destroying myself with this article titled "Today in Spain, tomorrow in Italy" about the involvement of Italy (or rather, Italians) in the Spanish Civil War (on both sides)
read the whole thing because it's a good read and it's rather short but also look at this bit:
"Mussolini's aggression against the Spanish Republic is a new betrayal against Italy, because it can provoke a new European war, exposing our people to isolation and catastrophe. This aggression dishonors Italy, presenting it as a perjurer, a denier of her signatures, a violator of all treaties, and a fomenter of war. This aggression humiliates and offends the Italian people, Garibaldi's people, forcing its soldier sons to perform the despicable function of mercenary executioners of the Spanish people, of a fraternal people who fight so heroically for their own freedom and that of the world. The Italian people cannot accept, they cannot suffer this betrayal and dishonour for our country. It is up to all anti-fascist organizations, to all the exponents of free opinion of the various strata of our people, to unite quickly, to place themselves at the head of the Italian people and to speak and act in their name, in Italy and in the world. The Italian people have offered further proof that they are not with Mussolini; that it is against Mussolini and his policy of war and of being a cop executioner in the service of the reactionary castes of Europe. This was demonstrated by the hundreds of Italian soldiers and officers who, at the first contact with the Spanish People's Army - and in particular with our Garibaldi Battalion - joined the ranks of the Freedom Volunteers, to the unforgettable singing of the Red Flag."
TAKE THREE??? MISO-SENPAI. YOUR KOUHAI IS DYING OF THIRST FOR SOME LAUAGNI. HOW ABOUT THIS PROMPT FOR THIS NEW ARC?? “I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.” YAAAAAAAAAAAAS. THESE TWO NEED TO JUST DO THE DO, AMIRITE? HUEHUEHUE ;) Or, not. Slow burn with these two is pretty spectacular, and whatever you come up with is sure to be amazing. \o/ SANK YOU FOR ALWAYS FILLING MY REQUESTS. YOUR KOUHAI DOES NOT DESERVE YOU.
THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO SAY. BECAUSE THIS UPDATE HAS TAKEN F O R E V E R. TO SUM IT ALL UP, THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU. MY LAVA. MY INSPIRATION. MY REMEDY. MY MANY THINGS. MY EVERYTHING.
Dedicated, truly, to my muse. <3
Part of #finny ship series.Pairing: LauxAgniRating: NSFWWord count: ~6.5K
Lau yelps when he falls off the bed, his buttocks and upper back hitting the floor hard as he slams unto it. He props on his elbows first, then pushes himself off the floor to sit up. He looks towards the bed, and sees that Ran Mao already has her silk robe on, slipping the ribbon around her waist tight to keep the robe from falling open. His juices drip down her thighs.
“I can’t believe you would do this.” She speaks to him in Chinese, voice in layers of hurt and anger. She crosses her arms with a huff and glares at him, her long hair in wavy swirls behind her.
“Ran Mao~” He pleads to her, his voice going up and down in pitch as he whines. He clears his throat to soothe his voice as he watches her approach the door. He crawls after her. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again. I just didn’t realize that—”
She stops at the door, her hand at the knob. She doesn’t turn toward him. “I know you like Agni. But I’m not his replacement. Don’t ever. /EVER/.” She swipes her foot away when he’s about to grab it. She places her foot on his shoulder to stop him from crawling closer. “/EVER/ do that again.”
Lau shakes his head. “I won’t. I really won’t. Please forgive me.”
“I’m sleeping with the girls. Good night.”
The door almost slams his fingers when he tries to reach for Ran-Mao, but she’s already exited the room. Lau sighs deeply, and rests on his bare bottom, the floor stonecold against his skin.
He knows what he’s done wrong, yes. It is horrible for him to call Agni’s name as he climaxes while he’s sheathed within Ran-Mao, terrible of him to imagine Agni’s flushed cheeks rather than open his eyes to see Ran-Mao’s, horrendous of him to imagine how tight Agni would feel when he clenches around him.
It is such a disservice to Ran-Mao, he knows. How dreadfully unfair. And though he’s made the conscious effort to not succumb to this temptation, the urge to see and feel Agni has gotten far too strong, so much so that Lau himself had not noticed he was doing it—imagining Agni in places of Ran-Mao.
He ruffles his own hair to calm down, groaning the frustration out. He wants to see Agni so badly. He could simply get on a carriage and visit him despite this ungodly hour, but a part of him is too shy, a bit withdrawn, too scared to tumble the balance that has been established between the two of them.
