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ferrumcorde) wrote2017-02-22 02:21 am
ferrumcorde) wrote2017-02-22 02:21 am
marriage au
[ McGillis has been trying for months to get Gaelio to talk marriage with him. But rather typical of the other man the moment the subject comes up he finds something else that needs his immediate attention or changes the subject. Over and over. To the point that McGillis gives up broaching the topic with Gaelio and goes straight to his father. Frankly it's not the way he would have wanted to do it ideally, but asking the parent's permission before proposing is still considered proper. It's just a bit less proper when the person in question has no idea of interest in the first place.
In any case, Lord Bauduin was amenable enough to the match if his son was. Of course no formalities could be discussed until Gaelio agreed and so, finally, it's come down to McGillis having to trap the man into the conversation he keeps avoiding like the plague.
This time, however, he believes he has an approach that will keep Gaelio form fleeing.
They're in the rose garden of the Bauduin estate, drinking tea and enjoying a brief moment of time off, just the two of them. It's a lovely setting, and suitably romantic, as far as it goes. The day is perfect, with the sun shining but not too hot, a light breeze smelling of roses and sea air, the sky a lovely blue with white clouds--picturesque and memorable.
And Gaelio is with him, talking about something or other. McGillis waits for a lull in the conversation, setting his tea down. Looks at Gaelio dead on as he announces: ]
I am currently in engagement negotiations. But I wanted your help. And advice, I suppose.
In any case, Lord Bauduin was amenable enough to the match if his son was. Of course no formalities could be discussed until Gaelio agreed and so, finally, it's come down to McGillis having to trap the man into the conversation he keeps avoiding like the plague.
This time, however, he believes he has an approach that will keep Gaelio form fleeing.
They're in the rose garden of the Bauduin estate, drinking tea and enjoying a brief moment of time off, just the two of them. It's a lovely setting, and suitably romantic, as far as it goes. The day is perfect, with the sun shining but not too hot, a light breeze smelling of roses and sea air, the sky a lovely blue with white clouds--picturesque and memorable.
And Gaelio is with him, talking about something or other. McGillis waits for a lull in the conversation, setting his tea down. Looks at Gaelio dead on as he announces: ]
I am currently in engagement negotiations. But I wanted your help. And advice, I suppose.
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The care he's giving this is also notable. It's strangely pure for someone with his mouth around another man's cock. McGillis might not be the best at receiving warm feelings but he can tell they're there, that this is something Gaelio is doing for him, for affection, and that is also surprisingly arousing, a warmth deeper and stranger than the familiar heat of arousal. Though the arousal is also definitely there. ]
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After months of being engaged, he should be able to say that McGillis is important to him, without feeling shy or strange about it. The step between best friend (only, since he plans on keeping his status as Best Friend no matter what) and spouse is just one he's never prepared for.
Now he's getting really into it, and later, again, he'll be a bit embarrassed about it. Surely nobody should enjoy sucking a dick so much? To the point where he's not even being touched himself and he's already making little noises around the cock in his mouth, using his fingers to trail after his mouth, over wet skin.
He's going to enthusiastically continue sucking him off to the point where he kind of startles himself when he actually moans—but at least he doesn't stop. ]
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And yet he still finds himself riveted, watching, breathing shallow and quick because what Gaelio's doing, the enjoyment with which he's doing it, they're really, really arousing. He almost matches that moan with his own, cock only getting harder under Gaelio's attention.]
Keep going like that.
[He encourages softly, voice hitched. He won't last like this, but he doesn't intend to, not when Gaelio is giving him such a wonderful performance and service.]
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His eyes are falling shut, and it feels oddly soothing to have a hand in his hair during this, encouraging. He's not doing so badly that McGillis is laughing at him, at least, and the fact that he can feel his attention on him working is—his own dick is leaking precum, that's how much he's enjoying this (normally one-sided??) act. Gaelio ends up taking him a little too far into his mouth and, thanks to his abysmal gag reflex, chokes on him just a little, but look.
He's recovered! It's like he never sucked a dick before in his life, though... which is the truth. He'd like to never suck anyone else's cock either, McGillis, so—with a quiet mmmn ♥ noise he's keeping at it, laving his tongue over his skin, even dragging his teeth just a little.
More importantly, he's not going to pull back at all, even if he comes in his mouth. Which he might actually think twice about later, but whatever. ]
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It's not that Gaelio is terrible at it either. Not amazing but but stimulating all the right places, and the noises he's making more than make up for lack of experience.]
Gaelio.
[He murmurs, a little urgent, voice somewhat ragged despite himself, pulling on Gaelio's hair lightly. Trying to warn him.]
Gaelio I'm going to come.
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Considers. Smiles up at him. ]
Is that right?
[ And then he's drawing his cock back into his mouth, tongue trailing over the head of it and pressing into the very tip. Repeating the motion, a circular sort of pattern over and over. ]
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He's torn between laughing and gagging, and spits the rest of it out into a handkerchief he's pulled from his pocket.
....he's pretty proud of himself, so that emotion wins out. ]
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His fingers lightly caress the sides of his face and he pulls back just barely. ]
Thank you for proposing to me.
[ He doesn't ever want anyone else, and in the first place he could barely imagine being with anyone in the first place. It was always something he could just deal with later, or maybe something else would come up, or someone—but this. He's happy. ]