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Bradley James and louis_garneau: A very good morning, completed
Follows Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
Players Only.
Louis motions for Bradley to lead the way and locks up behind them. His car is parked close by and Louis slides the basket into the trunk. He pulls out of the garage and onto the main street, sighing at the number of trucks and cars in front of them. "I think I'll take the back way out of town," he remarks, turning at the next side street.
Settling himself gingerly in his seat, Bradley gets his seatbelt on and only squirms a little as Louis takes a few sharp turns, rocking him--and the plug inside him--every time. He knows he's probably still flushed, but he's letting himself relax a little more, let go of things, and he is slowly growing accustomed to the low, frustrated burn of heat in his pelvis, the way it focuses his mind inward and on Louis. "Wish I'd brought my camera," he muses, looking out at the scenery as they finally make their way out of town.
"You can use my iPhone if you want," Louis offers. He knows it's not the same but it beats not having any pictures and he should have reminded Bradley before they left.
"Cheers, but that's all right. It's rather nice getting to look without a camera in front of my face," Bradley admits with a smile. "Sometimes I'm thinking about the shot so much I forget to appreciate what I'm seeing. We can always come back another time, yeah?"
"Of course," Louis says, reaching over to give Bradley's thigh a squeeze. "And I know what you mean. When I was in China, instead of walking along the wall and just experiencing it, people had their videocameras pasted to their eyes. I doubt they saw anything except through that lens."
"I try not to get that caught up in it," Bradley agrees, putting his hand over Louis's, lacing their fingers together. Still touch-hungry, like he's starving for it. "It's easy to do, though, chasing that perfect shot, and I'm still a beginner, mostly. I take a whole arse-load of pictures, and hope a few of them come out right!"
Louis looks over. "You're being modest," he says. "I've seen your pictures. I'm sure a lot more than a few come out right."
A flush of pleasure warms Bradley's cheeks at the praise. "You've not seen the ones I've binned, looking for the ones that come out looking good," he teases a little. "It could be stacks and stacks. Sometimes it IS stacks and stacks. The more I practice, the better it gets, though."
"What about going digital?" Louis asks. "There are some amazing digital SLRs available these days and most professional photographers have switched over."
"Oh, I've one of each," Bradley assures him. "Nothing too fancy, but my digital is in my bag, back at your flat. I like the feel of film for outdoor shooting, but I go back and forth, depending." He looks around, noting the changing scenery. "Where exactly *is* this picnic spot of yours?"
"You'll see. We're getting there," Louis answers with a soft laugh.
"Tell me at least that we're going somewhere nice and private," Bradley begs, face pinking up as he imagines trying to act normal, blood still at a low burn after all the torture and teasing of the day so far.
"Fairly private," Louis says with a smile, easing his hand from Bradley's and sliding it further up his thigh.
Bradley moans and laughs at the same time, shaking his head. "You're never going to stop teasing, are you? Never?" He shivers as those long, clever fingers stroke the inside of his thigh, so close.
"Would you like me to?" Louis asks, glancing over at Bradley, his fingers dancing over the cage.
Pressure against the cage is strange; his cock moves, but he can't feel any sensation on it directly. Still, even that little bit of stimulation has his head rocking back against the seat as his eyes flutter closed. "No," he says, keeping his voice steady only through massive effort. "N-no, I like it when you tease."
"Good, but here we are," Louis says, pulling into a gravel driveway. "So you have a momentary reprieve."
Curiosity drives Bradley out of the car as soon as it's parked, and he grabs a few of the bags before closing and locking the car door. It's entirely deserted, with an old stone farmhouse on one side of the drive, and a barn on the other; all incredibly picturesque, and he can't wait to see where they're going. "Hurry up, I'm hungry," he teases Louis over his shoulder with a grin.
"Says the boy who wouldn't even let me buy pastries," Louis says, a clear sparkle in his eye.
