Title: preparation for next time
Rating: M
Fandom: Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
Relationship: Ephraim/Innes
Wordcount: 950
Short summary: While Ephraim receives a back massage, Innes proposes that they could do more next time, if Ephraim learns how to sit properly through his meetings.
Ephraim lays on the bed belly-first, naked and straddled by his wonderful husband. This would ideally be the prelude to a very pleasurable situation, and it’s not that Innes’ hands don’t feel good on his back, but instead of foreplay, Innes’ hands are currently working out all the hard knots in Ephraim’s muscles. And Ephraim can’t help but bite into the blanket to keep his voice down.
Meanwhile Innes does not sound pleased either. “Do you not know how to sit properly?” he grumbles as he digs his knuckles against another knot halfway down Ephraim’s back.
Ephraim grimaces. “I do, it’s just…” He exhales, pushing air out and feeling just how effective Innes’ massages have been so far. “Those meetings are so long…” he whines.
“Then train yourself to withstand them,” Innes replies without sympathy. His hands have moved lower again towards Ephraim’s buttocks.
“That’s not as fun as… you know…” Having Innes’ hands on his buttocks, massaging them and nudging them apart, before working on that place between his legs…
Ephraim nearly chokes as he shakes that thought aside. No, after the massage likely they would only have time for a bath and a little cuddling before going to bed. It’s cruel how much time these meetings take compared to these private moments…
“You wish for me to train you, then.” Innes states this as he digs against one last knot, one that causes Ephraim to reflexively arch in response. Innes lightly pushes Ephraim back down onto the bed. “In proper posture.”
“Well, not exactly…”
“Or do you need motivation?” Innes’ breath is hot against Ephraim’s skin and it only makes Ephraim want to squirm more, but he is still being bracketed by Innes’ body, a body that has too many clothes on right now.
“Innes…”
Innes plants a light kiss against Ephraim’s lower back before withdrawing. Ephraim rolls onto his side after he hears Innes’ feet touch the floor; he looks up at his husband who has a wicked smile. Ephraim is not sure he’s going to like what Innes will say next.
“If you can show me how to ‘properly’ sit in a chair…” Innes moves the chair from the desk closer to the bed. “I will give you a ‘reward’.”
“A reward?”
Innes starts to lift the bottom hem of his tunic. He pauses after only a few centimeters. “A reward.”
Ephraim needs no more explanation to scramble to the chair. It’s awkward to sit in it naked, but the goal is to get Innes to give a strip show. He will sit in this chair properly for his reward!
“Straighter. Yes.” Innes watches Ephraim with sharp eyes, watching for every little twitch of Ephraim’s muscles, any change in posture. “Good. Keep it up.”
Ephraim belatedly realizes that this is actually more torturous than sitting properly at a meeting. Innes pulls up his tunic so slowly. Especially once the hem begins to be lifted over Innes’ torso, Ephraim has to fight his desire to reach out and touch that skin. Any little bit of forward movement by Ephraim makes Innes pause, only delaying Ephraim’s reward further. Ephraim finds his hands gripping his thighs and his tongue licking his lips as the only ways to cope until the tunic has been pulled over Innes’ head.
Finally. Ephraim exhales loudly. Finally he can go touch Innes and…
“Do you not want me to remove my pants?”
Okay, Ephraim will endure. He bites his lip while watching the pants and underwear slowly slide down those hips, those muscular thighs, finally the calves…
“Good job, Ephraim. You can sit properly after all.” Innes smiles as he takes a step closer, stepping out of the pants and underwear now left in a pile on the floor.
“Innes.” Ephraim lurches forward. He grabs Innes, pulls Innes down so that he is back in the chair and Innes is in his lap. Then he goes in for a dominating kiss. “My reward,” he says as he claims every bit of Innes’ mouth he can.
They are supposed to be heading to the bath and then getting ready for sleep, and Innes’ strip show only has delayed them further. But Ephraim does not care about any of that. He will suffer a little sleep deprivation for an Innes that all his to kiss, to touch, to feel, to have…
“Ephraim… The bed… more…”
Ephraim’s response is to toss Innes onto the bed. Not more than a second later he is on top of Innes, continuing his deep mouth kisses while reaching for Innes’ cock. He wraps his left hand around his and Innes’ cocks and begins stroking. Ephraim needs this and he knows Innes needs this too, based on how firmly Innes grips onto Ephraim’s shoulders.
“Ah! Hah… Ephraim! More! Faster!”
Words slip out of Innes’ mouth as Ephraim pumps them faster. They likely won’t have time for intercourse – Innes will not let them forego that much sleep – so this release will have to be enough for now. When Ephraim properly sits through a meeting and does not require a massage…
“Hah, hah… Innes… come… for me…”
“Nnn… don’t… ah… just say… mmph…”
Ephraim manages to capture Innes’ mouth before they both release, swallowing the moans that would have echoed throughout the room. He feels his body sag and collapse on top of Innes’; for a moment they just lay there, sated. Then Innes uses his hands to push Ephraim upright.
“Bath, now.”
“Yes.”
That’s all the fun they can have tonight. However… Ephraim smiles to himself as he wipes the cum off his chest with a towel. No series of boring meetings will prevent him from getting want he really wants next time.