He lights incense to help him calm down to sleep, and tucks in for the night, hoping slumber comes in place of guilt.
***
Agni sits with his lord on the sofa that Thursday afternoon. Their costumes had arrived early in the morning, and have been kept to each of their quarters for safekeeping until Saturday. Now, all that is left to do is to wait for Saturday to arrive. They’re each keeping themselves busy to let time fly faster—Agni sews torn clothing, as his young lord reads the book he’s been fond as of late. (It seems to be a present from Master Redmond, which makes Agni incredibly happy.)
They both look up when they hear knocking on the front door.
“Oh? Another surprise visitor?” Lord Soma sets his book down for a moment.
Agni is quick to set his sewing down on the table, and bows to his prince. “I shall check who is at the door.”
“Alright. Thank you, Agni.”
“Certainly.”
The butler walks out the living room and into the hallway. He opens the door, expecting to see a person standing there, yet there is no one. He looks to the left, to the right, and far beyond the gates. Still, there is no one.
“That’s strange…”
Agni’s closed the door halfway when he spots a box on the floor.
“To Agni.” is written on the top in beautiful cursive, and beneath it, some characters he cannot read. Agni only realizes they must be Chinese characters when he sees “From Lau” written in the same cursive. With joy beaming in his heart, Agni picks the package up and rushes inside.
He looks inside the living room, opting to excuse himself from his lord so he may open his package in his room, but seeing as Lord Soma is so engrossed with his reading, he decides not to bother him. He goes to his room, and opens his package.
***
“Thank you, Ran-Mao. For delivering our surprise.”
She nods, not looking toward him. She’s toying with the hair of one of her sisters. Two of them are in his arms today.
He pouts. “Are you still mad at me?”
“She is~” giggles the one to his right.
Lau groans, whines, “Ran-Mao~”
“I won’t forgive you until you do what you said you’d do.”
“But I can’t do it until Saturday!”
“I will forgive you then.”
“Ran-Mao~”
***
“Are you ready to go?”
“What about your outfit?” Lord Soma looks over at him. “I thought you had commissioned that awful woman to make you something!”
Agni tries to hide his embarrassment behind a reassuring smile. “I will get dressed at the estate, my lord. Do not worry about me.” He holds a bag up in his hand, containing his costume—as well as the present Lau had sent him. Imagining how he’d look in the contents of this package—that’s what threatens to color his cheeks red. “This is my costume. I am not leaving here without it.”
“Good. Shall we head to Ciel’s, then?”
“Yes, my lord.”
***
Lau arrives in his costume, shipped straight from Bengal. (He wouldn’t settle for clothes from other parts of India.) He hopes Agni would appreciate it, hopes even the texture of it would feel like home. He marches into the Phantomhive manor after who he assumes to be the Queen’s butlers, (He isn’t sure—can’t see their faces, can’t tell with their costumes.) and walks around, looking for Agni. It feels very lonely without Ran-Mao at his side, but he’s sure things will get more fun once he finds—
“Master Lau!”
He turns to the source of that magnificent voice. /There/ he is.
***
Could his eyes be deceiving him? Is this man who just entered—clad in clothes similar to Agni’s typical attire, but gold where it is usually green, and green where it is usually gold—the man who he thinks he is? Agni’s breath gets caught in his throat, tears welling in his eyes from the joy that overflows from his heart.
“Master Lau!” Agni approaches him with a bounce to his step, a wide smile pulling his lips. He almost stumbles when the merchant turns to face him, moving ever graceful in such long robes. “Good evening, Master Lau.”
The merchant lightly bows his head, and smiles wider at him. (It makes Agni’s heart melt, and his knees wobble.) “Good evening, Agni-kun.”
“Please let me say this before anything else, you look absolutely stunning tonight.” Agni says each word with so much conviction and strength to them. He’s so very delighted that Lau has come in Bengal’s traditional attire, just as he came in Lau’s. “That you would wear such an outfit— Truly the goddess Kali has shed her blessings upon me.” He presses his hands in prayer.
“I must say you look really handsome, too, Agni-kun. Although—” Master Lau tilts his head to the side.
The butler gulps, dropping his hands to the sides. He hopes Lau doesn’t mind, but he’s sure he’s about to comment what he fears he would. He’s wearing Chinese garbs, yes. But they are not the ones Master Lau had sent to him.
