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Laurence presses himself up against Ludwig, his nimble fingers toying with the belts on Ludwig’s waist. It doesn’t go unnoticed, Ludwig melts into him, his lips brushing Laurence’s, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip, hoping and praying Laurence will let this go further.
Who was Laurence to deny Ludwig that? To deny himself of the masterful way Ludwig kisses. He indulges, caressing Ludwig’s tongue with his own, a moan catching in his throat.
He traces his claw jewelled fingers lightly over Ludwig’s clothed erection, before pressing his palm fully against him. The muffled sound from his dear Holy Blade makes him tremble.
“You’re not often like this.” Ludwig hisses against his lips. “It’s the middle of the day.”
“I want you.” Laurence whispers.
Ludwig tilts his head with a grin. A hunger dancing in his eyes. Laurence leans up to capture his lips again, nipping at them playfully, dragging his palm slowly along his erection.
He knows he’s riling Ludwig up further, and can feel the man falling into his plan even more.
Swallowing the breathy moans of his lover, he pushes himself away, heart hammering at the sight of Ludwig breathless against the wall, staring at him in confusion.
“I want you to hunt me down.” He says, adjusting his garb.
“What?” Ludwig laughs, standing up fully, desperate to pull Laurence back against him.
“If you find me before the day is up, you can have me however you’d like.” Laurence purrs. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of ideas by the time you do.” He steps away slowly toward the door.
“You’re teasing me with hide and seek?”
“Don’t you want to play?”
Ludwig laughs again, his gaze levelling, the same steely focus Laurence only ever sees when he’s getting ready for the hunt.
He backs Laurence up against the door, his frame looming over him.
“I will play your wicked game,”Ludwig’s lips ghost over Laurence’s. “and I’ll win it.”
“Grace me with a headstart.”
“Oh, of course.” Ludwig kisses Laurence’s cheek, grinning at the way Laurence’s fingers fumble on the door handle.
Laurence breaks free of the room, thankful the only other living souls around were far down the hallway. He wanted this to be more in his control, where he left Ludwig begging for Laurence to get him off.
His stomach coils in trepidation and a burning arousal, he never even considered he would be Ludwig’s prey and how ridiculously excited that made him.
He walks swiftly down the hallway, knowing at least Ludwig is off training the hunters before he turns his focus onto Laurence. Nobody stops him as he moves, hoping he comes across as the ever busy Vicar.
Ludwig’s schedule has bought him time and he’s thankful he had the thought to skim over it before initiating this idea.
All he hopes is that he doesn’t get caught immediately.
He makes it to his own office, locking the door behind himself just so he can collect his thoughts with no interruption.
Laurence catches himself in the mirror, his hair slightly dishevelled, a pink hue upon his cheeks. Shaking his head in disbelief, trying his hardest to appear put together.
Shuddering at the memory of how focused Ludwig became knowing this was going to mimic a hunt. Having that aimed directly at him, that he was something to be pursued.
Breathing deeply, he drums his clawed fingers on his research, trying to calm his mind at least enough that he can try to function the rest of the day.
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Despite Ludwig being preoccupied, he still had to duck into the occasional room when he heard a murmur of him coming through, although when he peeked out from his first hiding spot, the man was in conversation with another hunter. The air of authority that exudes off him makes it hard for Laurence to look away.
It’s not often he gets to see it, he’s unashamedly delighted that Ludwig is aiming it at him for something as childish as a game of hide and seek.
Laurence stares at him longingly, he wants Ludwig to look, to see how close Laurence is to him.
But he doesn’t find him when he glances around the room with his eyes narrowed. If he had focused on the small dark alcove perhaps he would’ve seen the Vicar but his eyes swept over him, the frown deepening.
It happens a few times, the coincidence of them being in the same room, Ludwig asking someone if they knew where Laurence is and almost being immediately caught out had he not had the foresight to disappear from view, leaving the poor church member pointing in a direction where he simply wasn’t.
He almost felt mean, making his church members have to explain that he had just been there, but for the sake of the game it has to be done.
