He arched, hips meeting his own, strangled breath kissed away as Decker’s heavily oiled fingers slid down, grazing over the achingly soft parts of him until he pressed against tense muscle, gentle, waiting. Laurie moved with him, hips rolling, gasping out a barely muffled curse at his first touch.
Flesh of my flesh.
“Laurie. Easy, Laurie—” Decker threaded his other hand through his curls, tugging and baring his neck to him. Gentle, long kisses soothed the strained muscles of his shoulders, drawing him closer.
Pressing, working him open, Decker tended to him and Laurie turned pliant and soft, breath relaxing to pleasure-soft, sweet sounds, until he laughed against his mouth. “Is this how it’s supposed to be?”
Decker stilled, inside him but feeling, just now, he’d touched the deepest part of Laurie. “Haven’t you?”
Laurie shook his head, throat working before he spoke. “We never—he was never slow. He would still stop when I asked, which…was often. I could never let go of my shame.”
Something pulled in Decker’s chest, the same as it did when Safine disappeared into the hills or when Cricket used to tell him about his outlaw adventures always ending in a noose.
Concern.
Ire.
Maybe protectiveness, though it was all in the past.
“Doesn’t make him a good person, Laurie,” he said quietly. “Just makes him not a complete bastard.”
Laurie’s lips twitched. “I’ve made a habit of sharing a bed with not-complete-bastar—” Decker’s fingers twisted deeper and strung him into a low groan, and his hand slipped from his back and down the dark hair of Decker’s stomach until he reached him, hard and aching. Laurie stroked, hesitant, then firm, flashing an elated smile.
You’d be the death of me if we weren’t already dead.
Decker withdrew and snatched the bottle from the floor. Laurie’s hand slicked his cock, eyes on him when Decker settled between Laurie’s thighs, the hard wood biting into his knees.
Laurie’s teeth sank into his lip as he eased closer, ankles locking behind his back.
Decker was gentle, hands splaying over muscled thighs, pressing him open with practiced reverence.
Easing forward, nudging, coaxing, Decker sank into him and Laurie tipped his head back against the pew, his hips arched towards him. His sweet, strangled groan was muffled by Decker’s mouth moving against his, distracting.
Laurie melded to him, opened to him, andgod,he was beautiful like this, every ragged breath echoing in the chapel like the hum of a choir.
Decker tasted, nipped at him, kissed him until Laurie’s body went lax. He shuddered, sinking in until hip-bones rested flush against the backs of his thighs.
“Sweet god, Laurie,” he whispered, head falling back, resting there as pleasure coiled and flared. Decker brushed a hand through his curls, across his damp temple, down to parted lips.
Long-overdue words spilled out of him, ragged and true. “I will hold you close to me and you will be my only, until you tire of me.” His hips rolled gentle, then sharp. He bit back a groan, breathy and low.
They shall be one flesh.
Laurie’s breath rushed out of him and he dragged him down, clutching at his jaw, his face, speaking like a sermon written for one. “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”
His hips moved flush,hard,needy and aching, and Laurie moved with him.
Bastardized verses fell from Laurie in a senseless jumble. “Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck—” he gasped sharply, eyes blown wide and fangs glinting as his head slammed back.
Decker tasted him, baptized in the pleasure rushing in his veins, consuming the sounds his lover made, strokes faltering against his hips. “You are my prayer not even—not even your god will hear—” he gasped feverishly, a moan curling from the back of his throat.
“My beloved is mine, and I am his—” Laurie came shaking, crying out, nails cutting half-moons and leaving raised stripes across Decker’s back.
Heat bloomed between them, sticky and sweet and filthy, and Decker’s hips rolled, snapping, faltering, wild. He shuddered, grasping at the pleasure rushing through him, lips parted and body flush against Laurie as a final tremor dragged him down
into his arms.
This is my beloved.