so_far_fallen | For highpriestnarim

Aria sat in the window seat in the library and watched through the diamond patterned glass for any sign of the car. He'd been there all morning, fidgeting impatiently, anxiously waiting for his husband's return. Narim had been away on business for months and Aria had missed him terribly.

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He nodded. "I know, I'm sorry. Thank you for being so understanding..."
He carefully let his head rest on Narim's shoulder in an affectionate manner, hoping that he'd been forgiven, forgetting all too easily that he hadn't actually done anything wrong. Narim loved him, he would never hurt him unless he deserved it - perhaps his tone had been disrespectful... besides, he shouldn't have argued with him when he knew he was tired.

He let Aria rest his head against him and gently lifted a hand to settle on the back of his neck, his head turning so his nose nuzzled into his husband's hair and he took in a breath of him. "I know you will find a way to make it up to me, I have no doubt about that," he murmured into his hair before he was pulling away to go sit at his desk, before motioning to the tea on the small table in his office. "Help yourself, love."

"Thank you."
Aria first checked Narim's cup to see if it was empty, which it was, so he topped that up and brought it back to him before pouring for himself and taking a seat in the other chair.

Narim looked down briefly at the cup of tea and then across his desk at Aria. "Now what did you say earlier about a proper kiss?" He smirked, clearly his mood changing into something very different as he pushed his chair back and patted his lap.

He went to his lap and sat down carefully, putting his arms loosely about Narim's neck.
"I've been aching to kiss you again since you left."

"Is that so?" He asked, tilting his head as he ran his fingertips over the cheek that was hit not long ago. "Than kiss me," he whispered.

It only proved how accustomed Aria was to a bruised face when he managed not to react to the pain of Narim touching his struck cheek.

He leant forward and pressed a soft, slow, but very tender kiss to Narim's mouth.

Narim should've been more caring to the fact of Aria's cheek, but he wasn't and he cupped the cheek as he pressed into the kiss, murmuring against his husband's lips. "This does not feel like the kiss of someone who missed me."

Aria hadn't wanted to be too presumptuous with the kiss, but now he deepened it and kissed him harder, with more passion and need. His cheek hurt like hell but he did a good job of seeming to ignore it.

He thought to himself that was more like it, that felt more like a kiss from someone that had missed him, not some feeble little kiss, but one of passion. He groaned, nipping at the other's bottom lip as his free hand came down to tightly grip his hips while the one on his cheek went into his hair.

He broke the kiss, but only to trail smaller kisses along Narim's jaw and then down his neck. "I love you..." he breathed.

"I love you, too," he whispered and in his own twisted way, he really did love Aria and if someone else were to hurt him, they would be dead in mere hours, hung for anyone else to see what happened if they touched his husband. If only he were so caring when it came to how he treated his husband.

Aria went back to kissing his mouth for a few moments, then pressed his forehead lightly to Narim's.
"Do you want to go to bed?"

He nodded. "I do, very much so. You go on, I will be there in a moment."

Aria stole another quick kiss and then got off of his lap and went to their bedroom. He undressed and slipped between the bedsheets to wait for him, eager to make up for his earlier mistakes.

Narim took his sweet time, like always, but within forty-five minutes he was slipping inside their bedroom and undressing himself before getting beneath the sheets as well.

The bed was comfortable, and after such a long wait Aria had found it difficult to keep his eyes open. He'd drifted off into the beginning stages of sleep before he was woken by the sound of Narim entering the room and the bed moving with the shift of weight as he got in.
Aria turned to him and smiled, trying not to look tired.

The attempt to look tired failed because Narim saw right through it and rolled his eyes. "Typical," he mumbled and rolled over onto his side, back facing Aria.

Aria pressed a gentle kiss to his husband's shoulder.
"I was just resting my eyes," he assured him. "We can if you want to... I'd like to..."

"Are you just lying to me again?" He asked, not moving.

This was probably going to be easier to manoeuvre out of in theory...
Aria slipped his hand past Narim's waist to stroke between his legs.
"Does it feel like I'm lying?"

Had Aria's hand not been where it was doing what it was doing, things would've gone very differently. Narim rolled onto his back, spreading his thighs a little. "Not if you keep doing that, love."

There was only one absolutely sure way to ensure this didn't end badly...
Aria shifted so he was between Narim's spread legs and pressed kisses up his thighs before running his tongue along his cock from base to head.

Narim looked down and when he felt his husband's tongue, a low groan came from him as a hand ran down to card through his hair. "Did you miss that, hm? Miss the way it taste?" He asked, eyes lustfully watching.

Edited Date: 2013-05-10 12:15 am (UTC)