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For the past hour Laurence has been able to continue with his daily duties. Albeit glancing around every corner of the cathedral and occasionally asking a church member of Ludwig’s whereabouts.
If he thought Ludwig was too close to him, he’d try his best to make his way to another part of the cathedral where he could actually do something.
He busies himself in the main hall, listening to the tales and woes of the church members and Yharnamites. Laurence tries to focus, hoping his wariness isn’t too obvious around people needing his words of comfort and expertise.
There’s a low sound of approval humming through the room, Laurence pauses mid sentence, casting a look down the centre, when he sees the Holy Blade at the top of the stairs, giving people warm smiles yet he knows he’s hunting. Hunting for him.
“My apologies, what was I saying?” Laurence asks, his mouth dry. He knows Ludwig, he wouldn’t do anything suggestive in public, would appear as ‘normal’ as he can, to not cause a stir of any kind. Yet he’s still unsure of cards the man will play and he’s not sure he should remain in the room for much longer.
He barely hears the response, his heart pounding in his ears in trepidation.
Laurence flicks his gaze to Ludwig, hoping the man hasn’t noticed the Vicar.
He has.
He’s walking down the centre of the cathedral with clear intent of approaching Laurence, his steely gaze unmoving.
“Excuse me.” Laurence interrupts the pair of church members who step aside to let the Vicar past. He tries not to run, he doesn’t want to cause a scene, doesn’t want anyone to know his Holy Blade is desperate to get his hands on him.
The door creaks loudly as he opens it, he can feel Ludwig’s eyes burning into the back of his head. A laugh falls from his lips as he pulls the door closed, almost breaking into a sprint, his heart in his throat.
It’s undeniably thrilling.
By the time he’s made it through the first door to a small study, he hears the other open, the unmistakable sound of it echoing down the hallway, followed by the swift pace of the Holy Blade.
Laurence has pressed himself against the far bookshelves of the study, half obscured by a long heavy embroidered curtain. The material is hopefully dense enough to hide him.
Ludwig pauses in the doorway.
“Laurence.” His voice is calm, the same tone he uses with his hunters. “Come out my dear.”
The temptation to step out of the shadows is overwhelming, yet he grips the wooden bookshelves with his hand, feeling it leave a harsh impression in his palm.
“I know you’re in here.” Ludwig’s voice is in a different part of the room now, Laurence’s heart pounds, he barely hears him move even with all the armour, the man makes no sound.
“Let’s finish this game, I’m sure you’ll enjoy what I have planned.” He continues, Laurence inhales sharply, Ludwig only a row of shelves away from him, he shuffles further into the thick fabric, immediately chastising himself for moving. Despite it being so minute, he knows Ludwig has paused.
There was no sound again, for a moment he thinks Ludwig has moved back toward the door.
That’s when the Holy Blade is pressing him into the book case, the movement so quick Laurence yelps in surprise, his heart in his throat as he’s pinned by his Captain.
“Caught you.” Ludwig is a touch breathless.
Laurence pushes against the restraint, only able to move against Ludwig’s weight slightly. He tips Laurence’s chin, their lips a hair’s breadth away.
“An easy hunt.” He whispers.
Laurence frowns, feeling suddenly defiant, crashing their mouths together, taking Ludwig by surprise, his groan muffled by Laurence’s tongue licking into his mouth.
He moans, goading Ludwig on, tugging him closer to him and hoping his neediness is enough of a distraction.
Laurence parts his coat, his hands running over Ludwig’s chest and torso, gripping at the material of his hunter gear.
Ludwig is easily swept away, pulling Laurence’s leg up so it wraps around his hip, pressing the start of his arousal into his own. Laurence shudders, his focus almost faltering and losing sight of his own plan. He grips Ludwig’s hair, eliciting another groan that makes Laurence’s head spin.
He rocks against Ludwig, sending sparks running through his body.
