marriage au

[ferrumcorde]

[ 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.

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[ferrumcorde]

[It's Gaelio's reactions and enthusiasm more than anything that has McGillis breathing quickly, fingers kneading into Gaelio's scalp. He didn't know it could be such a turn on to have someone so very eager to suck his dick, and it's a bit of an effort to keep his hips still.

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.

[kimaris]

[ He likes that tone of voice. It's a way he's never heard his name sound before, and he wants to hear it, quite possibly, every day for the rest of his life? Maybe. Ah, but he was vying for Gaelio's actual attention, so by the second time he says it, Gaelio's pulled back enough to let the tip rest against his bottom lip as he listens.

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. ]

[ferrumcorde]

[That's hardly fair. He doesn't have the control to stop himself for that long. He tries, manages to hold out a little while, but Gaelio's insistent and his mouth is hot and wet and his tongue is very nice and so McGillis curses, tugging on Gaelio's hair but it's no use when he's coming into his mouth anyway.]

[kimaris]

[ Ah, there it is. He expects it, but this is the first time he's been around a dick that's not his own, so he didn't really expect it. Part of it gets swallowed and he chokes just a little on it as he pulls his mouth off of him.

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. ]

[ferrumcorde]

[Really... He tugs Gaelio up by the hair, leaning in to kiss him. It's not like he doesn't know the taste of semen, including his own, so he knows what he's getting into, unlike Gaelio. Besides, there's an odd warm rush of possessiveness at seeing Gaelio like this.]

[kimaris]

[ It's startling, so McGillis is gifted with an mmf very briefly. Then, his eyes slowly fall shut and he sighs into his mouth, inclining himself against him. He's already almost back in his lap, how ideal??

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. ]