“I suppose my surprise wasn’t to your liking?”
***
Perhaps Lau shouldn’t toy with Agni so much, but his reactions get so entertaining. Lau watches him now, observes how Agni frowns and quite comically (adorably) starts to get teary-eyed while he pleads to Lau.
“Please understand, Master Lau. It’s not that I didn’t like the outfit you sent me. Just—” He pauses, biting his lip down as he looks away, his face turning maroon. “I…” and the rest of the words are lost in a murmur.
“Hmm? What was that?” Lau leans forward, brings one ear closer to the other.
Agni takes a deep breath. “I said—” Another set of unintelligible garble.
Lau takes Agni’s arm in a firm grip, loving how the silk feels on his fingers, and pulls the Indian down so his lips would be right at his ear. “Try again?”
The merchant feels the warmth of breath in his ear come out in a few, consecutive puffs, then Agni whispers, “I don’t want anyone, but Master Lau to see me in your surprise.”
The shock makes Lau open both his eyes. He turns his face towards Agni, his tongue coming out to lick his lips in a very slow movement. Agni, however, has dug his face into Lau’s shoulder, and could not see the hunger in his eyes.
The rest of the Indian’s words come out muffled. “So please, wait until we get to the bedroom until I change into it.”
The words make a plan immediately click in Lau’s mind. He smirks, both eyes still open, lightly mad with lust. “I understand, Agni-kun. Time will surely feel too slow until we can be alone.”
***
“Time will surely feel too slow until we can be alone.” enters his ears with a heated hush, and when Lau leans away from him, he sees both linear eyes are open—one closing to wink at him for a brief moment, before completely closing both. Agni trembles at the handsome sight, knees growing ever wobbly. He isn’t so sure he can last the evening with Master Lau looking so attractive, even more so in the outfit he wears.
Agni truly hopes time would fly faster. He hopes to be alone with this person as soon as possible.
***
Lau’s plan works out quite perfectly—pretend to get drunk as an excuse to leave the party as soon as they can, and have Agni take him up to his room. He’s even blessed with the small opportunity to kiss Agni underneath the mistletoe (though it was in front of some people he didn’t know. He could swear he’s seen that old man before, but he doesn’t give it much thought.)
Now, they are upstairs. Agni has settled him in bed (in which room, Lau isn’t sure). The room is warm, the sound of fire cracks filling the air. He feels his shoes be taken from his feet, and a blanket be tucked to his shoulders. Before Agni could fully pull away from him, Lau lifts a hand to grab Agni’s wrist.
“You’re awake, Master Lau?” Agni asks, his voice delighted.
“Uh-huh,” Lau smiles, though he isn’t sure if Agni could see. He takes his grip off Agni and pushes the bed so he could sit up. He slips his buttocks towards the headboard. Agni sits on the edge of the bed beside him.
When Lau opens his eyes, he sees Agni smiling, his dark skin illuminated golden under the light of three candles seated on the bedside table. The beauty takes his breath away.
He takes Agni’s hand and kisses the back of it. He hears shaky breath escape Agni’s lips.
“D-does your head hurt from all the alcohol you’ve taken? Shall I fetch anything for you? Water, perhaps?” Agni asks, his voice nervous.
Lau reaches up to take Agni’s cheek in his hand and brushes his thumb against it. It is not as plump as Ran-Mao’s, but still smooth to touch. “All I need is Agni-kun, and I’ll feel better.”
Agni’s skin burns warmer underneath Lau’s palm. The butler tries to pull away. “Y-you truly must be drunk. To say such things…”
“Hmm? It’s the truth, though?” Lau says in a playful tone as he tilts his head to the side. He wraps his arm around the other and pulls him closer so that their thighs brush, their hips colliding side to side. He brushes his fingers against the short strands of hair on Agni’s forehead, and lets his fingers follow the trail of long hair that goes down midway through his torso. Lau takes the two beads attached to smooth strands, then lifts it to his lips. He whispers upon them, “I need you, Agni-kun.”
***
Not even the flames cracking at the fireplace could compare to the heat that goes over Agni’s body due to Master Lau’s words. /I need you, Agni-kun./ echoes in his mind, making his heart beat ever more rapidly that it gets difficult to breathe.
“What about you?” Master Lau asks, letting go of beaded hair and pulls Agni even closer. The question makes Agni look into serious, black orbs for a moment before he looks away, unable to take the intensity of such a gaze.