"Bad for the waistline," Bradley reproves, patting his flat belly as he stares eagerly around, taking it all in as he walks. "Anyway, we've more than enough food for DAYS, really, even without the pastries." Not to mention that his nerves are thrumming at such a high pitch, he can't imagine eating more than a few bites; his mind is on a whole different kind of hunger.
Louis laughs. "That's what you think," he says, as they round the corner of the house, the whole valley lying before them. "A few hours in this air and you'll be ready to inhale everything in our basket."
"Oh wow." Bradley stops short, eyes going wide as he takes in the vista spread out before them. The valley stretches out long, a patchwork of trees and colors and all topped with the brilliant blue of the sky. For a long moment, he doesn't think of anything at all, not the cage, or Louis, or the picnic, or anything but soaking in the view. "Wow," he repeats, a little weakly, lost for words.
"It does have that effect, doesn't it?" Luke says, taking the sight in through new eyes despite having seen it a hundred times before.
"It's spectacular," Bradley nods, finally tearing his eyes away, looking around the small cleared space. His eyes slide over Louis, his soft smile, the way his shoulders settle and relax as he gazes around, and Bradley finds himself smiling too, just to see his Sir so comfortable and at ease.
"This land belongs to my family," Louis continues, setting down the basket and taking the blanket from Bradley. "It's been ours for hundreds of years."
Bradley keeps smiling, even as he settles gingerly on the blanket that Louis shakes out onto the grassy hill, sighing a bit with relief as he finds a position where nothing is prodding or rubbing too hard. ""The whole valley?" he asks, looking out, amazed. "The whole VALLEY is yours?"
"No, not the entire valley, but this part up here with the farmhouse and along this ridge," Louis says, settling on his knees in front of the basket, "and a large part of the valley as well. Along the river there, and where that huge patch of green is."
"Nice," Bradley admires, eyes sweeping over the valley once more before returning to Louis. "So, if this is private property...we really haven't any worries about being interrupted," he realizes. He remembers telling Louis about wishing to do it outside, and his voice wavers a little on the last word, heat rushing through him yet again.
"No, not a one," Louis says, setting the basket aside and stretching out on the blanket, a finger crooked at Bradley, beckoning him closer.
Letting out a breath of relief--he feels like they've been spending far too much time today not touching!-- Bradley goes to Louis's side, eager and quick.
Sliding a hand down Bradley's back, Louis pulls him in close, kissing him thoroughly, tongue exploring every inch of his mouth.
"Mmmmm." Bradley melts into Louis's hands, his kiss, forgetting about the incredible view and the food in the basket, forgetting about everything except the way Louis's tongue feels, the way he tastes. That big hand on his back holds him tight, and Bradley squirms even closer, wanting as much contact as he can get.
"Are you sure you want this?" Louis murmurs, kissing his way down Bradley's throat. "When you're not going to come and it's only going to sharpen that edge, that ache you're already feeling?"
"Would it please you?" Bradley asks, a little breathless. His own body is secondary right now; knowing that Louis would be finding pleasure in him, using him that way, send a deep shiver all the way down his spine. "Do you want this?"
"Very much so," Louis answers, already pushing Bradley's shirt up, his hand warm on his stomach, stroking over his skin, fingers working his nipples to rigid peaks as he keeps kissing him.
"God," Bradley gasps, arching up, as the cool outside air blows across his belly, contrasting with the heat of Louis's fingers as they play with his nipples. He's tilted sideways into Louis's hold, and scrambles around a little, getting into a more comfortable position resting on his knees, his arm around Louis's neck holding him up. His cock throbs, aching, frustratingly soft, and that just makes it all better and more intense, and he's going to forget to breathe, here, in a second.
"Dirty boy," Louis whispers, sliding his hand downward, between Bradley's legs. Over and around the cage. "Take your clothes off."
Air stuttering in his throat, Bradley hurries to obey. His fingers fumble on the hem of his own shirt, but he skins out of his trousers quickly enough. Fresh air and sunlight on his skin, just as in his fantasy, and even though he feels incredibly exposed, naked, bare to the world, Louis's broad shoulders above him and his hands on Bradley's skin ground him, make him feel safe. Subspace takes him down hard and fast, and he can practically feel his thoughts slow, ease, the syrup-sweet surrender of his own will coming so easily, now that he's been caged and plugged all day.