Ludwig parts from his lips, his pupils blown wide and breathing heavily. He’s looking down at Laurence with a hunger he doesn’t often see, the man usually showing so much restraint.
“All mine.” Ludwig whispers, running his thumb along Laurence’s bottom lip. “Did you let me win? Is this what you wanted?”
“When would I not want this?” Laurence slides his leg back down to the floor, gripping Ludwig’s hips, thankful that the man can sometimes be easily moved, as he switches their places, slotting himself between Ludwig’s legs. Ludwig grinds against him, panting heavily against his mouth, stealing a kiss from him when he doesn’t want to moan aloud.
It’s exhilarating, he almost wants to give up again just to hear Ludwig.
He bites Ludwig’s bottom lip teasingly, caressing it with his tongue before tugging the back of Ludwig’s hood to expose the length of his neck.
Laurence licks a long stripe up it, kissing his way along Ludwig’s jaw to his ear, delighting in the sighs and groans coming from the man under him. “But who says you’ve won?” He whispers.
“What?” Ludwig asks, clearing his throat, a thick haze in his voice, still trying to rock up against Laurence’s erection.
Laurence looks at him deviously, pressing his lips roughly to the other’s before lightly plucking the man’s hands off his body. He pulls back, looking at Ludwig’s dazed expression.
“‘An easy hunt’. I’ll make it harder for you, my love.” Laurence laughs, stepping away from him, the Holy Blade breathless and hard against the bookshelves. “Calm down here for a while, I can’t have the renowned Holy Blade running around aroused in my Church.”
“Bastard.” Ludwig laughs, there’s a fierceness in his expression at being played.
“There’s more to this game.” Laurence purrs, giving Ludwig the sweetest smile he can manage, before swiftly leaving the study.
His hands tremble, he knows Ludwig is pissed off and ridiculously horny. Laurence is barely sure what that’s going to entail for him later but he’s finding it easy to admit that he’s excited for it.
He knows exactly where to go, where he hopes Ludwig will eventually find him. This being out of defeat or he figures it out immediately. Ludwig’s bedroom.
The man had given him a key a few months ago, telling him if he needed to ever be there he was allowed no matter the reason.
With the lack of communion that evening the church has become scarce of life. He comes across a small group of hunters, knowing that Ludwig will no doubt take a similar path; they were perfect to start the trail of lies.
“If your Captain passes by, can you tell him I need to speak with him in my office?” Laurence lies, thankful that they all nodded in unison.
Laurence walks in the direction of his office up-keeping the facade until he is out of view until he can take a small side door, a stairwell rarely used but leads him into the depths of his cathedral.
He spins further lies: that he’s headed to the kitchens, that he’s conducting confession, that he’s retired to one of the communal spaces.
Laurence knows this is going to infuriate the man further, but can’t find no reason not to continue dropping this false trail. With it all laid out, he takes himself to Ludwig’s quarters. The man must be out of that study by now unless he was really taking his sweet time.
The quarters are away from Laurence’s, amongst the other leading members of the Healing Church. Not that they all used them of course, but the offer was always there. Laurence prefers it for ease of access, it was easy to make it anywhere he needed and he knew Ludwig felt similarly.
The key clicks into place. Loud in the empty hallway.
Swiftly opening the door he locks it immediately behind himself, not wanting to take any chances that Ludwig was suddenly there.
Ludwig’s room is immaculate, save for some hunting equipment strewn over the table in front of the window. Overlooking the bustling streets of Yharnam below, basked in the late evening sun.
He lights some of the oil lamps in the room, wanting Ludwig to actually see him whenever he eventually arrives.
Laurence perches on the edge of the chair, tapping his foot nervously on the floor, his ears straining so hard that he can only hear the thumping of his pulse.
Underneath his nerves is a growing arousal, a neediness that he can’t seem to shake, only growing stronger whenever he thinks about what’s to come. A gnawing trepidation.
He can’t imagine what Ludwig’s reaction will be, seeing him here sitting patiently waiting. Yearning to have that unwavering serious gaze on himself.