Agni gulps. Could he honestly answer this question? Could he admit how every night he’d longed for the touch of those slender fingers? How he would touch himself in ways he wished Master Lau would, despite how wrong and selfish it felt to use the image of Master Lau to feel such pleasure? Agni /direly/ needs Lau, because he desires him so much.
He feels a chuckle against his cheek before lips press against it. Then he feels those same lips press against his ear, whispering in a secretive tone that makes Agni shiver. “We’re alone now, you know. I think that makes this the perfect time for us to stop avoiding the obvious, hmm?”
The butler’s lips shiver as he whimpers, feeling his shoulders vibrate subtly, then relax. “H-has it been obvious?”
“Oh, yes, it has been. It has been absolutely obvious that— That—” Master Lau falls silent for a few beats. “That what? What are we talking about?”
Agni blinks twice, then pouts at Master Lau, who is laughing innocently now, with a hand scratching the back of his head. The butler squeezes Master Lau’s nose. “There you go again, pretending to know when you don’t.”
Lau’s laughter tickles the palm of his hand. “Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
***
Ah, truly, how adorable Agni is with his changes in emotion. Embarrassed, then upset, then back to embarrassed once more—that is, when Lau catches Agni’s hand to press a kiss on his palm. “Does this embarrass you, Agni-kun?”
Even the way Agni’s lips flutter open and close as if he’s trying to find the words to say is adorable. “It—It does not.”
“Are you sure?” Lau chuckles unto the bottom of Agni’s wrist. “You seem so.”
Agni grumbles unintelligible things in response.
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Your actions—”
“Uh-hum?” Lau nods his head twice.
“T-they make my heart beat incredibly fast. It’s difficult to breathe.”
“Ah, yes, I remember you telling me before. You feel like you’re about to explode?”
Agni looks at him with beady eyes. “While you seem to be extremely calm.”
Lau places Agni’s hand to his chest. “I may seem so, but am I really?”
***
Badump. Badump. Badump. Badump. Badump.
Agni feels Master Lau’s heartbeat against his palm, and he cannot believe how despite Master Lau’s calm appearance, his heart beats at the same quickness as his own.
“We’re wasting time, Agni-kun. Soon enough it will be morning.” Master Lau looks away, seemingly looking for something. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to show me?”
Agni lets the words sink into his head for a moment before he remembers— “Ah! Right.” He nods. He quickly stands up, and walks over to a table, upon which a mirror rests. Through it, he can see the room behind him subtly illuminated in orange light. He takes the contents of Lau’s package from the table, and returns to the merchant’s side once more. “Please wait for me.”
“Of course.”
***
Lau eyes the green silk cloth in Agni’s hands and tries not to let his confident smile falter. He let Agni feel how fast his heart beats with him so close, but the anticipation to see Agni in his present only makes his heart beat faster. This must be unhealthy, he presumes. Perhaps he’ll die early with his heart beating crazy like this.
“Please wait for me.” Agni says, voice determined.
“Of course,” He replies.
As he waits, Lau decides to remove his clothes, filling up the time as he waits, as well as distracting himself from thoughts of how adorable Agni would look. He gets off the bed and starts to undress, inhaling sharply when the crisp air kisses his growing erection. He wants to touch himself, get rid of the itch, give himself relief that normally comes so easily to him, but he keeps control of his hands. He’ll wait for Agni, yes.
Once naked, he resumes his position in the bed. He stacks the pillows against the headboard, plops himself against them, and covers the lower half of his body with the blanket to shield himself from the cold. There, he waits patiently, resisting all urges to please himself.
***
The moon shines silver light into the bathroom, reflecting across the tiles to grant Agni enough sight to change clothes. He undresses until he’s bare naked, and folds his clothes neatly into a pile on the bathroom counter. He takes the green silk he’s placed on the same counter, unhooks the buttons, and then pulls the piece of clothing into one arm, slinging it over his back to put his arm into the other sleeve.
He’s tried on this outfit once in his room at the townhouse, when it first arrived. He wasn’t sure then if this cheongsam would fit him, but once the cloth touched his skin, he realized how comfortable it is to wear despite how snugly it hugs the shape of his torso.