"Good. Now turn over. I want you on your hands and knees," Louis says, kissing Bradley one more time before he lets him go, lets him obey the order given.
Bradley's starting to move even before Louis lets him go, squirming carefully over onto his front and lifting up to his hands and knees. God it feels good, SO good, finally he can see the end of the tease and tempting that Louis has been working him up with. His hole flutters around the plug, eager, and he rocks his hips, instinctive, even though his soft cock can't get any friction that way. With a little whimper he spreads his knees wider and drops his forehead down to his crossed wrists, already panting for air.
"Can you imagine if your fans could see you like this?" Louis says, opening his jeans and freeing his cock, the head rubbed all around the base of the plug.
Bradley quivers at the thought, whimpering low in his throat as his back arches into a deeper curve. His skin is so sensitive that he can feel the slick wetness at the tip of Louis's cock, the way it slicks across the strained, sore skin of his hole, still stretched around the plug. The thought of people seeing him like this; on his hands and knees, plugged and caged, spreading himself for the cock he's dying for, it shocks through his mind and pushes him deeper into subspace. His eyes flutter almost-closed and he licks his lips, struggling to keep his breathing steady.
"If they could see you, ass in the air," Louis continues, twisting the plug out of Bradley, a low groan spilling from him at the sight. "Your hole open and gaping - begging to be filled."
After having the plug in for so long, it's almost painful to be so empty, and Bradley can't speak, just moans as the plug is pulled free. His hole quivers again, muscle trying to close but too stretched and loose, for all that it's still raw and sore from their earlier sex. His hips hitch up and back, a wordless plea for Louis to fill him up again.
"Not yet, boy," Louis says, rubbing his cock around Bradley's hole. "I want to hear you beg."
Bradley can't even think in real words, but he strains to obey anyway. "Plleeeease..." he moans, long and drawn out, whole body shivering as his head drops down to his arms again. "Ohmy...oh please..." Even without his cock being hard, he can't remember arousal like this, not ever. It's like his bones are on fire, every muscle straining to reach something he doesn't even know how to name.
He should be used to this, impervious, but it's Bradley, his boy, and that makes all the difference. Louis lines up and shoves in, hard, bottoming out on the first thrust, his hands on Bradley's hips, gripping tight, making certain he can't go anywhere.
Louis pushing into him, hard and fast and merciless, has Bradley screaming against his own arm, muffling the sound but unable to stop. His skin is still raw and sore, even stretched, and only the leftover lube from the plug is easing Louis's way. The pain rides up his spine like lightning, straight to his brain, the endorphin rush kicking in so hard he goes dizzy and lightheaded for a long moment. He can feel his own pulse where Louis is stretching him open, and he melts, totally supplicant and open and waiting.
The way Bradley submits so completely is one of the hottest things ever as far as Louis is concerned. He's never met another boy who surrenders quite like this and it feeds into Louis's darkest desires, his fingers tightening on Bradley's hips, nails digging crescent moons in his skin, as fucks his cock into Bradley's already battered hole until his whole body aches with the force behind his thrusts.
Bradley can't remember ever being fucked so hard, not even by Louis, not ever. Every hard shove bottoms Louis's cock out in his body, rocking him forward and back with their force, and all he can do is take it. Breathe and cry out and let the pain push him deeper and deeper into headspace, every nerve ending singing with it. Being unable to get hard makes everything sharper and deeper and more intense, so much so that he feels like his whole body might just fly apart with the power of it.
Mon dieu. Louis slams in, again and again, riding his boy until he can't hold out any longer and comes, hard, filling Bradley completely with hot heavy spurts.
Feeling Louis tense, his body thrusts going faster and deeper, Bradley manages to brace himself, panting, holding steady as Louis comes inside him. He's never felt so cherished, so treasured, and the deep, honeyed peace of subspace locks into his mind; he gasps with the pleasure of it. He's smiling, drifting, almost outside himself, as Louis's come slicks the final pushes of his cock into Bradley, easing the searing pain of his raw hole.
