For @seasonsofcapri weekly prompt:
Feast.
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For @seasonsofcapri weekly prompt:
Feast.
A Confession
My drabble for @seasonsofcapri weekly prompt!
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It had stealthily snuck up on him. It wasn’t like a cruel wind on the Varenne plains that hit like a slap in the face. No, it was gradual, as if it had been there all along and only suddenly had made its presence known. A dormant ember, dimmed and barely lit, that had somehow stoked itself back to life. Growing stronger until it had set everything ablaze and Laurent was entirely consumed with the feeling. Growing stronger until he had scarcely remembered the version of himself without it.
The mess of dark curls stirred next to him, sensing his unease. “Hmm...what is it?”
“I’m fine,” Laurent soothed. “Go back to sleep.” He slid his hand across the silken divide of the sheets and gently rested it in the subtle dip between the broad pecs that Laurent now knew so intimately. His fingers spread wide, he let his wrist roll with the rise and fall of each slumbering breath. Laurent laid his head back on his pillow and tried to let their twin heartbeats lull him.
“Are you ok?” The sleep-thickened question broke through in a muffled whisper.
“Yes, I promise I’m ok.” Laurent reaffirmed hushedly, as a calloused but warm hand crept up to find his own.
“I love you.” It was unplanned, this addendum, it had simply slipped out, barely audible but to himself. Laurent’s murmured confession triumphed in the open air, finally acknowledged.
He was more than ok.
Still
Rhythm ebbed and flowed—drumbeat, string, voice—and bodies moved. A garland of wheat nestled in Damen’s curls, a crown as ripe and golden as his smile.
Another harvest, another year of reign, and this—them—still.
They dance—palm to palm—and Laurent’s heart dances too, light enough to meet the moon in the sky.
A microfic inspired by @seasonsofcapri’s prompt ‘harvest moon’
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CaPri Fic: The Negotiation Feast
My contribution to @seasonsofcapri’s first weekly prompt, ‘feast’!
Pairing: Damen/Laurent Rating: E Words: ~1,800 Content: established relationship; pwp; clothed/naked; rimming; kissing; hand job; anal sex; hints at them switching Summary: He didn’t used to let Damen do it. It had taken months of negotiations, in fact. And no one runs a negotiation like Laurent. or Damen learned early that Laurent can come from just a kiss. He learned later that the kiss doesn’t have to be on his lips. READ ON AO3
A poem inspired by a prompt from @seasonsofcapri
Solstice
Longest night of the year, brighten by a pale
Shoulder.
Longest night of the year, warmed by crackling
Eyes.
Shielding the cold, your arms are my fireplace,
And your tender hands are my candles.
There is no sleep, there is nothing
Else but Us
For the our longest night of the year.
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It’s Damen’s name day and Laurent is stressed! Read on to discover what he plans to gift Exalted 🖤
Based on this week’s prompt for @seasonsofcapri.
Appetite
Laurent ate fastidiously. So the slow roll of peach juice over the plump swell of his lip and down across his chin was deliberate. As was the chasing swipe of tongue.
Laurent’s pale grip bruised velvet-pink flesh, pulling the next fruit open, dipping fingers inside. Stroking.
Laurent dined. Damen hungered.
A microfic inspired by @seasonsofcapri’s prompt ‘feast’