He seals the knot buttons now, five of them, inserting each into their hooks. While Miss Ran-Mao’s buttons go from the center of her neck to her right armpit, /his/ cheongsam goes down a straight path from the center of his neck, down to the bottom edge. He whimpers slightly as when the smooth cloth falls over his standing erection, shaking his head to release the ticklish waves that go up his spine. The short length of this cheongsam, plus the slits at both sides that go up to his hip (much like Miss Ran-Mao’s), make him feel so shy to come out of the bathroom. What would Master Lau think of this? What if he looks horrible?
He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, to prepare himself for the shame. He takes the last piece of the package—a bottle—from the table, then walks to the door.
***
When he hears the door creak, Lau does his utmost not to immediately look towards it. He waits, listens for the door to click closed. He counts the shuffle of steps, and only turns his head to look at Agni once he’s sure the Indian is standing next to him.
“My, my, my,” Lau says, almost breathless, both eyes open with a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a deep breath, feeling his cock pulse thicker as he gazes upon Agni’s ensemble, the marvelous sight—muscular chest jutting out against the silk as if threatening to burst it open, firmly built legs that stretch long beneath the short dress, and thick girth—thicker than Lau ever hoped—standing proud beneath the slight opening underneath its buttons.
“Does this please you, Master Lau?”
Lau is already nodding his head ‘yes’ before Agni finishes his sentence, lifting a hand to urge Agni to come closer. He pulls the covers off his body, and drags his legs over the edge of the bed to place his feet on the ground. He guides Agni by the hand to stand in front of him, between his legs.
“How unfair,” The merchant feels his eyes roll toward the top of his head when the musk of Agni’s arousal first enter his nostrils. He breathes it in, over and over, making him feel a pleasure higher than any dosage of opium could. He licks his lower lip, jaw hanging low as he eyes the heated girth. He looks up at Agni, sees his jaw is dropped just the same. “That you could become even more attractive than you already were.”
***
“Th-thank you, Master L— Wait!” Agni pushes the man away by the top of his head, eyes going wide. Master Lau was just about to take his girth into his mouth.
“Hmm?”
“I-I-I-I-I’m not ready f-f-for that. P-p-p-please allow my heart s-some preparation.” Agni’s voice goes as high-pitched as it could, panicked.
“Eh~” Master Lau whines, his lips curving deeply to a mix of a frown and a pout. He sighs, and then obediently pulls away. “Fine, if Agni-kun says so.”
“My apologies.” The butler bows his head lightly, his hand kept over his heart, pressing it firmly to calm himself down.
Master Lau tilts his head to the side. “What’s that you got in your other hand?”
“Oh— Ah, yes. This. This was part of your package… Do you not remember?”
***
Agni shows him a blue bottle that he knows all too well. It’s a bottle he keeps in the top drawer of his cabinet, and contains the oil he loves to use as lubricant, one that’s scented with Darjeeling. He thought he’d lost it since Thursday, but it seems the truth is this: A certain cat had stolen it and sent it to Agni along with his cheongsam. (He’ll have to thank Ran-Mao for this later.)
Lau holds out his hand, upon which Agni places the bottle. He toys with it in his fingers, thinking of his next move. “You’re familiar with aromatic oils, yes?” He asks as he crawls over to his position against the pillows. He slaps his thigh, and urges Agni to come over.
***
Agni nods his head at the question, smiling brightly, and then his face falls in hesitation when he’s asked to— Is Master Lau asking him to sit upon his thighs? /Oh, dear, Kali. Grant me strength. May I be alive tomorrow to relish in this./
He starts to explain, his knee meeting the soft, smooth material of the bed as he crawls over to Lau. “I use it especially for massages, changing the oil according to what suits the issue that needs to be addressed. Chamomile to reduce headaches and colds. Rose to help envigor the spirit. Jasmine to freshen up the body’s muscles.”
By the time he’s done explaining, his knees are on either side of Master Lau’s thighs. He’s standing on his knees, unsure whether he should sit down. He’s hyper-aware of how Lau’s heated girth is mere centimeters away from his.
***
“That’s right. I think I use those oils the same way. But this—” He hooks his hands behind Agni’s knees to pull them closer towards his hips. The adjustment makes their cocks brush for a brief moment, which makes Agni whimper and Lau groan. The merchant licks his lips, trying to keep his head clear, and in focus. “This doesn’t have any specific use, so to speak. Simply that I like the smell. In fact, it’s my favorite.”
Lau takes the cork off the bottle with a pop. He pours some to his fingers, enjoying the squelching sound on his fingers as he toys with it. He reseals it and puts it on the bedside table.