It’s maybe another 20 minutes before he hears a distinct set of footsteps and a key shoved roughly into the lock. Laurence tries to appear as nonchalant as possible staring at the turning door handle, the metal glinting in the lamplight.
It opens with a creak, revealing Ludwig standing in the doorway. His hood is pulled off, his dark brows furrowed as he stares Laurence down, half shrouded by the coif glinting in the lamp light.
“You led me on a wild chase across the entire cathedral grounds.” He says slowly, stalking towards him, pushing the door closed behind him.
Laurence rises, teasingly putting his hands up in a mock defeat. “Well, I might have been in those places, did you check them all?”
“Mmm, I did, I’m diligent my dear.” Ludwig watches Laurence walk around the settee with a frown, giving them some distance.
Despite himself he wants to continue to tease, to drag it out further even if he’s just fuelling the fire. He runs to the door, half swinging it open before Ludwig grabs him, pulling against his waist so he’s flush with Ludwig’s chest before being pressed fully against the door as it slams shut.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Ludwig’s breath is hot against his ear. He arches back along the length of Ludwig’s body. “You thought you could slip away from me again?”
“I thought you loved the thrill of the hunt?” Laurence moans, stretching his neck so Ludwig could kiss it, his mouth hot along his throat.
“Oh I do.” He groans. “You being my beautiful prey has made this a far more interesting endeavour.”
Laurence gasps, shuffling under the strength of Ludwig’s hand holding him in place.
“I’m not working tonight, I hope you know that.” Ludwig continues, Laurence nods unable to stop the audible swallow as Ludwig’s hand traces up his thigh. “I’m going to take my sweet time with you, my prize.”
Laurence nods again, his stomach coiling with want, longing to be underneath his Holy Blade. “Please.”
He can feel Ludwig’s erection pressing hard along the curve of his ass, he rocks back into him, shuddering when Ludwig grips his thigh.
“Oh Laurence.” He whispers into his neck, a smile playing on his lips. “I love you so.” Ludwig says it so softly Laurence is at a loss. He wants to desperately say it back, but all that falls from his mouth is a moan.
Ludwig palms at his crotch, even through all the layers of clothes it’s electric. His hands slip on the door, struggling to find purchase on the smooth surface again and Ludwig’s persistent hand fully cups his burning erection.
The Holy Blade pauses, noticing Laurence’s struggle, he pulls them both upright so Laurence is flush with his strong chest, his lips pressed to Laurence's neck, kissing up to his ear.
Laurence feels like Ludwig’s hands are everywhere, unable to ignore the feeling against his cock and how his other hand is now tugging at the ribbon around his neck, tossing it to the side when it comes undone.
Next it’s the chain belt, they’ve done this dance so many times Ludwig is undeniably quick at it, Laurence barely needing to help as the chain slinks loudly on the hardwood floor, the accompanying fabric sash following quickly after.
“As much as I don’t want to let you go.” Ludwig whispers into his ear. “Undress for me.” The authority in his voice makes Laurence breathless, he wants to hear more of it and part of him knows he most certainly will.
Laurence nods, moaning when Ludwig releases the hand on his cock. He almost panics at the amount of layers his garb has, he knows Ludwig is a patient man but that patience is running out.
He casts a glance at the other man, who is undoing some of his own clothes, mainly the coat and gauntlets. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, flexing his forearms, barely looking Laurence’s way in an effort to keep himself somewhat collected. Laurence watches him procure a vial of oil from his bedroom, shining it in the light to see how much there is.
Ludwig looks at him with a raised eyebrow, making Laurence focus on the task at hand. He doesn’t know what Ludwig is doing just that he can feel his gaze watching him, waiting.
As he turns to face him, trying to ignore how hard he is, how the arousal burns stronger when he sees Ludwig is sitting on the back of the settee, fingers drumming on the plush velvet. His coif is still on, the small crosses swaying when he tilts head at Laurence.
“Should I get on the bed?” Laurence asks.
“No, come here.” Ludwig beckons him, flicking his gaze up and down his body appreciatively.