Shuddering hard, Louis keeps himself buried deep, caressing Bradley's hips and lower back. "Good boy," he murmurs. "Si bon pour moi."
The petting is like a balm, and Bradley eases down a little more. His arse is on fire, his cock an aching misery in its cage, but he feels so far away from that. He's practically glowing, his whole being just radiating pleasure and contentment, fulfillment, as Louis's weight and warmth surrounds him. The words filter in, and he smiles, tipping his head to the side a little, eyes still closed, hoping for a kiss.
"Is this what you want?" Louis murmurs, draping himself over Bradley's back and dipping down for a kiss, his lips pressed to his boy's, tongue teasing softly into his mouth.
"Mmmhmm," Bradley affirms in a hum, still non-verbal, still only able to keep his eyes open half-way. He's high as a kite, still, flying free, and Louis's kiss is delicious and perfect and everything he was craving. He strokes their tongues together, the pleasure of the kiss easing some of the pain that's still firing through him every time Louis's weight shifts.
Louis continues kissing Bradley, easing himself out of his boy's hole and gracefully collapsing them to the ground, the thick blanket feeling good underneath them.
It's even better than his fantasy; the cool breeze is wonderful against his sweaty skin, the sunlight is warm and bright over them, and it's like they're the only people in the world. The sweet, drugging kisses go on and on, and Bradley rides the moment, letting it sweep him away.
"Are you hungry at all?" Louis whispers finally, tucking a stray strand of gold behind Bradley's ear and pressing another soft kiss to the side of his boy's neck.
Bradley can't stop smiling, still feeling like warm syrup under the sun and Louis's warmth and kisses. He shakes his head, turning his cheek into Louis's palm. "Not yet," he finally drags up from somewhere, the words feeling dry and unfamiliar on his tongue. "Let's just live on sex and sunshine forever."
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louis_garneau: A very good morning, completedFollows Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
Players Only.
Louis motions for Bradley to lead the way and locks up behind them. His car is parked close by and Louis slides the basket into the trunk. He pulls out of the garage and onto the main street, sighing at the number of trucks and cars in front of them. "I think I'll take the back way out of town," he remarks, turning at the next side street.
Settling himself gingerly in his seat, Bradley gets his seatbelt on and only squirms a little as Louis takes a few sharp turns, rocking him--and the plug inside him--every time. He knows he's probably still flushed, but he's letting himself relax a little more, let go of things, and he is slowly growing accustomed to the low, frustrated burn of heat in his pelvis, the way it focuses his mind inward and on Louis. "Wish I'd brought my camera," he muses, looking out at the scenery as they finally make their way out of town.
"You can use my iPhone if you want," Louis offers. He knows it's not the same but it beats not having any pictures and he should have reminded Bradley before they left.
"Cheers, but that's all right. It's rather nice getting to look without a camera in front of my face," Bradley admits with a smile. "Sometimes I'm thinking about the shot so much I forget to appreciate what I'm seeing. We can always come back another time, yeah?"
"Of course," Louis says, reaching over to give Bradley's thigh a squeeze. "And I know what you mean. When I was in China, instead of walking along the wall and just experiencing it, people had their videocameras pasted to their eyes. I doubt they saw anything except through that lens."
"I try not to get that caught up in it," Bradley agrees, putting his hand over Louis's, lacing their fingers together. Still touch-hungry, like he's starving for it. "It's easy to do, though, chasing that perfect shot, and I'm still a beginner, mostly. I take a whole arse-load of pictures, and hope a few of them come out right!"
Louis looks over. "You're being modest," he says. "I've seen your pictures. I'm sure a lot more than a few come out right."
A flush of pleasure warms Bradley's cheeks at the praise. "You've not seen the ones I've binned, looking for the ones that come out looking good," he teases a little. "It could be stacks and stacks. Sometimes it IS stacks and stacks. The more I practice, the better it gets, though."