“What— /Hmm/,” Agni pauses mid-sentence when Lau touches one buttcheek with a dry hand, softly. Agni strangles a cry from escaping with his closed lips, and takes a deep breath before continuing. “Wh-what scent is it?”
“Darjeeling.” Lau smiles up at Agni. “I want you to have a taste of it, Agni-kun. If you don’t mind.”
Sweet, adorable Agni heaves a shaky breath as he nods his head.
***
“I want you to have a taste of it, Agni-kun. If you don’t mind.” says Master Lau in the sweetest and most intoxicating way he’s ever heard, and his touch sends tingles up Agni’s spine and all over his body. He can’t stop the shivers because of the merchant’s actions. Master Lau touching him—on /any/ part of his body—is sure to rival the tranquil completion of nirvana.
***
What the two do not realize immediately is how much of themselves they reveal through this simple act they’re about to undertake. How completely open they are to each other, and how powerfully the other’s actions affect themselves.
When Lau tells him to hold onto the headboard, Agni does exactly that. The position isn’t too difficult to hold, he thinks, and with his hands on the headboard, he tilts his head downward to look at Lau’s face, keeping himself up with his knees.
Agni yelps lightly when Lau slides a cool, wet finger along the line of his ass. Agni could feel it trace its way to the only hole it could enter, a whining sound making it to the roof of his mouth when he feels the thin finger push inward.
“Is it uncomfortable?” Lau asks, kissing Agni’s chest through the silk cloth. Only a third of his finger is inside Agni so far, shallowly thrusting it by a centimeter.
Agni shakes his head ‘no’. “I-it’s okay…” he says, followed by whimpers.
Lau licks his lips, loving how the sounds keep falling from Agni’s lips as they’re in bed together. He wouldn’t mind infinite doses of this whimpering. “Agni-kun, can you bring your lips here?” He smacks his lips together.
Agni feels his heart skip a beat, fluff appear in his chest. To Lau, he seems like he’s grown puppy ears and a tail. (How adorable, Lau thinks.) The butler obliges, leaning down to reach the other’s lips.
Lau parts his lips, and Agni follows, the merchant’s tongue tracing Agni’s lower lip before it enters the other’s mouth. Their tongues roll, touches unsure, testing how strong they can push against the other. Agni’s adjusted position makes Lau have to slide down the pillows so he can keep his reach into Agni’s hole. He’s pushing in two-thirds of a finger now, the thrusting of it kept to an inch.
The butler gets lost in their kissing, mewling at the top of his throat into Lau’s mouth, all of which Lau gladly receives. Lau observes Agni as much as he can—the orange glow on his skin, how his eyes are shut closed but relaxed, how his tongue keeps rolling against his own. He feels his chest fill up with emotions he’s never taken the time to acknowledge before.
Lau takes advantage of Agni’s distraction, adding the second finger. There’s half a yelp on Agni’s tongue, pausing their kiss, then they keep going. The merchant smirks as he digs both fingers into Agni, loving how completely absorbed the Indian is in their actions.
“Is it still uncomfortable?” Lau asks. Agni shakes heavily by the shoulders when Lau inserts the third digit up to the fingernail. The merchant then retracts all his fingers to add more oil unto them, judging he must give Agni more time to adjust to only two digits.
“I-I’m sorry I’m taking l—long to prepare…” Agni squeaks when the fingers return to his hole.
“It’s alright. It’s simply part of the act, isnt it?” He laughs softly. “Is it starting to feel good for you?”
“I’m not sure… /Ah/…” Agni’s head falls forward. Lau takes it as a sign that yes, it’s starting to feel much better. The Chinese lifts his head to kiss Agni between his eyebrows, where normally his bindi rests. He kisses down the other’s nose, until their lips meet once more, for the nth time that night, and certainly not the last.
Agni keeps his eyes closed, jaw dropped as he breathes through his mouth rather than his nose. The slipping of fingers inside his ass has started to feel much better than earlier. Is it because of the added lubrication? He feels tingles at the back of his neck and head as the fingers start to thrust at a quicker speed, the squelch filling his ears. He doesn’t notice himself rocking his hips backwards, meeting Lau’s fingers halfway.
“It feels that good?” Lau kisses his cheek.
