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 couldn't reply because, well, he had his mouth full, but he managed a sort of nod. His tongue was moving along the shaft of Narim's cock as it continued to disappear down Aria's throat. He was panting when he paused for thirty seconds to lick at the head, his breath hot.

He didn't care if Aria's mouth was on him or not because within seconds a loud groan was erupting from him as he felt himself cum hard, his hand tightening even more in his husband's hair as the other was in the sheets, his hips bucking up wildly.

Aria ended up with his husband's spilt seed all over his face and in his hair. When he was finished he dutifully licked him clean and then waited for him to let go of his hair so he could move back up the bed and clean himself up.

Slowly his hips slowed until they stilled completely and he let go of Aria's hair. That was when he rolled over onto his side, snuggles his face into his pillow and dozed off for the night. Without helping his husband.

Aria hadn't expected anything more - Narim was first priority, Narim was tired, Narim had every right to go straight to sleep, he'd been working hard after all.

Aria got out of bed carefully and crossed the room to the adjoining bathroom to fetch some tissue and wipe his face and wash the worst out of his hair in the basin. Then he went back to bed and listened to his husband's soft breathing for a while, thinking about how happy he was to have him back, before he eventually fell asleep himself.

Come morning, like usually, it was six o'clock and Narim was up and dressed and downstairs, waiting for his breakfast, that the cook was currently making for him. At times, glancing at the stairs, waiting to see if his husband was going to join him. Despite it being so early.

He hadn't had any need to be up early for the past few months and his body clock had been used to waking him at around 8:30am. It was no surprise then that he was still asleep long after Narim had woken.

And Narim didn't wake him, no. Instead he went to his office after he finished his breakfast. Which definitely didn't mean anything good. Instead around eight in the morning, the maid came into the bedroom, opening the curtains.

Aria woke and slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. He yawned, which was when he felt the dull ache down one side of his face and he remembered...
He looked to the empty side of the bed, then to the clock, and he felt his heart skip a beat in fear.

He grabbed his robe and shrugged it on. He wasn't sure whether it would be worse to face Narim without getting dressed, or if it would be worse to keep him waiting longer. He quickly decided that he was late enough and hurried to his office in just his robe.

When Narim saw him come into his office in his robe, he was behind his desk, sitting and sipping his tea. His eyes slowly lifted and he seemed calm as he cleared his throat, setting his tea down. "Close the door behind you, love."

He closed the door quickly.
"I'm sorry I over slept."

Narim seemed calm enough, Aria had high hopes that he'd be in a better mood and he'd get away with it this time. He even gave him a sheepish smile.

He offered him a smile of his own, slowly standing and still seem perfectly calm. "It is not a problem. Did you sleep well?" He asked, moving a little closer to his husband.

"Too well," he chuckled, relaxing. "How did you sleep?"

"Oh, I slept amazing," he said, getting closer until he was standing directly in front of Aria. "But I have a question, love. Did you work all day? Did you work for months away from home?" He chuckled, but it was dark and his eyes grew darker. "Because I am wondering just why you were so tired. Why you missed breakfast with me and why I was waiting for you," he said, his hand gripping Aria's wrist too tightly.

Aria got that sinking feeling in his stomach and felt suddenly very cold, his heart started racing and his mouth went dry.
"I'm sorry, Narim, it won't happen again, I promise. I've been really lazy, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise the time. You should have woken me..."

His grip tightened. "Did you just blame me? I should have woken you up."

"No! I didn't mean that..."
He started to panic. He was out of practice handling Narim and he would have to remember quickly or he'd be paying for it until he did. He was saying the wrong things in the wrong ways and bringing it on himself. He didn't trust himself to say anything else so he shut up and glanced at Narim apologetically before turning his gaze to the floor so he didn't have to meet his dark, angry eyes.

It only angered him that much more when Aria didn't say anything else and even looked down at the floor. He quickly let go of his husband's wrist and brought his hand across his face like the night before, but harder, with so much more angrier behind it. "How dare you blame me! I am the one that pays for this house you live in, the food that you eat, the clothes that you wear and you say I should wake you up! And you cannot even look at me!"

Aria stumbled a little with the force of being struck and his eyes filled with tears. He forced himself to look at Narim.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he repeated, desperately. "I'm sorry... please Narim... I'm sorry...!"

"Are you crying? Why are you crying? You have everything you could ever want and you are crying!" The things that made him angry were insane, but he grabbed Aria by the robe he had on and swung him harshly against a wall. "Tell me, what did you do while I was gone, hm? I can tell you it was not work! You laid around not doing a single thing and all I want is breakfast with my husband and I cannot even get that!"

He hit the wall and crumpled to the floor, curling up with his arms around himself.
"I'm sorry!" he cried, frustrated that he didn't have any way of stopping this. "It won't... it won't h..happen again... I promise ...!"

He growled at the way Aria was reacting, getting frustrated and even more angry. He walked over, reaching down and gripping his hair tightly to pull him up. "Stop babbling like a child. You are a grown man, act like it. Act like you deserve to be my husband, do you understand me?"

Gritting his teeth he scrambled to his feet and tried to compose himself. He took some quick, deep breaths and swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady when he spoke next.
"You're right. I'll go and shower and I promise I'll help you all day to try to make up for it. I'll bring you whatever you want or help with papers or... anything."

"Anything is exactly what you are going to do," he growled and spun Aria around to bend him quickly over his desk, not caring if he hurt his husband or not. One hand stayed on the back of Aria's neck while the other pulled angrily at the robe, yanking it down and even ripping parts of it so that his naked husband was there before him.

That was a shock. Aria gasped at the suddenness and strength with which he was bent over the desk. He struggled against that iron grip. As the robe was ripped from him his breathing became ragged and distressed.
"No... Narim, please don't.." he protested.

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