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Anonymous asked: I'm not sure which one to pick but I wanted to prompt you both angst and smut. Maybe you can put them together? 💖

strutplayswtnc:

Angsty smut, huh? I mean, I can try? I can’t guarantee quality, but… I’ll give it a go! 😅


The old, iron bed creaked in a steady rhythm, but thankfully there was no-one around to hear.

August sighed with pleasure as Sylvian’s lips slowly worked from their collarbone to their jaw, damp mouth kissing every inch of skin he could find, the tip of his tongue swirling over the sharp swell of their throat. Blunt nails raked across olive skin as he thrust into them, each movement working them into a frenzy, needing more of that, more of him, needing Sylvian like they needed air.

Strong, firm hands greedily kneaded the flesh of their firm thighs, currently wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him close to them, a silent plea for more, please more. He obliged, restless hands caressing their skin, their every nerve alight under his expert touch, his breath ghosting over their ear. The only light came from the slit in the curtains, moonlight falling across the small room in the tavern. Neither of them had had the patience to light any candles.

He managed to snag their wrists, pinning them above their head, their whimper of protest only making his grin widen. The way their bodies seamed together made August arch up, needing more of that contact, the heat. With their hands trapped, they couldn’t touch him anymore, which just wasn’t fair… With a wicked smile, August bit the long muscle underneath his ear.

In the dark, they couldn’t see his scar.

Sylvian went rigid, as though struck by lightning, and suddenly August remembered. Oh shit. The bite… How could I forget? Seconds passed by in silence, and they could almost hear his fight for control, to just ignore the sudden fear, the sudden memory. Then he released their wrists, pushing himself up and away from them, propped up on his hands, breathing hard. He didn’t completely withdraw, and August’s legs were still wrapped around his waist, but the sudden loss of his body heat nearly made them gasp, the room temperature seeming bitingly cold in comparison.

‘Sylvian?’ They reached up, trying to find his face, fingers brushing against his black fringe. Maybe we should have lit the candles. ‘Sylv-’

‘I’m all right,’ he said, huffing a shaky laugh. ‘That just… freaked me out a bit.’

That’s my fault. They swallowed guiltily. I did that, I forgot. They opened their mouth, intending to tell him they were sorry, but he stole the words with a hard kiss. ‘Don’t you dare,’ he growled against their mouth, the sound sending shivers skittering over their skin. ‘I don’t want an apology.’

They were trying to be patient, to be sympathetic, but they were so hard that it hurt, their hips twitching up, having to bite their lip to stifle a whimper. Sylvian noticed, of course he noticed, and he rolled his hips slowly, testing. August groaned, grasping desperately at his arms, needing more but afraid to ask now.

He grinned in the dark, leaning down to graze their bottom lip with his teeth, sucking away the sting. August’s back arched up to meet him, still not sure if they could voice their demands, but the laugh that rumbled in his chest chased away their hesitation.

‘Please, Sylva,’ they murmured, the words breaking apart on a moan as he moved again, each slow, slick glide driving them insane. They arched against him, finding his mouth in the dark, tongues a tangle of heat, before their head snapped back against the pillows, crying out at their climax hit them hard.

Pearl beads spilled over their stomach, the sight pushing Sylvian to the edge as well, groaning their name into their shoulder, fingers wound so tight into their hair. They both lay in the dark, seamed together, breathless and giddy with the feeling of each other.

Finally, Sylvian let out a contented sigh. ‘I could just fall asleep, right here.’

August was glad to see his momentary fear had passed, loving the feel of him in their arms, the muscle shifting beneath his skin. But… ‘Please don’t, you’re heavy.’

‘Oi!’ He laughed, ragged, breathless, and rolled onto his side. ‘I’m not that heavy.’ He smiled at the little pfft of amusement that August made as they snuggled against him. His hand was already in their hair, stroking gently, brushing loose strands of silk back over their shoulder. ‘Bath, then bed?’

That sounded very nice.

  22   Aug 28, 2018
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