Agni nods his head, and he opens his eyes to the sight of solid black orbs, yellow flames of the candles reflected upon them. His gray eyes gaze downward to the dragon lying upon Lau’s left shoulder, looking as if it’s on fire under the orange light. He keeps his eyes there, as he keeps bucking his hips backward. Agni isn’t sure how many digits are inside him now, but he delights in the slipperiness inside his hole, the fingers barely brushing against his walls. His eyes trace down the spiralling of a dragon around Lau’s arm, under his elbow, and unto his forearm that leads to the hand resting on Agni’s hip, some fingers above the cheongsam, some touching skin underneath. That’s when Agni sees—Lau’s cock, standing tall, leaking with thick liquid. He lifts his head and looks into Lau’s eyes. “Master Lau…” He calls, voice thick with desperation.
“Yes?” Lau kisses his jaw, makes his lips travel to the area beneath the other’s ear. Agni squirms, letting go of a strangled mewl.
“P-please… Please put—/hah/—put it in…”
“Hmm, not yet.” Lau licks his earlobe, toying with it between his lips.
Agni wants to complain, wants to beg Lau with all his heart that he needs him inside /now/, especially when he feels himself so close, but is unable to voice it. What comes out of his mouth, instead, are a few streams of ‘ah’s, each increasing in volume, followed by one loud, breathful, heavy groan and an intense tingle that reverberates through his entire body.
“Ah, there we go.” Lau laughs three beats—/ahaha/, keeping Agni upright with both hands, his fingers momentarily out of the other’s ass. He hisses when his cock throbs, begging attention when he’s seeing something as arousing as Agni’s coming face. Lau keeps his breath still, so that he won’t come just yet. “Feeling relaxed now?”
The butler breathes heavily above Lau, hands still gripped unto the headrest. As he catches his breath, Agni watches Lau run one hand across his torso, spreading Agni’s come across his body. When enough moments pass, the Chinese then takes his wet fingers into his mouth, and sucks Agni’s juices off them. The sight of it makes blood rush back to Agni’s groin, and a whimper escape his lips.
“/Now/, I think, you are ready to feel me, Agni-kun.” Lau looks up into Agni’s eyes as he reaches for the bottle of oil once more. He pours a good amount unto his arousal, giving it a few strokes to spread the slippery liquid along his shaft. Agni watches him do it, focusing on the up and down of the other’s hand, hypnotized by how sensual it looks. He feels lips kiss the top of his head, traveling to his ear, then Lau whispers. “Come closer. I want you to insert it yourself.”
“H-h-how would I d-do that?” Agni asks, although he obediently follows the request. He inches closer towards Lau’s body, his reawakening cock hitting the man’s chest.
“It won’t be too difficult, come on.” Lau takes one of Agni’s hands from the headrest and guides it to his cock. A pleased groan rumbles in Lau’s throat when Agni’s fingers touch his thickness, which makes Agni squeak softly. Lau looks into Agni’s eyes, voice commanding, but soft. “Place it inside you.”
Agni isn’t so sure if he can do it himself and hopes Lau would help, but the merchant’s hands leave him. Lau’s hands goe to his chest instead, feeling the silk cheongsam against Agni’s body.
“Don’t worry, Agni-kun. You won’t mess this up. I promise.”
“O-okay…” Agni nods his head lightly. He adjusts his position, his body leaning forward to make sure his buttocks are above Lau’s arousal. He guides the thick girth by the head with two fingers. He makes it trace the line of his ass to find his hole, but is unsuccessful.
Agni then takes his other hand off the headrest and balances himself on the bed with just the strength of his upper body (Lau’s hands upon his chest an added support). He reaches towards his back with his now free hand and feels himself for where his hole is. When Agni finds it with the tip of his middle finger, he shivers at the softness. He’d never felt the opening of his hole become this mushy, and when he presses his finger in lightly, he feels drops of oil spill onto his finger. It feels so shameful, but he delights in it, making the heat in his groin grow.
All the while, Lau concentrates on not coming just yet, despite how heavenly Agni’s touch feels. He watches as Agni struggles, finding his effort adorable. The merchant stays patient, letting Agni explore his own body—lets the Indian observe how different Lau has made his body in just the past few moments.
Agni leans his hole towards where Lau’s arousal awaits. He keeps his breath even as he prepares himself to slump down, two of his fingers keeping his hole stretched open, while two fingers of his other hand guide Lau inside him. The feel of Lau’s tip against the ring of his hole is divine, if Agni could dare admit, even more so when the long cock easily slides in, making him groan at the slippery feel of Lau sheathing into him, stretching him wider. He groans loud, his body convulsing at the immense pleasure.