"What about going digital?" Louis asks. "There are some amazing digital SLRs available these days and most professional photographers have switched over."
"Oh, I've one of each," Bradley assures him. "Nothing too fancy, but my digital is in my bag, back at your flat. I like the feel of film for outdoor shooting, but I go back and forth, depending." He looks around, noting the changing scenery. "Where exactly *is* this picnic spot of yours?"
"You'll see. We're getting there," Louis answers with a soft laugh.
"Tell me at least that we're going somewhere nice and private," Bradley begs, face pinking up as he imagines trying to act normal, blood still at a low burn after all the torture and teasing of the day so far.
"Fairly private," Louis says with a smile, easing his hand from Bradley's and sliding it further up his thigh.
Bradley moans and laughs at the same time, shaking his head. "You're never going to stop teasing, are you? Never?" He shivers as those long, clever fingers stroke the inside of his thigh, so close.
"Would you like me to?" Louis asks, glancing over at Bradley, his fingers dancing over the cage.
Pressure against the cage is strange; his cock moves, but he can't feel any sensation on it directly. Still, even that little bit of stimulation has his head rocking back against the seat as his eyes flutter closed. "No," he says, keeping his voice steady only through massive effort. "N-no, I like it when you tease."
"Good, but here we are," Louis says, pulling into a gravel driveway. "So you have a momentary reprieve."
Curiosity drives Bradley out of the car as soon as it's parked, and he grabs a few of the bags before closing and locking the car door. It's entirely deserted, with an old stone farmhouse on one side of the drive, and a barn on the other; all incredibly picturesque, and he can't wait to see where they're going. "Hurry up, I'm hungry," he teases Louis over his shoulder with a grin.
"Says the boy who wouldn't even let me buy pastries," Louis says, a clear sparkle in his eye.
"Bad for the waistline," Bradley reproves, patting his flat belly as he stares eagerly around, taking it all in as he walks. "Anyway, we've more than enough food for DAYS, really, even without the pastries." Not to mention that his nerves are thrumming at such a high pitch, he can't imagine eating more than a few bites; his mind is on a whole different kind of hunger.
Louis laughs. "That's what you think," he says, as they round the corner of the house, the whole valley lying before them. "A few hours in this air and you'll be ready to inhale everything in our basket."
"Oh wow." Bradley stops short, eyes going wide as he takes in the vista spread out before them. The valley stretches out long, a patchwork of trees and colors and all topped with the brilliant blue of the sky. For a long moment, he doesn't think of anything at all, not the cage, or Louis, or the picnic, or anything but soaking in the view. "Wow," he repeats, a little weakly, lost for words.
"It does have that effect, doesn't it?" Luke says, taking the sight in through new eyes despite having seen it a hundred times before.
"It's spectacular," Bradley nods, finally tearing his eyes away, looking around the small cleared space. His eyes slide over Louis, his soft smile, the way his shoulders settle and relax as he gazes around, and Bradley finds himself smiling too, just to see his Sir so comfortable and at ease.
"This land belongs to my family," Louis continues, setting down the basket and taking the blanket from Bradley. "It's been ours for hundreds of years."
Bradley keeps smiling, even as he settles gingerly on the blanket that Louis shakes out onto the grassy hill, sighing a bit with relief as he finds a position where nothing is prodding or rubbing too hard. ""The whole valley?" he asks, looking out, amazed. "The whole VALLEY is yours?"
"No, not the entire valley, but this part up here with the farmhouse and along this ridge," Louis says, settling on his knees in front of the basket, "and a large part of the valley as well. Along the river there, and where that huge patch of green is."
"Nice," Bradley admires, eyes sweeping over the valley once more before returning to Louis. "So, if this is private property...we really haven't any worries about being interrupted," he realizes. He remembers telling Louis about wishing to do it outside, and his voice wavers a little on the last word, heat rushing through him yet again.
"No, not a one," Louis says, setting the basket aside and stretching out on the blanket, a finger crooked at Bradley, beckoning him closer.