Laurence takes his outstretched hand, sighing when Ludwig’s fingers caress down his sides, squeezing his hips, bringing him to rest flush against his body. Ludwig presses their mouths together, lightly at first, slowly coaxing Laurence into a deeper kiss. His tongue runs slowly along Laurence’s bottom lip, who in turn eagerly opens his mouth.
Laurence’s moans are subdued with Ludwig’s skilful tongue caressing his own, he tries to dominate the kiss but Ludwig already has the upper hand. Even in an effort to throw off the man by nipping at his bottom lip, does nothing to deter him, only earning a grin as his fingers now move down to grip his ass.
Gasping, Laurence grips Ludwig’s waistcoat, the material soft under his hands, unable to ignore the feeling of Ludwig’s erection pressed against his hip, longing to take the man in his palm and watch him unravel before him.
Ludwig groans hungrily into the kiss before pulling away quickly, pausing, placing a kiss on the corner of Laurence’s mouth. “ May I?” His hand slips from his ass, procuring the oil from where he had left it on the back of the settee.
Laurence shudders at the thought. “Yes.” He says breathlessly.
The look Ludwig gives him makes his knees weak, the man stands up straighter, grasping Laurence’s hand as he pulls him around to the plush cushions on the settee, guiding him get on his hands and knees. The position is almost shameful, his cheeks burning hotly as he rests his head on his forearm.
Ludwig half kneels behind him, the weight of his one knee making the cushion dip whilst he caresses his back, humming in approval as it bends under his touch, tracing his fingers along his spine and coming to rest on his tailbone.
“Is this okay?” The authority Ludwig’s voice had is gone, replaced with a softness right beside his ear. Laurence lifts his head slightly, looking over his shoulder at the noticeable hesitation on Ludwig’s face.
“Yes.” Laurence whispers.
“Let me know if it’s not.” Ludwig says.
He distinctly hears the sound of Ludwig shaking the oil in the vial, a light clink as Ludwig pours some onto his finger tips. Laurence bites his bottom lip, breathing slowly as Ludwig’s finger lightly presses into him.
“You’re tensing up, relax my dear.” Ludwig whispers, kissing between his shoulder blades.
Laurence wills himself to relax into the slight burn, he wants to be ready for Ludwig, he knows and is thankful that Ludwig is so careful, but gods he wishes he had the notion in the morning to prepare himself just so he can be at mercy of the Ludwig he doesn’t often see.
“More, please.” Laurence says, almost demanding.
“My, my Laurence, so desperate.” Ludwig hisses, adding another finger to scissor him open, Laurence moans into arm, earning a squeeze on his hip. “So eager for my touch.”
“Always.” He rasps, gripping the plush fabric and rocking back against Ludwig’s fingers, gasping loudly when he crooks them to just miss his prostate. “Ludwig-.” Laurence starts before Ludwig adds a third finger, the moan catches in his throat, his back arching trying to encourage the man to press where he wants. Ludwig doesn’t, stretching his fingers more, simply ignoring his pleas.
“Please, I'm ready.” Laurence looks over his shoulder, meeting Ludwig’s gaze, he knows the man is dragging it out just how Laurence did the entire day.
Ludwig’s fingers continuously miss where he wants. Laurence doesn’t know how his legs have kept him in this position, his thighs trembling and almost giving out when Ludwig curls his fingers against his prostate. The moan that falls from his mouth is sinful, as he digs his hand into the fabric for stability.
“Remind me in the future to see if you can come from that alone.” Ludwig says, the level tone returning to his voice. “If you’d like that of course.” He quickly adds.
Laurence shivers at the thought, his brows furrowing, knowing there’s a possibility that with Ludwig’s persistence it could happen, that he would take the time to carefully watch Laurence to tip him over the edge with the same levelheadedness as now. He moans with a nod of agreement, knowing full well Ludwig is smiling.
Ludwig withdraws his fingers, a whine slipping from Laurence’s lips, half turning to complain despite his eagerness of being ready.