They remain still for a few moments, both trying to get used to the feeling of being connected so intimately.
For Agni, it’s been years since he’s ever united someone, but certainly, it has never reached this level of satisfaction. There was never any love in the sex he’s experienced before. But now—his love for Lau overflows not only upon the milky fluid on his arousal, but in every fibre of his body, in the ghost breaths passing his lips, in the gaze he locks with the merchant he’s longer for for so long.
For Lau, he’s never felt a pleasure this high. Lau keeps control of his breath so he doesn’t come just yet, because being sheathed into Agni feels so much better than he could ever imagine. It is not as slick as the many pussies he’s been in, and he’s been in assholes tighter, but this heat, this softness, this fluffy delight that consumes his body simply because it is /Agni/ he is inside of—it is one he’s never experienced before, and he knows he can only ever reach such rapture with this person, and no one else.
They look into each other’s eyes now, Lau looking up into Agni’s. He smiles, and Agni softly laughs before he laughs, too. Agni leans his head downward to let their foreheads touch, noses clashing unintentionally.
“Agni-kun,” Lau calls his name so affectionately, Agni could feel its warmth in his chest.
“Yes, Master Lau?” Agni replies, reflecting the affection back towards him. The butler is sure he would keep responding to that call of his name no matter when or where.
The merchant pulls Agni’s head closer by the back of his neck. Their lips press for an inward breath, and then they pull away with Lau whispering onto Agni’s soft lips the feelings that had remained kept inside him for so long, “I love you.”
A beat. At the same time Agni’s insides clench Lau’s girth.
That makes Lau laugh softly. “I love you a lot, Agni.”
Agni clenches his teeth, trying to prevent his tears from falling. He inhales a shaky breath, and when he exhales, the tears can no longer be stopped, streaming warm drops down his face. He isn’t sad, of course. These tears are formed from his thankfulness and affection for Lau, the wide grin on his face an understatement of how truly happy he feels. “I love you, too. So much.” He chokes on his own breath, sobbing. Lau pats his back to help him breathe properly once more.
When Agni’s regained his breathing, Lau guides him to lay on his back. He lifts Agni’s long legs and holds them up, one on his shoulder, the other on his elbow. He doesn’t give Agni any warning when he starts to move, making the butler shiver and shake constantly with his every thrust. He knows he’ll reach his peak quickly, having held back himself from coming for most of their session. He propels frantically into Agni, spilling soft “I love you”s in his mother tongue as he concentrates on his thrusts. He hears Agni speak in his own language, too, the butler’s hands traveling upon the bed to grip the cloth tightly. Their words, albeit in different vernacular, mesh together to concretize their feelings.
Lau is first to come, simply from the feel of rubbing against Agni’s insides. He spurts his seed into his beloved Indian’s warmth, and in the midst of coming, he feels Agni’s insides clench him tight. The butler’s own juices squirt upwards powerfully, landing on his upper chest, and even on his face. Their heightened groans harmonize in the warm air of their love-making, echoing in their hearts to forever etch them in place.
The merchant pulls his cock out of Agni’s body when their high has calmed back down, and falls upon him. Agni catches him in a warm embrace, lining kisses on his neck and shoulder, stamping his skin with fondness.
Lau turns his head to look at Agni, gazing upon pure gray eyes filled with so much love. He hopes they can see the tenderness in his own black orbs.
“I love you,” he whispers again, pressing a kiss to Agni’s lips.
Agni smiles. “As I you.”
***
Lau’s fingers find Agni’s against the bedsheets, and threads his fingers through Agni’s longer ones.
This is happiness that cannot be shipped from anywhere, nor can it be bought with the money he has plenty of.
The merchant smiles, and Agni returns a gleeful face that shines bright against the stark darkness. Lau doesn’t want to ever let go of this hand.
***
Agni’s fingers are found by Lau’s thinner ones, and when the merchant smiles at him, Agni reflects it with the thankfulness he feels towards the god he reveres for blessing them with such a harmonious moment.
He doesn’t ever want to let go of this hand.
***
Lau is woken up feeling ticklish along his left arm, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Agni is kissing up the dragon on his skin. He ruffles Agni’s short, white hair. “Good morning, Agni.”
Agni looks to his lover, smiling as bright as the sun that peeks through the space between curtains. “Good morning, Lau.”