Letting out a breath of relief--he feels like they've been spending far too much time today not touching!-- Bradley goes to Louis's side, eager and quick.
Sliding a hand down Bradley's back, Louis pulls him in close, kissing him thoroughly, tongue exploring every inch of his mouth.
"Mmmmm." Bradley melts into Louis's hands, his kiss, forgetting about the incredible view and the food in the basket, forgetting about everything except the way Louis's tongue feels, the way he tastes. That big hand on his back holds him tight, and Bradley squirms even closer, wanting as much contact as he can get.
"Are you sure you want this?" Louis murmurs, kissing his way down Bradley's throat. "When you're not going to come and it's only going to sharpen that edge, that ache you're already feeling?"
"Would it please you?" Bradley asks, a little breathless. His own body is secondary right now; knowing that Louis would be finding pleasure in him, using him that way, send a deep shiver all the way down his spine. "Do you want this?"
"Very much so," Louis answers, already pushing Bradley's shirt up, his hand warm on his stomach, stroking over his skin, fingers working his nipples to rigid peaks as he keeps kissing him.
"God," Bradley gasps, arching up, as the cool outside air blows across his belly, contrasting with the heat of Louis's fingers as they play with his nipples. He's tilted sideways into Louis's hold, and scrambles around a little, getting into a more comfortable position resting on his knees, his arm around Louis's neck holding him up. His cock throbs, aching, frustratingly soft, and that just makes it all better and more intense, and he's going to forget to breathe, here, in a second.
"Dirty boy," Louis whispers, sliding his hand downward, between Bradley's legs. Over and around the cage. "Take your clothes off."
Air stuttering in his throat, Bradley hurries to obey. His fingers fumble on the hem of his own shirt, but he skins out of his trousers quickly enough. Fresh air and sunlight on his skin, just as in his fantasy, and even though he feels incredibly exposed, naked, bare to the world, Louis's broad shoulders above him and his hands on Bradley's skin ground him, make him feel safe. Subspace takes him down hard and fast, and he can practically feel his thoughts slow, ease, the syrup-sweet surrender of his own will coming so easily, now that he's been caged and plugged all day.
"Good. Now turn over. I want you on your hands and knees," Louis says, kissing Bradley one more time before he lets him go, lets him obey the order given.
Bradley's starting to move even before Louis lets him go, squirming carefully over onto his front and lifting up to his hands and knees. God it feels good, SO good, finally he can see the end of the tease and tempting that Louis has been working him up with. His hole flutters around the plug, eager, and he rocks his hips, instinctive, even though his soft cock can't get any friction that way. With a little whimper he spreads his knees wider and drops his forehead down to his crossed wrists, already panting for air.
"Can you imagine if your fans could see you like this?" Louis says, opening his jeans and freeing his cock, the head rubbed all around the base of the plug.
Bradley quivers at the thought, whimpering low in his throat as his back arches into a deeper curve. His skin is so sensitive that he can feel the slick wetness at the tip of Louis's cock, the way it slicks across the strained, sore skin of his hole, still stretched around the plug. The thought of people seeing him like this; on his hands and knees, plugged and caged, spreading himself for the cock he's dying for, it shocks through his mind and pushes him deeper into subspace. His eyes flutter almost-closed and he licks his lips, struggling to keep his breathing steady.
"If they could see you, ass in the air," Louis continues, twisting the plug out of Bradley, a low groan spilling from him at the sight. "Your hole open and gaping - begging to be filled."
After having the plug in for so long, it's almost painful to be so empty, and Bradley can't speak, just moans as the plug is pulled free. His hole quivers again, muscle trying to close but too stretched and loose, for all that it's still raw and sore from their earlier sex. His hips hitch up and back, a wordless plea for Louis to fill him up again.
"Not yet, boy," Louis says, rubbing his cock around Bradley's hole. "I want to hear you beg."
