He wanted it, he needed it, he wouldn't know what he would do if Arthur suddenly decided he didn't want it. He was panting against his shoulder, the feeling of Arthur's grip on him freeing him from whatever inhibitions he still clung to. Then Arthur's lips were on his, and he was saying alright, and then—and thank Merlin for it—Arthur took the lead instead of continuing the game of back-and-forth.
Valerian had always liked to remain in control, but he quickly found that this was the best possible way to lose control. He squirmed and withered and moaned under Arthur's touch, not sure where to put his hands but also knowing that he didn't need to put them anywhere, because Arthur clearly knew what he was doing even if Valerian was still unsure of some of the specifics. The sensations that followed were nothing Valerian could have expected—nothing he could have ever imagined. He gasped as Arthur entered him, his whole body stiffening up at the sudden intrusion, but the kiss to his shoulder was a silent reassurance, and after a moment Valerian allowed himself to relax.
"Okay. Definitely okay. Keep... keep going," he rasped, his forehead pressed against the pillow. And Arthur did. He wasn't sure how long it lasted. He could only remember the sensations and the noises coming from Arthur, and finally the way his body had tensed up and his release came. It couldn't have lasted long, he decided—Valerian had never lasted very long, not on his own, at least—but by the time Arthur pulled out and laid down beside him it was all he could do to keep his eyes open. He'd never thought himself the affectionate sort, but in the moment he found himself wiggling himself backwards until his skin came in contact with his cousin's. He was warm, comforting. He remained silent, too tired (and a little embarrassed) to say anything.
Valerian had always liked to remain in control, but he quickly found that this was the best possible way to lose control. He squirmed and withered and moaned under Arthur's touch, not sure where to put his hands but also knowing that he didn't need to put them anywhere, because Arthur clearly knew what he was doing even if Valerian was still unsure of some of the specifics. The sensations that followed were nothing Valerian could have expected—nothing he could have ever imagined. He gasped as Arthur entered him, his whole body stiffening up at the sudden intrusion, but the kiss to his shoulder was a silent reassurance, and after a moment Valerian allowed himself to relax.
"Okay. Definitely okay. Keep... keep going," he rasped, his forehead pressed against the pillow. And Arthur did. He wasn't sure how long it lasted. He could only remember the sensations and the noises coming from Arthur, and finally the way his body had tensed up and his release came. It couldn't have lasted long, he decided—Valerian had never lasted very long, not on his own, at least—but by the time Arthur pulled out and laid down beside him it was all he could do to keep his eyes open. He'd never thought himself the affectionate sort, but in the moment he found himself wiggling himself backwards until his skin came in contact with his cousin's. He was warm, comforting. He remained silent, too tired (and a little embarrassed) to say anything.
