At Velvet Room
"Knock Knock!" Micah says knocking on the door frame of Archer's room at the brothel. "Hiya, sexy. You're mine tonight, just cleared it with your boss, let's get out of here."
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Micah chuckles softly. “That’s what I call it.” He grins before he closes his eyes for a moment, licking his lips and in turn Archer’s before he opened them and spoke. “Only if you let me have all of you. Either way you have me, I’m at your disposal. You are the only one in this world who has the ability to build me up or wreck me, Archer. Be gentle.”
“More than anything.” Micah replies before kissing him again. Micah groaned low in his throat as Archer jerked his head to the side and kissed along his neck, leaving a mark. He shivered under his touch, the vampire feeling oddly warm under his touch despite every other vampire in the world being cold to the touch to him. It had always been like that with Archer though and he couldn’t explain why. Another moan left his lips at the declaration that he was his. “Yours.” He groans out, gripping his hips as the other man teased him. Micah groaned against his skin, kissing lower to nip at his collarbone, the feel of him dragging his hands down his back causing him to pant with need. “All mine.” He purrs as he kisses lower. Micah shifted as Archer moved to undo his pants so that it would be easier for the other man to maneuver them to his liking. “Fuck.” Micah moaned at the touch to his aching need, living for the feeling of his hand on such an intimate place. “Only for you, sexy.” He says, his voice coming out breathy. “I want to see all of you.” He says softly, eyes hooded as he kisses the blonde again.
Archer smiled at Micah’s words. “Oh the things I could do to you...” He murmured, hanging his arms off Micah’s shoulders. He leaned in, speaking against the fae’s lips. “I am yours...” He purred. “Completely, irreparably, yours.” It was odd to think of himself being able to belong to someone other then Stefan. But he wished for it. Ever since he met Micah. Pressing his lips lazily over Micah’s he whispered. “You don’t understand what you’ve done to me.”
“Then take it.” Archer pleaded. “Take all of me as it is at your feet.” Archer slipped his fingers under the waist band of Micah’s pants and pulled them down slowly, enjoying the game a little too much. He was intent on toturing the fae a little more when something on the other man’s pelvic bone caught his attention. Two sparkling initials AK. He gasped, halting in his ministrations. His fingers found the spot, touching it lightly. Could it be true? Could it honestly be true? “Micah....” He rasped, tucking some hair behind his ear. “Micah...” His eyes rolled up to meet the fae’s. “Have you seen them?” Though it was true, AK could be someone else. That knowledge brought a bitter taste to his mouth. “Who is it?” He demanded. It couldn’t possibly be him. He hadn’t found any initials on himself. Granted he hadn’t exactly looked. Despite what people thought he wasn’t completely vain. But in all the world there could be another destine for Micah with his initials. Such thoughts brought a frown to his face. What would he do if he had to give up whatever it was they had? It was the only thing in his life that brought him any semblance of happiness. “Please...”
Micah smirks at the vampire. "I'm at your mercy, sexy." He purrs before smiling at the vampire's words. His. Completely and irreparably his. The Fae had longer for the vampire to be his ever since the day he met him but it was a dream he never thought in a million years he could actually have. Now he could feel it, he could feel the other man's sincerity wash over him as if it were part of himself. As if he could actually feel his emotions. A nagging memory of his aunts explaining that soulmates could feel each other on that level tickled the back of his subconscious but he didn't give it much thought since he never really learned more about the subject before he left Australia to find himself in London. Could he be? How would he even know? He wasn't sure but he knew that this beautiful vampire was already becoming the center of his universe. "I think I have an idea because you've done the same to me."
"Oh I plan to." Micah all but purrs, kissing him again with a soft groan as he feels Archer pull down the waistband of his underwear. He pulled back to give the other more room and raised an eyebrow when he stopped. "What's wrong?" He asks and the other man's question confused him at first before he looked down, seeing the glittering gold letters on his pelvic bone that the vampire traced with his fingers. A soft gasp left his lips. "Romantic soulmate." He breaths out and looks up at Archer with wide, shocked eyes. He looked down at the letters, in somewhat of a daze because yes his aunts told him about soulmates and what the marks would look like but not much else. At the vampire's question and soft pleading, Micah locked eyes with him. "You. It's you. It's only you." He breaths out, feeling Archer's emotions wash over him. He had been feeling them for a while but he didn't think much of it. Didn't know what they were. "You're my soulmate." He breaths out in wonder, reaching up to touch his cheek "You truly are mine. How did I not know? It all makes so much sense now."