Bradley can't even think in real words, but he strains to obey anyway. "Plleeeease..." he moans, long and drawn out, whole body shivering as his head drops down to his arms again. "Ohmy...oh please..." Even without his cock being hard, he can't remember arousal like this, not ever. It's like his bones are on fire, every muscle straining to reach something he doesn't even know how to name.
He should be used to this, impervious, but it's Bradley, his boy, and that makes all the difference. Louis lines up and shoves in, hard, bottoming out on the first thrust, his hands on Bradley's hips, gripping tight, making certain he can't go anywhere.
Louis pushing into him, hard and fast and merciless, has Bradley screaming against his own arm, muffling the sound but unable to stop. His skin is still raw and sore, even stretched, and only the leftover lube from the plug is easing Louis's way. The pain rides up his spine like lightning, straight to his brain, the endorphin rush kicking in so hard he goes dizzy and lightheaded for a long moment. He can feel his own pulse where Louis is stretching him open, and he melts, totally supplicant and open and waiting.
The way Bradley submits so completely is one of the hottest things ever as far as Louis is concerned. He's never met another boy who surrenders quite like this and it feeds into Louis's darkest desires, his fingers tightening on Bradley's hips, nails digging crescent moons in his skin, as fucks his cock into Bradley's already battered hole until his whole body aches with the force behind his thrusts.
Bradley can't remember ever being fucked so hard, not even by Louis, not ever. Every hard shove bottoms Louis's cock out in his body, rocking him forward and back with their force, and all he can do is take it. Breathe and cry out and let the pain push him deeper and deeper into headspace, every nerve ending singing with it. Being unable to get hard makes everything sharper and deeper and more intense, so much so that he feels like his whole body might just fly apart with the power of it.
Mon dieu. Louis slams in, again and again, riding his boy until he can't hold out any longer and comes, hard, filling Bradley completely with hot heavy spurts.
Feeling Louis tense, his body thrusts going faster and deeper, Bradley manages to brace himself, panting, holding steady as Louis comes inside him. He's never felt so cherished, so treasured, and the deep, honeyed peace of subspace locks into his mind; he gasps with the pleasure of it. He's smiling, drifting, almost outside himself, as Louis's come slicks the final pushes of his cock into Bradley, easing the searing pain of his raw hole.
Shuddering hard, Louis keeps himself buried deep, caressing Bradley's hips and lower back. "Good boy," he murmurs. "Si bon pour moi."
The petting is like a balm, and Bradley eases down a little more. His arse is on fire, his cock an aching misery in its cage, but he feels so far away from that. He's practically glowing, his whole being just radiating pleasure and contentment, fulfillment, as Louis's weight and warmth surrounds him. The words filter in, and he smiles, tipping his head to the side a little, eyes still closed, hoping for a kiss.
"Is this what you want?" Louis murmurs, draping himself over Bradley's back and dipping down for a kiss, his lips pressed to his boy's, tongue teasing softly into his mouth.
"Mmmhmm," Bradley affirms in a hum, still non-verbal, still only able to keep his eyes open half-way. He's high as a kite, still, flying free, and Louis's kiss is delicious and perfect and everything he was craving. He strokes their tongues together, the pleasure of the kiss easing some of the pain that's still firing through him every time Louis's weight shifts.
Louis continues kissing Bradley, easing himself out of his boy's hole and gracefully collapsing them to the ground, the thick blanket feeling good underneath them.
It's even better than his fantasy; the cool breeze is wonderful against his sweaty skin, the sunlight is warm and bright over them, and it's like they're the only people in the world. The sweet, drugging kisses go on and on, and Bradley rides the moment, letting it sweep him away.
"Are you hungry at all?" Louis whispers finally, tucking a stray strand of gold behind Bradley's ear and pressing another soft kiss to the side of his boy's neck.
Bradley can't stop smiling, still feeling like warm syrup under the sun and Louis's warmth and kisses. He shakes his head, turning his cheek into Louis's palm. "Not yet," he finally drags up from somewhere, the words feeling dry and unfamiliar on his tongue. "Let's just live on sex and sunshine forever."
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