Louis Garneau

players only. backdated. takes place the morning after Louis gives Bradley a welcome gift.



For the longest time, Bradley drifts between sleep and wakefulness. He's warm, all curled under the softest of blankets; he's at Louis's flat, then, he thinks sleepily. He can feel Louis spooned behind him, the steady cadence of his breathing almost enough to lull Bradley back to sleep, but the light streaming in the windows is too much to let him properly fall back into slumber.

And there's something different about today, he ponders, still muzzy with sleep. Something's changed, and there's...his eyes fly open. He's living here now. He's moved in, really moved in, and this isn't just Louis's flat, it's THEIR flat. Before he can even wake up fully, he feels himself start to smile.

Feeling Bradley shift against him, Louis slowly wakes. Nuzzles the back of Bradley's shoulders and neck, testing whether his lover is actually awake too.

The soft scratch of Louis's stubble against the back of his neck is delicious, Bradley thinks, and stretches luxuriously, his knees popping a bit as he reaches for the foot of the bed--THEIR bed--with his toes. He's still smiling when he turns his head to see how awake Louis really is. Those sleepy brown eyes are so gorgeous when he meets them, he can't help but kiss Louis's nose, despite the awkward angle.

"Morning. Flatmate," he smiles, pulling away from the soft kiss.

Louis chuckles. "That's right. This is our place now," he says, kissing the corner of Bradley's mouth. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept like I was dead," Bradley admits, letting himself relax back, roll over, enjoy Louis's touches and kisses. "Who knew wearing a dress would be so tiring? Dunno how the girls do it every day like they do," he grins.

"You think it was the dress part that was so tiring?" Louis says with a small smile, looking up from where he's licking at Bradley's nipple.

"I was kidding," Bradley tries for a dignified tone, but it comes out all squeaky as Louis's clever tongue teases his nipple into a stiff point, the warm wet of his mouth contrasting with the cool air of the room as he moves his head to speak.

"Mm-hm." Louis moves lower, trailing a path of kisses down Bradley's stomach.

"You're obviously...oh god...you're obviously feeling energetic this morning," Bradley babbles a bit inanely, spreading out on his back like a starfish, letting Louis have as much room as he'd like, to play with.

Louis chuckles. "I didn't come last night," he points out, amused, flicking his tongue over the head of Bradley's cock.

That gets an answering chuckle out of Bradley. "And whose fault is it that I was in a coma, hmm?" He shivers all over, skin breaking out in goosebumps at the delicate, warm, wet touch on the sensitive head of his cock, now stiff enough that the crown is showing, a little fluid pearling at the tip. He strokes a careful hand through Louis's hair, the smooth dark strands cool between his fingers. God, he's a total goner for this man.

That gets another laugh and Louis shifts, pushing Bradley's legs up and kneeling between them. "I'll be gentle," he says, reaching for the nightstand and the lube, "but I want inside you. Need to fuck you."

Spread wide and open, Bradley can feel the raw ache between his legs where Louis had fisted him the night before. He takes a deep, suddenly shivery breath, and his cock jumps against his belly.

"You don't...you don't need to be gentle," he forces out, unable to meet Louis's eyes as he lifts his knees higher. The need, the craving, is hot at the base of his spine.

"No?" Louis smiles, slicking his fingers and pushing two inside Bradley.

Mute with desire, breath coming fast in his throat, Bradley shakes his head, never looking away from Louis. Then he arches up, gasping, as those two fingers stretch his tender, sore hole.

"Sore?" Louis murmurs, his cock throbbing at the thought. His fingers curling to stroke over that bundle of nerves, fuse pleasure with pain.

"Ye-es," Bradley stutters out, breath catching halfway through the word as Louis's fingers spread, a shock of pain zinging up through his spine, even as his prostate is touched and rubbed. The pleasure and pain are almost indistinguishable; it's all good, wonderful, when it reaches his brain.

Louis smiles and strokes for a moment longer before pulling back, another layer of lube slicked over his own cock before he fits the head to Bradley's still slightly swollen hole and pushes in.

It's painful, a deep burning ache that makes Bradley's back arch, his hands fist in the bedding and his cock jump against his belly. He takes deep breaths, trying to process, get himself under control, even as Louis's cock reshapes him around itself. Even breathing seems to draw Louis deeper inside, and he's shaking with it.

Louis exhales softly, pushing deeper, sliding into his boy. "So tight," he murmurs, grasping Bradley's legs under his knees, pushing them up so he can go still deeper. Sink himself in to the hilt.

Bradley's hips are lifted entirely off the bed, and he's lined up perfectly for Louis's cock. He rocks back onto his shoulders, arching his back, taking as much of Louis as he can. It feels deeper than he's ever been before, and he's moaning through tight-clenched teeth as Louis shoves into him, stretching him, hurting him in the best way Bradley can imagine.