He’s met with Ludwig slowly running his eyes up and down his body, meeting his gaze with that same hunger.
“I’m all yours.” He whispers, arching his back more. Dropping his gaze to watch Ludwig unbutton his trousers, his deft fingers making swift work of the fastenings, moving his undergarments out of the way to take himself in hand.
Laurence stares at his cock, before they had ever been intimate he had always thought the rumour that Ludwig was well endowed was, well, simply a rumour.
It wasn’t something he had wanted to ask his dear companion, but when they first spent the night together he couldn’t help looking in surprise and found it hard to hide his want.
He finds himself now in the same predicament with the latter, trying desperately to keep it together as Ludwig moves his fist slowly along himself, caressing Laurence’s hip.
“All mine.” Ludwig sounds undeniably pleased. “I’ve thought about this all day, I wanted to take you in that blasted study, hear you beg for me to fuck you quickly so nobody walks in and sees the Vicar being fucked by his Holy Blade.” His lips curl when Laurence practically whimpers, pushing his hips, urging Ludwig on more.
Ludwig presses his cock against Laurence, the resistance barely there. The slight burn makes him gasp, eyes squeezed shut as he buries his head into his arms again, forever thankful that his dear lets him adjust.
“Laurence… Gods, you’re so tight.” Ludwig pants. “So fucking-” His words cut off with a groan as Laurence eagerly rocks into Ludwig, a rumble of laughter coming from Ludwig whose thumb massages Laurence’s hip.
The thrusts are shallow to start, gently testing Laurence, knowing the Holy Blade’s gaze is watching his hips rock along the length of his cock, marvelling in how desperate Laurence is under him, how his back arches with every touch, flushed a soft pink.
“Fuck.” Ludwig hisses, trailing his fingers along the side of Laurence’s torso. He places a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“Don’t hold back.” Laurence whispers between his gasps. The only response he gets is a short knowing laugh, feeling the man slowly bend over him, his breath heavy in Laurence’s ear, the hand wrapped around his stomach teasing down toward his aching cock. Laurence can barely moan, the only sound that falls from his lips is pathetic whines from the pace Ludwig is fucking him.
Ludwig mouths hotly in the crook of his neck, biting the juncture of his shoulder. The feeling is animalistic, desperate and hungry, it makes Laurence curl further against Ludwig, gripping onto the hand beside his own.
He doesn’t know how long he will last, even after teasing Ludwig the entire day, he was also a tightly wound spring, only just barely holding on.
His Holy Blade is all around him, his rich smoky scent intoxicating, making Laurence feel ridiculously dizzy. It becomes more heady as Ludwig's fingers curl around Laurence’s, before he fully takes Laurence’s cock in hand, pulling out quickly to deeply rock into him, knocking the gasp out of Laurence’s breathless lungs.
“You take me so well.” Ludwig purrs.
Laurence chokes a moan into the arms, trying to collect himself as he pants against the plush fabric. Ludwig’s name falls from his lips, he barely even hears it from the blood pounding in his ears, but can feel Ludwig’s hum of approval vibrating against his back.
His pleasure builds quickly, almost coming into Ludwig’s fist if the man hadn’t realised how close he is, precum falling onto Ludiwg’s fingers as he pulls off his cock, knowing full well by the wicked grin pressed against his neck, Ludwig is seemingly delighted at staving off Laurence’s orgasm.
“Not yet.” He whispers at the loud groan that falls from the Vicar’s lips.
“I was so close.” Laurence’s voice is rough.
“Oh, I know.” Ludwig moans, fully pulling out of Laurence. “Come here, I want you on my lap, my dear.”
“Can’t decide how you want to fuck me?” He gasps. “I gave you all day.”
Ludwig barks a laugh from behind him, letting Laurence sit up on trembling knees before roughly pulling him into his lap, his cock heavy and hard along the curve of Laurence’s ass. He grips Laurence’s chin, meeting his blue eyes with an intense gaze, before unceremoniously bringing their mouths together, sliding his tongue hotly against his, ignoring how Laurence tries to gain the upperhand.
