck, thumb grazing along his skin; fingers tangling loosely in his hair. "you're very cute," he murmurs it gently, gaze wide and bright. biting into his bottom lip, he debates as to whether he should give logan his 'surprise' a little earlier, with a lick of his lips he decides he should. "you want to come to the office with me, baby?"

[demurehopes]

"i'll always find you." logan curls his arm around lloyd's waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "what're you doing out here all alone, baby?"

[dulcethopes]

a smile touches his lips at that, expelling a stifled breath. "i don't know. felt sort of stuffy in there," his face twitches - enough for his nose to scrunch up sweetly. "not that this is air is much better." another nose scrunch. "are you doing okay?"

[dulcethopes]

"ah, you've found me." / @demurehopes

[demurehopes]

he loves the feeling of having otto pressed this close to him, of knowing that they were so well suited for one another. no matter what he worries about, he knows that he has otto by his side. he smiles into the kiss, nudging their noses together before he presses their foreheads together, holding him close. "i love you," he whispers back, tucking his face into otto's neck with a laugh. "don't tell me that! oh my god. how am i meant to keep my hands off of you?" he'll have to but god, it's always been hard. ever since the first moment otto let him do it, he's had trouble keeping his hands away from him ever since. he reaches up to thumb softly at otto's dimple, scrunching up his nose. "god, you're cute."

[dulcethopes]

"you're going to have to work it out yourself, definitely not my problem." he teases it, though he'd do his best to help, if that's what ezra required to feel comfortable when meeting his brothers - rupert included. then after that, he's sure to be the little shit he's destined to be. his nose scrunches up cutely, and a blush tinges dimpled cheeks then, leaning into every touch the other man delivers him. it's so nice, to feel like this. to know he has someone by his side. he had his brothers, that much he knew. but this was different. he saw something in him that he struggled to see within himself, and he couldn't quite believe it was ezra specifically that could do that. this beautiful, intelligent, interesting man. who was so much more than he even seemed to realise. "you better always think that, young man. the cutest person you've ever - and will ever - meet!"

[demurehopes]

he doesn't always believe him but that comes from himself rather than otto. part of him just isn't sure why otto, sweet, amazing otto, wants him so much. he shrugs, lips parting as he sighs softly. "i do sometimes. just... sometimes it's a little hard to believe that you want me. that you picked me, out of everybody in the entire world. you know?" ezra wraps his arms around otto, rolling them slightly so that otto is laying against the sofa and he nuzzles against his neck, breathing him in deeply. "i hope so. because you mean everything to me and i'm not going anywhere even if they don't like me. the only one who can get rid of me is you," he whispers, leaning up to kiss otto softly, fingers curling over his hip gently.

[dulcethopes]

"i get it," he confirms then, since he had often wondered the same in reverse. once he's beneath him, he wraps his arms tighter around his neck, tugging him as close to his own frame as possible. he smiles against his ear, humming his approval over his words. then, before he can offer a word of response, ezra's lips have caught his own and he's melting into it, wrapping his legs around him to further cement how content he is within the situation. "i love you," he whispers it then. so harshly and clearly against his mouth. "you're turning me on, you need to stop." he chuckles then - enough for dimples to dig at both of his cheeks.

[demurehopes]

he can't help smiling when otto crawls into his lap and he leans back against the sofa, letting his hands slide down his frame slowly. he turns his head to kiss along otto's wrist softly, nosing against the skin there. "i know, i know. you always tell me that." ezra sighs softly, resting his head back against the sofa cushions, tucking his hands under otto's shirt to press his fingers against his back. "i just want to make a good first impression," he mutters, pressing closer to otto until he can tuck his face into his neck. "you mean so much to me. them liking me means everything."

[dulcethopes]

the touches bring him comfort and he can only hope that they offer the same to ezra. "i know i do, because it's true and i don't always know if you believe me." he smiles down at him, fingers combing through his hair the moment that he allows his head to fall back against the couch. "and that's enough for me to know it's going to go okay and that you have nothing to worry about. you care, they'll see that. i definitely do. feel it everyday." he continues to reassure him, pressing kisses along his hair now, once he's tucked his face against his neck. "you're it for me. i don't want anyone else. just you."

[demurehopes]

ezra rolls his eyes, reaching out to otto when he settles in front of him. "don't be mean! it's been a long fucking time since i've had to do this." too long. so long that he never thought he would have to do this again. he snorts, cradling his face after he's kissed each of his palms. he leans forward, nudging their noses together lightly. "question how you got me? god no. they're definitely going to wonder how someone like me landed you. i'm still wondering how i managed to trick you into this."

[dulcethopes]

now it's otto's turn to roll his eyes, crawling with minimal fuss into ezra's lap. "you didn't trick me into anything." he speaks candidly now, hand grasping at the back of his neck, thumb grazing against the skin there, and digits stroke against any hair that they can reach. "you landed me by being you. don't know how many times i've got to tell you i was into you from the very moment i met you. then it...grew as i got to know you, too." he smiles it, nudging their noses together again. "you just need to be you. my lot aren't perfect and they know that more than well enough. you're the best of them all..."

[demurehopes]

"not to sound like a broken record, but you are sure they're going to like me, right?" | @dulcethopes

[dulcethopes]

"no, they're going to hate you." the words fall as deadpan as otto can manage, shifting to face him better - allowing him to spot that playful glint in his eye. "they're going to be like - fuck, his daddy issues are beyond hope now." he adds on, allowing himself to sit in front of him, taking ezra's hands in his own, pressing gentle, reassuring kisses to both of his palms. "they're going to love you. they're going to question how the fuck i got you, but they're going to love you, ez."