NSFW request: Aden/Bismark with body worship, where Bismark is feeling down about his slow progress towards becoming the confident, strong person he wants to be. (Thank you if you do this!)
This is such a good ship
Rune Factory Ficlet
Aden/Bismark: Established Relationship
NSFW
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Aden had written off Bismark’s restlessness during the day, but as they lay in bed together that night, he couldn’t ignore his lover’s strange turn in mood. He stretched, pulling his arms across Bismark’s chest, his front pressed against the back of the other man.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” Aden asked, not one for beating around the bush. Bismark sighed, leaning back into him.
“I don’t know,” Bismark said. “I just feel like, for all I’ve done, I don’t think I’ve changed that much.” Aden rested his head on his shoulder and thought about that for a moment.
“About being more confident? I think you’ve come a long way,” he replied. Bismark seemed to shrink into himself just a little, clearly not convinced. Aden hated seeing him this way. Why couldn’t he see what Aden saw? The bravest thing he’d ever done was decide to tackle what he didn’t like head on. How could he not see that?
“Come here,” Aden says, softly, turning Bismark to face him. Bismark shoots him a confused look, until Aden leans forward, catching him in a soft kiss. Bismark melts into it, letting Aden take him in his arms, tangle his hands in his hair, as he slowly took him apart with his lips. Any shyness Bismark had fell away when they were like this. He lost himself to each touch, the slide of Aden’s tongue against his, his heavy weight as Aden climbed on top of him. Aden pulled back just far enough to see Bismark’s face, to run a thumb over his bottom lip.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, and hopes that Bismark understands all of it. Not just now, but always. Aden leans back in, catching him in another kiss, running a hand under Bismark’s sleep shirt, and laying it on the flat plane of his stomach. Bismark shivers at the touch, and Aden takes his time undressing him, running his hands over every bit of exposed flesh, dropping to kiss along his collar bone, murmuring praise between each contact.
“So good, Bismark, you’re so good,” he whispers, taking the other man’s half-hard cock in his hands, stroking him languidly. Bismark moans, softly, as Aden traveled down his body, leaving a trail of kisses. Bismark arched into each one.
“Aden,” he moans as Aden sucked at his hipbone. “Aden, please.”
“Shh, let me take care of you,” Aden murmured. He slid his hand to the base of Bismark’s erection, licking his lips before taking the tip in his mouth. He watched Bismark as his tongue played with his slit, drinking in the way the other man threw his head back, lips parted. Aden moaned around him as he took him further into him mouth, holding his hips down as he savored every movement.
The noises Bismark made when they did this were criminal. He wasn’t naturally a loud person, and neither were his moans, soft, high, and edging toward broken as Aden took him apart. He never lasted long like this, too lost in the wet heat of Aden’s mouth, he came with a high gasp, digging his fingers into the sheets above his head. His hand still working Bismark’s length, Aden swallowed down every drop, licking his lips as he came off of him. Their eyes met, and Aden smiled at him, running a hand along his inner thigh.
“You’re more than enough Bismark,” he said, voice hoarse from his own desire. Through his heavy breathing, Bismark nodded. He reached out a shaky arm, and Aden complied, embracing him, catching him in another slow kiss.
“Thank you,” Bismark sighed.
“Now,” he continued, a spark in his eyes, “let me return the favor.”
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”- James x Bismark
thank you for the prompt! i apologize for the lateness
Rune Factory Ficlet
James/Bismark Pre-Relationship
SFW
Between the summer heat, and the fact that he had foregone eating for the day in lieu of tending the shop, Bismark was feeling the effects of his decisions. Tourism in the town had spiked, and he’d found himself three times as busy as usual, with of course no help from Sierra. Throughout the day, he fought to stay upright, pushing through his fatigue and light-headedness until the day wound down into a lull and he could finally breathe for a moment. He considered closing the shop down for an hour, so he could take lunch, but just as he was thinking it, the bell above his door rang and another customer came walking through the door.
“Good afternoon,” he called, looking to the customer. It was James, and he felt his stomach do a flip, like it always did when the other man was near. He couldn’t help but turn into a stuttering mess around James, and the knowledge of why made his cheeks turn pink and his heart clench.
“Good afternoon, Bismark,” James said casually. “How’s business?”
“B-busy,” Bismark stuttered. James nodded and smiled, and Bismark’s pulse picked up pace.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” James said, pointing to a jar on the top shelf, “could you get this down for me?”
“O-of course,” Bismark said, grabbing his step stool. His head swam for a moment as he bent, but he regained himself and pulled the stool to the shelf. He managed to get up just fine, but on his way down, the world tipped, and he felt himself fall, while the world went dark around him. When he came to, he was on the ground, James’ arms around him, shaking him gently.
“What...what happened?” Bismark asked.
“What happened? You fainted...straight into my arms. You know if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes,” James teased. Bismark turned red, sitting up too fast and feeling the world spin around him.
“Hey, hey, careful now,” James said, placing an arm around Bismark’s back. “Are you okay? Do I need to take you to see Violet?”
“No, no, I-I’m fine. Just need to eat something,” Bismark said. He felt his face burning at the contact, wishing that he could truly stay in James’ arms.
“Well, if that’s the case, I’m taking you out to lunch. My treat. And I’ll hear no different,” James said, helping Bismark to his feet.
“You don’t have to--”
“I said, I’ll hear no different,” James interrupted. He winked at him, and Bismark felt himself melt.
“Okay, I guess I can’t argue with that.”
“Nope, you can’t. Now, lets go get some food in you.”