Rocking his hips, Louis sinks his cock into Bradley's hole again and again, his eyes flickering between his boy's face and his still red and raw-looking hole. Stretched around his swollen rigid flesh, he can only imagine how sore it must be, how much this is hurting Bradley and it only makes him harder. Makes him pound into Bradley, his thrusts quickly picking speed.

Louis is setting a brutal pace, slamming home into him over and over, his expression fiercely focused on his own pleasure. Bradley can't tear his eyes away, the feeling of being used like this overwhelming, amazing, gorgeous. The whimpers start involuntarily, small pained sounds that force their way out of his throat, growing louder as the burn gets more fierce. His abused hole is on fire, the pain zinging through him more powerfully than any pleasure, even as tears start in his eyes and the whimpers turn to cries.

Mon dieu. Every whimper, every cry, only fuels the fire. Louis leans forward, bracing his hands against the headboard and fucks Bradley even harder, holding nothing back now as he races towards the edge.

Even with his breath coming in hitching half-sobs, Bradley's eyes stay open, locked on Louis's face, his own teeth clenched tight to hold back the screams. Every thrust is shoving his whole body up, now, Louis's hips working him hard. It's the harshest, most brutal fuck he's ever endured, and his whole body is singing with it, adrenaline pushing him deeper and deeper into subspace. He wonders if Louis will make him bleed. Hopes he does, hopes he marks him, claims him with blood and sweat and come and tears. He feels totally owned, totally safe, even as he gives in and cries out, shattered by a thrust that goes so deep he can feel it all over his body.

That cry shoves him over the edge and Louis comes, fucking Bradley even harder as he rides him through every last aftershock, body stilling only when he's emptied every last drop into his boy's battered hole.

Louis's body hammering into him, the shudders wracking down his big body, the knowledge that he's coming inside Bradley's body like this, shocks him out of the haze of pain and pleasure he's lost in, and Bradley blinks tear-clumped lashes, refocusing on Louis's face as his body slowly stills. He's still buried deep in Bradley, his cock like a burning brand inside him, and Bradley's still whimpering quietly, though he gets his arms up around Louis's neck to cling close to him. His own cock is hard, stiff and leaking where it's trapped between their bodies.

"Good boy," Louis whispers, draping himself over Bradley, soft kisses pressed to the side of his throat. Such a contrast to the brutality of only a moment ago. "My good boy," he whispers.

Bradley pants against Louis's throat. He's still so hard it hurts, his hole is burning, he's wrecked and gone to pieces. So far down in subspace all he can do is breathe, and wait for Louis to tell him what to do, his mind floating free of his aching, pleasure-soaked body, calm and submissive and utterly content at hearing those words of praise.

Easing out, Louis shifts to lie beside Bradley, pulling him into his arms. He kisses him softly, again and again, waiting for his boy to come back up. "When you're ready we can shower and have some breakfast, go out to the market..." he says, talking simply so Bradley can hear his voice. Anchor himself.

Slowly, slowly, Bradley comes back up towards reality. Not fully, not when his cock is a fierce, cramping ache of want, and he can feel his own pulse in the raw, swollen muscles of his hole. He lets out a little stuttering breath, nearly a sob, when he realizes he won't be permitted to come. It's relief and gratitude and more desire, all tangled. "Hurts," he moans, meaning all of it.

Louis nods. "I know," he says softly, kissing the top of Bradley's head. "When it's gone down, I'll put you in the cage for the rest for weekend."

Bradley shudders at the pleasure of that, a full-body shiver that even prickles his scalp. He nods mutely, face tight against the crook of Louis's shoulder. Imagining what Louis might do to him while he's in the cage isn't helping his erection subside at all, though his breathing is steadying, his heartrate calming down. "And, you'll still shag me? With the cage on?" He wants to be sure.

"Mais oui," Louis murmurs, sliding his hand over Bradley's hip, all too close to his still-hard cock. "Again and again."

Bradley's hips twist helplessly as Louis's hand comes so close to his erection but never touches. Then he whimpers and goes still when the motion catches his aching inner muscles, the pain going straight up his spine. The idea of Louis fucking him over and over, using his raw, sore hole as brutally as he likes...Bradley's shivering again, this time from sheer desire.

"You like the sound of that, do you?" Louis smiles. "Like the thought of me hurting you, fucking you, emptying my cock into you over and over... maybe I should push a plug into you each time, after. Make you hold everything inside..."

"A-a whole day's worth..." Bradley can't even wrap his mind round it, rocks his hips again, cock still as stiff and painful as when they'd ended. "Wouldn't need lube," he hums against Louis's shoulder. His own come would be slick inside Bradley.

Louis smiles. If he keeps going, Bradley's never going to come up or his cock go down. "Let's go have our shower," he says softly, kissing Bradley on the top of his head again.

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