He gasps when Ludwig rubs the head of his cock against his hole before pressing back inside him. Laurence defiantly bottoms out, clenching around the length, smiling at the choked sound that falls from Ludwig’s mouth.
“You tease me so.” Ludwig hisses, fucking deeply into him, setting up a rhythm Laurence tries eagerly to meet, the smile falling from Laurence’s face as he resorts to needily panting. His legs tremble as he loses himself to Ludwig’s thrusts, back arching in pleasure as Ludwig changes the angle slightly, his cock bumping against his prostate.
“Hnn, fuck! Fuck, Ludwig.” He yells, gasping at the electric feeling humming through his nerves. Vaguely aware of Ludwig’s persistent mouth kissing his chest and neck, his pace becoming all the more unrelenting.
The sounds falling from his lips are sinful, he knows in hours to come he’ll be hiding his face in shame, but at present he cares little, spurring his beloved Holy Blade on, something possessive coils inside him, looking down at the man mouthing at his neck.
His Holy Blade.
The way Ludwig glances up at him, he knows he feels the same. Laurence is his. He shivers in the firm grasp, quickly gripping the back of Ludwig’s neck and shoving his tongue in his mouth, dancing alongside the other’s, the kiss growing messier by the second, the air humid between them as they pant heavily.
It’s heady, Laurence nips at his lip playfully, groaning at the string of saliva still connecting them as he pulls back.
His orgasm builds as Ludwig ruts into him, his movements growing more frantic and needy, roughly slamming against where he wants him most.
“Yes! Yes that’s it- so good for me Laurence, always so fucking good.” He moans, their lips brushing. Ludwig quickly grips his hips, holding him still as he suddenly rocks deeply into him. Groaning as he spills inside Laurence.
The feeling surprises him, it always does, the sudden warmth, the feeling of how deep Ludwig is inside him. Taking himself in hand, he strokes himself hard and needily. He cries out in bliss, eagerly chasing the blinding orgasm rocking through him, coming over Ludwig’s waistcoat.
He’s shuddering still on Ludwig’s lap, the aftershocks coursing through him, he curls against Ludwig’s chest as his body starts to wake up.
Humming contentedly as Ludwig runs his hands along his back. Listening to Ludwig's heart thrumming against him, his breathing heavy whilst he comes down from the high.
“I don’t know how well I can move.” Laurence whispers, his voice cracking as he speaks.
“Mmm.” Ludwig hums in agreement, lifting Laurence up so he’s no longer inside him.
He whines into Ludwig’s neck at the feeling of loss, unable to stop the grimace at the come drying between them.
“I’ll run us a bath when I come to my senses.” Ludwig says, kissing Laurence’s head. “I love you.” He adds, squeezing his waist lovingly.
“I love you too.” Laurence says, sitting up with a wince. “I hope you enjoyed playing the ridiculous game despite teasing you all day.” He adjusts the coif, watching the crosses sway.
Ludwig smiles, his eyes twinkling. “Made my day more interesting.” He says with a laugh. “I’d be happy to play again, besides I think you liked seeing me like that.”
“Ah, was it that obvious?”
“Yes.” Ludwig laughs more. “I didn't think you’d be so intrigued by it.”
“How could I not be when I hear how serious my famed Holy Blade is during the hunt and I can’t see it for myself.” Laurence says.
“Not that I’m opposed to this game, but you’re more than welcome to join one night.”
“I’m shit with a blade my dear.” He says with a chuckle.
“You’re not the worst I’ve seen.”
“Mmm sure.” Laurence hums, his legs trembling as he climbs off Ludwig’s lap, to lounge against the soft cushions, nudging Ludwig with his foot. “I hope you’ve come to your senses now.” Gesturing toward the bathroom.
Ludwig rolls his eyes playfully, pushing the leg away from him, he rises, his own thighs shaking from the previous exertion. “Yes, yes, I’m going.”