You're pretty damn sure that Taliesin knows where you want this to end, and he only confirms as much when you've lifted off of him and made a move to stretch out on your back by pouncing on you as soon as you're halfway there. The warm solidity of his body atop yours is everything.
Then he slides back into you and you realize that no, this is everything.
His mouth descends upon yours as he begins to move in you once more and you return the kiss, eyelashes fluttering half closed and then opening again to meet his gaze. You're used to closing your eyes when you kiss but there's something too ethereal and compelling about the look in his eyes that means you can't look away.
Both of you are very much done with slow and soft. Taliesin's hands pin your wrists to the bed, squeezing just beyond the point of playfulness, and he grins when that makes you buck up under him.
"That's it, darling," he murmurs, mouth moving to the side of your neck and leaving a mark where neither your cosplay nor your skin tone is entirely going to conceal it. "Are you afraid of the big bad fey lord?"
"No." You want to bite him in return, settle for wrapping your arms and legs around him. "I knew what you were when I picked you up."
"Good girl."
Neither of you make much more in the way of coherent words after that, because the talking is fun but it's also distracting you both from what your most basic of instincts is right now telling you is the more important activity. He does gasp out a few more endearments but it's delightful to know that you're having as big an effect on him as he is on you.
Your name on his lips when he at last comes really does sound as though it's in some wild magical language. You don't know how your answering cry sounds to him, but it doesn't matter, it's all lost in sensation. Your whole body trembles with the strength of your orgasm and you cling tight to him because, as unreal as this all seems, he's the only thing keeping you grounded.
He's sweetly solicitous afterward, washing your back in the shower (it is crowded; neither of you care), kissing you over and over as he dries you off and helps you reassemble your costume.
You're just adjusting your array of necklaces, only half-heartedly attempting to hide the hickey on your neck, when Taliesin nudges the back of your hand with a little bottle.
"Here's a mark you can leave on me, if you like."
~~~
Later, you're in a room packed with Critters, sure you can still smell him on you despite the shower. The room is full, you're not that close to the front, but you still see it when he walks out and waves to the audience: the light glinting off the gold tips of his purple-painted nails, matching your own fingernails where they're clasped in your lap.
The hickey will fade and the polish will chip, but the memory will stay.
Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 6/6
Then he slides back into you and you realize that no, this is everything.
His mouth descends upon yours as he begins to move in you once more and you return the kiss, eyelashes fluttering half closed and then opening again to meet his gaze. You're used to closing your eyes when you kiss but there's something too ethereal and compelling about the look in his eyes that means you can't look away.
Both of you are very much done with slow and soft. Taliesin's hands pin your wrists to the bed, squeezing just beyond the point of playfulness, and he grins when that makes you buck up under him.
"That's it, darling," he murmurs, mouth moving to the side of your neck and leaving a mark where neither your cosplay nor your skin tone is entirely going to conceal it. "Are you afraid of the big bad fey lord?"
"No." You want to bite him in return, settle for wrapping your arms and legs around him. "I knew what you were when I picked you up."
"Good girl."
Neither of you make much more in the way of coherent words after that, because the talking is fun but it's also distracting you both from what your most basic of instincts is right now telling you is the more important activity. He does gasp out a few more endearments but it's delightful to know that you're having as big an effect on him as he is on you.
Your name on his lips when he at last comes really does sound as though it's in some wild magical language. You don't know how your answering cry sounds to him, but it doesn't matter, it's all lost in sensation. Your whole body trembles with the strength of your orgasm and you cling tight to him because, as unreal as this all seems, he's the only thing keeping you grounded.
He's sweetly solicitous afterward, washing your back in the shower (it is crowded; neither of you care), kissing you over and over as he dries you off and helps you reassemble your costume.
You're just adjusting your array of necklaces, only half-heartedly attempting to hide the hickey on your neck, when Taliesin nudges the back of your hand with a little bottle.
"Here's a mark you can leave on me, if you like."
~~~
Later, you're in a room packed with Critters, sure you can still smell him on you despite the shower. The room is full, you're not that close to the front, but you still see it when he walks out and waves to the audience: the light glinting off the gold tips of his purple-painted nails, matching your own fingernails where they're clasped in your lap.
The hickey will fade and the polish will chip, but the memory will stay.